WORDS

Jo Henny Wolf

Words are enough to start a fire between her pelvic bones.

She never dares to speak them out loud, but she thinks them over and over, and sometimes mouths them to herself. They lie on her tongue, soft as rosebuds, and fill her skull with their taste. Gerard has to know this. He smiles as if he does when he whispers into her ear before he leaves that morning.

“I want you to write down exactly how you want me to fuck you tonight, darling.”

For the rest of her day off, Audrey’s veins surge with heat. A constant flutter tugs at her loins. She presses her thighs together and rolls her hips when she sits down to write, after a morning spent doing chores while her thoughts circled around this task. It’s the most important one, the one she dreaded and thirsted for at the same time. Her writing slants more than usual on the page, the words an almost unintelligible scribble. She isn’t forbidden to touch herself, and she longs to take the edge off, longs to quell the dread and want. She doesn’t. Audrey tasks herself to stay chaste and let the words do their wicked magic inside her.

Her palms are damp, and the page crumples with the humidity of her skin. Maybe it’s cringing from the crudeness of her words. Her fingertips prickle as she takes a wooden ruler to underline the title: How I want you to fuck me.

Audrey slides her fingertips along the edge of the ruler, feeling the little incisions that mark the distance. Centimeters, millimeters. A throb between her legs answers her imagination as she thinks of the ruler in use against her skin.

She cannot look at her words once she’s done writing. The thought of reading them to her husband has her short of breath.

Gerard kisses her temple when she opens the door for him that night. A fleeting touch of his lips against her skin, hardly a touch at all, and yet it sows anticipation inside her. Will he ask her to undo his shoes for him? Audrey waits with bated breath and pounding heart, longing to sink to her knees to pull at the laces of his smooth Oxfords.

“Want to help me with the shoes?”

Audrey wishes he wouldn’t ask. She wishes he would order and demand. As she kneels, pink tints her cheeks and her heart swells. She longs for more. When she pulls at the bow that ties his Oxfords, she wishes he would order her to bend low and pull the laces open with her mouth. She wishes he would let her kiss the tip of his shoe. Her mouth floods with saliva and her tongue turns heavy. She doesn’t dare to voice this longing that dwells between her ribs and chokes her.

“Hungry?” she asks. Gerard takes her hand and helps her to her feet again.

“For you, yes. Did you do what I asked of you?”

Her cheeks grow even warmer. “Yes,” she whispers. For a word so little, it feels big in her mouth, like a cotton ball that tickles her palate and slips fuzzy tendrils down her throat.

“Then read it to me.”

Audrey’s hands tremble and she chokes on her shyness. Gerard leans against his desk and watches her, his gaze hot and heavy on her, caressing her inside and out as she sits before him, her back straight and not touching her chair. She wets her lips. Clears her throat.

“How I want you to fuck me.” Her voice breaks around the last two words. They roll around in her mouth like pebbles.

“Go on,” Gerard rasps when the pause stretches on. His own voice is hoarse. Its promise ripples through her and pools between her hips.

“I want you to ask a list of me. ‘Write down what you want to be for me; write what you want me to make of you.’ I besmirch the page for you with the filthiest words I know.” Audrey has to lick her lips again. They’re parched. And how short of breath she is!

“More. Read on.” There’s urgency in his voice now. He waits for her words like a starved beast in a cage. Audrey longs to open the door and let it out to devour her.

“You make me bend over the desk; you order me to spread my legs apart; you lift my skirt and bare my panties. And you make me read my list. You wait, your wooden ruler in your hand. For every word I say, you slap my…crotch.”

He notices the pause. “Is that what you wrote there? Be honest.”

Audrey lowers her head, cheeks aflame. Her scribbles could say crotch, with a mighty portion of goodwill. “Cunt,” she whispers.

“Ah.” Gerard curls his hands around the edge of his desk for a moment. The wooden ruler lies close to his hand, and he picks it up, turning it between his fingers.

“Go on.”

“For every crude word I say, you give me another slap, until all I feel is my cunt. My panties are soaked through, and I keep reading until I can take no more. I want to be your…”

Oh, it’s hard. Her voice cracks.

“My what?” Gerard asks, and Audrey groans in shame.

“Your bitch. Your pussy. Slut. Come slut.” Her heart beats like a drum.

Gerard doesn’t laugh. His gaze turns heavy lidded, lewd in a way that makes it hard to look at yet at the same time breathtaking and exciting. Her skin tingles.

“Read on.”

“At last, when I can’t keep going, you stop, and you pull down my panties and make me step out of them. I’m still bent over the desk, now exposed to you, and you drag your fingers through my dripping cunt. Then you pull at my shirt and expose my tits. You squeeze them, and pinch my nipples, and when I squirm and moan, you stuff my panties into my mouth and gag me.”

She has to close her eyes for a long moment when she imagines this. She presses her thighs together and swallows heavily. Gerard’s knuckles are white, so hard is his grip around the ruler, and his pants bulge at the front. Audrey forces herself to look away and read on.

“You grab my hair and fuck me from behind, bent over your desk, hard and merciless, until we both scream. And after you’ve come, you take my panties out of my mouth, make me kneel, then make me clean you with my mouth.”

Audrey lets the page sink down and forces herself to look up. Her blood sings with want. Gerard bites his lip, extends his hand for her to take. Audrey’s knees are weak as he pulls her to her feet.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, and his tone sends a shiver down her spine. “And now, bend over the desk.”

With a needy groan swelling up in her throat, Audrey obeys.