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my arms over my stomach. The entire time I thought things could work out because he'd spent over two years with a sub. But she wasn't a sub. She was a girlfriend . So when he'd talked about concerts and plays, he talked about things he had done with her. Things I so desperately wanted him to do with me.
Surely, I was the one dying. The air just didn't seem to make it into my lungs. Pain exploded in my chest and I stared blankly into space. He loved her. He pampered her and cared about her feelings. I was nothing but an easy way to get off.
"You know you have to be punished."
Was he kidding? My heart had just been ripped out. Wasn't that punishment enough? I nodded just the same.
"Lie on your stomach."
I turned. It didn't matter what he did to me. I couldn't hurt any more than I already did.
"I can't stand that you let someone else touch you."
The strap bit at my bottom and I gasped. He knew, he had to know that I was telling the truth. It came down again and I started sobbing, but not from the sting of the belt. He was punishing me for her lies, not mine. My body jumped with each strike, my wails becoming louder.
"We'll never speak of this again,” he said as he rubbed his hand over my smarting ass. “Now present yourself."
I couldn't believe I allowed him to use the strap. It didn't matter that it was only six or seven strikes. As I rose to my knees and stuck my reddened ass in the air, I couldn't believe I was now going to let him fuck me. He entered me before my mind could wrap itself around the concept. I paid for my sins, for hers, and for Michael's.
I could barely sit when we went downstairs to the dining room later on that evening to eat the turkey he had brought from the club. It had all the fixings, but my nonexistent appetite wouldn't allow much past my lips. He tried to make the rest of the night easy and light-hearted, but hard as I tried, I couldn't match him.
I'd won, but I'd lost. I had the man I loved back, but the only way I could enjoy being with him was if I could stop loving him.
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Chapter Seven
I'd decided to just let things slide. The relationship, or lack of it, wouldn't change no matter how much I scrutinized it. Desire snowballed rather than decreased. So I did what I had planned on doing from the beginning, just have fun. Once I let go of my boyfriend fantasy, I enjoyed Michael again.
Still, I occasionally wondered what he did with his time. Like my ex, he was an attorney. Yeah, I know, I should have learned the first time. But where my ex's success meant upper middle class, Michael's success was top shelf. I knew he had important clients. The size of his house attested to that. But could he spend all his time working?
I banished the thoughts before they took a firm hold and gave thanks for what I had. We made it through the contract, but in spite of my happiness, I still harbored the fear he wouldn't want to renew. On our last night of the contract, he didn't mention any plans for the following Friday.
The few days at the beginning of the week were torturous. What would the next contract look like? Would there even be one?
He called on Wednesday and asked if we could meet Saturday instead of the usual Friday. I dressed with even more care than usual. A long grey skirt and pink top hid a black lace push up bra with matching thong, a black leather garter belt, and black spike heeled boots which came up to the knee. I couldn't wait to get my clothes off and see his expression. The boots would send him over the edge, nothing like a high pair of dress boots and sexy underwear to harden his cock.
I took off my clothes in the alcove, and was in the process of folding them when Michael opened the inner door.
"Very nice, I love how you always dress to please me. But that'll have to be for later. Get dressed. You haven't eaten have you?"
I shrugged. “I guess I could eat. Where are we going?"
"Broadway Bistro."
He assisted me with my clothes but remained on
Surely, I was the one dying. The air just didn't seem to make it into my lungs. Pain exploded in my chest and I stared blankly into space. He loved her. He pampered her and cared about her feelings. I was nothing but an easy way to get off.
"You know you have to be punished."
Was he kidding? My heart had just been ripped out. Wasn't that punishment enough? I nodded just the same.
"Lie on your stomach."
I turned. It didn't matter what he did to me. I couldn't hurt any more than I already did.
"I can't stand that you let someone else touch you."
The strap bit at my bottom and I gasped. He knew, he had to know that I was telling the truth. It came down again and I started sobbing, but not from the sting of the belt. He was punishing me for her lies, not mine. My body jumped with each strike, my wails becoming louder.
"We'll never speak of this again,” he said as he rubbed his hand over my smarting ass. “Now present yourself."
I couldn't believe I allowed him to use the strap. It didn't matter that it was only six or seven strikes. As I rose to my knees and stuck my reddened ass in the air, I couldn't believe I was now going to let him fuck me. He entered me before my mind could wrap itself around the concept. I paid for my sins, for hers, and for Michael's.
I could barely sit when we went downstairs to the dining room later on that evening to eat the turkey he had brought from the club. It had all the fixings, but my nonexistent appetite wouldn't allow much past my lips. He tried to make the rest of the night easy and light-hearted, but hard as I tried, I couldn't match him.
I'd won, but I'd lost. I had the man I loved back, but the only way I could enjoy being with him was if I could stop loving him.
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Chapter Seven
I'd decided to just let things slide. The relationship, or lack of it, wouldn't change no matter how much I scrutinized it. Desire snowballed rather than decreased. So I did what I had planned on doing from the beginning, just have fun. Once I let go of my boyfriend fantasy, I enjoyed Michael again.
Still, I occasionally wondered what he did with his time. Like my ex, he was an attorney. Yeah, I know, I should have learned the first time. But where my ex's success meant upper middle class, Michael's success was top shelf. I knew he had important clients. The size of his house attested to that. But could he spend all his time working?
I banished the thoughts before they took a firm hold and gave thanks for what I had. We made it through the contract, but in spite of my happiness, I still harbored the fear he wouldn't want to renew. On our last night of the contract, he didn't mention any plans for the following Friday.
The few days at the beginning of the week were torturous. What would the next contract look like? Would there even be one?
He called on Wednesday and asked if we could meet Saturday instead of the usual Friday. I dressed with even more care than usual. A long grey skirt and pink top hid a black lace push up bra with matching thong, a black leather garter belt, and black spike heeled boots which came up to the knee. I couldn't wait to get my clothes off and see his expression. The boots would send him over the edge, nothing like a high pair of dress boots and sexy underwear to harden his cock.
I took off my clothes in the alcove, and was in the process of folding them when Michael opened the inner door.
"Very nice, I love how you always dress to please me. But that'll have to be for later. Get dressed. You haven't eaten have you?"
I shrugged. “I guess I could eat. Where are we going?"
"Broadway Bistro."
He assisted me with my clothes but remained on
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