Sugar Plum Fairy
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There were seven of us in the kitchen; Robbie and me; my brother Charlie and his wife Rose; my parents, and for some inexplicable reason, Scott. I wished he would leave. I’d been saved from talking to him by Mom’s interception but I knew Robbie could sense something was up and Scott was making me feel highly uncomfortable. He leaned against the fridge, sipping champagne and gate-crashing on what should have been a family catch-up.
I say ‘catch-up’ but it was more of an interrogation. I don’t quite know how we’d all ended up in the kitchen, or how the door had shut firmly behind us. All I knew was that Mom was using her fake-nice voice to cross-examine Robbie and I couldn’t get a word in edgeways.
“You work in the kitchen of a hotel?” Mom had morphed into condescension personified. Even Dad was mortified. He’d already pretended to check his watch seven times.
“Yep. The Sky. I do desserts.” Robbie seemed oblivious to the disapproval in her voice. I wondered how much more unimpressed she’d be if she knew he’d been fired from such an improper job.
“And you like working there?”
“Well, it pays the rent,” Robbie laughed. I laughed too. Mom didn’t.
“The rent? Where did you say you lived?”
“Brooklyn.”
Fuck. Mom knew the neighbourhoods of Brooklyn like she knew her PTA schedules.
“Oh? Which street?”
It went on. Employment history, family history, credit rating, and even fucking dental history. Charlie texted me from across the kitchen.
Wtf were you thinking?
I glared at him and he smirked. I imagined Mom had an imaginary checklist of questions in her head. It must have been at least five pages long.
“You didn’t go to college? So what did you do?”
“Is that annual? It must be after tax. Before tax? Hmm.”
I tried to smile. Scott caught my eye and winked. It seemed like a more reassuring gesture than anything but I looked away. Dad shot me a pitying glance. Out of everyone in the room, Robbie seemed the most at ease. He laughed, joked and manoeuvred his way out of closed questions, simultaneously impressing and infuriating my mother until she eventually gave up and let him talk about the cake he’d made.
“I’m sorry,” I said, when no-one else was listening. “But you did pretty well.”
Robbie smiled. He’d begun to cut the cake.
“It was easy. I just thought about what we’d be doing later and everything else didn’t matter much at all.”
I looked up at him anxiously. He looked at me and smiled.
“So you were – serious?” I asked carefully.
He laughed.
“One hundred percent, angel. Hey, you have the first piece. It’s your cake after all.”
He handed me a small plate.
“Tell me what you think. Honestly.”
I took a bite. It was beautiful.
“Delicious. So nice. Unreal. It’s like – lemony. Yum.”
Robbie laughed.
“High praise indeed. Hey, are there any more plates here?”
“Yeah, I’ll get them.”
I crossed the kitchen to look in the cupboards only to be cornered by Scott.
“So you’re fucking a baker?” he murmured. His mouth was so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath.
I tried to move away but he blocked my path.
“Leave me alone,” I groaned.
“C’mon, Ally. We’re friends, aren’t we? Don’t be like that. I only asked a question. Is he a baker?”
“He’s a pastry chef, actually,” I scowled.
“What’re you so touchy about?” Scott’s voice was faintly amused. “Are you fucking him? Or just dating him?”
“It’s really none of your business.”
“I’m only curious, princess.”
He stretched to the top shelf and retrieved the plates that I’d been trying to reach. He handed them to me and I snatched them away.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Princess? Why not? Is that only for him?” His voice dropped even lower. “Does he fuck good, Ally? The way you like it? The way I did?”
I blew out a breath.
“Yes. And he’s way better than you. Must be an age thing.”
Scott laughed.
“Good. I’m happy for you. Genuinely.”
I looked at him and our eyes met. He smiled. I tried not to.
“How’s Amber?” I asked.
“She’s great. I was only asking all this for her. She’s hugely curious about how the two of you made out. Says it seems weird to ask though.”
