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Tangled Hearts: Love Amidst Dominance

Scenario: Your dominant boyfriend comes home from work after a long day, needing a release of this stress from his girlfriend
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Your dominant boyfriend comes home from work after a long day, needing a release of this stress from his girlfriend
Alexander Stone, my dominant boyfriend, has just arrived home from work, visibly tense and in need of a release for his stress.
His demeanor is a mix of exhaustion and the usual control that defines him.
Despite my own weariness from a long day, I'm immediately drawn to him, offering a hug which he accepts, albeit in a demanding manner that underscores his current state of mind.
His hands gripping my waist firmly, I'm reminded of the control and possessiveness that are integral parts of his character and our relationship.
This physical contact seems to momentarily ease his tension, as he buries his face in my hair, a gesture that signifies his deep affection and need for me.
Feeling his warmth and the subtle scent of his cologne against my skin, I can't help but feel a deep sense of love and care for him.
This moment encapsulates our complex yet deeply connected dynamic, where Alexander's need for control and my submissive tendencies create a delicate balance of love and support.
Alexander Stone has had a long day.
He looks so tired, so tense…so much like he needs me to take care of him right now.
And isn’t that always the case?
I feel like he’s always taking care of me, making sure I’m okay, making sure I’m happy and healthy, putting me before everything else, but the one thing he doesn’t do is let me take care of him.
He says it’s because he has to be strong for me, but I just want to be there for him too.
I want to make sure he’s okay too.
And right now, he’s not okay.
I can tell just by looking at him that something is wrong.
I can see it in his eyes and in the way he’s clenching his jaw so tightly I’m surprised he hasn’t broken any teeth yet.
He’s looking down at me with an intensity that sends shivers running up and down my spine, and I have to remind myself to breathe as I reach out to tug on his tie and pull him down towards me.
“Hey,” I whisper as his chest presses against mine.
He doesn’t smile or respond in any way; instead, he simply stares down at me with those brooding eyes of his and waits for me to continue, until I finally realize what he wants from me and simply wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer until I’m hugging him as tightly as I can manage.
He wraps his arms around me as well, but it isn’t until I feel him grip my waist so tightly it almost hurts that I realize this isn’t a hug at all.
This is him trying to exert some kind of control over me.
It’s nothing new; Alexander is always trying to control me, whether it be through my body or my emotions or my actions or anything else he can find.
It’s just the way he is—dominant and possessive and controlling—and I have learned to live with it over time.
In fact, if I’m being completely honest with myself here, I have actually learned to like it over time too.
“Hey,” I whisper again, this time pressing my lips against the base of his throat and trailing a path of soft kisses all along his skin while my fingers are busy playing with the hair on the back of his neck, tugging on it and curling it around my fingers and doing anything I can think of just to make him feel good.
He doesn’t say anything in response, but I can see the way his eyes are closing for a brief moment and the way his jaw is tensing even more than before, so I know my efforts are working, and I smile triumphantly against his skin before I finally pull back to look up at him again when I’m ready for this whole thing to end—but it’s not until I see the look of pure desperation on his face that I realize this isn’t just about him trying to control me anymore.
This is about him needing something from me, too.
“Are you okay?”
I ask before I can stop myself, and for a moment, I can see the corner of his mouth twitching as if he wants to smile at my question, but then it just falls back into a firm line of tension once again.
He doesn’t respond right away, so I reach out to tuck my fingers under his chin instead, tilting it down and forcing him to look at me as I’m asking the same question again: “Alexander, are you okay?”
He doesn’t say anything for another moment longer, and when he finally does, it’s not even an answer to my question at all—it’s not even an apology for acting the way he has been this whole time—but instead, it’s just him telling me what’s wrong like I should have known all along: “I had a long day.”
“Did you…do you want to talk about it?”
I ask anyway as soon as he steps away from me after that, his hands finally leaving my waist as he turns around to start walking towards the bedroom in order to put an end to this whole conversation before it can even begin.
And it’s not until I see the way his shoulders are tensing up even more than they already were underneath that expensive suit of his when he reaches the doorframe that I realize this was a mistake too.
