Sage took a deep breath as she swirled her hands in the warm water of her bath. Admittedly, she was grateful to be home. Staying at David's house for the week had been less than ideal, to say the least. While David did offer entertainment in the bedroom, beyond that, there wasn't much substance to the man. In fact, seeing him lying in his underwear watching sports for hours nearly brought her to the point of ending things. The only thing that kept her going was Jeremy.
Well, perhaps it was more than that. Or at the very least, more than she wanted to admit.
She leaned back in the tub and closed her eyes, pondering what she had become, and why she enjoyed torturing her loving husband so much. None of it was normal, that much Sage had to admit. But the reality was that neither stopped the game, so it continued.
If she could stomach having David around, that is.
While Sage enjoyed the man for his enthusiastic participation, the idea of having to spend any more time with him was almost unbearable. David was, in every sense of the phrase, a slob. Despite his ability to sell and fuck, his personality was nothing less than deplorable.
It was a personality Sage enjoyed in doses. Very small, very infrequent doses. Playing house was making David's flaws visible, and Sage had hoped that after their week together, David would have wanted some space.
But the opposite was happening, he wanted more.
And Sage needed room to breathe. She slunk into the water, doing her best to tune out David's rustling and grumbling in the master bedroom.
"Hey!" David shouted. Sage heard his suitcase slam onto the floor, but she didn't answer. Like clockwork, David lumbered toward the bathroom. She sighed as his head popped through the entryway.
"Did you not fucking hear me?" He asked. Sage scooped a handful of water from the bath and raised it in the air, letting it slowly trickle out of her hand.
"I heard you," She said flatly.
"Then why didn't you fucking answer?" He asked.
"Because we're not currently in a session," Sage snapped back. David's brow furrowed.
"Careful, if you keep that bratty shit up..."
"You'll tell Jeremy everything, I've heard that one before," Sage replied dully. "And I told you I was more than happy to do this for Jeremy, as long as you understand I am not your maid or wife." David scoffed and stepped into the bathroom, running his fingers through his disheveled beard. Sage grimaced.
"You really need to shave," Sage said. David's fingers froze, looking at Sage in surprise.
"What, you don't like the beard?" He asked.
"Is that a serious question?" Sage replied. David grumbled something she couldn't hear in response. "So how long are you planning on staying over here?"
"As long as a fucking want," David replied. Sage laughed softly, she wasn't sure what she expected to hear. She splashed water on her shoulders and took a deep breath. So this was it, if she let him, David would keep encroaching into her life. The man was an insatiable oaf, and so long as he had blackmail over her head, it would continue to be this way.
Sage couldn't have that.
"I'm not going to be cooking for you, you know," Sage said flatly. Like clockwork, David's chest puffed up.
"Looks like I need to remind you of how this thing wor--"
"David..." Sage interjected, "Can we skip the song and dance for today? I'm tired, I just got home, and I want to relax."
David stared, dumbfounded. The two had played power games before, but this was the first time Sage had, for lack of a better term, broken character. Of course, they also hadn't spent more than a few hours with each other before this week. Their fights had always lived in the clouds, alongside the fantastical nature of their relationship. But the sheen was beginning to wear off, at least for Sage. She could only maintain playful banter for so long.
"I guess I'll uh... allow it..." David said.
"David, give it a rest, just for today, alright?" Sage spoke softly. David fumbled over his words for a moment before continuing.
"Well alright, I guess... I guess I could tone it down..."
"Fantastic." Sage closed her eyes and let out a long and deep sigh. The room went quiet for a moment, she could sense David still hovering over her.
"Am I doing something wrong?" He asked. Sage slowly opened her eyes and looked at David curiously.
"I never would have thought you capable of asking that question," She said.
"I don't know it's just... well I mean, you're supposed to like it when I... I take control so..."
"Slow down and use your words. You're a salesman after all," Sage said. She saw David's face go beet red.
"Fuck you."
"Not the words I would open with as a salesman, but I'll follow your lead," Sage replied cooly.
"Jesus fucking Christ, I know how to speak, alright? It's just that yesterday, well, I thought it was pretty fucking clear that I was supposed to be calling the shots, that your cuck husband--"
"Jeremy," Sage interjected.
"Yeah, Jeremy. I know his fucking name. But he's also a fucking cuck, you fucked him on my lap., remember?"
"So kinky," Sage said shortly. "He seemed to like it, don't you think? Although I can't quite figure out what you got out of that exchange. Maybe you like watching me get fucked just as much as him?"
