Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 1

Breathe in: one, two.

Breathe out: three four.

I stared ahead at the man in front of me, listening to him ramble on about how I was home too late. About how I could have at least messaged him last night to let him know that I was working back so that he wasn't worried about me. Blah, blah, blah.

I couldn't help but let my mind wander. I thought about all of the things I could be doing right now: laundry, dishes, having breakfast, or actually emptying my bladder. But no, I had been woken up by my boyfriend shaking me, demanding an answer as to why I arrived home at 3 in the morning when I was meant to finish work at 12.

I told him that I finished late because I was on a deadline, but really I just hopped in my car and drove around until I finally grabbed some ice cream to eat at the beach near our home. I just needed those few hours to myself. Ever since I got my new job as a journalist, I hadn't had much time to myself. I just needed to take a breather.

"-listening to me?" I heard John's voice question. I just looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. I obviously missed what he had asked me.

Sheepishly, I looked to the blonde in front of me. "I missed what you said. I'm sorry. But John, you just woke me up. I haven't even had time to pee yet. I haven't had my coffee! Can we please continue this later?"

I watched as he let out a huff, rubbing his face with his hand. He grunted a quick "sure" and left, closing the door with more force than needed. I sat in bed, brining my hand to my forehead. I was so tired of this. Lately, all that John and I seemed to do was argue. And it was always about silly things. It ranged from me yelling at him for leaving his clothes in the bathroom, to him yelling at me because I wasn't ready to get married and have his children right now.

Groaning, I got up and went to our en-suite bathroom. Running the shower, I pulled my clothes off and jumped in, letting the hot water cascade down my back, burning my skin slightly. As I closed my eyes, an image of a man popped into my head. He was standing above a woman, her mouth parted in an 'O' shape as his hands massaged her breasts, leading down to the tops of her thighs.

I felt my hand unconsciously creep down to in between my legs. I spread them apart, feeling my hand touch my clitoris.

The guy flipped the lady over so that she was on her stomach and her bare bum was in the air. He lifted his big hand, bringing it down on her ass with a loud slapping noise.

The image forced a moan out of my mouth.

The lady moaned in pain and pleasure. Her man grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so that she was looking at him. He stuck a finger in her mouth, slapping her again. This time across the face. Another moan by her.

I could feel my heart rate speed up, my fingers rubbing faster as they were bringing me to my high. Just as I felt the pressure build up in my stomach about to release, the bathroom door was swung open.

"Leah," John's voice pierced the silence. I removed my hand, but my breathing was still fast, and I could just imagine the pissed off look on my face. John, looking confused, stared at me. Not in the 'my girlfriend is so hot I want to take her right now' kind of way. The way that forced his face to contort into a look of puzzlement. "Were you just?" John wagged his eyebrows.

Huffing, I nodded. "I was. Before you came storming in. What do you want?"

As though he forgot what he wanted, John's eyes got darker. The brown turning to an almost black colour. "That's hot," he whispered, licking his bottom lip. The blonde haired man reached into the shower, turned the water off, and grabbed me by the waist.

He pulled me in for a kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He yanked me out of the shower, walking me back into our room with his lips on mine still.

Throwing his clothes off, John pushed me lightly onto our bed, crawling on top of me. "Were you thinking about us?" he moaned in my ear, moving my hair to the side and over my shoulder.

Lying, I exhaled out a quick, "Yes," as his hands skimmed up my thighs and landed on my breasts. He squeezed them a little before he lined himself up, pushing his manhood into me. I moaned a little, feeling myself stretch around his member.

Just as my boyfriend started thrusting, I begged him to choke me. His hands found their way to my throat, squeezing a little bit. I felt myself get wetter at this move, and just as I felt the pressure yet again begin to build in my tummy, John let go of my throat and rolled off. Giving him a look, he shrugged. "What? I came," he stated as though it were obvious.

It was obvious. I knew what it meant when he rolled off. That's how it always goes. John pumps in me for a few goes, empties himself, and then gets off and goes about his day. Never does he worry about me finishing. At this point, I can't even remember the last time I finished during sex. Usually it ended in me having to use a vibrator to reach my satisfaction.

However, today, as I stared at my watch, I didn't have time. I had to be leaving for work in 5 minutes, and I was no where near ready. So letting out a sigh of frustration, I climbed out of bed and quickly chucked on a skirt and blouse, pinned my hair up in a bun, and put some mascara and lipstick on.

I said a quick goodbye to John, and off I went on my way to work. Angry. Hungry. And so so sexually frustrated. It was bound to be a horrible day.

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