This Is Not a Love Story

What if you fall in love with a dominant girl?

*** MID AUGUST ***

The third week of August, we would stay in Eindhoven. After that, I would work for three weeks at another customer plant near Nürnberg.

The week we got back in Eindhoven, Denise had to go to the office a few times. In the meantime, she wanted me to go to the gym and make amends with Jean and Chris. Jean wouldn't be a problem. I was good with him.

With Chris? Not so. I hadn't seen him since the disaster weekend last year in Marbella.

When I asked Denise if we could go together, she smirked, "Really, you need a girl to babysit? You're not man enough to handle it yourself?"

"Denise, you're his boss. Surely that would help."

But she was not having it, and I went alone. Jean was happy to see me again. News of our reconciliation travelled fast, and Jean was genuinely pleased we were back together.

Chris saw me, came to me, roaring, towered over me, and said, "O'Sheas, five o'clock."

'O'Sheas' is the local Irish pub near the market square. When I entered the pub, Chris was already waiting for me. He had ordered a soft drink for him and a Lager for me. Thank god, no 'Guinness.'

I sat down and sipped my beer, figuring it would be better to let him start and then respond. He looked at me and started grinning, "Did you want to take your girl with you so she could protect you? Boy, she scored a real man, didn't she?"

I didn't respond. I was more worried about Chris's reaction after all that had happened in Marbella.

He was serious now, "Sure. You pissed me off for not respecting Aron. But then you did the right thing by leaving and defusing the situation."

Did he mean it? Or was he instructed to say so? It was hard to tell. I didn't care. My next questions were more important to me and could impact my relationship with Denise.

"Did you fuck her?"

He expected the question, "Listen, I promised Denise I would tell you the truth. I did not fuck her. It would be a stupid thing to do. She's my boss."

He grinned, "If I had fucked her, she wouldn't have returned to you for more fucking."

I would never know if he did fuck her at that first Carnival.

"Chris, then tell me, how did you know about the landing strip and her mole?"

"Shower gossip."

"Shower gossip?"

"Yeah, remember the time before you hooked up with her? It took you ages, and she was already head over heels.

Previously, the girls teased her for having a bush, saying no man would be interested in a rainforest trip.

Suddenly, a few weeks after you turned up, she had that landing strip and a mole on display.

Again, the girls teased her tremendously. You know, she is the boss, acting like a teenager. I think that's when she started showering at your place."

I did remember her showering at my place.

He stood up, "We're good?"

And then he surprised me by giving me a bear hug.

***

Karin wanted a session with us. To evaluate and convince herself we didn't mess up. According to Karin, Denise and I needed to trust each other, and Karin clearly didn't trust us as a couple yet.

"Sorry, you two made a mess the first time, and it isn't gonna happen again, not under my watch."

With a small smile, "I want you to experiment more, figure out what makes you tick. Help each other to become yourself. Be honest. Don't let society's norms rule you.

Do it out of love. Out of love for the other, out of love for yourself. You owe it to each other and yourself. Now off you go and start playing."

***

The last day and night before I had to leave for Germany, we were both sad. The trip from Eindhoven to Nürnberg took too long to drive every weekend. I had to stay in Nürnberg for three weeks.

Even with video calls, we still would miss each other terribly. We didn't have sex but only held hands, cuddled, talked, and hugged.

*** MID-SEPTEMBER ***

Back from Nürnberg, I could work partly from home and partly from headquarters. Denise had officially quit university. The real-estate business was growing, becoming a serious property developer, and needed her.

After the last session with Karin, we decided to add cum play to our sex life. I suppose Denise has always been curious about the 'sticky messy stuff' coming out of 'that ugly little thingy' and I thought we could have some fun with it.

Once, she stepped out of the shower and climbed reverse on top of me for a sixty-nine. Normally, she takes her time, and we try to finish together. This time she surprised me and made sure I finished before she did, then turned around quickly to kiss me passionately, pushing all my cum in my mouth.

She snowballed me!

Then she lay on her back, legs wide, "Put it in, push the cum with your tongue in my pussy. Now. Do it now!"

Due to the initial snowballing shock, I had already swallowed most of the cum but did my best to push the rest back into her pussy.

She grabbed my head and started to ride on my face, "Clean it up! Clean up your filthy mess."

I licked her pussy, and she was gushing. Her hands grabbed my head harder, and she hissed, "Yes, lick it clean. Slurp it up," riding my face hard. She started to orgasm.

