𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 | 𝟏𝟖+

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏

"P-please stop," I pleaded with her. She smirked at me and continued with her assault. Kissing down my jaw towards my neck.

I didn't want this. No matter how many times I tried to stop her, she always said 'But I love you and I'm doing this for you.'

Was she, though? I've always wondered. Her hands trailed down to my erection, and I tried to push her off me. It's hard to do that when you're not trying to hurt her. I didn't want to hurt her either.

Her hands slowly crept their way into my pants and towards the band of my boxers.

"J-just s-stop...please" I begged, but she just carried on with that glint in her eyes that I'd grown to fear.

There was always a wheel spinning in her head, and I knew she was planning something when I saw that look in her eyes.

When I first met her, I always saw her as a carefree and adventurous girl. She dove headfirst into life, and that was something I loved about her. But the longer we dated, the more the image cracked and began to peel away like old paint.

But I couldn't leave her. I loved her, and she loved me too. We had a lot of good memories, and I didn't want to let go of them.

"Why do you keep asking me to stop?" she asked. An expression of sorrow made its way to her face. Tears welled up in her eyes.

I didn't want her to cry. It made me feel like I wasn't doing a good job, and I hated that.

"Do you not love me anymore?" she asked. Of course I did. She knew I did, but she never failed to ask, especially in these situations.

"O-of course I do, you know that," I said, placing my hands on hers. She flicked my hands off hers, and I looked at her. That hurt.

What if she leaves me because she thinks I don't love her. I do love her. I don't want her to leave. She can't leave me. I needed her.

"It doesn't seem like you do. You don't even want to fuck me anymore!" she exclaimed, her voice gradually rising.

I hated when she shouted at me. She knew that, but she always seemed to forget no matter the number of times I reminded her.

"I-I'm s-sorry okay. I'll do better. Please, just stop shouting." I pleaded with her. She seemed to have a thoughtful look on her face before she nodded in agreement.

"Good boy," she knew I loved the praise. I couldn't help it.

"Will you keep being a good boy and do what I ask? " she questioned.

Should I? She'd probably leave me if I didn't agree. I didn't want that to happen. I wanted her to stay. I needed her.

"Fine," I sighed, giving in. She smiled before straddling me, placing a wet kiss on my cheeks.

"I knew you'd come around," she said before pushing me to lay down on my back, attaching the cuffs on the bed around my wrists. She leaned in and kissed my lips before dragging down my pants and boxers all at once.

"I love you, Roman. I'm the only one who ever will."

I know...

I gasped as I woke up with sweat coating my body, akin to second skin, and I looked over to my clock to see 4:26 a.m. It's that dream again, I sighed to myself. I hadn't had it for the last four days, so I assumed that I would be safe for the week.  

Just one week of sleep was all I was asking for—was that too much?

I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so I might as well get an early start to my day.