This Is Not a Love Story

Ch. 14

What if you fall in love with a dominant girl?

*** END OF AUGUST ***

On the airplane, on the way back, Denise whispered, with flushed cheeks, "Honey, tomorrow, when we're back home, can we play some more? I had something prepared before you double-crossed my plan with your rock-paper-scissors request."

I remembered. It was when I ravaged Denise with Leroy, the big dildo.

"Is it just the two of us?"

"Yes, I need you for myself."

"Okay."

Still, with flushed cheeks, "Thank you, I can't wait."

"Denise? Didn't you forget to say something?"

"Like what, honey?"

"Like I won't regret it?"

"That's right, honey."

"What, you mean I won't regret it?"

"No, that I haven't said it."

Silence.

"Honey?"

"Yeah?"

"I might hurt you a bit, but nothing you can't take."

"Sorry?"

"Don't worry, honey."

Silence.

"Honey?"

"What?"

"I want your consent."

"Huh?"

"I said I want your consent."

"We have our safe words, 'green-yellow-red,' that should work?"

"No, I don't want to use them tomorrow. I want your consent now."

"Why?"

"You might not like it."

"Then why should I give you my consent?"

"Because I love you, honey, and I can only do this with you."

Silence. I needed time to process what she had said.

"Let me get this straight. You want to play tomorrow, and during the play, you'll hurt me, which I won't like, and therefore, you want my consent now because you love me?"

Not only Denise's cheeks were flushed, but I could also sense her arousal. We were in a charter plane, flying from Málaga to Eindhoven. Each row had six chairs, and I was sitting next to the aisle at chair four while Denise was next to me at chair five. Next to Denise at the window sat a girl. She was probably about twenty years old, trying not to listen to our conversation.

The girl sensed Denise's arousal.

"Yes, you can take this. It would rock my world. You would do this out of love for me, and I can only do this with you."

The girl next to Denise was now glancing at us.

"Will you hurt me badly?"

"Of course not, only a bit physical, but I would never seriously hurt you. You're safe with me."

I noticed the girl next to Denise started to follow our conversation with full attention.

"Denise, you want to play with me and hurt me physically because you love me?"

"Yes, this is a little fantasy of mine, and you might not like it, but you can take it."

The odor was spreading now, and she didn't seem to care.

The girl next to Denise was now shifting uncomfortably in her chair.

"Denise, would you say yes if this the other way around?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Silence.

"Honey?"

"Yes?"

"Full consent?"

"Am I safe with you?"

"You know you are."

"Then yes, I trust you."

"Thank you."

Silence.

She was smirking, and I was getting worried. What could I expect this time? At least it would be only the two of us.

The girl next to Denise started to whisper to Denise, and for the rest of the flight, they were in a conversation.

When we arrived at Eindhoven Airport, Denise and the girl hugged.

"Her name is Nikki, and she asked me to have a drink sometime next week."

***

It was Sunday morning, playtime, and Denise had sent me to the bathroom, "Go prepare yourself and take your time, and I'll call you when I'm ready."

When I entered our bedroom, she stood there waiting for me, wearing a hot cowboy outfit with a hat and boots. Rodeo videos were playing on the television. Country music was on the speaker. A skippy ball was on the bed, covered with a cowhide. She walked up to me and gave me a smothering kiss.

She made me lay face down, with my belly on the skippy ball, arms in the front and tied me to the skippy ball and the bed. I had nowhere to go. She pulled the ropes and even tried to pull me over, but the ropes held the skippy ball and me in our place.

She bent to my ear, "Remember, you gave me your consent, and I won't stop. But you can take this. You might not like me for a while, but I love you."

Denise proceeded with red lipstick, which she showed me, and then moved backward where I could feel she was drawing something on my ass. I heard a 'click,' and she showed me her phone with a picture of my ass. She had drawn red circles around my anus!

She grinned at me, "Bullseye. Now I want you to 'Moo' for me."

"Sorry, what?"

"Moo," and twisted my nipple to make her intentions clear.

"Moo."

"Harder and louder," and twisted my nipple more.

"MOOO!"

"That's better," and fiddled with her phone. The speaker was now playing my 'Moo' in a random loop.

"Time to milk the cow," and put me a condom on. Then she pushed a small anal vibe in my ass and put it on high speed. She played with my cock until I came in the condom in a very short time. It was not a pleasant orgasm.