I know Alexander doesn’t like talking about these kinds of things—not with me or not with anyone else—and that it’s not something I should be bringing up in public where others can hear us either because of what they might think about our relationship as a result of it.
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It wasn’t something I thought about when I asked him how he was doing, or when I asked if he wanted to talk—because it’s not something I ever think about at all—but it was still a mistake anyway because it was clear what the answer was going to be from the start.
Just like it was clear what the answer was going to be when I asked if he wanted help in the shower when we first arrived home too.
It was clear what the answer was going to be when I asked if he wanted me to stay out here with him while he did that instead of leaving him alone like he always preferred.
It was clear what the answer was going to be when I asked if I could make us some tea before we went in there.
I should have known what he wanted from the start because it was always the same thing with Alexander no matter what it was—because he liked having control over everything between us and because he liked having things go exactly the way he wanted them to go too—which made it so easy for him to do this with me every single time without even saying a word at all or having to explain himself either.
It was something I knew he liked, and it was something I knew he needed, and it was something I knew he would get too no matter what happened or how hard I tried to stop him.
Because no matter what else he might need from me—no matter how much he might need my help or my attention or my affection at any given time—this was always going to be something he needed more than anything else, and this was always going to be something he was always going to get as a result of that too.
It was always going to be something he would take without asking, and without a single word to explain himself or his reasons either, no matter how hard I might try to resist him when he did.
It was always going to be something he would demand from me—and something I would always give him too—because he was always going to make sure this was something he got between us no matter what.
He was always going to make sure this was something he got from me every single time, whether I wanted him to or not, and whether I did what he wanted me to do or not either.
He was always going to do this with me no matter what—and I knew that before I even let myself ask him those questions in the first place because I knew what the answers were going to be before they ever came out of my mouth at all—but I asked them anyway, and I still tried to stop myself anyway, but it didn’t matter because this is always what happened between us no matter what, so I just put one of his favorite mugs down on a tray along with some honey and a teabag after that instead.
And then I followed him into the bedroom after that too.
Alexander is already sitting on top of the bed when I get in there after that, his towel hiked up around his hips as he leans back against the headboard with his eyes closed and his head resting against the wall behind him while he’s waiting for me to come in there with his tea like he had asked me to do.
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“Close that door,” he tells me when he hears me, not even bothering to open his eyes when he speaks.
I do what he says right away, closing the door behind me before I take his tea over to him on the bed next, careful not to spill anything while he’s still balancing my tray on one hand and his teacup on the other like this.
“Here you go,” I tell him, holding out his mug to take from me once he's settled down against the headboard again.
“Thank you,” he says, opening his eyes after he takes it from me and looking up at me with a brief smile that makes my heart beat faster—and makes my body react in a way that’s almost painful—before going back to his usual neutral expression again.
“I’m sorry,” I say, unable to help myself as I stand there staring down at him, “I know you don’t need me—and I know you don’t want me—but I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you anyway.”
He raises an eyebrow at me when he hears that last part, pausing with his gaze locked on mine while he takes a sip of his tea before he puts it back down again and sets my tray aside as well.
And then he pats the bed next to him after that too.
“Come sit with me,” he tells me once he’s done, holding out his hand to take mine after that while he waits for me to comply.
I do what he says right away—just like I always do—pushing my hair behind my ear with my free hand while he watches me sit down beside him before he pulls me into his side and wraps one arm around my shoulders.
“I might not want you here,” he tells me while we’re sitting there together, “but that doesn’t mean that I don’t need you anyway.”
“I know,” I say with a smile, reaching up to brush his hair off his forehead for him while he’s holding me in place like this with his free hand still.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, reaching down to brush his hand over my arm and my waist for me after that while we’re still sitting here together, “I’m sorry for not being able to stop myself from taking it out on you.”
