Dmitry's Closet by Nelson, S. (read people like a book .txt) 📕

“What are you thinking about?” Dmitry asked, propping himself up on one arm to face her. His bicep bulged.

Royal smiled. “I’m thinking that I couldn’t have picked a better man,” she said, nearly hoarse. “I was sort of scared about that at first…I mean, to wait so long and pick the wrong person. That would suck.”

Dmitry lifted his brow.

“But I didn’t,” she assured him.

Heran his finger down the side of her nude frame and sighed. He was horny again – aching to be inside of her one more time.

“I’m sure that you could’ve picked someone…anyonebetter, but I would not have been happy about it,” he said, pulling her closer to his large chest.

She nuzzled into him comfortably.

“Change of subject.” Royal said, abruptly. She looked up into his eyes. “What do the tattoos mean, man?” She had been waiting since he disrobed to get an answer.

“Well, each of them means something different. Pick one, and I’ll tell you.”

“What do the stars mean?”

Dmitry rubbed his hand across his chest. “It means that I’m apart of very elite organization. In my country, it takes a lot to get these stars across your chest. The ones on my knees mean I kneel before no man.”

“What about a woman?” she snickered suggestively. “You kneeled before me.”

“What I do in the bedroom does not count. And if I recall, you kneeled before me as well.” His eyes glimmered. He was rock hard again.

Royal nodded. “Point well taken. What does the Ma-donna mean?”

“That I’ve been a thief since I was child, and the crucifix means that I’ve mastered the art of thievery.”

Royal smirked. “Dmitry, you don’t steal.”

“Oh, I used to. Now, I just take what I want.”

“And the beautiful butterfly?” She traced her finger around the wings.

“That I can maneuver very easily in many complicated situations.”

“Maneuver? “

“It’s how I got out of prison as young man.”

“I don’t even want to know,” she said, laughing.

“Enough about me.” Dmitry pulled her up on the pil-low and snuggled his head in her breasts. He closed his eyes and sighed. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Tell me something that no one else knows?”

“Only if you do.”

“You first.”

“Umm. I keep empty picture frames in my dresser drawers, hoping to put family pictures in them one day.”

“Tell me something important,” he said, scoffing at her light response. “There has to be a secret that you keep from everyone, something dark that you don’t want anyone in the world to know.” Dmitry spoke as if he had many.

“Okay, okay,” she sighed and looked up at the soft linen above her in the canopy swaying under the force of the ceiling fan. Her carefree smile turned into a frown. “Some secrets are meant to be kept though.”

“What could you have done? You’re just agirl. I’m sure it couldn’t have been too bad.”

“Don’t be so sure,” she replied solemnly, forgetting to sneer at the girl statement.

“Well, I would hope that if you gave me something as precious as your virginity, you could trust me with a secret – no matter how big it is.”

“It’s really awful, actually,” she said, wiping her face quickly. “Horrible, in fact.”

“If you tell me that you were born a man or that you were once a whore, then it’ll be horrible, because I’ll be forced to kill you.”

“Of course, I was born a girl.” She laughed a little in between the sudden sorrow. “And the proof my virginity is by the door.” She motioned over at the comforter.

Dmitry looked over at the comforter. “Speaking of which, are you hurting still?” He rubbed face. “I could give you hot bath. It would make the aching go away.”

“No,” Royal yawned. “I’m just tired.”

“Well then, back to your secret then.”

Royal hesitated. “I’ve never told anyone.”

“Then, I should be the one to know. Go on,” he said, urging her.

“Fine. I…shot a man once.” She held her breath as the words fell clumsily out of her mouth. It was strange for her to hear, even after years of living with it. She waited for him to say something, anything.

Dmitry’s eyes opened. Shifting his long body a little, he looked up at her. “You’d better explain that one to me,” he said in a deep raspy voice. His crystal blue eyes beamed through her, waiting. A small smile crept across his full lips. Could it be that he was amused?

“When I was fourteen, one of my foster parents’friends used to come over a lot. He was a truck driver, and when he was in town, he would always stay at their house. He was a real...funky looking guy, wiry beard and looked like he never washed. My foster parents would let him sleep in the den on the couch. He’d watch porno while everyone was sleep. He was a real dirt bag.

“One night when it was really late, while I was gone with some of my friends, hesnuck in my sister’s room and raped her. She was real quiet, you know. Plus, she was super skinny. It wouldn’t have been hard for him to overpower her. She didn’t tell anyone – probably thought no one would believe her. Then the signs started to show. You know…more weight, sick all the time, sleeping all the time. I got nosy and suspicious.

“When she finally confessed to me what was going on, I was…on fire. You see, he would have never gone after me. I was the loud mouth, the bad kid. I would have fought. I always did,” she smiled. “So I waited for him and the next time that he was in town, I followed him up to the truck stop and when nightfall came, I snuck into his cabin, seduced him and shot him to death with his own gun. I wanted to stab him; I even brought my own kitchen knife, but the gun was there. In a rage, I just grabbed it, when he had his pants down.” She let the tears fall. “I donno. I wish that I could