This Is Not a Love Story

THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY - CH 2.

What happens if you fall in love with a dominant girl?

*** JANUARY ***

Her parents lived in a mansion outside the city in a small forest. On the right side of the driveway was a carport with the Mercedes of Denise. Besides hers, there were a few full-blown new Mercedes SUVs. It was like they ordered them yearly.

Denise opened the door with a bright smile and a hug.

"Hi honey, glad you're here. We'll eat in an hour. Come with me. I'll introduce you to my mom first."

Their house was decorated according to the latest fashion, with herringbone flooring, black framing, marble tops, crystal chandeliers, and shutters all around the house.

Her mother, Sandra, was a petite woman, smaller than Denise. She seemed very sympathetic.

"Hi Mark, nice to finally get to know you."

We made some small talk in the kitchen while they continued cooking.

"Mark, my dad is in his office. When you walk through the door, you can meet him. Then we'll fix dinner in the meantime."

I thought, "Ok, this probably is the talk every father wants to have with his daughter's new boyfriend."

I was ready to give it my best.

He was standing in front of a window with his back to me. Also tall like Denise, with grey hair. When he turned slowly, I got instantly nauseous.

Businessman, my ass, it was Aron! He was not just a businessman with an import/export company. He was the biggest producer and dealer of Ecstasy! According to rumors, he was not just a drug millionaire, but the very first local drug billionaire.

The local press kept track of him, and the police tried to bust him for years, but he was too smart, big, and untouchable.

"Hi Mark, welcome to our family."

Sweat started pouring, "Sir?"

"Denise told me a lot about you, and I'm impressed. She thinks very highly of you."

"Sir?"

I started to feel sick.

"Here, I want you to have this encrypted mobile phone with my direct number on speed dial. Call me when you ever encounter a problem or need help."

"Sir?"

He looked at me in an open, friendly manner.

"Sir, I'm afraid this is all a misunderstanding, but I need to go to the toilet."

I hurried back to the central entrance, where I had seen a toilet. Immediately, I started to throw up.

Outside, I heard Denise, worried, "Mark, honey, are you okay?"

I was not feeling right at all. I was sick and needed to get out.

"Denise, sorry, but I do not feel well. I need to go home and lie down. Say my regards to your parents and give them my apologies."

She paled and started to cry.

Due to the growth of the ports of Rotterdam, Antwerp, and Hamburg, hashish became available in The Netherlands around the sixties, quickly followed by new drugs like speed and heroin. For these new developments, the Dutch government invented a law in the seventies, in which you can use soft drugs but aren't allowed to have them. It explains the popularity of Amsterdam. This law absolutely failed, leading to drug wars between soft drug suppliers.

In the eighties, cocaine became more popular, and later MDMA, also called XTC or Ecstasy. Ecstasy is a chemical drug and is popular at dance festivals as a love drug. Aron is probably the world's largest supplier of Ecstasy. These suppliers are less violent by nature.

Recent social-cultural studies showed people starting to treat cocaine like alcohol, increasing overall cocaine usage. That generated another series of very violent drug related issues.

Some drug lords are known. To them, it is more like catch me if you can between them and the government.

Later in the evening, I got a text from Denise, "Are you ok?"

"I'm still in shock."

"Did you just figure it out tonight?"

"Yes, you should have told me!"

"I thought a smart guy like you would do some background check."

"I trusted you."

"You can trust me, honey. I would never hurt you."

***

In the following days, I ignored her. She sensed that the next step would be hers, and one evening, she entered my apartment.

I was mentally still in stages of shock and anger, and I took it out on her, "You're here to get me back, to fold me in the family business? Did you and Aron already discussed my role? What will it be, dealing to my student friends or dumping chemical waste?"

"This is so untrue and unfair. I never would ask you to!"

"If that is true, why did he already offer me an encrypted phone with his phone number? Do you think I'm that dumb?"

"I didn't know he was going to. We never have discussed you working for us!"

"I don't believe shit, you better go now."

She left angry and crying.

***

A few days later, I got an unexpected visitor, Sandra. I didn't want to be rude and offered her a cup of coffee, which she gladly accepted, and she started to talk. Probably the talk I should have gotten a few days ago.

"Denise made a judgment error, and she is aware of it. She should have told you about Aron. She knows and is sorry."

She hesitated for a moment.

"Listen, she is deeply in love with you, acting like a love-struck teenager. She is my daughter, and I want to see her happy, and you make her happy."

I took a minute to formulate my thoughts, "Sandra, you're right, she should have told me. I should have had a choice. Now I feel I'm trapped. I'm angry and afraid. What if daddy disagrees with me? Will I face repercussions? What if I make an error in ten years with some drunken cheating? Will I survive or end this relationship in a body bag?"