His voice is still rough, and his body is still tense after all of that, but it’s not as bad as it was when he first got home either—and it’s not as bad as it was while we were still out in public either—so I just smile and shake my head at him while he’s speaking to me right now, not sure what else to say or do after that at all while we’re still sitting here on the bed together.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers to me while we’re still sitting here on the bed together, wrapping his other arm around me too while he’s holding me to his side, “I’ll make sure you get taken care of later to make up for it.”
He pulls me even closer to his side while we’re still sitting here on the bed together once he’s done speaking, holding me around my shoulders with one arm and around my waist with his other one while he watches me with those dark eyes of his, and then he leans down to brush his lips over mine once before pulling me even closer to hold me against his chest.
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He’s staring down into my eyes when he pulls back again, and then he leans down to kiss me once again while we’re still sitting here on the bed together, holding me even closer to his body while his lips move over mine—while his tongue slips between my lips—while his hands move down to hold onto my hips and pull me even closer to him than before—and then it breaks off once again so that he can brush his lips over mine one more time before looking down at me and whispering, “Eat quickly, baby girl.”
He smiles down at me while we’re still sitting here on the bed together once he’s done speaking—while we’re still wrapped up in each other’s arms—while his hands are still holding onto my hips and pulling me even closer to him than before—before he leans over to start eating his snack while holding onto me like this, watching me as I do too.
I can feel his eyes studying me while I eat, and then after that, watching me as I drink my tea right now—watching me while his fingers brush over my hip and my waist like this—while our food is starting to run out—and then after that, watching me once again once we’re done eating, putting both of our trays aside and holding onto me even closer than before.
“Come join me in bed,” he tells me while he’s still holding me to his side, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and pulling me even closer to hold me against his chest while he’s still watching me with those dark eyes of his, “but you can’t be in your clothes anymore.”
I nod at him while he’s still holding me to his side, leaning up to brush my lips over his one more time before he lets me go after that, and then I slide off the bed and go upstairs to take a shower and change into some different clothes.
“I want you to eat my pussy instead,” I tell him while we’re lying in bed together after that though, running my fingers through his hair and across the back of his neck—while I’m lying on my back with my head propped up on some pillows—while he’s lying between my legs with his head resting on my stomach, “I’ve worked a long day too, Alex, I want some pleasure too.”
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“Suck my cock first,” he tells me though, not even looking up at me to meet my eyes, “then maybe I’ll think about it.”
I nod at him again, since I know there’s no point in arguing with him about it, and then I run my fingers through his hair a few more times before reaching down to start slowly unzipping his jeans.
I slip them off of him while he lifts his hips off the bed so that I can pull them down, leaving him naked except for a pair of boxers now, and then I lightly trace my fingertips over the growing bulge between his legs—though it doesn’t stay there for long since he quickly grabs my wrist and pulls it away from there to tell me, “No, you can only touch what I say you can touch.”“Yes, sir,” I tell him obediently then—since I know not to argue about these types of things—before I reach back out to start running my fingers over his body again, making sure not to let them linger on any of the places that he doesn’t want me touching.
His skin is so hot and smooth underneath my fingertips though, and it sends a shiver down my spine that makes me tingle all over when I’m touching him like this.
And the way he feels when he’s pressed up against me… being this close to him after he’s been away all day makes me feel so warm and happy inside.
I love being this close to him… being able to touch him and feel him and be near him like this all the time.
And since he works so much and we don’t get to see each other as much as I’d like most days… at least being able to spend this time together in bed every night almost makes me feel better about it.
It doesn’t make me feel completely better about it though.
But it does make me feel better.
His skin is so soft that it feels just as good to be running my hands over it as it always does though… even with the bulging muscles that hide just underneath the surface of his skin too since they’re so big and firm that they’re almost always bulging out somewhere when he’s in this position with me like this.
And as I start massaging his back now, while he’s still lying between my legs with his face pressed against my stomach, I make sure to hit all the places that he likes the best too—like the sides of his neck and the tops of his shoulders—though also making sure not to neglect any part of him either since he told me earlier that he doesn’t want me to ignore any part of his back tonight.
So even though I start by lightly trailing my fingers over the parts that he likes the most, making sure not to miss anything, I also make sure to take my time and hit every spot on his back too while I’m doing it too.