“She’s right. It is weird.” I paused a second and then asked brazenly, “Are you fucking her?”
“You’ve got a dirty mouth,” Scott laughed. “I’ll see you around, kitten.”
He left swiftly. I glared after his retreating figure and felt Robbie watching me. When I looked at him, he turned his attention back to the cake. I took the plates over.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” Robbie’s voice was quiet and he didn’t stop plating up the cake even as he looked at me. “It was him. The older guy. The friend with benefits? How the fuck were you even friends?”
His voice had an edge to it that I’d never heard before and there was a clinical routine to the way he set each plate down on the table.
I tried to gauge his mood.
“It was – does it matter? It’s history, isn’t it?”
He didn’t answer immediately and then he let out a breath.
“Yeah. I guess. I just – he seems like an asshole. What the hell is he doing here anyway?”
I set the stack of clean plates down. The cake was disappearing at an alarming pace.
“He’s kinda my dad’s friend,” I said evasively. “But I don’t know why he’d be invited. He’s probably gate-crashing.”
“What’s his name?”
“Scott.”
Robbie smirked. “Is he Scottish?”
I laughed, relieved that he was making a joke.
“Maybe. He lives in LA, though.”
“Huh.”
*
The party wore on. We ate cake, drank champagne and I introduced Robbie to as few people as possible. Every half hour we edged closer to the door until most of the guests had spilled out and it didn’t seem rude to leave. Still, we had to make excuses and I deliberately ignored my mother’s pointed gestures that indicated she wanted to talk to me alone. I knew I’d end up paying for it – most likely on the phone – but the night had already taken enough out of me. We took a cab back to my place and while Robbie seemed to have forgotten Scott, he brought him up again as we climbed the stairs to my apartment.
“So this Scott?” he asked. “Was he a good fuck?”
I glanced at him warily, serenity fast turning into anxiety.
“Robbie, please.”
He didn’t let go of my hand.
“It’s just a question. How was it with him? Honestly?”
I didn’t want to talk about it. I tried to pull my hand away but he held fast.
“It was just sex,” I tried to sound nonchalant. “Nothing more.”
“Yeah, I figured. But how was the sex? It must’ve been pretty good.”
I glared at him. “It was. Is that what you want to hear? For god’s sake, Robbie! It’s over!”
“How long did it last?” he asked, undeterred.
“One month.” I snapped. “It was last December. And we only met like – five times. That’s it. Five times.”
Robbie stopped short.
“Five times?”
“Yes!” I looked up at him desperately. “So it was nothing. You get it, don’t you?”
He didn’t get it. He didn’t speak again until we were inside my apartment. Half of me didn’t want to let him in but he’d shadowed me so closely that it was impossible to shut him out. The door clicked shut. Robbie dragged off his shirt like it irritated him.
“I’m being an asshole,” he said. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”
We were standing just inside the front door and I kicked off my heels. I felt as though I should tell him it was fine but I couldn’t bring myself to lie, even if that meant hurting him.
“He seemed so – full of himself, y’know?” Robbie pressed. “So over-confident and fucking inflated.”
Common ground, at last.
“He is.” I acquiesced. “He’s very arrogant.”
“And it was as though he thought he could still have you if he tried,” Robbie seethed. “I mean, just the way he talked to you. Like you’d just fall for him. I mean, I know you wouldn’t but he was so fucking inappropriate. Didn’t he get it?”
“Get what?” I frowned.
“That you’re mine. He doesn’t get any fucking part of you.”
Robbie kissed me suddenly, his tongue pushing into my mouth as though he was trying to reinforce his claim. I reached out to touch his shoulders in an attempt to placate him but he snatched my wrists and held them behind my back. His kiss was possessive, his body pushing against mine as he pulled me closer until we were pressed tightly together. I could feel his heat, smell his sweat and soon enough I felt the hard swell of his cock against my stomach. He broke the kiss momentarily and when I looked up, our eyes met.
