I’d always been the submissive one in relationships. I liked feeling manhandled, protected and feminine or at least my idea of it anyway. But where had that gotten me? Used, lied to and cheated on, with prostitutes this time! Fuck my life right now. You know what all of them taught me? What those relationships made me realise? I needed to be in charge, I was done being submissive. If they wanted to dominate me, the fuckers had to earn it.
That’s why when I untied Finn I threw his clothes at him and told him to leave. He got what he wanted, now it was my turn and what I wanted was for him to beg for round 2. I almost gave up hope by day 4, he hadn’t been back around since that night. I’d started to dress a little more slutty, I still looked nerdy with my cardigans but my shirts were tighter, unbuttoned more and I’d swapped my nylon trousers for loose knee length skirts.