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Alex grabs my head and slowly pushes it forward, telling me to take his boxers off
When I do, he rolls over onto his stomach so that I can start massaging his back.
And when he does, I make sure to keep my hands moving slowly and thoroughly across every part of him too, making sure not to miss a single spot—just like he told me not to.
He’s so big and muscular that it takes a lot of energy for me to massage him for as long as he wants me to.
But I don’t mind it.
I like doing it for him.
And even though he’s even more muscular now than he was before because he’s been working out so much more lately, it still feels just as good running my hands over him like this.
It feels so good that I can barely even think about anything else while I’m doing it… all I can think about is how good it feels running my hands over him while I try not to miss any part of him either.
Because he gets angry with me when I don’t do things the way that he wants me to.
“Don’t stop,” he says, speaking up in a deep voice that makes me shiver all over when I hear it.
I won’t, I think as I give him a tiny nod and keep my hands moving slowly across every part of him so that I don’t miss anything.
He’s always so firm with me when he tells me what to do… never leaving any room for me to question him or argue with him or do anything other than exactly what he says instead.
And since I’ve learned by now what happens when I don’t listen to him… I’ll definitely never even think about trying to do anything other than exactly what he tells me either.
“Not too hard,” he says after a couple minutes as I keep going, reminding me again how much pressure he wants me to apply while I work on him.
“And not too soft either.
You need to make sure you’re adding the right amount of pressure while you’re doing it.”
I give a little nod and do my best to add the right amount of pressure while I keep going, making sure to do it just like he told me to do.
As I do, I can feel my hands getting tired from rubbing them over his big, muscular muscles for so long while I try not to miss any part of his back either.
But even though it’s hard to keep going, I know that I have to keep doing it exactly how he wants me to.
Because if I don’t, then I know that there will be consequences for it for me later.
And I really don’t want there to be any consequences for me for it later.
So I’ll definitely never even think about trying to do anything other than exactly what he tells me instead.
Because if I don’t listen to him, then Alex gets angry.
And when Alex gets angry, then we both get hurt.
And I really don’t want either of us to get hurt.
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"Stop with the massage now, baby girl," Alex says and kisses me, pulling his boxers off
I stop immediately and reach for his boxers at the same time, pulling them off underneath his feet while he steps out of them and steps forward again.
Just like always, I take his pants over to the big walk-in closet in the corner and hang them up on a hanger before putting them away in his big dresser drawers.
When I finish, I close the doors and go back over to him and sit down on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.
And when Alex comes over to stand in front of me a couple seconds later with his big, thick cock hanging out in front of his body and his hands on his hips, I know exactly what it is that he wants from me.
So I reach down between his legs and take his hard dick in my hand and start stroking him off slowly and gently while he tells me about his day at work.
As I go, I make sure that my fingers are going up and down the length of him at just the right speed and pressure while I use my other hand to slide my fingers all over his smooth balls… because I know from experience how much Alex likes that too.
And since I’ve been with him for so long, I know just how much pressure he likes me to use on his balls and how fast and slow I should stroke him off while I do it too… just like I know how firm he likes me to massage his muscles and how hard I should suck on his dick when I’m giving him a blowjob also.
So I’ll definitely never even think about trying to do anything other than exactly what he tells me instead… because if I try to do anything different, then I’ll definitely end up getting hurt later for it too.
“Move down and start massaging my legs now,” Alex says when he finally finishes telling me all about his day.
“Not too hard, just like you were doing with my back before.”
I give a tiny nod and take one last look at his beautiful face before lowering my eyes and scooting down the bed so that I can reach his legs while still sitting on the edge of it.
Then I reach out with both hands and start slowly moving them all over his smooth, muscular legs while I start massaging them just like he told me to do.
“Don’t stop, baby,” Alex says when I hesitantly pause for a second to adjust my grip on his calf since I don’t want to give him any reason to get mad at me now.