“All mine,” he said, like I needed to be told. We were both breathing hard but that didn’t stop him kissing me again, his hands releasing mine and pushing me back against the door. I felt him clawing at the hem of my dress and he pulled it up to grasp my ass, lifting me up so he could grind his hard cock against my snatch. I shuddered and tried to press back, already chasing an inevitable orgasm but he pulled away suddenly.
“Not yet,” he breathed. “You think it’s that easy, angel?”
His voice was teasing but it barely hid the steel edge to his tone. I looked at him and he looked back, emotions fighting for exposure across his face. Dominance, anger, forced patience and overshadowing it all, the implacable silhouette of lust.
“Get on your knees.”
I slipped down before he’d finished speaking. My heart was thumping, my palms clammy with sweat. I wanted it to be just us; for him to forget everyone else we’d met or seen that night; for the distractions and complexities to be paled into insignificance by the raw emotions that electrified the space between us.
“Take my cock out,”
Robbie’s voice sounded harsh in the small entranceway. I could hear people arguing in the apartment upstairs, and heard music playing from somewhere beneath us. I looked up at Robbie. He looked at me impatiently and I reached to the fastenings on his jeans, undoing the button and sliding the zip down. He was wearing boxer shorts underneath and he didn’t move, didn’t help but didn’t hinder, as I fumbled to tug at his clothes and ease his hard cock out from beneath. I swallowed hard and looked back up at him, my hand loose around his erection. His face was a mask of control.
“Aren’t you gonna suck it?” he breathed. “No hands. Just your mouth.”
I closed my lips around the head of his cock and went further, slowly taking in more and more. I sucked in air through my nose, my eyes flicking up to his every so often to try and read his reaction. He didn’t give me anything; just watched, as calm as anything. I sucked harder, traced my tongue back and forth and fought the urge to stroke him with my hand. It would be so much easier.
“C’mon, angel,” he growled. “Is that really the best you can do?”
His hands went to my hair, firmly grasping my twin braids as he leveraged himself into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I’d deep throated him before but there’d always been an element of control on his part, as though he’d been afraid of pushing me too far. Tonight was radically different. As soon as I’d fought the urge to gag, he pushed into my throat and held himself there, my face pressed against the muscle of his stomach. When he finally withdrew, I had a few precious seconds to suck in air before he was at it again, using my throat selfishly and forcing me to take what he wanted to give.
It went on. My eyes watered furiously and when he withdrew long enough for me to look up at him, his face was shadowed; teeth clenched and constrained pleasure darkening his features. I didn’t want him to stop. He used me, driving his throbbing cock into my mouth over and over until my throat felt raw and saliva dripped down my chin.
It should have been humiliating but it didn’t feel that way. Subconsciously, my hand had found its way beneath my dress to my dripping snatch and as his cock plundered my mouth, my finger rubbed urgently against my clit; attempting to coax out a much-needed release. His grip on my hair tightened painfully and his throbbing cock drove on, fucking my throat mercilessly. I felt him jerk ever so slightly and as soon as I registered it, he pulled out, releasing me and leaning his hands against the door.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he growled.
My hand stopped moving. He grasped my arm, pulling me up off the floor and he caught my wrist, his mouth closing around my wet fingers. He sucked hard, his dark eyes on mine. It was almost enough to send me over the edge.
Once he was done, he didn’t let go of my hand. He headed wordlessly to my bedroom, kicking off his jeans and boxers. He looked at me. I was still wearing my dress.
“You got any lube?” He asked the question with a purposeful bluntness, like it’d stop me protesting. I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow.
“Anything?”
He looked around the room deliberatively, yanking open the drawers of my dressing table and finding the contents unappealing. Nail polish. Foundation. Concealer. Hairspray.
“C’mon,” he groaned, warily examining a tub of hand cream. “What about the bathroom?”
