Page 158 of The Monster and the Masochist

“Of course. I always miss you when you’re gone.”

Theo’s eyes searched mine, as if she were expecting me to suddenly shout: Just kidding! Gotcha! I actually hate your guts!

And that somehow made me feel even more irritable.

We were literally married.

We’d already been through so much together in just the last month.

She’d told me about her past, and I’d told her about my monster.

Surely she didn’t still think this was just some silly ruse we were putting on for the partners at my work?

She was mine.

I’d told her she was mine… I’d told her she was forbidden from seeing anyone else while we were together.

I’d cleaned her up when she’d come home fucking wasted.

I’d nursed her back to health after that bitch had tried to kill her in the ring.

We slept in the same bed every night.

We shared a home.

Why did she still seem so surprised every time I showed her an ounce of affection?

‘She doesn’t believe she’s worthy,’ my monster hummed as it idly checked the sharpness of one of its long, curved claws. ‘For how intelligent you are, you can be rather dense at times, little killer.’

‘Ugh, shut up,’ I snapped internally, irritated that my monster was inserting itself in this private moment I wanted to have with Theo.

Warm fingers curled around my jaw, and Theo tugged me in for a deep, tender kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I melted into her as she languidly licked and sucked at my lips, as if my lipstick were made of honey and she wanted to clean it all off.

“Let me shower, then you can show me just how much you missed me, alright, princess?” she breathed once she’d pulled away, and I nodded, resting my forehead against hers.

“Alright.” I sighed, letting her go so she could get cleaned up. “Meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.”

Theo gave me a dark look, then winked, and my knees went weak at how fucking sexy she was.

“Give me ten.” She huffed before continuing–at a much faster pace–down the hall towards the bathroom.

Deciding ten minutes was more than enough time to put on something that would blow her fucking mind, I stalked after her and made my way to our room.

I would never tell Theo this, but it bothered me that she wouldn’t let me touch her the same way she touched me.

She seemed okay with clit play, but we’d never revisited any sort of penetration on her end. As much as I didn’t want to push her, it infuriated me that someone had taken that privilege away from me before I’d even had a chance to meet her.

Knowing I would never be able to give Theo the deep, bone-quaking vaginal orgasms she always gave me had me wanting to make what I could give her as amazing as possible.

So, while she showered, I dug into a drawer full of lingerie that I’d never had a chance to properly use with any previous partners. I hadn’t cared to get dressed up for anyone else before, but I had a bit of a shopping problem and an obsession with lacey things. It was almost as if I’d been unconsciously preparing for my relationship with Theo by building this collection of sexy underthings that I never seemed to actually wear.

I was glad I’d bought so many cute items now though, and I smiled as I pulled out several crimson pieces that I knew would put her jaw on the floor.

When she came out of the bathroom, I wanted to look so hot she would barely need me to touch her at all before she was coming for me.

I was slipping a silk robe over my final ensemble when I heard a screech from the bathroom.

What the fuck!?