Fragile Mornings
The first light of dawn crept through thin curtains across the lake house, casting a gentle glow over the floor. John blinked awake, the unfamiliar ache in his body and the softness of the room reminding him he was far from home, and far from safe. For a moment, he lay still, listening to the quiet, the beating of his heart loud in his own ears, before the reality of David’s presence and the secrets he carried settled in once more.
He sat up slowly, the sheets sliding off his bare chest. His fingers brushed over smooth skin, each morning’s touch a reminder of everything that had changed, and everything he still fought to accept. John made his way to the bathroom, moving through the motions of his new reality. After a long moment of hesitation in front of the mirror, he sat on the toilet with a sigh, that small but constant surrender adding to the weight of his secret. When he was done, he washed his hands, cold water not nearly enough to steady his nerves.
John entered the kitchen not from his own initiative, but because he knew David would expect breakfast. The act wasn’t soothing; it was just another unspoken rule. He cracked eggs, fried bacon, and brewed coffee, each move underscored by the silent pressure of what would happen if he refused. Memories of family breakfasts, of a time when he cooked for love rather than out of fear, only made the task feel heavier.
Lost in his reverie, John didn’t hear David approach until strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back against a hard chest. David’s hands roamed freely, one palm pressing against John’s chest, the other sliding down to grip his hip. John froze, his breath catching as David’s morning erection pressed insistently against his backside. “Mmm, your chest is so soft,” David murmured, his lips brushing against John’s ear. “Just like a woman. And this ass… it’s perfect. So round, so tight.”
John’s cheeks flushed, his body tensing under David’s touch. He wanted to pull away, to protest, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he stood there, helpless, as David’s hands explored, his breath hot against John’s skin. “You’re going to make a great slutty wife,” David whispered, his tone mocking. “And your cooking? Just another bonus.” With a laugh, David released him, stepping back to head toward the bathroom. John remained where he was, his heart pounding, the smell of bacon suddenly cloying.
Breakfast was eaten in silence, the only sound the clink of forks against plates. David sat across from John, his eyes scanning the table as if assessing the meal. “Not bad,” he said finally, his tone dismissive. “For a bitch, anyway.” John looked down at his plate, his appetite gone. He pushed the food around, the eggs growing cold, the bacon congealing. When David finished, he stood, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Get ready,” he said, his voice brooking no argument. “We’re going hiking.”
The hike to the waterfall was uneventful, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds. David walked ahead, his strides confident, while John trailed behind, his thoughts a tangled mess. David’s teasing was relentless, his comments cutting deep. “Your hips sway like a girl’s,” he remarked at one point, his tone laced with amusement. “You’re really embracing this, aren’t you?” John said nothing, his jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides.
By the time they returned to the lake house, John was exhausted, his body aching from the hike and the emotional toll of David’s constant jabs. Lunch was a silent affair, John once again playing the role of the dutiful cook. David ate without comment; his eyes fixed on his plate. When he finished, he pushed his chair back and stood, his gaze lingering on John. “You’re learning your place,” he said, his voice low. “And your cooking? It’s almost as good as your ass.” John flinched, but said nothing, his silence speaking volumes.
After lunch, they napped, the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. John slept fitfully, his dreams troubled, his body restless. He woke to David shaking him, his voice urgent. “Get up,” David said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “The weather’s perfect. We’re going for a swim.”
John sat up, rubbing his eyes, his enthusiasm waning as David’s words sank in. “Naked,” David added, his tone leaving no room for argument. “No one’s around. It’ll be fun.” John’s heart sank, his body tensing at the thought of exposing himself. He hadn’t forgotten the last time David had seen his vagina, the humiliation still fresh in his mind. “I…” he began, his voice faltering.
David’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t forget who holds the cards here,” he said, his voice cold. “You don’t get to say no.” John’s shoulders slumped, his resistance crumbling under the weight of David’s words. He nodded, his throat tight, and followed David to the lake.
The water was cool against his skin, a welcome relief from the heat of the day. John swam slowly, his strokes tentative, his body self-conscious. For a moment, he felt free, the weight of his secret lifting as he moved through the water. But the respite was short-lived. David called to him, his voice cutting through the tranquillity. “Over here,” he said, his tone commanding.
John swam toward David, his heart pounding, his mind racing. When he reached him, David pulled him close, his hands gripping John’s hips. “Kiss me,” David said, his voice low, his eyes intense. John froze, his breath catching. They’d kissed before, but it had been brief, initiated by David. This felt different, more demanding, more… intimate.
“You heard me,” David said, his grip tightening. “Kiss me, you little bitch.” John’s eyes fluttered closed, his body trembling as he leaned in, his lips brushing against David’s. It was a hesitant touch, a distant echo of the kisses he’d shared with his ex-girlfriends. But David wasn’t having it. He deepened the kiss, his tongue invading John’s mouth, his hands roaming freely. John gasped, his body arching, his resistance melting under David’s dominance.
As they kissed, David’s hand slid down, his fingers tracing the curve of John’s hip before moving lower. John tensed, his breath hitching as David’s hand hovered over his vagina. No one had touched him there. But David wasn’t stopping. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin, a single, deliberate stroke that sent shivers through John’s body.
David whispered, his breath hot against John’s ear. “It’s time for the next lesson in becoming a slut” John’s eyes widened, his body trembling as David’s words sank in. Before he could respond, David swam away, leaving John alone in the water, his mind reeling, his body trembling with anticipation and fear. The weight of David’s promise hung heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the power dynamics at play. John floated there, the lake’s calm surface belying the storm raging within him, as he wondered what David had in store for him next.
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