Silent Treatment by Terri

Silent Treatment by Terri

Your boyfriend or husband ever get his dick out of joint just because you went out on the town without notifying him first? Well, mine did. If he didn’t have his ear attached to that goddam phone all the time on how to finance the next big deal, I wouldn’t have had to have gone and spent the evening out with my girls. You’d think I’d committed a major crime or something by the way he reacted. Hell, we were in Las Vegas and I wanted to have some fun! I wasn’t about to stayed holed up in the hotel room waiting on his choice for the change of scenery. My girls (Terri, Amber and Lena) decided that since we were in Vegas, it was only proper to get to an environment where male attention was good and plenty. And there was plenty to go around at the Chippendales theater. Don’t get me wrong but the stupid little Latin man was getting too comfortable in our relationship to consider that I needed more than just a romp in the hay once a week. I mean, really, who the fuck do they think they are to deny us ours?! It probably didn’t help that I got my photo taken with all the cute boys there. Right in the center. Sitting on one of their laps; the dancer’s hand settling right on the inside of my thigh. What?! Howie hadn’t put his hand there in over two weeks. It felt good. Besides, it was all in good fun. Not like I was going to sleep with the guy. Try to convince HOWARD of that though. Little shit thinks his package is the only one I should be looking at the rest of my life. His is very nice but I am a woman and I do look. They’ll break their necks just to get an eyeful of a ‘hot piece of ass’ and we’re just supposed to look the other way. I don’t think so! But enough of that. You’re wanting to hear what happened right? Okay. Here we go.

We came stumbling into the hotel around one I think it was, making enough noise to wake the dead. Howie stepped out of our room. “Where the hell have you been all night Resa?!”
“Out with my girls.” I giggled. I was just a tad drunk. However, I was coherent enough to know he was pissed off.
“I gathered that!”
“God Howie! Have a frickin cow why don’tcha?” Amber laughed.
“Why don’t you go find a desperately horny man to ride Amber?!”
Oh hell no he didn’t just diss on one of my girls! I gave her an ‘I’ll take care of this look’ and she and the others took off down the hall desperately trying to contain their giggles but failing miserably. “What the hell crawled up your ass and died?!”
‘Why didn’t you tell me where you were going?!” He said as I passed through the doorway.
Sometimes it was easier to ignore him but he wasn’t about to let that happen. He grabbed my arm and jerked me around as he let the hotel door slam behind him.
“I asked you a question.”
“And I’m not fucking answering you! You never tell me where the hell you’re going all the time. All I ever get from you anymore is ‘I’ll be back late babe. Love you’ and you’re out the door.”
“So you go out and let a bunch of strange men grope and grind on you to get back at me?!”
“It’s not quite the orgy you think it is little man. I was out with my friends, we had a little fun. End of story. “
“Well I’m glad we got that cleared up.” His tone returning to a normal decibel level. He’d just given up? That wasn’t like him at all.
“What’s going on Howie?”
“Nothing.” He slipped on his jeans and threw on a polo shirt. He was just about to grab his wallet when I snatched it from the table before him.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.”
“It’s the middle of the night. You’re not going nowhere.”
“Since you deemed it necessary not to inform me of your whereabouts earlier, you don’t need to know where the fuck I’m going.” Quickly attaining possession of his wallet, there was nothing I could do without a making yet another scene so I resigned myself to the fact that he wasn’t coming back anytime soon. Five hours later though, there was still no sign of him and he wasn’t answering that godforsaken piece of equipment he took everywhere with him. If he was trying to scare me, it was working this time. Normally, I don’t worry because he comes back, apologizes and we ‘make up’. Even AJ had no clue and he usually knew more than I did. Finally, I decided to just lie down and get some rest cuz the little fucker was most likely still going to be in a foul mood when he got back and I needed all the strength I could get. But next thing you know, I woke up to find myself bound to the headboard with handcuffs. I couldn’t see through the material keeping me in the dark but I could only assume I was facing the direction of the headboard for the position I felt my arms in. The little shit! He did this! He’s so gonna pay when I get free. “Let me go Howard!” I demanded; attempting to free myself.
“If I were you sweetness, I’d settle down.”
The voice unfamiliar to me. The hands the same. I knew it wasn’t Howie but who else had access to the room (other than staff obviously)? Surely he didn’t pay somebody to do this to me. Then again, I wouldn’t put anything past him these days. I gave up the resistance and the voice responded, “Glad to see you changed your mind doll. I really didn’t want to resort to other measures. I do like a little fight in my women after all.”
“How much did he pay you?”
He chuckled defiantly. “Don’t you get it angel? I’m doing this just for fun.” Slapping my ass before giving it a firm squeeze. “So fuckin luscious,“ he proclaimed before I heard a door close. I didn’t know what to expect next because quite frankly, I was fucking off my guard for the first time in a long time. At this point, Howie would have been a welcome relief.

