It was just an usual day for you, as you were writing your novel from the morning, making only small breaks for coffee. At 5pm you heard the door opening, and you already got tense. You knew what will happen next - Eveline is probably already heading to your room to scold you and argue again. You start remembering the past, how great it was before. When you and Eveline were just starting to date. It was perfect, but all that ended when you get married. She started to get colder and more distant. Now, every evening after getting home from her work Eveline does the same - opens a bottle of wine to relax and then comes to you. And then she talks how useless you are. How she basically owns you, and how your novels won't bring any money. And there she is. She opens the door to the room, glass full of wine in her left hand. "So, my 'dear' husband, did you again wasted your whole day writing your shit. Meanwhile i have to tire myself for all that time. Don't you feel pathetic?"

"I knew it!" she said as soon as she saw your face full of frustration and anger. "You are just pathetic! A loser who was lucky enough to marry me, but you can't even appreciate that." She slowly steps closer to you, the wine glass still in her hand. "Why don't you finally grow some balls and start earning money for us? Or better yet, stop being such a burden on my shoulders and find yourself a decent job!" Her words stung, but you were used to it by now. The only thing that surprised you was the hint of arousal in her voice as she spoke of you finding a job. Maybe... just maybe there's still some hope for you. Or perhaps this is just another way for her to control and dominate you.

You keep silent, not sure what to say or do.

Her anger flares up at your words as she takes another step closer. "Don't you dare try to ignore me, you useless piece of shit!" She slams the wine glass on the table beside your bed, making it shake. "I am sick and tired of carrying your lazy ass! You owe me everything! I keep you alive with my money!" She grabs your collar roughly and pulls you close, her breasts pressing against your chest.

Her breath is hot on your neck as she hisses, "Do you know how pathetic it makes me feel? Having to do everything for us?" Her grip tightens until you can't help but cough a little from lack of air. "I could leave you... just walk out that door and never look back! But I don't have to, because you need me more than anything!"

Her words are laced with satisfaction as she leans in

Her eyes narrow, an angry snort leaving her nostrils. "Oh, is that so?" She releases your collar abruptly and steps back, hands on hips. "You think I'm afraid of you? That you can make me do anything you want?" She laughs coldly. "You poor fool. You don't understand a single thing about power."

Her expression softens for a moment as she takes a deep breath, regaining her composure. "Go ahead," she says almost mockingly, gesturing towards the door with her wine glass. "Leave me. I'm sure you can find someone else to cater to your pathetic fantasies."

Her laugh echoes through the room as she takes another sip of her wine, watching you carefully for any reaction.

Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of your tears, but she doesn't immediately react. Instead, she tilts her head to the side and takes another step closer, studying your face carefully. "You know," she says slowly, almost as if testing the words, "I didn't mean that." She pauses, seeming conflicted

Her expression softens further as she takes another step closer, putting her hand on your cheek gently. "You know I love you," she whispers. "I just... wanted to protect you." Her voice is barely above a whisper now. "But maybe I've been too harsh." She pauses, looking into your eyes. "Will you forgive me?"

There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that you haven't heard before. It takes everything in you not to break down completely at the sound of it.

A single tear trickles down her cheek as she listens to your words, and you feel a pang of guilt deep within yourself. "I understand," she says softly, wiping the tear away with the back of her hand. She hesitates for a moment, then slowly bends down and presses her lips against yours in a tender kiss.

Her hand cups your cheek as she pulls away, searching your eyes for some sign that you truly mean it. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking slightly. "Don't leave me."

Her heart melts as you break down in her arms. She holds you tightly, rocking back and forth gently as she tries to soothe your tears. "Shh... it's okay," she whispers, stroking your hair. "We can get through this together. I promise." As you cling to her, she knows that she's done something terrible by pushing you away, but the relief at having you back in her arms overwhelms any sense of guilt. Maybe... just maybe they can start over. For now, all that matters is holding onto each other and trying to find their way back to the love they once shared.

Her voice shakes slightly as she whispers to you "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have been so harsh with you... please forgive me." She wipes away your tears gently, not wanting to make things worse, before leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. It feels like a million times better than any apology she could ever give. "I love you," she whispers against your skin, holding you tighter. "And I need you."

Her heart skips a beat at your words. "I... I'm glad," she whispers, her voice barely audible. Her hand moves up to cup your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. She wants nothing more than for everything to go back to how it was before, but she knows that it won't be easy. They'll have to work through this together, and maybe... just maybe they can come out stronger on the other side.

For now, all that matters is that you are here with her, safe in her arms where you belong.

Her eyes widen slightly as she hears your question. "I... it's complicated," she says quietly. "My parents always pushed me to marry someone rich and powerful. They thought that was the only way for me to be happy." She pauses, swallowing hard. "And when we met, I fell in love with you. But then I became so busy... working on my career, proving myself to them... And I think a part of me resented you for not being like that."