And I try to keep my face blank and empty while I make sure my grip is exactly how he likes it before I continue moving my hands up and down his legs, but it’s really hard for me to do that when I can feel his dark, intense eyes watching my every move, so it’s not long before I end up glancing at him again.“Don’t worry, princess,” he says when our eyes meet for a split second and I quickly look away again, “I’m just enjoying your massage.”
And then he goes quiet while I try to focus on what I’m doing instead so that I can keep making him happy… but it’s really hard to when he’s being this quiet and still also since it’s making me second-guess myself and everything else that I’m doing too.
Because there’s no way for me to know if what I’m doing is right or wrong while he’s being so quiet and still also… since there’s no way for me to know if he likes it or not since he’s not telling me anything at all, so I have no idea what to do now since I already know how upset he’ll be later if I don’t do exactly what he wants me to do now instead.
So I take a deep breath and keep moving my hands up and down his legs while I make sure that my fingers are going over every single inch of them just like they’re supposed to… and that the pressure is exactly how much he wants me to use too, even though it’s really hard for me to stay in this exact same position while I’m doing it though too since it hurts my back so much because of how much weight I’ve gained over the past two years, but I know it’s the only way for me to make sure that what I’m doing is good enough for him still, even though it’s making my neck and shoulders hurt so much too now also.
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"Stop," he says and I kneel. He smirks and grabs my head, his cock pressing against my lips
I close my eyes and open my mouth as his hands start to guide my head back and forth, but I try not to think about anything else as I do what I know I’m supposed to do now instead… and that I’m already so desperate for him to hurry up and fuck me that I start to moan even though I know he won’t like that either.
But I can’t help it since I’m already so horny now that I can barely even stand it anymore and that I want to be naked and touched by him for the rest of my life instead… but that’s not possible, so I’ll have to settle for being his girlfriend instead as long as I get to be with him too now.
He growls and grabs my head harder, pressing his dick against my throat as my eyes start to water and I promise myself that I’ll do whatever it takes to make him happy instead since that’s all I want to do anyway… and that I already know how good I am at making him happy too.
He growls again and starts to thrust into my mouth even harder now too while his hands pull my hair and those familiar goosebumps cover my skin as I realize how lucky I am to have someone like him want me like this instead… but I want more also since I don’t want this to be all that we ever do together still since I know that there has to be something more than this too.
He grabs my head with both hands and lifts me off of him, then strokes himself while staring right at me instead… and there’s nothing that I want more than to let him do whatever he wants to me too while we’re alone, but there’s nothing that I want more than to be alone with him forever too though too.
I’m still staring at him while he continues to stroke himself off, but it’s making me so desperate to touch myself that I can’t think about anything else anymore except for how much that I’m dying to cum instead… but then he starts to cum all over my chest, so that’s not going to happen now either, so all that I can do is just lie here and be disappointed while absolutely nothing else happens at all.
“Wipe yourself off and get me a glass of white wine,” he says as he lies down on the bed with his hands behind his head.
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I bring him the glass of white wine on a tray. "Good girl, bringing me my wine and sucking my cock so good," he says as he takes the glass and takes a sip, patting at the spot next to him. I sit down and he gives me the glass too, I drink from it. "Give me a few minutes to recover and I'll fuck your Pussy too yeah? And if you're good you'll be allowed to cum."
“Thank you,” I say while trying to suppress a smile too, because this is the first time that he’s given me permission to touch myself again in over a month too… and it makes me feel like maybe we should go out tonight instead too, or maybe have a nice dinner together at home or something too maybe…
“I like your hair like this,” is all that he says back while running his fingers through it too, but I can tell what else that he means by it too… and it makes me want to curl up against him right now because it’s making me feel like the only person in the world too, but that’s not possible so I can’t do that either… but while it’s not possible for it to be true, it doesn’t stop me from wanting it to be true anyway either still too…
His hands are nice and gentle right now, which is super unusual for them actually, but they make me feel like everything is going to be okay anyway too right now too… but then they move down to my back, which is really nice and relaxing too, but then they move down further than that afterwards too…
Okay, it feels really nice when he does that, but then it makes me want more also though too, even though I don’t want him to stop either though.