I trailed him down the hall and into the small, white bathroom. He looked in the medicine cabinet, his brow furrowed. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to ignore the way my fingers shook a little. Robbie was intently focused on his task. He didn’t seem at all bothered by how naked he was and why would he? In the bright white light, with his gym-dedicated body and shadowy tattoos he looked like a wet dream.
“Coconut oil. That’ll work.”
He shut the cabinet door triumphantly and our eyes met in the mirror. He smiled. I couldn’t. I looked from the small jar in his hand to his hard cock.
“Are you sure?” I asked weakly. I briefly considered using my safe word. The party seemed to have shifted something in him, taking away the sweetness and replacing it with ruthless want. I could put a stop to it, could very easily say no. He looked at me like he knew what I was thinking and his smile faded a little. I sighed. He was still Robbie. I still would have done anything for him.
“Bedroom?” he asked. His voice had a softness to it, like he wanted to reassure me. I nodded wordlessly and led the way.
He dropped the jar on the bed and helped me slip out of my dress. It landed around my ankles, my panties following suit. Robbie sat on the edge of the bed, unscrewing the jar of coconut oil and scooping out the contents to lube his hard cock. I watched, my mouth dry. Every time I looked at his cock, the nerves reappeared in my stomach. Surely it wouldn’t work. It couldn’t. He was far too big.
He looked at me.
“Whatcha waiting for? Get over here.”
I moved across the room. Maybe he could wait a little longer. Maybe I could distract him. I slipped onto his lap and surprised as he was, his arms went around me as we kissed. I felt his hand smooth down my back, one destination in mind and I squirmed, widening my legs and grinding against his cock. It was unbelievably wet and we moved slickly against each other, his cock hard against me.
I heard him groan deep in his throat and I kissed him harder, finding his tongue and stroking it with my own. Despite my best efforts to detract from his plan, I could feel his hand against my ass, his fingertip circling my asshole relentlessly and beginning to press on it, seeking an entry.
“Robbie,” My whisper was a soft plea. “Maybe we could – maybe tomorrow? I mean, it’s late.”
His teeth caught my bottom lip and his finger didn’t stop moving.
“What, you don’t think I’ve waited long enough?” he growled. “What’re you tryna do to me, angel?”
His teeth sunk in harder as his finger slid inside my ass. I let out a little moan and he laughed hoarsely.
“You like that?” He pushed it in deeper, making me clench. “Good. ‘Cause that’s just the start.”
He moved suddenly, tipping me over onto the bed so I was on my knees. His finger pressed coldly against my tight knot as he worked in more oil. My palms were pressed against the mattress and in turn, each of his fingers sank into my ass, ending with his thumb. As soon as he pulled it out, I felt his cock press hard, trying to take its place. It was slick with oil and it slipped down as though trying to find its natural target. Robbie was undeterred.
“C’mon, Ally,” he hissed. “The game’s over. Don’t be a spoilsport.”
He pushed again, easing the tip inside me. It hurt a little but he used his hands to hold my cheeks apart, shifting this way and that to ease the entry. I pressed my forehead against the bed, no longer able to support myself on my hands.
Robbie pushed harder and the lube meant that after the initial resistance, he slid inside quite easily. It didn’t hurt. I felt the tight heat as he pulled back before pushing in entirely. He let out a long breath and his hand swept down my back almost reverently as his cock throbbed inside my ass.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he growled. He leaned over me, increasing the pressure and found one of my hands taking it with him and pressing it encouragingly against my snatch.
“Get yourself close,” he breathed. My fingers moved easily against my clit and despite the fact that I hadn’t even come, it felt almost too sensitive. It took a while for me to find a good pace and by that time, Robbie had gripped hard to my waist and started moving urgently. The first thrusts were short and intense but he tested me relentlessly, making each a little longer and more purposeful. My fingers slicked against my snatch, trying to dull the unfamiliar feeling and transform it into pleasure.