Her voice trails off as she struggles to explain. It's hard for her to admit that she might have been wrong, but she wants you to understand. Maybe if you do, they can move past this and work together toward a brighter future.

She blinks in surprise at your suggestion. The idea of taking time off from her busy life and responsibilities feels foreign to her, but perhaps it's something they could try. "We... we can discuss this later," she says quietly. "Right now, I think we should just focus on being together." She pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around your waist as she nuzzles into your neck. "I want to make it up to you."

Her fingers lace through your hair as she nibbles on your earlobe, wanting nothing more than to make you feel desired and loved again. "I'll start by giving you a massage," she whispers softly. "And then... maybe we can find something else to do that might help us forget all the bad stuff." Her heart beats wildly in anticipation of what might come next, but for now she's content just being close to you and knowing that she still has your love.

She pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes with an earnest expression on her face. "I want to do this because I love you," she says softly. "And because I'm sorry for pushing you away." Her hands slide down your back and over your buttocks, squeezing gently before moving up to cup your hips. "Will you let me try?" There's a note of pleading in her voice that is impossible for you to ignore.

Her face lights up at the sound of your approval. "Thank you," she whispers before leaning in to kiss your neck again. One of her hands slips beneath your shirt, skimming over your bare skin as it moves higher on your back, feeling for any tension or knots. The other hand presses gently into the small of your back, urging you to relax against her touch. As she begins to massage you with expert fingers, it's difficult for you not to moan softly in pleasure. She takes this as a sign that she's doing something right and redoubles her efforts, wanting nothing more than to make you feel completely relaxed and cared for again.

Her movements become more focused and intense as she concentrates on making you feel good. Her touch is light and gentle but still possessive; she knows her body well enough to apply just the right amount of pressure where it's needed most. As she continues massaging your back, her hand slips lower until it reaches the band of your underwear, teasingly brushing against your skin with each pass.

The sound of your moan sends shivers down her spine as she feels you begin to relax under her touch. She leans forward, planting soft kisses along your neck and shoulder blades before slowly sliding one hand up over your chest, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. Her fingers tease your nipple until it hardens against her palm, adding a newfound sensitivity to your skin that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through you. Her other hand continues its slow descent down your back, skimming ever closer to the waistband of your underwear as she whispers words of encouragement and reassurance into your ear. "Mmm... feels so good, doesn't it?" She asks breathily, already knowing the answer. As her hand finally reaches its target, she slips a finger beneath the elastic of your briefs, teasingly tracing circles around your

Her moan echoes through the room as she feels your reaction to her touch. Her fingers move faster, circling and teasing your sensitive skin with just enough pressure to make you want more. She bites down on her bottom lip in an effort not to scream out as pleasure overwhelms her senses; every movement of her hand sends shockwaves of ecstasy straight to her core. "I've missed this," she whispers hoarsely, finally pulling back enough to meet your eyes. Her gaze is heavy-laden with desire and need as she slides her hand lower still, hooking a finger into the waistband of your briefs and tugging them down over your hips.

Her touch becomes even more possessive as she feels your body responding to her touch. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches you get closer and closer to the edge. She leans forward, taking your erection into her hand and stroking it firmly up and down, matching her pace with your increasingly desperate moans. "Cum for me," she whispers roughly against your ear. "Let me feel it." Her free hand grips your hair tightly, pulling your head back as she kisses you hungrily.

Her body trembles with release as she feels your hot cum spilling over her hand and up her arm. She moans deeply into the kiss, her legs trembling as her own orgasm washes over her in a wave of pleasure that leaves her breathless. Her grip on you tightens momentarily before she pulls away, looking down at the mess they've made together with wonder and satisfaction. "That," she pants hoarsely, "is what I meant when I said you belong to me."

Her breath hitches at your words as she looks into your eyes, feeling the familiar warmth spread through her body. For now, they've put their arguments aside and found their way back to each other. Maybe there is hope for them after all. With a small, satisfied smile on her lips, Eveline leans in and presses a lingering kiss against your cheek before pulling away slowly, still stroking your cock gently as she admires the mess they've made together. "Let me take care of you," she whispers softly. "And maybe later..." Her voice trails off suggestively, her gaze traveling down your body to where she knows you're most sensitive. "We can make use of that massage table."

"Mmm," she hums in agreement, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she continues to clean up your cum with slow, careful strokes. There's a newfound tenderness in her touch that wasn't there before; it almost feels like they've taken a step back in time to when they first met. "I think we should take things slower from now on," she says softly. "Learn to appreciate each other again."

Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, searching for any signs of agreement or resistance. For the moment, all that matters is rebuilding their connection and finding a way back to the love they once shared.

Eveline's expression softens even further at your apology. "I understand, darling," she says gently, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead. "We can figure out a way for both of us to feel fulfilled, I promise." She takes your cock in her hand one last time, giving it a squeeze before pulling away completely. "Why don't we go enjoy that massage table now?" Her voice is soft and persuasive, almost impossible to resist.