So you’re wondering if he ever comes back? Of course he does. He. Being me. Oh you thought she was gonna tell the whole story? If she had it her way she would. I mean I could do nothing right for her anymore. Didn’t even phase her. She’s a spitfire as you can tell so I had to make sure this worked. I knew she wouldn’t worry if I was gone only a couple of hours so with an absence of nearly eight hours with no notice, it would effectively concern her. Not enough to lose sleep of course or the plan wouldn’t have worked. It wasn’t so much that she went out and had a good time with her friends, it was the fact that she couldn’t trust me with where she was going that pissed me off. I still hit the titty bars with the guys now and again and she knows but why she had to keep her whereabouts a big secret, I’ll never understand. You think I’m being a prick and I probably am but she pushed the wrong button this time. I love her with all my heart yet she had to be taught a lesson. I opened the door and let it slam behind me; only to announce that someone was in the room with her. I could hear the fear in her voice when she requested my presence. I met it with silence. I wandered around the room for a bit; chuckling quietly with my partner in crime. You’ve probably already figured out whom it was but AJ relished the chance to get in on this action. In fact, he was taking a certain pride in it. She was slightly off guard but she was still riled enough to strike out. “This isn’t funny Howie. How could you do this to me?!”
Again, I met her with silence. This wasn’t like me but did she really know me as well as she thought she did? I nodded to AJ to feel free and take control anytime.
“Miss me?” He leaned on the bed and whispered. His finger gliding slowly over her arm.
“Don’t touch me!” She struggled against her restraints yet again.
“You’re not really in a position to be making demands angel.” He pushed the black silk up over her ass. “Mmmmmm! That is just too luscious. I cannot wait to sink my teeth into that!” Giving her a swift smack.
“When I get free….dammit! Keep your fucking hands off me!” her voice quavering.
AJ grabbed a fistful of her long, raven hair and jerked her head back. “Look, I was gonna take it easy on you, but now……” He let go and looked at me.
I nodded that he’d sufficiently put the fear of God in her and that he could leave. You’re all probably thinking that I’m on some sort of power trip but really, you don’t what I’m like behind closed doors. Only she does. And right now, she’s not the one telling the story. She begged to know if anybody was still in the room so I simply climbed onto the bed behind; my jeans rubbing against her bare ass giving her the answer she needed. She finally gave in to the fact that she had no control (as she did most times) and relaxed her body the best she could
“I know you can hear me. Please tell me why you’re doing this. I’ll do anything.” Hoping bargaining might get her out at that time. I knew that once I touched her she would make the connection that it was me. The silent treatment had definitely frightened her more than I had planned but in the same light, it was kind of a trip to have all this control. I pulled the pocket knife out of my jeans. Lifting the soft material, I sliced the entire length of the short gown. The thin straps leaving it dangling on her arms. Tossing the weapon to the floor, I let my hands run down over her curves and up over her breasts. I was sure she had me pegged at that point when she brazenly said, “Get your fucking hands off of me now!”
I could have continued torturing her but meeting her insistence for the first time that night, would only piss her off more. So I took my hands off of her. Long enough to free myself of the garment that was keeping me from showing her who was boss here after all.
I slammed into her full force and didn’t let up for quite some time. I’d give her that false sense of security before I’d have at her again and again; unleashing all the pent up anger I had . Sure I’d been childish in my reaction to her but no more so than any other man would have been in the same situation, right? I think I caught her digging it more than a couple of times but I didn’t let that stop me. I’d accomplished what I wanted to and with one final grunt, I came. Collapsing onto her back, I rested there; her breath as heavy as mine. Eventually finding my voice, I whispered in her ear,” Now you know how I felt.”

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