Her
We had the kind of passion that could go both ways. It could be tender and caring, or it could be volatile and dark. One minute we would be all lovey-dovey, holding hands, going out on dates, sharing a straw, taking selfies, and the next we would be arguing, calling each other names, or just giving each other the silent treatment.
It's been four years of this back and forth and I was done with it, I deserved something better, something more stable, something...that wasn't us.
Him
She was going to break-up with me, I just knew it. There was something about this time that seems different as if she wants a quick exit in order not to be deterred by my pleas. This time she has already packed up her things and removed them from our apartment.
I couldn't say I blame her, our last argument was a nasty one. I really shouldn't have brought up that thing with her mother. But who was she kidding when she thought she could wear that low-cut hoe of an outfit in front of my friends and me not say anything about it? It's not that I am a controlling sort of a guy, but, even a saint wouldn't put up with his girlfriend prancing around in practically nothing in a room full of lust-filled guys.
Her
He most likely already know what my plans are, since I packed up everything. This time I won't let him distract me with flowery words and pleas, this time, I will walk away from this no-good relationship, if it is the last thing I do. I should have listened to my mother when I had the chance, who cares if she's been married five times already, she still could give sound relationship advice!
He probably thinks I'm mad because he blew up at my outfit choice during his get together with his friends...that was the least of my worries. The reason I am leaving is because of a whole list of complied situations, that make that explosive blow-up seem like a tantrum.
Of course, I am not completely faultless in our relationship, and for that, I take ownership of the things I did to make things awful, but I am woman enough to say; enough is enough.
Him
This is not the first time she's tried to leave and it certainly won't be the last. We had something real, our relationship should be an example of perfection in the chick-mags that she'd like to read so much before crawling over to Instagram.
Yes, sometimes we have our rocky patches, but for the most part, everything else runs smoothly over here. The sex,...oh god, the sex is still amazing and I wouldn't be able to find a lover so open-minded as she.
Her
I walk up to him and hand him the keys.
Him
I ignore the keys she tries to hand me. "What are those for," I play dumb. She sits the keys lightly on the desk and crosses her arms over her chest.
"You know what they are for," she says with a bit of an attitude.
I try to remain calm but some snarkiness kicks in with my reply.
"I wouldn't ask if I knew, now would I?"
Her
I could tell that he is in panic mode and soon the pleading will start. He is good with his words so I steel myself with the list of reasons I memorized for not taking him back.
"I'm leaving you," I say.
Him
I knew this was coming but the kick of her words settled in.
She wants to leave again,
Instead of pleading this time, I push her against the exit door, causing her to uncross her arms and press her hands against my chest.
"You want to leave this," I said, closing in for a deep kiss.
Her
His tongue is in my mouth, taking full ownership. He caresses the inside of my mouth like a pro, pulling away slightly to nibble on my lips and going deeper into my hot, wet mouth with his tongue, desperately seeking the answers it wants. I tell myself to push him back but the reasons get a bit muddled in my brain. I kiss him back and like an addict, I tell myself;
One last time.
Him
She quickly yields to me and I knew I had the opening I needed. I pick her up, knocking over the last suitcase she'd packed and I headed to our bedroom. I expertly navigate our small apartment, while planting kisses all over her face and neck. I knew that I would have to outperform her in order to state my case of why we should still be together.
Her little moans are getting to me and my heart rate is through the roof.
In the bedroom, I was king, she entered my trap willing, so I must not mess up this opportunity.
Her
He unzips my jeans slowly and rolls them down my hips, taking them off and tossing them on the floor, along with my underwear. He sits me up from the bed, and takes off my shirt, and unsnaps my bra, throwing it on the floor as well. I am now naked and telling myself that it is okay, that I will be leaving after this.
For sure
I close my eyes as I feel his tongue circle in between and around my toes. He takes my big toe into his mouth and starts sucking it. My heart is pounding so loudly, I could hear it over the city traffic outside our window. He is looking me in the eye, as he sucks my toe with mastery. A few tears escape my eyes as I try to hold them back but they roll down the side of my face. His hot tongue moves over to my next toe and he sucks it deeply, causing me to let out a little squeal.
Him
She's making noises now, that is a good sign. She loves it when I suck her toes and I love having them in my mouth. She wore a size 9 ½ but her feet always had a pedicure and whatever routine she does, keeps them smelling fresh and nice, even after a hard's days work. She is crying now, one tear for each eye. I reach up to wipe her tears away while keeping her toes in my mouth.
I know she thinks she'll be leaving after this, but that was not my plan. After sucking her toes, I turn her around and pull out Shelia, the whip that we use. I first start with a massage, beginning at her shoulders, working my way to her back, digging in all her problem areas. She lets out a satisfied moan as I worked in my magic. I grab some Jojoba oil, warm it in my hand, and return to caressing her beautiful dewy skin. Her hips briefly leave the mattress as I turn my attention to her plump buttocks.
Her
He rubs my behind and it feels amazing. His hands were always the best and knew how to get me to relax, even in this fucked up situation we are in, I am enjoying his magic. I begin to close my eyes but was startled when his hand came crashing down, landing on the left cheek of my buttocks.
"Say you want it," he says, his voice filled with authority.
Smack
His hand comes crashing down my other cheek and I let out a little whimper.
"Don't make me ask again,"
"I want it," I admitted, burying my head in our flowery pillow.
The all too familiar sting of the whip comes crashing down my behind.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
I feel myself growing wet between the legs and I grind my middle into the mattress after each landing.
"Did I tell you to pleasure yourself," he asks me, caressing my behind again, causing me to let out a strangled moan.
"No," I manage to say.