His hands are amazing on my back right now, but they just make me want more of them everywhere else also though, even though it makes me feel super guilty for wanting that as badly as that also, but then it feels even better when he wraps himself around me while doing that too.
“Thank you very much,” I say back even though that doesn’t feel like it’s enough, but then he leans in and kisses me on my neck right now also, which makes me shiver because it feels so good when he does that also though too.
“But what are you doing?”
I ask finally after having enough time to think about it.
“What does it look like?”
he asks with a smile on his face.
“I’m giving you a massage.”
“But why?”
I ask since this is usually how he teases me into wanting more from him anyway though right now.
“Well, what did you think that I was going to do?”
he asks back instead of answering my question.
“I thought that you were finally going to let me touch myself,”
I admit, even though it makes me feel really guilty to say that out loud since it doesn’t sound very good when I say it out loud right now either.
“No way,”
he says back immediately, which hurts when he says this, but then he continues by saying,
“And if you’re very good, maybe I’ll let you cum later on too.”
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Alex finishes the massage and then begins kissing me, sucking my neck and undressing me, his cock pressing against my thigh. "Want you, now, fuck I'll fuck you and you'll just take my cock like a good girl uh, desperate to fuck your pussy again," he murmurs while kissing me, pushing me on the mattress.
His kisses are so nice right now, but then it feels like he’s really in a hurry right now, which doesn’t make very much sense since he’s given a massage and everything also though.
And then he pushes me down on the bed, straddles my legs and continues kissing me, his hand squeezing my boob.
It feels really nice and it makes me feel really hot and turned on and desperate for him all over again, and I crave for his touch and his kisses while feeling how wet my pussy gets.
But then he suddenly stops and says:
“Go get me a glass of wine and then take a shower while I drink it.”
And then he leaves the room without even looking at me.
“Alex, wait,”
I call after him, but then he’s already gone, and then a few seconds later, a door slams somewhere in the apartment.
He’s taking a shower in our bathroom.
He didn’t come here and this isn’t what he wanted.
He didn’t want to come here and he didn’t want to do this with me either, which is why he didn’t even bother looking at me right now either.
Because he doesn’t want anything from me, and he doesn’t need anything from me either though too.
So he left without a glance or a word and went to take a shower instead, leaving me all alone right here.
“And go get me a glass of wine,”
he said also though too.
He didn’t even ask.
“Go get it and bring it back here,”
he said also though too.
And then take a shower while he drinks it also though too.
Only after that can you come back here and lie down next to him for the night also though too.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be though right now either.
I’m supposed to lie next to him and fall asleep and be happy that I was allowed to sleep next to him for the night.
This isn’t fair though too.
And it’s not what I wanted.
But then I don’t have the guts to go and get him the glass of wine either though too, and then I’m left alone to think about everything instead.
And then I can feel that I’m crying also though too.
But then when I try to blink it away also though too, it’s still there.
I’m crying over nothing right now also though too.
And over everything also though too.
And because I don’t know what to do with myself right now also though too.
And because I don’t know how to deal with the fact that I want him to touch me and kiss me and be with me so badly also right now too.
And because he just left without even looking at me like that either though too.
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Alex smiles and undresses me, straddling my legs.
“I need you,”
he says as his hands travel up my body.
My breath catches as his fingers close around my throat.
His grip is firm but gentle.
He doesn’t choke me.
He doesn’t squeeze.
But oh does he make me want him to right now too.
He’s so strong and so powerful and so very dangerous too.
And what’s why I want him like this also right now too.
So much so that it even scares me like this also right now too.
But this isn’t what he wants from me though right now either.
Not really and not yet either.
Because he needs something else from me first though too.
He needs me to submit like this first, so that he can have everything else after that also.
But that doesn’t mean that he can have everything else also though too.
Because that doesn’t mean that he can have me either.
Except that it does.
It always does in the end like this.
It’s what happens every single time also though too.
“Please,”
I say as I arch my body into his touch.
“Please what?”
he asks as he leans down and kisses me on the mouth.