Denise took the cum filled condom carefully and showed it to me, "Look, the cow got milked."

Then she took the vibe out of my ass and applied my cum to my asshole. The speaker was still playing my 'Moo.'

She whispered, "Goody, time to ride the bull."

She turned the music to rodeo music. From the corner of my eyes, I saw her wearing a small strap-on. She applied more lube to my ass and entered me slowly until it was in.

She grabbed a belt and wrapped it around my neck. She started to ride me, pulling me with the belt, hitting my ass with a small whip and cheering, "Hi yaa."

Due to the skippy ball, she bounced me on the strapon. Cheering, choking me with the belt, hitting me with the whip, rodeo music and videos playing. Denise was totally into it.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally stopped. I felt relieved, but Denise kept me tied. I noticed her rummaging behind me, applying more lube. Now, I got scared.

"Do you remember the time you've ravaged me with Leroy? Payback time, honey. If you want, you can scream. The harder, the better. Screaming floods my pussy."

She was wearing the big strap-on! She got behind me and pushed the strapon hard into me. It hurts like hell, and I screamed, and I tried to fight her off me without result. Tears were welling up in my eyes. She pulled the belt and hit me harder with the whip. We were both bouncing on the skippy ball, and she was riding me hard.

"Hi yaa," and hit me more.

Slowly, the burning sensation in my ass decreased, although Denise kept riding me for what felt like ages.

"Hi yaa."

Finally, she took a vibe and used it on herself, and I felt her legs trembling, and then she got hit by an earth-shattering orgasm and fell on me.

I was hurt and humiliated. My eyes filled with tears.

I was not the only one crying. Denise was sobbing on top of me. Slowly, she climbed off me and untied me. My muscles were sore, so I let myself fall onto the bed.

Denise removed all the attributes like the ropes and skippy ball and then laid down on the bed next to me. She was still softly crying.

"Honey, I know I hurt you. I wanted to. I needed. I have this urge. But know, I can only do this with you. Be myself. Because you love me, and I know you can only take this from me."

Strangely, I understood her when she said she could only do this with me. It was something I could only take from her. I wouldn't have accepted it from anyone else.

Was I more submissive to Denise than to other people? Could Denise, at times, express an even more dominant personality to me than she normally could? Does she suppress her personality due to social standards? Was I the one she could be her real self with?

If the answers to these questions are affirmative, hurting me might be her ultimate act of love.

She took my face in her hands and kissed me softly on my forehead, eyes, and my lips. She had tears in her eyes.

The rest of the afternoon Denise spent spoiling me. I got a massage, front and back, and she applied multiple times lotion to my anus, brought me a cocktail, drinks, and small bites, and kept kissing me.

One moment, she lay down next to me and gave me a handjob while she was kissing me, "Let yourself go, honey, I am here for you."

*** SEPTEMBER ***

On the first days, I would work from home, and later that week, I would go to headquarters. On Monday evening, Sandra and Aron came by. I had problems with sitting due to Denise's play and was lying on the couch while Denise took care of drinks and food.

Sandra asked, "Let me guess, you overdid your exercises, and now you can't move due to some muscle problem?"

From the kitchen, Denise responded, "Yes!"

Sandra looked at me, "You two are weird."

***

Karin scheduled individual meetings with Denise and me, which was strange. Mostly, we had these sessions together.

Denise was first, and I had to wait outside because her appointment took extra time. She came frustrated out of the room, tears in her eyes, hugged me, mumbled "Sorry," and left.

I was afraid to be grilled, but instead, Karin's face had a soft expression. When she saw me having trouble sitting, she asked, "Denise?"

I nodded. Then we discussed what had happened in Spain and after.

Karin asked me, "Mark, when we first met, do you remember what you wanted to achieve with these sessions?"

"Yes, to be able to move on."

"Do you remember how you would want your life to look like in a few years?"

I hesitated, "A family, a nice girl, kids, a dog, and a house with a white fence."

Karin wasn't satisfied with my answer, "And?"

I knew what she meant, "We would start with nothing but love, slowly building up our lives, being proud of what we've accomplished. Having a satisfactory life."

She brought the hammer down, "How is it working out?"

I was waiting for it, the hammer. The life I was describing was of Mike and Katja. They were on this road. My situation was the opposite of Mike's. I didn't have to worry about money. Denise was busy buying a mansion. My worries were about emotions and feelings.