When she regained her breath, she turned on her side, looking at me, "You liked that, didn't you? Cleaning up my pussy."

She started to kiss me softly, "Don't you worry, from now on, you're my Personal Pussy Cleaner."

She tenderly kissed me more and laid her head on my chest.

Previously, I was always her 'Honey.' From then on, when it was just the two of us, she also started to call me 'PPC' or 'PC.'

***

One time, during an online Teams meeting, she brought me coffee, "Hi PC, your coffee," and gave me a bright smile.

The bitch, she knew I was in a Teams meeting with colleagues, including Mike and Kurt.

Mike immediately started to text privately, "PC?"

"Mike, let it go."

"What are you two up to now?"

"Mike, let go, or I will tell Katja too, and you won't like it!"

"That kinky?"

Asshole.

***

Her birthday was coming up, and I felt guilty. Two years ago, I didn't know her birthday date, last year we had our problems, this year I wanted to do something special.

Buying an expensive present was out of order, I didn't have the money, and Denise didn't care for expensive gifts.

I was glad I could arrange a balloon ride. It was risky due to weather dependency. Denise's birthday was on Tuesday, on the Saturday morning before Tuesday I got the message that we would go on Saturday late afternoon.

At a jewelry store, I bought a pendant with a heart and key, a standard symbol of a key to my heart. It was not an expensive pendant. The symbolic value was more important. The key had a double meaning with the chastity device challenge.

The previous week, I had stolen her necklace to use it with the pendant. It was the necklace she had been wearing in Spain, with the key to the chastity device.

One evening, I even spent over an hour helping her to look for the necklace. Of course, we didn't find it. I had hidden it away well.

The balloon ride would start near the lake on the north side of the university. When I told Denise to get her bicycle because I had a surprise, Denise got cranky, "'Cause she doesn't like surprises. What do I wear? I need to do my makeup."

"Relax, you don't need to change or apply more makeup."

When we arrived at the balloon ride departure, she got excited, "Really, we're going?"

The balloon ride was fantastic! We flew over several villages across southeast Eindhoven.

During the flight, she thanked me for this birthday gift. I gave her the package with the necklace. Surprised she opened it up.

"My necklace!"

She looked at it, saw the key to my heart symbol, and got emotional.

I whispered, "Denise, this is the key to my heart. Please be careful with it. It's yours. Happy Birthday!"

Later that night, we took a bottle of champagne to our bed. I drank champagne out of her belly and pussy, we kissed with champagne, and she gave me a blow job while holding champagne in her mouth, all to celebrate our love.

*** EARLY OCTOBER ***

One morning, I was getting a cup of coffee. Denise walked into the kitchen, saw my morning boner, and took off her running shirt and sports bra.

She kneeled, only wearing sneakers and running shorts, and gave me a blow job, "Let me know when you're almost there," and looked me in the eyes.

When I gave her the signal, she aimed for her breasts just in time. She smeared strains and droplets of cum over her breasts, put her sports bra and running shirt back on, and put her earbuds in.

She winked and went for a run.

***

Another time I fucked her hard missionary. She kept talking dirty, cheering, and encouraging me, "Give it to me, harder, yeah, fuck me, fuck my pussy, yes, put your cum in my pussy, harder, my pussy craves it, do it!"

When I came inside her, she grinned, looked down, then looked me in the eyes and said, "Get to work. You're my personal pussy cleaner, and I want you to clean it up. Now!"

She pushed my head to her pussy, "Go on honey, I want it to be spotless, as it was."

She moved my head to all the spots she wanted me to clean, telling me with each movement, "Honey, you forgot a drop," or, "Honey, put your tongue back in my pussy, I can still feel your sticky mess. It needs to be clean inside and outside."

She kept instructing me long after it was cleaned up, "Thank you, honey, now I can use it properly."

She glanced at me, then reached down and took a dildo and a vibrator out of her nightstand. She put the dildo in her pussy and started using the vibe near her clit, "Yes, I needed this. Feels so good. Getting off with a clean pussy. So much better than getting off on your sticky dirty thingy."

She kept using the dildo and vibe, and she kept talking, "Nice clean pussy. I'll use it, and you'll clean it. Not your ugly thingy and sticky mess, only nice and clean toys for my pussy."

