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When love becomes toxic, it’s not love anymore.
#6: AVOID MALLS FOR THE RISK OF RUNNING INTO YOUR EX WHILE HOLDING BAGS OF LINGERIE YOU FANTASIZE WEARING FOR HIS DAD.
But I stuck with him. I wanted the broken parts of him because I thought if I could love him through the storm, I would be rewarded with a love that was more intense and intoxicating.
If this week has proven anything to me, it’s that I need to watch myself around this girl. She’s too perfect to ignore and too forbidden to be mine.
There must be some unwritten rule that people who know of and partake in the kinky stuff can be kinky and flirtatious around each other. But to the rest of us, they have to modify their behavior. Like we’re the muggles and they’re the wizards.
“You’re such a good girl, Charlotte.” My shoulders relax, seeming to melt down at my sides as I gaze up at him, those beautiful words washing over me like warm water. Suddenly, I’m all gooey and compliant, like that one little phrase put me in a trance. He could literally do anything to me in this state. And I sort of want him to.
Is this what he does with his girls? Does he pet their heads like they’re dogs? Why does it disgust me in theory? But seeing this man pet her head lovingly, adoringly…it seems almost romantic.
think of a response, he continues, “I’ll fill out that form for you if you want, but I don’t need to. You want me to tell you that I want to taste you, Charlotte? Because I do. I want to touch you, tease you, fuck you, bend you over my knee and turn that pretty little backside red. There’s not a thing on that list I don’t want to do with you, so you can put the paper and pen away, little girl. Every single thing would get a five from me.”
“We could never let anyone find out,” he replies, his gaze falling to my lips. “It could never be real. You deserve better than being someone’s dirty secret.”
Dear God, please let this be the only man I fuck for the rest of my life because there’s not a chance in hell anyone else could ever top that.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?” “Yes,” I cry out. “Tell me you’re worth it. Tell me how beautiful you are.”
Emotion stings my throat. No, no, no. Please don’t get emotional. Please don’t fucking cry. This is supposed to be a sexy moment, and I’m about to ruin it because I know he’s right. I know I never say anything good about myself, but I can’t help it. It doesn’t matter how pretty I am or how other people see me. The voice in my head telling me I’m not enough is louder.
He’s already had to punish me twice, and I don’t feel like I do enough for him anymore. “Then why are you the one on your knees?” He gazes slowly up at me, his hands still on my ankle. “You think because I’m the Dominant that I can’t take care of you?” “Sort of,” I reply with a shrug. “But you’re mine to take care of, Charlotte.”
“Well, maybe I want to spoil you,” I say in a light, almost joking manner. “Maybe I want to make you so dependent on me that you never want to leave me. I want to be so good for you that you keep me forever.”
“I’m gonna come, baby.” And maybe that was meant to be a warning, but when I don’t move or take my mouth away, he seems to pick up the hint. “Are you gonna swallow me down, Charlotte? You gonna take my cum like the dirty girl you are? My dirty girl.”
I let a moment linger while I think back to that day, the first moment I saw her in my office, the way she dropped to her knees, how I knew in that moment that this one was different. That in just five seconds flat, I knew she was somehow made for me.
want to take my time with you, Charlotte,” he murmurs against my skin. “But I can’t help myself when I see you. You make me fucking crazy. Now I just want to come, and I want to do it inside you.”
“You heard the man,” he says against my lips. “You’re keeping me from doing my job, Charlotte. If you can’t stop being so fucking fuckable, I’m going to have to tie you to your desk.” “That sounds fun,” I whisper. “Yes, it does,” he replies.