She made a gesture to stop me talking. I must say, she kept her coolness. Their success was obviously not based on red-hot reactions.

"Don't believe everything you read in the press. We're not monsters. We wouldn't be what we are now if we just hurt or kill people. What we provide is called a love drug, for Christ's sake. You've got my word that no one will ever touch you, even if you're dumb enough to fuck other women."

"What about your competition? Wouldn't they want to get me to get to you?"

"If they want to hurt us, they will likely pick Denise over you. She is important to our organization. You're a nobody to them."

A light bulb went on in my head, "And what about Vince, some business-related accident?"

It made her emotional.

"Vince already worked with Aron before he got involved with Denise. He wanted to make a deal himself to impress Aron. We didn't know about it, and it went wrong. It devastated Denise. She swore she would never again start something with anyone in our business.

Listen Mark, you make her happy. Please give it a chance. Don't worry about Aron, I'll deal with him. I only want her happy."

"I don't know. I don't want anything to do with your business, don't want to know, and don't want to be bothered with stuff like encrypted mobile phones."

Sandra then did something unexpected. She walked to me, looked me in the eyes, and hugged me, "Give her a chance."

With that, she left.

Later that afternoon, I texted Denise, "Sorry I took it out on you. I was angry. Angry for a reason."

In the evening, Denise came by with sushi.

While she picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it in my mouth, she asked, "Still mad at me?"

"Denise, we're adults. Let's start behaving like adults. If we trust each other, then we must be open and honest. We need to communicate. And not assume things. So yes, I'm still a bit angry at you, but I'm sure you'll find a way to improve my mood."

She gave me a bright smile.

*** FEBRUARY ***

Valentine's Day is something we can do without. Many people in The Netherlands consider it a forced commercial day, imported from the US. However, one week later, we have Carnival! 5 Days of partying, parades, dressed up people in the weirdest outfits you can think of, and too much alcohol. During Carnival, schools and universities are closed, and many companies too.

Denise loves Carnival. She spent weeks ordering and arranging outfits and had a different themed set of clothing for all five days. She bought us tickets for the balls, they were held in the hotel next to the apartment building.

But Carnival is being held in February, which is also flu season, and I got the flu. We decided Denise would go partying, and I would get better. I need to trust her, and she needs to be loyal. To prevent that she got the flu from me, we didn't meet prior.

Friday is women's night, and Saturday is the Carnival parade. On Sunday, I started to feel better and figured if I stayed away from the alcohol, I could go for a few hours. Late afternoon, I went to the venue. If you're sober and enter an overcrowded drunken mass, it's hard to get the vibe. It took me some time before I found Denise.

She stood in the corner, making out with some guy. Kelly was with her, saw me, and smirked. I turned around, went straight back to my apartment, locked the door, went to bed, and stayed in until Tuesday. I didn't respond to any calls or messages.

On Wednesday, I went grocery shopping and started to do my daily things. I still ghosted Denise. On Friday afternoon, I felt physically better and went to the gym. When I entered the gym, Jean came up to me.

"How you're feeling? I heard you had the flu?"

"Much better, thx".

I didn't want to talk to him. I was not sure if he knew about Denise and me not communicating.

"I think you've been doing too many weights lately and are losing agility. I would like you to start with boxing training. But be warned, the first session will be way out of your comfort zone. I want you to feel what could happen if you get untrained in a real fight. If you're up for it, sign this waiver, go home, and make sure you rest. Don't worry, you'll be safe. I will see you tomorrow morning at 11:00."

I have to admit, I'm a bit naive and overconfident. Being fit, strong-bodied, and young, I thought I could do this. And to release some of my anger regarding Denise. The following morning, I was ready. After warming up, I got instructions (not below the waist!) and had to put protection and gloves on.

"Come on, give it to me."

Jean was taunting me, and I took the bait and missed. Jean hadn't placed an attack yet.

"Go on, go for it."

Again, I took the bait and missed. But now I got punched at my head. He kept going at me and kept shouting at me.

"You fucking pussy, get up. Keep your hands up. Protect yourself."

I was defenseless. When I tried to protect my head, he hit my body. When I tried to counter-attack, I got a blow to my head. It was hopeless.

"Is this all you got? Come on, keep going. Wimp."

The fight didn't take much time, but I was broken, done, sick, exhausted, you name it. Barely able to sit down. I didn't understand. I was crying. Why did Jean do this to me? I couldn't comprehend what happened.

Then, a pair of shoes entered my vision. Female shoes. Purple sports sneakers. Sneakers belonging to Denise.

"Thank you, Jean. Can you help me to get him back to his apartment upstairs?"

Both Jean and Denise helped me up. When we entered the open space, some people had a funny look. They managed to get me to my apartment. Denise, having a key, opened the door.

"To the shower."