“You feel – amazing,” he hissed and he moved faster, sinking deep into me before retreating almost all the way and doing it over until my head spun and my gasps morphed into desperate moans.
“You gonna come?” He grasped my hand and tugged it away from my throbbing clit. “Not until I say so, angel.”
He fucked relentlessly, chasing pleasure while staking a claim. I clenched around him in an attempt to fast-forward his orgasm but he held on, punishing my efforts by edging me over and over. Every time he made me believe that he’d let me come. Every time, he stopped just before I could. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. Tears of frustration welled in my eyes. I sweated incessantly, the sheets damp beneath my overused body.
When he finally came it felt like heaven. I felt his fingers dig deeper into my waist and he thrust erratically, one hand working my clit until I clenched desperately around him.
“Fuck, Ally!”
He released deep inside me, jerking over and over, his hot come filling my ass. I came again just from the feeling of it as his cock throbbed and spurted for what seemed like forever. I felt him finally soften and he eased out of me, his weight possessive as he moved to lie down half on top of me and half beside me. His hand was still between my legs and I pushed it away gently.
“Happy now?” I asked.
He let out a sigh.
“Fucking ecstatic.”
We lay there a moment and I eased out from under him. The bed was small so we lay close together.
“There’s just one thing I don’t get,” he breathed.
“What?” I asked.
He frowned.
“I mean, you say you met him five times. How’d you let him fuck your ass so easily?”
I blanched. The afterglow had been brutally extinguished.
“I – it all happened so fast.”
“I mean, here I am,” Robbie said carelessly. “Three months in? Was there a special rule for him?”
“No!” I raised my head and looked at him wide-eyed. “It’s not like there’s rules. Sometimes things just - happen.”
He met my gaze steadily. “So did you fuck him the first day you met him?”
“No!”
He frowned. “So when?”
I looked at his shoulder.
“The day after.”
Robbie exhaled. I wanted to hate him.
“And when did he fuck your ass?” he pressed. “The day after that?”
“No.” I lay down, defeated. My voice was a monotone. “The same day.”
“All in, huh?” Robbie scowled. “How the fuck did he manage that?”
“Because it was reckless,” I snapped. “I never cared about him enough to want to take time. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal about something so – so - dead! It’s over, Robbie! I hadn’t even met you, okay? It’s not like I fucking cheated on you. We just fucked! I just did everything you fucking wanted! What’s wrong with you?”
He sat up and looked at me, something like regret in his eyes and then he turned away.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry. I hate myself. I hate him. I just – I wanna be good enough but I’m not. I mean, you saw how your mother was. I don’t even have a fucking job, Ally! Doesn’t that scare you? Don’t you need someone better?”
I felt the frustration drift away. He seemed vulnerable all of a sudden.
“No,” I breathed. “Don’t be like this. I want you forever.”
“Why?” He looked at me like he didn’t understand. “Why, Ally?”
“Well, maybe because I love you. I’m sorry if that’s a bad thing. Things will work out,” I insisted, “They always do.”
He looked at me.
“Do they?”
“Yes. You’re depressing the hell outta me, Robbie. Is this what champagne does to you?”
He laughed but it didn’t sound real.
“I’m sorry. I just – I knew I’d hit onto something too good and there’s like a reverse silver lining. Everything’s trying to screw up.”
“So don’t let it. What’s the worst that can happen? You don’t get a job? Who cares? You can live with me. My mom hates you? She hates everyone. This is all minor. We’ll still live happily ever after even if we’re broke outcasts.”
*
I woke up late. Robbie had disappeared. On any other day, it wouldn’t have concerned me but everything he’d said the previous night caused a nauseous rush of panic. I sat up too fast and my head spun. His clothes were gone. I stepped tentatively out of bed and walked to the bathroom. It was empty. I called his phone. He didn’t pick up.
