Sins of Red #6: Getting to Know Him
He didn’t like it when I was noisy during sex — and would sometimes cover my mouth with a hand
Previously - After being abducted & released by her 1st boyfriend Clive, Rose ‘Red’ Redman had to reveal the identity & background of the notorious noirette serial killer — at large for a few years. Her interview with the police looming, Red returns home & chats to her sister about when she first moved in with Clive.
Content Warning: this episode is transgressive in places.
“Marie! Do you have no shame? Asking me about my past sex life?” I wrinkled my nose and pursed my lips, staring over at my sister.
“Look, Rosie, you will probably be asked far worse questions by the police. I’m simply…easing you into the interrogation you are bound to receive.”
“OMG. Do you really think so? I feel sick to the stomach now. OK. Maybe it will help for me to tell you a little about it.”
So, I continued droning on about Clive…
Clive had been my first relationship. I didn’t know what was acceptable behaviour. What was usual for couples. But the simple fact was, we rarely had sex. When we did, Clive would make a big thing of us both showering and putting on a clean duvet cover after. Like he was ashamed of our pleasure. And I wasn’t sure if I should feel that way too.
Don’t get me wrong, he was initially gentle and thoughtful even, but when he climaxed he was almost apologetic. That was odd, and
he also didn’t like it when I was noisy, you know, during sex. In fact, he would sometimes cover my mouth with a hand, trying to quieten me. As if the neighbours would be able to hear.
Once, he literally shouted out that I was being too loud. Then, grabbed my panties, stuffed them in my mouth, before turning me onto my front and winding a saliva coated finger into my ass — which he then replaced with his dick. We were drunk, a good job too, as I was relaxed, so it didn’t hurt too much. I remember staring at the duvet cover, clean and floral, thinking: this isn’t what sex is supposed to be. Is it?
I convinced myself it was just rough sex. But now I’m not so sure. I know a lot of people include many kinds of kinky acts in their lives. But adding up all his peculiarities — such as his difficult background, having no friends, OCD about cleanliness and his obsession with me — I probably should have realised his behaviour was a little unhinged. But at the time, I’d assumed it was just the alcohol, and put it to the back of my mind.
The next day, he couldn’t do enough to please me. Ran me a bubble bath. Made dinner. Trying to make up. Although, we didn’t mention what had happened at all.
However, in other ways, we were close. We talked about so many different things. His past and how he wondered who his real parents were. And mum — neither of us was keen on her. He went round to pick some of my stuff up after I’d moved out. She was verbally very rude to him. At the time, he didn’t deserve to be whipped by her sharp tongue.
Things muddled along okay, mostly, for about a year. Then I got promoted and started shadowing a proper area manager. On occasions, I’d have to stay in a hotel on the other side of town. Clive didn’t like that. We had loads of arguments about my job. When I returned from working away, he’d have a bath ready for me. And then come and sit and watch intently while I bathed. I’m sure he was examining my body in case there were signs I had been with someone else. A couple of times, I caught him loading the washing machine and checking my knickers.
This all happened slowly. So his obsessions seemed to creep up. It didn’t really hit me what had been going on until, well, until the week before I left.
I wasn’t planning on leaving him, but one evening my boss, Jack, dropped me home after a meeting. We sat in the car for five minutes, chatting and laughing about something from earlier. I said goodbye and ran up the path to the front door. I saw Clive looking out the window. When I walked in, he slammed the door, grabbed me and pushed me against it. Before I knew what was happening, he landed a swift crack across the left side of my face. I fell to the floor while he shouted obscenities. Accusing me of whoring with the boss.
He was out of control.
I suppose that was the moment I realised our relationship was toxic. And I had to work out how to get away from him.
Marie was looking shocked. Eyes and mouth wide open. So I stopped.
“Enough of my younger days. Back to the present. I needed to get ready for my interview with the Police.”
So, I gave Marie a hug. As if she was the one who needed comforting. Funny really. And feeling numb, desperate to create some sort of normality - I asked her to make sure there was some food in for tea.
Part 7 next weekend
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"desperate to create some sort of normality" I love that line.
Remembering must be such a challenging experience for her.
Some people love hearing about people's past sex lives don't they. This is great stuff MM, especially the ending.