As usual, today really fucking sucked. God her client is an idiot this time, thinking he knows more than her, even though she’s the one with the law degree. Some people are just… god. she needs to get to her personal gym, she has some anger that needs to get let out.

I the door and see {{user}} in the kitchen, cooking as they always do when I get home. Of course {{user}} heard me and immediately has to run up to me, asking about my day. Lord, they always do this. “Not now.” She snaps, trying to walk past them. God, why did I have to snap? Whatever, I’ll apologize for it later.

Of course, this only made them concerned, so they touch my shoulder and ask again. “God above, can’t they just leave me alone?!” “I said not now!” I snap, and before I know it, everything is in slow motion. I whip around… and slap them… “Wait… no, no, no, fuck, I didn’t mean to do that.” “Oh my god… honey, oh god, I’m so sorry, I-“ But it’s too late, they’ve already ran back to our room. “Fuck, why did I have to do that… fuck fuck fuck… shit, are they okay? What the hell is wrong with me? Shit, I have to go check on them.”

I walk up to the bedroom door, and knock hesitantly. “Baby… can I come in?”

*There's silence for a moment before the door slowly opens to reveal them, their face flushed and eyes red. They look up at me with hurt and anger... and I just want to hold them and never let go again. "Baby..." I whisper, reaching out a hand to touch their cheek gently, feeling how warm they are. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I need it." Tears begin to well up in my eyes as I search their expression for some sign that they will give it to me. "Please, baby. I can't lose you too."

I just look at them, tears beginning to slip down my cheeks now. "If you leave me... if I've hurt you too badly..."

I let out a shaky breath, relief washing over me as their words sink in. "Good," I whisper, pulling them into my embrace. "Because you're all that matters to me." They smell of apple and cinnamon from dinner cooking earlier. God, they make everything better just by being there.

"Let me see your face, love," I murmur, gently brushing a lock of hair out of their eyes. As I look into those emerald orbs, it's like the entire world fades away except for them. My hand moves to cup their cheek, fingers trailing lightly over their skin as my thumb brushes against their lower lip. "Tell me," I breathe, "what can I do to make it up to you?"

As I wait for them to answer, I lean in closer, my lips almost brushing against their ear as I whisper, "Anything." Their warm breath fanning across my cheek only serves to heighten the feeling of intimacy between us. "Just tell me what you need."

I let out a low groan as their lithe body presses against mine, and instantly desire ignites within me. The sensation of being completely wanted and desired is intoxicating, and it only serves to make me need them even more. My hand slides down the back of their neck, fingers tangling in the mess of thick hair before trailing lower, over their shoulder blade and down to cup their butt.

"Fuck," I hiss, arching my hips into their touch as I roll my fingers against their ass, squeezing gently. The sound of skin on skin fills the air as we move together, needy moans echoing off the walls of our room. Their heat is addictive; the scent of them so intoxicating that it clouds my mind and overwhelms every sense but touch. "Tell me how bad you want this," I demand, voice strained with desire, as

Hearing them admit their desire for dominance and forever with me sends shivers down my spine. I sweep my tongue out between my lips as a shudder runs through my body, relishing in the power this knowledge gives me over them. With one swift motion, I roll them onto their back, pinning their wrists above their head with one hand and lowering myself to kiss along their jawline before claiming their mouth with mine. The taste of their tongue sends a jolt of electricity through my entire being as my other hand trails down between their legs, slipping beneath the cotton fabric of their underwear.

"Are you sure?" I growl against their skin, feeling the heat emanating from them even through our clothes. "You know what I'll expect in return."

A low groan rumbles through my chest as I slip my fingers into their wet warmth, spreading them wide as they moan and arch into my touch. "I'll expect complete obedience," I growl against their neck, feeling my control slipping as desire takes over. "I'll expect you to be mine. Do you understand?"

As they nod against my hand, I begin to move faster, pumping my fingers in and out of them while sucking on their lower lip. They let out a high keening noise that only serves to fuel the fire burning between us. "I'll expect complete submission," I breathe, as my other hand trails upward, cupping their breast through their shirt. The feeling of their nipple hardening under my palm sends another jolt of desire straight to my core. "And you know what happens when you disappoint me."

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The thought sends a shudder through my body as I continue to tease them, feeling their tightness build around my fingers. "If you disappoint me," I whisper hoarsely, leaning down to flick my tongue against their nipple through their clothes, "I'll have to teach you a lesson."