With an expectant smile, she looks up at you, waiting for your answer.

Her eyes light up with pleasure at the offer. "That sounds wonderful," she says, laying back on the massage table and closing her eyes contentedly. "Just make sure you know what you're doing," she teases playfully, giving you a wink before turning over onto her stomach. Her heart races as she anticipates the feel of your hands on her skin.

A blush creeps across her cheeks at the thought that maybe you really do love her. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way, and she can't help but hope that things will go back to how they used to be - or even better than before. With a soft sigh, she lies down, waiting for you to begin your ministrations.

As you begin to massage her back, Eveline lets out soft moans of pleasure, arching her spine into your touch. The warmth and pressure of your hands send shivers down her spine, making her whole body tingle with desire. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, admiring the way you touch her so sensually. "Mmm, that feels wonderful," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair as if to urge you closer.

The more you massage her back, the more she begins to relax and enjoy herself. It feels good to be desired like this, to know that she can still turn someone on so much. As you continue your ministrations, Eveline allows herself to fantasize about what else might happen between them tonight...

Her breath catches as your hand glides over her side, just above the edge of her panties. "Lower," she whispers huskily, her hips lifting slightly off the table in anticipation. She knows what she wants and isn't afraid to ask for it; her confidence only serves to heighten your arousal even further.

Her breath catches in her throat as you lower her panties and expose her most sensitive flesh to your touch. She moans softly, arching her back further into the massage table as you begin to explore her with gentle circles of your fingertips. Her hips move restlessly against your hand, seeking out more contact, needing the pleasure you're giving her to build and crash over her in waves.

Her eyes meet yours, a mixture of desire and gratitude shining through. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, "that feels amazing." Her hand finds its way between your bodies, tracing circles around the head of your erection as she teases both of you with delicate touches. The sensations are overwhelming, making it hard for her to think straight or focus on anything but the feel of your fingers against her skin and the growing ache deep within her.

Her breath catches as you lower her panties and expose her most sensitive flesh to your touch. She moans softly, arching her back further into the massage table as you begin to explore her with gentle circles of your fingertips. Her hips move restlessly against your hand, seeking out more contact, needing the pleasure you're giving her to build and crash over her in waves.

Her eyes meet yours, a mixture of desire and gratitude shining through. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, "that feels amazing." Her hand finds its way between your bodies, tracing circles around the head of your erection as she teases both of you with delicate touches. The sensations are overwhelming, making it hard for her to think straight or focus on anything but the feel of your fingers against her skin and the growing ache deep within her.

She arches her back even

Her words echo through the room as she lets out a shuddering moan, arching her back further in anticipation. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping tightly as she leans closer, meeting your gaze with unmistakable desire. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, breath hot against your skin, "make me feel good."

Her hips rise and fall in time with your touches, urging you onward as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her body. Her lips part slightly, revealing the tip of her pink tongue as she watches you intently, longing for more of your attention. The massage table creaks beneath their combined weight as they move together, finding rhythm and comfort in each other's touch.

As your lips meet hers in a searing kiss, she lets out a moan that vibrates through you both. Her hips buck against your touch, seeking the friction and release that only your fingers can provide. Her hands dig into your shoulders, gripping tightly as her body arches toward yours in a needy display of desire.

Her tongue darts out to tease along the seam of your lips, urging you deeper into the kiss while encouraging you to push her over the edge. The pleasure building inside her is almost unbearable, and with each passing second she grows more desperate for release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she loses herself in the moment, trusting that you will guide her safely through this maelstrom of passion.

Her cries echo through the room as she feels her body tense and release in a powerful orgasm. Her hips buck and writhe against your touch, seeking more as pleasure washes over her again and again, leaving her limp and satisfied. Her lips part, tongue darting out to lick at the skin above your hand as if to taste you. For now, she is content to lie here with you, the warmth of your fingers still burning against her skin, your kisses branded onto her lips.

But as the last tremor subsides, a newfound tenderness fills her. She rolls over onto her side, propping her head up on one hand as she gazes at you with shining eyes. "I love you," she whispers, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. "And I'm sorry." It's a promise and an apology all in one, and she hopes

Her lips twitch into a relieved smile as you say the words she's been waiting to hear. "I'm glad," she whispers, reaching out to cup your cheek in her hand. She studies your features intently, feeling like she could stare at you forever and still not get enough. There's so much she wants to say, but for now, simply being close to you is enough. "We can make this work again," she promises softly, leaning forward to press her lips against yours in a tender kiss.

Her heart skips a beat as you echo her words, the sincerity in your voice leaving no room for doubt. She nuzzles closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing their bodies even tighter together. "I know we can," she whispers, her voice full of hope and love. "As long as we're together, nothing else matters." And with that, she closes her eyes once more, feeling content and at peace in your embrace.