"It's because you're fucking mine!" David barked. Sage no longer found him intimidating, however. Not after a week of hearing his burbs, listening to his rants, and hearing him snore. Still, there was something about David's behavior that piqued Sage's interest.
"What do you mean when you say 'you're mine?'" Sage asked.
"What the fuck do you mean what do I mean? It's pretty fucking obvious."
"No, it isn't." Sage slowly stood up from the tub. Water trickled off her body, and David's eyes immediately began trailing along her body. She smiled, already knowing he was going to lose this little exchange. Sage walked over to the large double sink vanity and took a towel from the linen basket beneath it. She turned from David, giving him a full view of her backside as she gently dried herself off.
"I'll ask again, what do you mean you own me?"
"What I mean is I fucking own you, and I get to have you whenever I want," David said.
"But you don't own me, not really. You do know that, right?" Sage asked. David hesitated, opening and closing his mouth several times before speaking.
"I actually fucking do, because I can fucking tell Jeremy about every little thing we--"
"You could, but that doesn't mean you own me. In fact, if you did, which I know you won't, I would stop seeing you. You'd destroy my marriage, and you'd lose me. So what is it, really?"
David's cheeks blushed. He looked like a nervous child on the playground.
"I don't know I... I thought this is what you wanted I..."
"Relax," Sage said, wrapping the towel around her chest. She walked past David and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It was just a question."
Sage walked into the master bedroom and grabbed her silk robe from the bed. David trailed behind her, something he had begun doing more recently.
"You know what it really is?" David said.
"Oh, do tell." Sage sat on the bed, crossing her legs as she ran her index finger down her robe, exposing her cleavage for David. If they were going to have this conversation, she wanted to ensure she had the upper hand.
"It's the fact that Jeremy is too weak to have you. He really is. Who the fuck would let anyone else fuck you?"
"Isn't that exactly what you do as well?" Sage asked.
"You know damn well that moving forward no one gets to fuck you without my permission."
Sage tilted her head and smiled. She didn't find David's possessiveness particularly attractive. It was disappointing to see that he was like any other man. They all wanted her, in their own way. As much as David put on a strong front, his recent attempts at gaining control painted a desperate picture.
"Of course, how could I forget. So moving forward that's what you want? Me all to yourself?" Sage asked.
"Unless I say otherwise, yes."
"And is that also why you decided to live at my house?" Sage inquired. David scoffed.
"No, I did that because your little cuck husband doesn't have a fucking backbone. He caved as soon as he got a chance to fuck you. Now, I want to make sure that... what? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"No no, it's nothing, please, go on," Sage smirked, leaning back on the bed to get more comfortable. David paused for a moment before clearing his throat.
"R-right. Yeah well, like I was saying... that cuck needs to know his place. He needs... am I saying something fucking stupid?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well it's just, your fucking looking at me like this is a fucking joke or..."
"I promise, I'm just listening. Please, go on," Sage said. Curious, it wasn't like David to care this much. He let out a short breath and shook his head.
"Fuck... I swear to god you two are the most dysfunctional fucking couple I've ever met."
"Careful," Sage said flatly. David grimaced.
"It's not like you don't think it, I'm just saying it out loud. Your husband is fucking living at my house, like what the fuck? And you let it happen! You know what I think?"
"What?" Sage asked dully.
"I think that deep down, you want him over there. I think you wanted me to take his place for a long time. Which is exactly what is going to happen." David stood wide, seemingly proud of his statement. Sage stared, dumbfounded. She prayed that David was simply playing the role of a bull, that he didn't actually want to live here long-term.
"Uh-huh... So what exactly are you suggesting?" She asked.
"He's going to live there, permanently. Because that's where he belongs. He can only come over when I say he can, and he will only come over to watch me fuck you."
Sage involuntarily laughed, nearly snorting as she watched David's face turn bright red.
"Are you actually being serious?" She asked, doing her best to position the question as playful banter.
"I'm dead fucking serious," David said back sternly.
Shit. It didn't seem like he was joking. Sage continued to laugh, shaking her head as she looked away from David.
"Yeah... I don't know about that," Sage said flatly.
"Like you get to have a say," David shot back. "Remember, as much as you might not like it, you ARE mine. And if you want to keep your little marriage, you will do exactly as I say."
"Are you really this lonely David?" Sage asked. David's face went stone cold, she knew the words had cut deep.