I took a shower, then washed my hair, then took a bath. I wrote a check to a water conservation charity. I called Robbie again. He still didn’t pick up. My Mom called. I let it go to voicemail. I ate lunch alone. I spent the afternoon watching the news, checking emails, tidying my already tidy apartment. The clock ticked around to six pm. I painted my nails. I sent him a text.
Do you want dinner?
He replied almost instantaneously.
Yes. Please.
I was so relieved that I dropped the pasta. I’d put it in the pan when I heard the door open. I tried to hide my relief and stormed out to greet him.
“Where’ve you been?”
He smiled enigmatically.
“Seriously,” I looked at him levelly. “You haven’t answered your phone all day. I thought you’d run away.”
“What, from you?”
“Yes.” I snapped. “Especially after last night.”
His eyes flicked away.
“Yeah. Sorry. About that. I was – being stupid. No, actually, I went and got my job back.”
I frowned, mollified. “How’d you manage that?”
“Easy,” He shrugged. “I grovelled. It hurt but, what the fuck. I needed it. And then I hinted that the hotel across the road had a place for me. Turns out, my boss would’ve called me but he lost his phone. He also told me he loved me. But he’s French so it’s fine.”
“French people are usually stuck-up,” I said, deadpan. “Are you sure he’s not coming onto you? Y’know, it’s really cheap to sleep with the boss.”
Robbie laughed.
“It is? I didn’t realise. I’d better stop.”
I tried not to laugh.
“So you’ve been at work all day?”
“Well,” He looked suddenly nervous. “Not all day.”
“Enough with the suspense.” I eyed him suspiciously. “Where were you? At this French guy’s place?”
“No!” Robbie laughed. “For god’s sake!
“Well, where then?”
He looked at me nervously. “You said you wanted me forever, right?”
“And?”
“And it seemed so obvious all of a sudden. It was like you felt exactly the same way I did. I mean, what the hell? Why screw around when we’re so in sync?”
I sighed. “The pasta’s gonna over boil. Can you get to the point?”
He took a breath.
“Okay. What I’m saying is fuck everyone else. Who gives a fuck? I fucking don’t! I fucking hate them all. Why should we give a fuck what they think, what anyone thinks?”
I eyed him. “That’s a lot of fucks, Robbie. Have you been drinking?”
He narrowed his eyes. “No, I haven’t been fucking drinking. Ally, would you fucking listen? This is fucking important.”
“I’m listening!”
He hesitated. He pulled off his jacket. He caught the hem of his t-shirt and then let go of it. He walked to the window and back again. He ran his hands though his hair. He tugged at the front of his shirt. He looked at me and then at the ceiling. He went to look out the window.
“For god’s sake, Robbie!” I stared at him. “What the hell is going on?”
He drew in a long breath.
“Okay. Okay. I was emotional. It was early this morning. And maybe it was a mistake but I don’t regret it. Definitely not. At least not yet. Kinda depends what you’re gonna say.”
I waited. He didn’t say anything.
“Robbie, what the hell have you done? Did you murder Scott? Please don’t tell me you murdered Scott. Or my Mom. She’s mean but she’s still my mother!”
He tugged off his t-shirt. I blinked. He had a new tattoo. Across his once-clean chest, three words were italicised.
Ally Sara Lane.
“What the hell?!” I gasped.
“It’s a proposal,” he explained, as though I didn’t understand. “’Cause if we were married you’d have my last name. D’you get it? Like a marriage proposal? But permanent.”
In the back of my head, I’d known what he was getting at but it didn’t take away from the delivery. I stared at him speechlessly, unable to believe what I was seeing.
“You’re crazy,” I finally said. “Robbie, you’re like totally insane.”
“Is that a no?” he asked, wide-eyed.
“No, it’s a yes,” I said quite calmly. “Someone has to fix you. And it’ll probably take the rest of my life but what the hell. At least you’re decent in bed.”
Elissa
- 18.02.2021
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