"You just don't get me, Marcus."
The words pierced right through his seemingly frail exterior. This kind of fight had been all too familiar for the last few weeks of their relationship. Kim wanted him to give her more satisfaction in the bedroom but Marcus was too much of a worrywart and relaxed man to give her the kind of action she so desired.
Kim glared at him getting more and more unsettled over the debate. "You just need to find something inside of you that makes you be more of a man for God's sake. You're too soft with me. I want to know that if I need it, you can give me the rough romp in the park or the random hair pulling in the kitchen."
Marcus just stared at her with the dumb and lifeless look that he usually gave her when she'd bring the subject up. He wasn't beyond doing these things for her but he just had a hard time mustering it up with how badly some of his relationships in the past had failed once he did. After a long pause however, he would usually struggle out a sentence such as 'I just can't bring myself to treat you like some hooker or random hook up.'
However, this sentence or any like it did not escape from his lips this time. He only listened to her for a few more moments and finally having reached his limit, rushed from their small bedroom to the bathroom where she was currently doing her hair and grabbed her wrist.
"Hey!" she retorted swiftly. The suddenness of his action bewildered her but her body rejected what her mind so abruptly felt. Her slit moistened and her heart rate spiked. She was trapped in their tiny one bedroom, one bath apartment on the third floor of their middle class neighborhood. The walls were thick and no scream would ever have a chance of making it through. He had her cornered in the bathroom and was staring at her in such a weird way that she neither felt at ease nor scared. Her skin crawled. The cold bathroom floor became hot with her rising blood pressure and before her next thought could come to her, Marcus's lips were on hers kissing her deeply. Hers softened and quivered at the familiar feeling but rough change of pace. The fingers on her hands flexed and found their way to his sides.
Marcus stepped back from her but kept hold of her wrist. "You really want something different, do you?"
Kim stared at him, turned on more than she had ever been before and nodded. The difference in his character was astonishing. She wanted more of it regardless of how weird it might get.
"Alright, put on your shoes and let's get going. We have to go buy something new and exciting for you."
So that's what she did. With haste she finished getting ready. Her brand new tennis shoes were on before he could ask again and they were out the door into the summer morning breeze.
Marcus pulled his BMW 325i into the shopping center parking lot and placed it confidently into park. He looked over at Kim and eyed her up and down, wondering how she was going to take what he was about to attempt to open her up to.
"I hope you're as willing as you say you are."
Kim opened her mouth to reassure him but before she could he was already out the door. For someone who talked like he was worried he sure seemed pretty confident about how he'd handle her regardless of her answer.
She jumped out of the car and slammed her door behind her before following beside him. Up ahead of them there was a grocery store, a bar, a sex shop, and a pet store. Kim glared at the sex shop windows with their mischievous tinting that made it impossible for unwanted folks to peek in.
"Nice choice," she commented.
"Oh, we're not going in there," Marcus responded and grabbed her hand assuring her. He led her towards the pet shop front door and eagerly stepped inside.
"Pets for Less?"
Marcus gripped her hand tight to shush her and led her to the section that was marked for dogs. A sales assistant was overlooking the leashes and collars and before Kim could spout a retort Marcus asked the clerk about collar sizes for a Labrador.
"You'll need a large size but probably not an extra large unless you've been feeding the big guy a little too much. That section is over here," the clerk advised him and pointed towards a huge section of collars. After pointing them out he finished with, "well if you have any questions, just let me know and I'll be happy to help you."
The man walked off and left Kim and Marcus standing there. Kim looked completely dumbfounded.
"Marcus, what are you doing? We don't have a dog."
"Yet."
Kim looked at him, "we're getting a dog?"
"You could say that."
"A Labrador?"
"You could say that too," he answered her glancing at her long, wavy blond hair.
"That's your big plan? You're going to distract me with a puppy?"
"Distract is such a bad word to use for this event, my dear."
Kim sighed. She thought she had finally broken a boundary with Marcus but it seemed he was just off to create another stupid ploy to get him out of having to please her sexually.
For the rest of the store visit she said nothing. Her arms were left crossing her chest for the remainder of their time there. Even when he picked out a pink collar that looked to be made of a pretty comfortable material, she said nothing.
Marcus purchased the collar, a matching leash, two bowls for food and water, and they left the store. The ride back to the house was uneventful. No words were exchanged between the two of them until they actually parked in the driveway.
Kim looked over at Marcus, "why are we home? I thought we were going to go get your stupid dog."
"Hey- don't be mean to our future dog."
"Okay," she corrected herself, "our future dog."
"I have to do some research and training before we can really get to that stage, sweetheart," he lectured her and grabbed the bag of stuff. They locked the car and headed up the stairs and into their third floor apartment.
The moment the door closed behind her, Kim felt Marcus's hands shoot up her breasts from behind her.
She gasped and moaned approvingly. Make up sex what exactly what was needed right now. His hands were rough. They found their way under her shirt and groped her violently.
