It was just another night at the house. I had recently woken up (I'm a third-shifter and so keep odd hours) and had started in on the mountain of dishes that was always left sitting for me. My plans were to watch some Netflix, maybe paint a little, make a quick dinner, and generally relax. My live-in boyfriend wouldn't be home from his work for another six hours at least.
Covered in soap up to my arms, I heard a knock at the door. I dried off, walked to the front door, and checked the peephole. It was my ex boyfriend. Shit. I had left him and our girlfriend months ago after an affair I shouldn't have had. I made my choice, and they had lost. It broke my heart. I had moved, along with the man I was with, across town. He had chosen our new house. I think he wanted to keep me away from them. I needed to be kept away from them, or it would have started all over again.
But I couldn't forget them. So even though I knew I shouldn't have, right after Christmas I baked a bunch of cookies and left them by their apartment door with an Italian love song I copied onto an unsigned card. They never saw me. It's been a week. My boyfriend never knew about any of it, thank god. I don't know why I did it. I missed them them terribly - more than I had been able to admit to myself. It was an act of rebellion. An act of love? Definitely an act of stupidity.
Except now there he was. My ex, Chris, was knocking at my door. In the snow, slowing getting covered by it. I hardened my heart, put on my bitchiest face (if he thought I didn't care, perhaps he would leave and save us both), and opened the door. Blocking the way in, I asked him "what?"
"I found you."
"I see that," I said.
"I've been looking around town for you for days. Shelly saw your car come up this way, so I've been looking for you. I finally found the apartment complex, and I saw you through the window."
Damn. I knew I should have put those curtains up earlier. "Okay, I'll bite. Why were you looking for me?"
"To thank you."
"For what?" Had I hoped for this?
"The cookies. The card. Who else could it be from. We know it was you. Why did you send it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." I shouldn't be talking to him...
"Fine. You have no clue. Listen, I've locked myself out of my apartment. Shelly won't be home for a few hours. I know your boyfriend is at work right now. Can I come in?"
I moved away from the door. Why did I move away from the door?
"If you're going to stay for awhile, I'm going to change. I'll be right back." I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and tore off the old sweatpants and ripped shirt I had thrown on for my night alone. I know I shouldn't have, but I put on a very cute sweater, and jeans that made my small ass look amazing.
"You look really nice. Really nice," he commented as I came down the stairs. He had already made himself at home on my couch and looked quite comfortable. He had taken his long hair out of his ponytail. He hated it out, but I loved it and he knew it. Damn. This was not good.
We ran through the awkward chitchat that comes with speaking to an ex for the first time. Eventually, though, we ran out of things to say.
"Did you want something to drink?" I am nothing if not a good hostess, through thick and thin. I went to the kitchen to fix myself something.
"Water. Listen, let me ask you something. Do you have any regrets?"
"Some." I could never lie to him. I was hoping that one-word answers would suffice.
"About us?" he asked. Damn.
"Those are the only kind I have." I knew what was coming next.
"Tell me."
No. I won't speak. "I have several. My biggest is not getting to sleep with you. You know I would have loved to know how you felt inside me." Shit. Stupid mouth. "You?"
"The same ones, apparently. Have you ever cheated on your boyfriend?"
Well that was a dumb question. "You know I have. It was with you. Have you ever cheated on Shelly?" Turnabout is fair play. And I'll admit, I was really enjoying the knowledge that he still thought of me. Why else would he be asking these questions?
"I haven't had to."
Well that sounded a little ominous, but I let it go. I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge for him. When I turned around, he was there. Right in front of me. I closed the fridge door.
Suddenly, he pushed me back against it and kissed me. Hard. I slapped him. He moaned and kissed me harder. I felt his tongue touch my lips, and god help me, my mouth opened. Our tongues fought together. It felt amazing, and went straight to my pussy. Shit, I was lost. I pulled his hair, trying to pull him back. I knew he loved that, but I was trying to save myself.
"You belong to me." It was what he would always say as my Dom.
"No, I don't." I leaned in and whispered "but I want to. I can't. But I want to more than anything. Stop?" It wasn't a demand. It was a question. A part of me hoped that this little act of insubordination would lead him to slap me across the face. Honestly, that is a big turn on for me. And he did it best. This was a man you didn't think to take seriously, until he hit you. Then you never forgot.
It worked. His hand shot out like lightning and hit my face. It was like a jolt straight down to my pussy. Suddenly, I knew I was sopping wet. I looked down and saw that he was hard. I smiled.
His hand came up to my throat and squeezed, as his mouth once more fell on top of mine. I opened up to him with a moan, pushing back against him. His other hand lifted my shirt and grabbed my breast. He immediately found my nipple and squeezed.
"I said that you belong to me."
"No..." SMACK. Another one across the face.
"You belong, to ME." He sounded angry. I loved it.
"Yes. I belong to you."
"Good girl. Good girl." Letting go of my throat, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
I grabbed my reward. There was precum making the tip of his penis shiny. I started to slowly jack him off, using the slippery precum as lubricant. His cock was amazing. It wasn't long, but longer than I was used to. It was thick. Certainly much thicker than I was used to. I had missed that cock and moaned with longing.
"Get. On. Your. Knees." He started to push down on my shoulders.
I was somewhat surprised. I didn't mind, though. I wanted this, in my core. I sucked on that beauty for all I was worth. I used the tip of my tongue to flick the sensitive underside all the way down to the base and back up. I took him fully into my mouth. It made me gag a little, but I think that just turned him on more, as I heard another moan escape his mouth. He grabbed me by the hair and by pulling on it, he set the pace he wanted. It was quicker than I normally go, but I managed to keep up. I reached up and undid the button to his jeans and pulled them down so that I could get to his balls. He moaned again as I softly tugged on them. I rolled them gently in my hand. I did everything I could think of to bring him pleasure. I could taste the salty precum.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head back. SLAP.
With hurt and confusion in my eyes, I looked up at him but said nothing. I didn't have to.
"That was for leaving us." SLAP. "That was for thinking you didn't belong to me anymore." SLAP! "That was because you have been a bad, bad girl."