After a few minutes, she orgasmed with the dildo deeply stuffed inside her. Slowly, she took it out and looked me in the eyes, "Honey, my toys need to be cleaned too."

Grinning, she gave me her toys, "Put your mouth to work, clean them up."

She took my hand, holding the dildo, and moved it to my face, "Open wide, in your mouth, clean it up.'

She started to fuck my face with the dildo, "That's right, nice and clean. Keep going. Good boy. All the way in."

She let my hand go, gave me another grin, and went showering.

***

One evening, Denise had to attend a business meeting. I was relaxing with a game of football when the doorbell rang. It was Jean, "Come with me."

I trusted Jean more than Aron's other people, so I went with him. We stopped at a bar. In the back, both Aron and Chris were already waiting. I got a nasty feeling.

"Sit down," Aron commanded. I hate it when people are giving me orders. Still standing, I turned and asked a passing waitress for a beer. Then I turned again and asked Jean, "Didn't know the stay-at-home dad is allowed to go outside?"

And then to Aron, "Lost the ankle jewelry?"

Aron responded, "Keep your fucking mouth shut and sit down."

I got my beer, didn't sit down, and waited.

Aron continued, "I don't like it, you living with Denise and not contributing to our family. In my opinion, you're a freeloader. Do you even pay rent to Denise? Did you pay your half for those holidays?"

It was all bullshit. I lived only partially with Denise. At her place, I do the groceries, cooking, and stuff. The holiday apartment was expensive, and I had made it clear to Denise that I couldn't afford it. Denise decided to rent it by herself. I had paid for most expenses and groceries.

"You mean the holiday where you were waving your gun?"

He came near me, hissing, "You have two options. You either start contributing by working for our family or back off and leave Denise. Your choice."

I needed to think fast. Both options are a No Go. Run away? It was what he was hoping for. Agree to start working with him? Not a chance in hell. Losing Denise over this? Over my dead body. Violence? Against these people?

I needed to fight him on the playing field where I had a chance.

"Fuck you Aron, Denise and I are both consenting adults. You have no say in what we do. You don't scare me. You can wave your gun all you want. I won't let me chased away."

I took a sip of my beer to gauge his reaction. His face was angry, and he wanted to respond. Both Chris and Jean were keeping their breath.

Before Aron could respond, I played my ultimate bluff, using the ultimate weapon, Sandra, "Aron, if you bother me once more again, then you've got to explain to Sandra why at family dinners at least one person is missing. When you are at home, I won't attend, and why I won't visit your house.

Christmas dinners without the complete family. Because either you or me won't be there. You explain that to her.

Why the grandkids aren't allowed to go to your house? If you're at home and not some guest of the Dutch Government.

The big mansion, with the Christmas tree, or other family celebrations? It won't be what Sandra envisioned. Due to your stupid behavior, threatening me. So, piss off and leave me alone."

I walked to the front, told the waitress the people in the back would pay for my beer, and took a taxi home.

I was drinking another beer when Denise came home and asked, "Hi honey, did you have a good evening?"

"Yeah, I went for a beer with some buddies."

"That's nice. You should go out more often. Sometimes, I worry you work too hard."

It was obvious, Denise didn't know about the meeting with Aron.

*** LATE OCTOBER ***

I needed to work at the customer plant near Nürnberg.

At the plant, I got injured when I wanted to pick up a notepad from the ground. A muscle in my back was cramped. I couldn't walk, sit, or anything else. Two coworkers brought me back to my hotel room. Medical assistance gave me painkillers and muscle relaxants.

I couldn't move, couldn't get up, couldn't go to the toilet, I even couldn't sit in the bed to eat. Luckily, the painkillers knocked me out. It happened in the morning, and in the afternoon, I was groggy due to the medication and pain. In the early evening, two other coworkers and medical assistance came to check on me and got me water and food.

Because I had a medical problem, my listed working contacts automatically got notified. In my case, it meant Kurt and Mike got an email, and they called Denise.

Late in the evening, my hotel door opened, and Sandra entered. I was relieved to get help.

"Hi Mark, I came as fast as I could. Denise has meetings and will replace me when possible. How are you doing?"

She took control and made sure I got my medication and more water. She tried to get me out of my bed to the toilet, but it was impossible. The hotel arranged a second bed for Sandra, and she stayed the night in my room. I heard her outside talking with someone, probably Jonas or Red. When I dozed off, I heard her calling Denise.