In the shower, they undressed me. I had no energy left to object. I sat on the ground, and they turned the shower on.

"Thanks Jean, I'll take it over from here."

She undressed and joined me in the shower.

"Oh, poor baby. According to Jean, you had a lot of anger in you. Did you get it out of your system?"

She continued, washing my hair with the shampoo she brought.

"Was it because I was kissing a boy?"

I was too exhausted to respond.

She put the shampoo away and took some very female-smelling shower foam.

She started to sponge my body from head to toe with a sponge and the shower foam, "Do you have bruises?"

Hell, I was one big bruise. Denise was now washing my dick and balls, or was left of it, think shrimp size.

She cooed, "So I was kissing some boy. It was Carnival, I had one of our better pills, and you got the flu. I thought kissing during Carnival was granted. Were you afraid someone took your favorite toys away?"

Now she was cleaning my anus using the shower foam and sponge. We had never talked about anal sex before. But I made a mental note to myself.

One soaked finger even went briefly inside my ass, "You know, I've always loved your ass."

She turned the shower off, used towels to dry us, and helped me to bed. She applied body lotion all over my body, softly rubbing it on my skin. Both still naked, she was sitting against the bed headboard. She was slowly massaging my head, which was resting on her lap.

Then she turned last month's words against me, "Honey, we're adults. Let's start behaving like adults. We must be open and honest, and we need to communicate. Talk instead of making assumptions."

Bitch!

I drifted off into a sleep.

*** MARCH ***

The next time Jean saw me, he gave me a smile and a bear hug, "It was for your own good, and you did great."

"But why Jean?"

"I wanted you to experience this in a safe setting. We use this in our commando training. It gives us some clue as to how long a person can still think and function before he shuts down. It is about anxiety levels and adrenaline."

He continued, "You did well, but don't sign up for the commandos. And now you also know what will happen to you in a fight against a trained professional."

During the following weeks, I had to take some light-hearted jokes from the regular customers about how I tried to take it on against Jean.

***

Denise and I were not fully there yet. I had trust issues, and Denise felt guilty. I was snappish, Denise demure.

She tried to apologize multiple times, but in my mind, she cheated. Why would she have kissed just one boy? Why stop there? Why not have sex? Or have multiple sex partners during Carnival? My trust had taken a hit.

Denise decided to fix this Denise style.

On Monday night, she came by wearing a hot nurse outfit. She took a notepad with a drawing glued on it, a pencil, and measuring tape out of her overnight bag. It was a drawing of Leonardo da Vinci's 'The Vitruvian Man'.

"Strip!" she ordered.

I decided to play along and stripped. Denise spent the next half hour measuring my whole body. Chest width, arm length, biceps thickness, length of fingers, width of fingers, distance between my eyes, foot width, you name it, and she measured it all and wrote all results down on the notepad with numbered references on the image.

While measuring, she rubbed against me, touched me, and kept in close contact. When she had almost finished, she measured my cock, length, and girth. Due to all the touching, it was rock hard.

With a giggle, "We both know this is not your real penis size, let's fix this. We want factual data."

Out of her overnight bag came an insulated water bottle. To my dismay, she took ice cubes out of the bottle and applied them to my cock. For the next twenty minutes, she tried to get my cock flaccid with the ice cubes. I was trying to prevent her from using the ice cubes. Ice cubes on your cock are no fun. Due to all the touching, it wouldn't get completely flaccid.

After a while, she gave up, wrote down the numbers, closed the notepad, put the items back in the overnight bag, kissed me, said, "Bye honey, need to go." and left.

It was a decoy! A few days later, I got a text stating I should be ready at 18:30 and dressed nicely.

She came in wearing a beautiful green dress and some small heels. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and she looked classic, beautiful, and stylish. It was a short walk from my apartment to Antonio's, a well-known Italian restaurant.

We had a fun dinner, and before dessert, took my hands, "I know you don't trust me fully, and I hate it."

She took two small boxes from her purse and gave one to me with tears in her eyes, "Please open the box."

The box contained a beautiful ring.

"I know it's too early to talk about engagement or marriage, but to me, you're the One. Would you take this ring as a token that we're soulmates and belong to each other?"

She started to cry softly now, and the restaurant became quiet. She opened the other box, which contained almost the same ring. It had a small diamond on it. I took the one with the diamond out of the box, she gave me her hand, and I put the ring on her finger. Then I offered her my hand. She put the first ring on my finger. Some people in the restaurant started to applaud. The maître came with a bottle of champagne.

"You know, I needed your ring size but didn't want to give it away, so last Monday, I came up with this plan to get those measurements."

Later that night in bed, she turned me on my side, laid down against my back, took my cock and balls in her hand, and mumbled, "Mine, all mine."

That's how we fell asleep.

***

To be continued.