Broken
Morning came sooner than Eric cared for as he rolled around awkwardly in the makeshift bed on the floor of the bedroom. Above, sprawled across the queen sized bed, slept Julia, comfortable and peaceful without him. It was still early, the sun was slowly brightening against the closed window shades leaving the room cloaked in dim light and shadows as another day began.
Eric woke disoriented at first, foggy, crawling out of some bizarre nightmare, trying to hold on to the disturbing images long enough to make sense of them - sexy, leather clad women with long, vicious claws on their hands instead of nails, even stranger, if he was remembering correctly, they bore black wings which covered their backs too. He felt a cold chill thinking about them, fleeting gasps of seduction with whips, claws, and beating wings like mythological creatures tearing at him through the darkness. Furies? Is that what they were? Phantoms from the mythology class he took the semester before meeting Julia? He shuddered.
Yesterday, the evening with Julia and Samantha had been too much for him. His world had collapsed, his very sense of self punished, shattered. That was the nightmare. The Furies. Punishment spirits, goddesses from mythology. Julia, Samantha, even his own sister had forced him to confront what he had become - a weak-kneed, submissive male.
He took a deep breath and shuttered, trying to dispel the chill from the nightmare that still clung to his mind, then stretched out on top of the comforter, the 'mattress' of his makeshift bed, trying to calm down and relax. It proved difficult. The day before, dinner with Samantha, the evening after with Julia, had been the worst day of his life. It was hard to get it out of his mind.
"You sleep there from now on," Julia had said last night as they were retiring, pointing to the floor next to the bed. She grabbed the comforter and a blanket and threw them at the floor, his pillow followed. "You're not worthy to sleep next to me anymore," Julia had said. "No couch for you either. That's your place to sleep from now on," she had insisted, jerking a finger towards the floor again. "I don't want to hear any complaints."
It had taken hours before sleep had finally embraced him at the foot of what was now Julia's bed, memories from the day churning away, clawing at him while Julia slept comfortably above. Given how he felt, it was fairly certain the nightmare had tormented him most the night.
Eric stayed there, on the floor, for several more minutes, feeling sorry for himself, lamenting what he had become. Eventually, with great effort, he pushed up to a sitting position and rubbed at his face to wake for another day.
Pulling his hands away, a deep grimace formed from seeing the nail polish still adorning his nails from last night. He held them close to his face, looking at them. His cock twitched. It felt so damn girly to wake up with painted nails. Julia hadn't allow him to remove it, claiming the application was poorly done and that he needed to wear it as a reminder to do better. He shook his head in frustration and pushed off the floor, hoping to forget about his girly fingers for awhile.
He wandered towards the hallway but before leaving the room, he turned back to look at Julia. She was comfortably and contentedly resting in the middle of their one-time marital bed. He used to love sharing it with her, back when things were still normal between them. The faintest of smiles graced his lips. It was pleasant to remember.
He rested his back against the doorframe to watch her sleep for a bit longer. She was so beautiful. She teased him even when asleep, deep cleavage spilling out of her black nightie as she lay on her side, a tempting display of raw femininity. He would have given anything to touch her just then. Beautiful, sensual, dominant Julia. His knees felt weak just looking at her in the dim light. His cock stiffened. He was addicted to her, enmeshed with her. She could do almost anything to him, treat him as badly as she wanted and he would likely come back for more. The realization made his cock stiffen even harder. He slid his hand downwards, under the waistband, grabbing himself, squeezing. The pleasing ache made him gasp, making him squeeze again, harder, longer. He should have left the room when he had the chance.
Julia stirred slightly, waking to the sounds of soft moans escaping Eric's lips. She gently parted her eyes, opening them into small slits, just enough to see him standing at the doorway to the bedroom ogling her, leaning against the doorframe while stroking himself! Anger and outrage quickly peaked, boiling over. She suddenly sat bolt upright, startling him. Eric froze, eyes wide-open in shock and surprise, his hand still shoved into his pajama bottoms.
"Care to explain yourself?" Julia asked acidly, staring at him with a cruel, twisted sneer.
He started to stammer. "I... I... just-"
"You just what, Eric?!"
He mumbled something incoherently, averting his eyes then slowly withdrew his hand from the pajamas, hoping that somehow Julia would miss the erection tenting them outward.
"Didn't I tell you not to play with yourself unless I gave you permission?" Julia asked.
"I... I... thought that was for the shower, a shower rule?" he said unconvincingly, like something a child might say.
Julia smiled wickedly as she got out of bed and walked over, his cock rock hard as he watched the sway of her body approaching in the brief nighty that hugged every sweet, delicious curve.
"You're lying to me now," she whispered, sending a chill up Eric's spine. "I made it very clear. You don't touch yourself unless I give you permission and I sure as hell didn't give you permission while I was asleep!"
Eric shook his head, conceding the point.
She leaned in, locking eyes with him. "Looks like you've earned another punishment," Julia whispered, the word exciting her every bit as much as it did the first time she had said it to him. She grabbed the waist of his pajamas suddenly and yanked them down over the erection trying to hide there, her expression changing to one of revulsion as she stared at it. "How about we get you some genital piercings to help you control that thing?"
Eric swallowed hard, gritting his teeth, afraid to respond.
"I'll have to think about it," she mused, releasing the pajamas, the waistband snapping back, below his jutting cock, leaving it exposed.
"Please no," he managed to plead. "I'm so, so sorry. It won't happen again," he assured her.
"No, it won't," she said definitively, her eyes hard like ice.
Eric shuttered, quickly pulling the pajamas over his member to hide it again.
Julia shrugged. "We'll see," she said flippantly. "Don't worry too much. You'll know soon enough. Now, go get my shower ready," she said with a wave of her hand.
Eric ran off to the bathroom to prepare the shower, properly mixing the water to a pleasing temperature and putting everything out she would need. She seemed to be taking longer than usual, still rummaging through her closet, picking out clothes for the day, humming lightly to herself in a pleasing way.