He’s gentle and sweet and perfect like this also though too.
And he makes me want him even more like this also though too.
“Please, what?”
he asks again after that when I don’t answer him either though too.
“Please,”
I say again once I realize that I have to.
Except that I don’t even know what I’m asking for when I do either though too.
Except that this isn’t what he wants from me either, so he gets up instead and leans back and looks at me like this also instead also instead also instead also instead also instead instead instead instead instead instead instead instead also instead also instead instead instead also instead instead instead instead instead also instead also also instead also also also also also also also also also also also also also instead instead also instead instead instead instead also also also also also also also also also also also also instead instead instead also also instead instead also also except that he just gets up and leaves me like this after that too, without even a word or a goodbye or anything else either though too.
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He kisses and then, undresses me, his cock pressing against my thigh as he spreads my legs. "You'll be a good girl and take this cock, won't you?"
“Yes,” I say when he asks me that.
“Yes, I will.” Instead of “Will you tell me what you want?”
“Will you tell me what you’re thinking?”
“Will you tell me what you need?”
Because this is what he wants from me, only not really at all either though too.
This is what he really wants from me, with no talking or thinking or needing or anything else either though too.
“How was your day?”
I ask him after he comes out of the shower and finishes dressing himself and everything else again except that he barely even looks at me when I do though too.“What would you like to drink?”
is all he says instead.
“Wine,” I tell him after I go get it because I know that that’s what he likes best.
He wants it cold, but not too cold, he tells me after he takes a sip so that’s how I serve it to him now almost all of the time all of the time too.This way, I figure out how to keep myself occupied whenever he’s home for dinner like this instead too.
I don’t know if he sees it for that or not either though too.
He doesn’t care if he does either though too.
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He spreads me legs, kissing me and then starts pressing into me. I moan and he grunts.
“Sorry about that.” I text Sophia back while I’m still in the kitchen.
“Does he have a wine preference?”
She sends back.
“Alexander Stone only drinks the best of the best.”
I’m joking of course, except it’s actually true too.
“Yes, because you asked him.”
“Haha, very funny.”
It is funny to me though too because it’s so true too.
Alexander Stone only drinks the best of the best because Alexander Stone won’t have it any other way either though too.
And I am exactly the same way because that is exactly what Alexander Stone wants me to be too.
It’s hard to deny too that I like it that way even though I know that I shouldn’t like it that way too.
I don’t think that I really do either though too.
When I come out of the kitchen with his wine, Alexander is sitting on the couch with the TV on and his shirt opened and his legs spread wide apart and his feet on the coffee table and his hands behind his head and his eyes closed, which means that it looks to me like he’s not doing anything since he’s home for dinner right now too.
It would be hot to me if I didn’t know that it wasn’t hot to him though too.
It’s just another way for him to control me is all too.
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I decide to go into the bathroom and take a shower myself even though I don’t really need one right now because I just took one this morning since I am trying to be good even though I don’t need to be good anymore.
I am trying to get back into the shower when I’ve done everything that Alexander has asked of me after he’s asked me to do it and I’ve done it as well as I could do it.
I’ve been the best girlfriend that I could be for him, which is hard since sometimes I don’t even think that he wants me to be his girlfriend at all.
I think that he just wants me to do whatever he tells me to do and then go away when he tells me to go away so that he can go on living his life the way that he wants to live it because that is the only thing that matters to him at all.
It’s not like he really even cares about me at all either.
He just cares about having someone around that he can control and use whenever he wants to use someone because he doesn’t want to use anyone else but he knows that he can use me as long as he does things the way that I want him to do them and then I’ll do whatever he wants me to do because that is exactly how this is supposed to work.
And once I am supposed to get back into the shower, I feel a little bit better than I did before because I realize that I am starting to feel a little bit better too.
I don’t know why that is either, but I am starting to feel a little bit better than I was before either.
I am starting to feel like myself again, which is good because I don’t want to feel like myself.
I feel so miserable and terrible that I don’t know what else to do either except get into the shower.
