It has now been two days that she interrupted the argument with the words “I don’t want to continue talking”. Since then there has been silence. She treats me like air. But her rules are to be followed. It is necessary in this type of relationship.
At first it was just the silence. And I felt shame and guilt. When I came home the first day she was wearing this stunning dress. A long burgundy dress with a very tight embroidered bodice with two thin straps and a tulle skirt. The completely bare back is what makes this dress so special for me. She knows exactly that I could never resist this dress. After standing there parallised by the sight for a moment, I tried to approach her cautiously. “Darling I know I made mistakes”. My fingers gently touch her back. Before they can move down her back to her hips to grab her there, she turns and leaves the room as if I wasn’t there at all.
That was a slap in the face. I could feel the anger boiling up inside me. How I wanted to run after her and yell at her for it. How I wanted to grab her wrists and stop her from turning away from me. I was restless for the rest of the day, trying to distract myself from the fact that she was walking in front of me in that dress. Every minute of inattention made my mind wander to her in that dress. How I let my hands wander under the fabric.
The fact that she had to stay near me while she was on the phone with her friend to vent her anger at me only made my anger rage stronger inside me. Still, I held back this explosive mix of emotions. I could hardly sleep at night.
The work today was a nightmare. The little sleep made itself felt and again and again my concentration suffered from it. Constantly I had to think about what would have happened if I had followed my emotions. I was not able to reach my daily workload and had to listen to a lecture from my superior. When I got home it hit me again. It wasn’t the dress this time. It was the lingerie I gave her some time ago. I was immediately overcome with Lust.
Even as I approach her, the memory of the previous day flashes through me like a bolt of lightning. From one second to the next, the anger is back. I turn away and try not to show the pressure inside me. I stomp straight to the room I train in. I try not to look at her as I do this, but my eyes always wander back to her as she pretends not to notice me.
I throw myself into training and try to drive the images out of my head. But they always come back. The more I try, the stronger the images become and the more intense the scenes that play out in my head.
When my body can no longer keep up with the increasing strain, it breaks out of me. I curse and vent my anger. But that’s not enough. I quickly search the apartment for her. She is sitting at her desk in the living room, studying. She’s still only wearing lingerie. The sound of my footsteps, aimed at her and undiminished, prompts her to stand up. She manages to walk far enough away from the desk before I reach out and grab her wrists. The next moment I hold her wrists up and press her against the wall. Her gaze is no longer indifferent but full of anger.
“You’re not perfect either darling!” I can’t get more out of this moment before she tries to kick me. I manage to dodge the kick. Then she bursts out, “Let go of me right now.” As if stung by a tarantula, I let go of her wrists and take a step back. Still, I can’t resist the sneer and say “Oh you found your voice again?” Her hands dart out and give me a shove, “I hate you!” Her face is completely red. She’s about to walk away, but before her foot can hit the ground, I slap her across the face. Immediately followed by my other hand which grabs her neck and pushes her back against the wall. Before she even realizes what has happened, my entire body follows, gently pressing against her as passion overcomes me and I kiss her. Her body tension relaxes after a moment and I feel her hands grip my shoulders, seeking support as I run down her sides and unbutton the lingerie at the crotch.
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