"Mark, it's good to adapt to life's challenges. You couldn't have predicted to fall in love with a girl like Denise.

What I want to know is how you feel about this. Are you happy?"

"I'm happy, but I'm also worried. Where will this road take us?"

"I understand what you're thinking, but you two will figure out a way to proceed. However, there is one thing I want to discuss with you.

Mark, I want her to stop physically hurting you. If you two continue on this road, you will start resenting Denise. Next time, you have to step up. Don't be the nice guy not able to say no to girls. Do you understand?"

I nodded no, "Karin, I disagree. I want her to."

"Wait? What? Do you like pain?"

"I hate pain.

But with the other people, Denise gave them what they wanted. Not what they asked for, but what they wanted. Denise is a natural with this.

With me, she gets what she needs. She has this urge, which she is afraid of herself. She only can share this urge with the one she fully trusts.

This urge is part of her nature. Like a dog needs to lick, she needs this. Society's convention prohibited her from giving in to this urge. But with me, the one she loves, she can be herself.

Karin, I want her to be herself. I want her to give in to that urge with me. I can handle some pain out of love for her."

Karin sat back, surprised by my assessment, "Maybe you're right. I think you're on the wrong road.

Mark, go for it if you want to explore this. As long as it is because you want to. Don't be afraid to say 'No.'"

When I returned home, I found Denise sobbing at the kitchen table. I took her in my arms and soothed her. Karin had prohibited Denise from hurting me physically, as Karin had discussed with me. Denise didn't know that I disagreed with Karin.

"Denise, I think Karin is wrong on this one. You have this urge, and it is a part of you. You don't have to hide it but can give in to it. Take it out on me. I love you, and I will be there for you."

Slowly, the sobbing stopped, and she looked me in the eyes, "Do you mean it?"

"Yes. I want you to be yourself. This urge is part of you. I only demand your honesty."

She was breathing fast, and I could see her distress. How unnatural is it to physically hurt the one you love?

I pushed, "Denise, give in on it. I love you."

She looked at me with a determined look, hastily undressed, took my clothes off, and ravaged me. Then she killed and destroyed me, and then she did it again.

Later, when I finally caught my breath, she turned to me and said, "You can trust me, and I'll always make it up to you."

***

At headquarters, things went normal, and there was no sign of Thomas. During the evenings, Mike and Katja helped Kurt and Gabrielle. The pregnancy took much of Gabrielle's energy, and they helped as much as needed.

Kurt and I talked about what happened during the visit of Gabrielle in Spain. While I was worried about his feelings, he was worried about mine.

"Mark, face it, you're different than Gabrielle, Denise, and me. You're like Katja and Mike. They will never consider another partner. You can imagine Gabrielle and I were unsure of your reaction and how you would cope. I'm glad you went along.

We felt safe and secure because we did this with Denise and you. Therefore, Gabrielle and I want you to consider letting Denise take the next step."

"What next step, Kurt?"

He had a small smile, "That would be up to Denise."

***

Back at home, when I entered my home office, I saw Denise had redecorated one wall. Next to the large image of Denise, the one taken after I ravaged her with the big dildo, she added a new poster which was equally in size, 1 meter wide by 2 meters high.

It was an image of Denise wearing rodeo clothing, including daisy dukes, cowboy boots, and a hat. Her hands formed a heart shape.

Curious, I went to the walk-in closet room. On the wall were three new photos. One, I kinda expected, it was from my ass with the red lipstick circles. The other one was a surprise. It was a photo of a pussy, gushing, looking delicious, with a whip. I know that pussy, it was Gabrielle's!

The third one was of two asses. One was a wider ass, holding a buttplug, and next to it a petite ass. They were Clara's and Mia's asses.

Denise had started to collect memorabilia.

***

For the next two weeks, headquarters requested me to return to Le Mans to prepare another installment of the new machine. This time I would go by plane. It led to a discussion between Denise and I.

"Honey, you don't need this big car anymore. Why aren't you going to look for another one?"

As a tech guy, I liked my old Volvo. The car was reliable and safe. Denise was thinking differently, in economic terms, and I had to admit, her Mercedes was comfortable.

I showed Denise the cars I was thinking of. All were second-hand models of Volvo sedans. On the long trips, this is what I wanted.