The following morning, Sandra arranged breakfast and coffee. Medical assistance came to check on me, and they were relieved I got help. Then, the moment came that I needed to go to the toilet. It was painful and nasty, but with Sandra's help, I could get onto the toilet seat. Right then, my phone rang. I couldn't get it, so Sandra picked it up. It was Denise.

"Hi Denise, Mark is on the toilet, so I picked up. It's still bad. He can't barely move. Yes, he can't go by himself. I had to help him."

A thunderous laugh followed, "Yes, I did get a peek. It is indeed small. Yes, I should know. I've sampled plenty. You're sure you want to settle for this one?"

Followed by another laugh, "I'll give him your love."

She returned, smiling, "You can handle these jokes, right?"

I nodded. It must be great to have such a good relationship with your daughter.

When I was back in bed and had my medication, she left. In the afternoon, she returned, loaded with shopping bags.

She sat beside me on the bed with a serious face, "Mark, Aron told me what happened a few weeks ago in the bar and your threat to him. You have to promise me now that you will never keep my grandkids away from me. I won't accept it."

"Sandra, he needs to back off. Keep me out."

"Mark, Aron is cautious. Look at it from his viewpoint. You turned up, got his daughter, ran away, and at that very moment, they got arrested. What's he supposed to think?"

I wanted to respond, but she made a gesture to stop me, "We know better, but you can understand his thinking."

It was the third time she made this gesture. The first time was when I found out Denise is Aron's daughter, the second time during the afternoon at the bar in Spain, and now again. Like she is trained. Like a trained therapist. Slowly, the fog started to escape my head.

"Sandra, in university, what was your major again? And how do you know Karin? Did you attend the same college?"

Her face turned grey. Fuck, it was so obvious, and I was so stupid. Do you tell your secrets to someone threatening you, like Aron, or someone you trust, like Sandra? They were role-playing, good cop, bad cop. Now I understood why Aron was surprised in the bar. I had hit him with his weapon. Sandra wasn't my weapon, but his.

Sandra was staring at a wall, "Sandra, does Denise know?"

No reaction. Sandra kept staring.

"Sandra, how much has Karin shared with you?"

She slowly turned around, "Nothing, Mark, absolutely nothing. Karin only wanted to do this on her terms."

Her eyes got moist, "No, Denise doesn't know. But Mark, believe me, I did involve Karin to help you both."

"Sandra, why all the bullshit? The freeloader claim from Aron? You, wanting to see me his point of view?"

She whispered, "You're family. We want you to be part of us. We help you, like now, and you help us. You threatening Aron denying to see his grandkids was not what we've anticipated."

She got a determined look, "You don't get to keep my grandkids away from me."

Suddenly, I got tired, "Sandra, can I have my pills now?"

She gave me the pills, and I dozed off again.

I woke up in the evening. Sandra sat beside me, gently stroking my face, "Hi, sleepyhead, you're hungry? Want something to drink?"

"Yes, some water and sandwiches would be great."

She went and called room service.

"Denise called, and she's coming over tomorrow afternoon. I'll stay here tonight and drive back tomorrow morning after breakfast. You'll be a few hours on your own. Are you good with this?"

"Yes, Sandra, thank you for coming over and helping me out."

I looked at her, and she was genuinely concerned for my welfare.

"I would never stand in the way between you and possible grandkids. It's just that I needed something for Aron to back off."

"I know, Mark. It's okay."

After water, sandwiches, and more pills, we watched TV. After that, we went to sleep.

***

The following morning, we repeated the painful and nasty toilet visit. When I was sitting on the toilet, I heard Sandra making a phone call.

"Hi Denise, I put him on the toilet again, and it will take him ages, so I thought I could call you."

Then, laughing, "It's not like he's going anywhere. Sorry? You want what? Check if it is still alive? Moment."

She came back into the bathroom, holding the phone.

"O dear, Denise, how do you check it's not dead? Are you sure? Wait, I'll put you on speaker."

I could hear Denise in her car, "Hi honey, I'm in the car, on my way. Mom, could you give it a pull? I need to know if it's not dead yet."

Sandra came to me, and I tried to defend, "Sandra, no."

"Denise, he won't let me. Can you ask him if I can play a little with it? To make sure it's alive?"

"Sandra, no."

We were still on speakerphone.

"Honey, could you let Mom give it a pull or two? I promise she won't break it."