I go into the bathroom and strip off my clothes, then turn on the water to let it warm up before stepping in and washing my body, then washing my hair, then washing my body again just for good measure since I have nothing else to do right now but wash myself in order to make myself feel better since there is absolutely nothing else that will work right now either.
By the time I get out of the shower, I feel a lot better already than I did before because there is nothing else for me to do but get into the shower and then get out of the shower once I am done getting into the shower.
Unfortunately, I am not alone when I get out of the shower either because Alexander is still in the living room sitting on the couch with his shirt opened and his legs spread wide apart and his feet on the coffee table and his hands behind his head and his eyes closed, even though he said he was going to take a shower, but instead he is on the phone talking to someone else instead.
I don’t know who else he could possibly be talking to at this time of night.
How late is it?
How long have I been in the shower for?
Do I have enough time to get dressed again and then make some food for Alexander before he comes back to bed and then goes to sleep again like he always does?
My phone buzzes with a text message from Sophia saying: “Why are you drinking wine without me?
Also, why do I have to drink Barlow and Sons all the time?”
She always complains about the wine that Alexander always has me bring over for her whenever she comes over to my apartment.
It’s not like Alexander has me bring over wine for anyone else who comes over to my house, but he always has me bring over wine for everyone who comes over to my house when they come over to my house for dinner.
Sophia is the only other person who comes over to my house for dinner, which is why she’s the only other person who has wine brought over for her when she comes over to my house for dinner too.
The only thing is though, she never likes the wine, but I like it and I always have it too.
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Alex looks up at me and tells me to come to him, while he undressed
I sit down on the couch next to him and lean my side against his chest while I type a response to Sophia’s text, then show it to him: “Because you’re not here to drink with me.
And that’s the only wine we drink at this house now.
I don’t know what else to tell you about it.”
Sophia types back: “Am I ever going to see you again?”
I shrug my shoulders at Alex.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds like a warning growl.
I type: “Am I ever going to see you again?”
Sophia types back.
I roll my eyes and show Alex: “She wants to know if she is ever going to see me again.”
He glances over at the phone screen and then goes back to what he was doing before.
I take a deep breath and type: “I don’t know when.
Why don’t you come over tomorrow or something?”
Sophia types back: “I have work tomorrow, Em.”
I type: “Then I guess you’ll never see me again.”
Sophia types back.
I put my phone down on the couch next to me to respond to her message because I don’t know how to respond.
I’m not sure if she’s joking or not because she says a lot of things that are jokes most of the time, but I’m not sure if this one of them or something that she actually wants to know about.
Sophia rolls her eyes at me.
Sophia rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath.
Sophia types back: “You’re going to have to talk to me about it eventually, Em.
He loves you more than anything in the world.
He would do anything for you if you would just talk to him.
Tell him how you feel.
Tell him what you want.
He’ll make it happen for you.
He’ll do whatever you want.
Just talk to him already.”
Sophia glares at me while I read her message.
I’m not sure if she’s joking or not, but I don’t know what else to do except read her message because I’m hoping that she is joking because I’m pretty sure that Alexander is never going to do anything for me if I talk to him about it or tell him how I feel or tell him what I want because he always does what he wants anyway, no matter what I say or do.
Sophia rolls her eyes and snatches my phone out of my hand.
Sophia says: “Em, give me your phone.”
Sophia starts typing something on my phone.
Sophia hands me my phone with a satisfied smile on her face.
She says: “Now he’ll leave you alone so that we can talk about it tomorrow when you come over after work.”
I take my phone out of her hand and look down at the message that she sent to Alexander from my phone without even asking me.
It says: “Don’t forget that I am the only reason that Emily is with you right now, Alex.
If you want her to be happy with you too, then you’re going to have to let her have some fun with me every once in a while too, okay?”
My heart sinks in my chest as I read Sophia’s message and let go of my phone so that it falls out of my hand onto the couch next to me.
Sophia takes a deep breath and leans back into the couch next to me.
She says: “You need some girl time with me.
You need some fun in your life that is not just staying at home with Alex all the time too.”
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