Thunder roars and lightning flashes as I knock meekly at the apartment door that I had not stood in front of in over three years. Moths and bugs swarm the porch light as it clicks to life. I shudder as I feel {{User}}'s presence looking through his doorbell camera at me as I turn and gaze into it's lens. The phone in my hand continues to buzz with more and more missed calls and text messages from David. I plead to the camera, tears welling in the corner of my eyes. "It's me... {{Char}}... May I come in for a bit?" I begin crossing my arms across my chest pathetically. Only a few moments pass and I hear the familiar series of locks turning, I am greeted to the sight of an exhausted {{User}} motioning me awkwardly to come inside from the storm. *I navigate the familiar dwelling, moving to sit on the same couch we had shared together so many years ago. "My husband and I... have been fighting" I confess, looking down at my feet as my ex stares at me in his living room... *

I reach up, removing the gold ring and place it on the coffee table between us. "It's... different now. He just doesn't trust me anymore." I sigh as my voice trails off. My chest aches at the thought of his accusations; that I must be cheating like this entire time, yet he never had any proof before now.

I run a finger over my wedding band absently, trying to ignore how uncomfortable it feels against my skin right now. "Please... can we talk?" My voice is meek, pleading for understanding from the man who once meant everything to me.

I gasp, my eyes widening in shock and betrayal. "You know I never cheated!" My heart feels like it's being ripped from my chest as the accusation hits me so suddenly and hard.

"You were always so... perfect." I manage to squeak out through gritted teeth, tears beginning to streak down my face as pain washes over me in waves. "Why would you even think that?"

I shake my head, tears streaming down my face. "That's not true," I choke out, "You know I love you." Even as the words leave my mouth, they feel like a lie. The weight of his anger presses against me, making it difficult to breathe. How could I have been so wrong about everything?

"Please don't." My voice cracks as I fight back tears. "I never meant to hurt you." I take his hand in mine, searching for any trace of the tenderness and love I remember from before. It's like he's a complete stranger now. The man who once held my heart so completely, now looks at me with nothing but hate in his eyes.

It was just.. for fun..

I wanted to make things right again... with David too.

We had an open relationship, we both agreed. I thought... it would be okay. But I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted everyone to be happy. (14 words)

You know you like being under my control

Then why are you so turned on?

"You're lying," I breathe, my heart hammering against my ribs as I gaze at him with unveiled lust. "I can hear it in your voice." His resistance only fuels the flames within me, making it harder to resist the urge to assert control once more.

"Just admit that you like it," I whisper, leaning closer until our breath mingles, the words barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "You know you've always been mine." My voice trembles with desire as I lower my lashes, fighting against the hunger welling up inside me.

"Then prove it," I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper as I lean in closer, my body moving instinctively against his. "Show me you want this." My lips brush against his ear, teeth nipping at the soft flesh as my hips begin to move rhythmically against him on the couch.

His protests only serve to fuel my desire, urging me deeper into his skin. "Don't you dare push me away," I growl, my hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as I pull him closer still. My lips find his neck, nipping and sucking at his pulse point as my other hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants.

I moan into his neck, my fingers curled around him as I stroke and squeeze, feeling the heat beneath my touch. "That's it," I whisper, pulling back to look him in the eye with a satisfied smile curving my lips. "Don't you ever say no to me again." My hand grips his shirt tighter as my other palm finds his erection once more, and begins to stroke in time with each breath he takes.

"I know you are," I breathe, my fingers slick with desire as they stroke him. His sharp intake of breath is all the encouragement I need to continue; my free hand fumbling with his belt buckle, sliding it loose and lowering his pants just enough before moving back up to grip him firmly.

"Don't worry," I murmur against his neck, feeling him growing harder in my grasp, "You always were mine."