"Why don't you buy one?"

Now we were back in two different worlds, one of the wealthy multi-millionaire, the other one of the previous poor but still not rich ex-student.

"I have to save money first."

She hugged me, whispering, "Sorry, sometimes I forget, most people can't just go and buy a car."

***

Denise and I had another discussion about sex during our pillow talk, "Honey, what is the thing you disliked most and don't want to do again?"

I was thinking fast because there were multiple, "Chastity play, I hate it."

She moved close to me, "Goody, I'm kind of surprised by the answer, but it leaves me room for experimenting."

"And sucking cock."

"Sorry honey, you can have only one thing you disliked most."

Her nose was almost against mine, and I could smell her arousal, "Next month is October, also known as Loctober, the month naughty males get locked up. Tell me, why shouldn't I lock you up?"

Her hand moved down and grabbed my cock, which made my cock immediately react.

"No."

"No is not an argument. Maybe we should try it. I lock you up, and you will worship my body, my breasts, pussy, and ass."

When she said 'ass,' my cock twitched, which she felt. Her eyes sparkled. I could get drowned in her eyes.

"No."

"Honey, over a few weeks, we'll have this discussion again. I want you to reach deep into your soul and be honest."

She hesitated for a moment.

"Denise, what was it that you disliked most?"

"Leroy! It's too big for me and hurts, although it was fun to use it on Gabrielle."

"And is there anything you would want to try?"

She was flushing now, "Yes, I would want to squirt again. That time in Spain, it was unexpected, and I would like to try it again to enjoy the experience."

She kissed me and turned over for a sixty-nine.

***

I went to Le Mans alone. Mike was doing Kurt's job in Germany, and Kurt was on standby for the baby. I have to admit, in these circumstances, our company provides the employees the flexibility to focus on their families.

In the evenings and weekends, I worked for Denise and Aron.

Denise and I had video calls every evening. During the first week, she told me she had found a new house for us and forwarded the details to me. It was a sixties-styled bungalow on a large plot. The location was great, but the bungalow was not so.

"Honey, trust me, when we've redone the house, it will be a great place to live. Do you have specific wishes?"

"If I could have an office on the ground floor with French doors to the garden, that would be great."

"We will visit the property next week and discuss this when you return."

In the meantime, Denise had also made an offer on the villa in Estepona, Spain. Sometimes, having all that money makes things so much easier.

The following week, we got the news. Gabrielle had given birth to a healthy Emma. Denise immediately made plans to visit them on Sunday.

***

I returned from Le Mans on Saturday morning. Denise was waiting for me at the terminal, holding a cardboard with the text 'My cute boyfriend.'

When she spotted me, her face turned into a huge smile, and when I got to her, she smothered me with kisses, "I've missed you!"

The feeling was mutual.

In the parking garage, she suddenly halted. I was confused, looking for her Mercedes.

"Denise, where is your car?"

"At home, instead, I wanted you to have a test drive with this one," and pointed to a brand new Volvo sedan.

"Denise, that's a great car, but I can't afford it."

"You're not going to pay for it."

"Denise, I don't want you to buy me a car!"

"I'm not going to pay for it either."

"Now I don't understand?"

"Honey, Aron is paying for it. As a reward for all your hard work for him. He noticed you've never asked him for anything, and Lord knows he can afford it."

For a moment, I hesitated. Do I want a car paid for by Aron? But then I thought, why not? I helped him, and he won't even notice such an expense.

"Get in the car because we've got an appointment with the realtor to look at the bungalow."

Although it was less than twenty minutes from the airport to the bungalow, I immediately knew the car was fantastic.

The realtor was a relaxed older guy, and he and Denise did more business. He showed us the bungalow, and it was as I expected, in my opinion, not worth saving.

He asked me, "Mark, you're not looking excited?"

"Where is the dozer?"

That made Denise laugh, "You have to trust our teams. The location is perfect, and we'll turn it into something beautiful. I promise you that you won't even recognize it. What do you think?"

"Denise, it's your expertise, and the location is fantastic. I trust you to turn it into something beautiful."

"Thank you, honey."

The realtor and I exchanged glances. We both knew that Denise would buy this property.

After the viewing, we brought the car back to the dealership. My old Volvo was already there. Aron had already paid for the new car, and I only needed to get my stuff out of the old Volvo and arrange insurance.