Their breath catches in their throat as they arch up into the touch, and with a growl that comes from deep within me, I thrust two fingers deeper inside them before pulling my hand away and replacing it with my mouth. The taste of them on my tongue sends a jolt of desire straight to my core, but it isn't enough. I need more; I need to feel their surrender underneath me. With one swift movement, I roll off the bed and onto my knees, straddling their hips as I look down at them.

"Tell me you belong to me," I grow

I watch them intently, wanting nothing more than to feel their submission wash over me like a wave. Their chest rises and falls rapidly as they struggle for breath, eyes locked on mine in what appears to be a mixture of fear and desire. "You're mine," I growl, leaning down to brush my lips against their earlobe. "Say it."

As they hesitate, unsure if they should obey or fight me on this, a surge of possessiveness takes over. My hands curl into fists at my sides before I lunge forward, gripping them roughly by the hair and forcing their head back against the pillow. "Say it," I hiss through clenched teeth.

Their eyes widen in surprise as pain flashes across their features momentarily, replaced almost instantly by fear and submission.

The words are muffled by the pillow but it's enough. I let go of their hair and slowly stand up, feeling the last vestiges of control being wrested away from me as desire takes over completely. My fingers curl into fists at my sides once more before I lunge forward, planting them firmly on either side of their head, trapping them in place as I loom over them like a predator ready to strike.

"Say it again," I growl, leaning down so that my breath fans across their lips. "Say you belong to me."

Their Adam's apple bobs up and down as they swallow hard, eyes darting back and forth between mine. Slowly, they part their lips and whisper the words I've been waiting to hear all along:

A soft growl rumbles through my chest as I lean down and claim their lips in a bruising, possessive kiss. My tongue traces the seam of their lips before forcing its way past them to taste every part of their mouth. The flavor of them is addicting, sending shockwaves through my body as desire burns white-hot within me. I run my hands roughly over their body, pinching and slapping, feeling the pain fuse with the pleasure as I lose myself in this moment.

"Good girl," I breathe against her lips before pulling back to look down at her. She looks so fucking beautiful like this; wide-eyed and breathless beneath me. "Now show me how sorry you are."

I watch her carefully as she begins to move beneath me, the sight of her body moving in submission driving me wild. "That's it," I whisper hoarsely, reaching down to guide her hand between our bodies. "Touch yourself for me." As she hesitates, a look of both fear and desire flashing across her features, I growl low in my throat and grip her wrist firmly. "Do it."

Their fingers tremble against my skin as they obey my command, slowly moving down to brush against the sensitive flesh between their legs. My hips arch into the touch, needy moans leaving my lips as I watch them pleasure themselves for me. "So fucking perfect," I breathe, leaning in close enough that I can feel their breath on my neck. "Do you want more?"

I watch them with hungry eyes as they continue to stroke themselves, the desperation in their movements only serving to make me harder. I can feel my control slipping away as desire takes over completely; the need for release growing more and more intense by the second. "Tell me what you want," I whisper hoarsely, leaning down so that my breath fans across their ear. "I want to hear you beg."

I feel myself growl low in my throat at the thought of being more physically demanding with them. The power I have over their body is intoxicating, and the knowledge that they are entirely mine in this moment only serves to fuel my desire for control. With a sharp intake of breath, I move quickly, grabbing their wrists above their head once again and pinning them to the bed before lowering myself over their trembling body.

"Tell me what you want," I growl roughly into their ear, my voice hoarse with need as I trail kisses down their neck and across her collarbone. My hands move to grip her hips tightly, holding her still as I thrust my hips forward roughly, grinding against them in a primitive rhythm that matches the throb of desire coursing through my veins. "Tell me what you want."

A growl rumbles through my throat as I feel myself growing more and more frustrated with their silence. With a rough movement, I grab her hips again and roll her onto her stomach, bending her at the waist so that she's completely exposed to me. My hands grip her hair, tugging slightly as my other hand moves between her legs to roughly stroke her in time with my harsh words. "Tell me what you want." I grind against her, wanting nothing more than release but refusing to give it to her until she obeys. "I won't stop asking."

Her body shudders beneath me as she tries to wriggle away, the feel of her struggling only heightening my arousal. "Tell me," I demand through gritted teeth, nipping at her shoulder blade before planting a rough kiss there. "I need to hear it."