Simanda Anthology

You do own me

A/N this part was inspirated by a song You Don't Own Me. Give it shot and please, leave your comment below. Warning: Include sex-scene

We are waiting for next audition and I decide to finally tell Alesha my exciting news: “I’m having a date, Alesha.”

“Oh my word! I’m so happy for you, Mandy. You have been too long alone since you know”, Alesha answers me. I was expecting this because she has been pushing me towards every available men in the country since my husband Chris left me half a year ago. First I was depressed but now I’m doing better, honestly.

“Who he is? Do I know him?” Alesha wakes me from my thoughts.

“He’s George, you don’t know, really handsome”, I tell with smirk.
We don’t really have more time to talk about my date more because next audition starts. Not that I mind because I honestly don’t have a lot to tell. We have meet only once before but he was nice enough that I accepted his second request for date.
We have couple more of auditions and then we have a break. I am walking an empty hallway alone in my thoughts when someone suddenly grab my wrist hardly and make me spin around.

“What the fuck was that?” pissed looking Simon demands while he have death grip on my hand and our faces so close that I could count his wriggles from his from his forehead.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. Please, let my hand go, Simon”, his grip is crushing my bones and it hurts a lot. He seems to notice this and he lets my hand go. I start gently rub my sore wrist.

“I heard about your date with this handsome George. Explain, Amanda”, Simon spits out through his teeth.

“Yes, you heard right. Honestly, what’s your problem is?” I start get annoyed from his attitude. What’s up with him?

“You’re not going”, he tells me. That definitely wasn’t meant as question.

“That we fuck together, doesn’t mean that you own me!” I hiss at him. Who he thinks he is? “I’m not one of your many toys, don’t tell me not to go out with other boys!”

“You aren’t going with him, you are going with me”, he states and slams his arms against wall behind me, trapping me on my spot.

“Don’t tell me what to do, you don’t own me! I’m not going out to play your friend while you are flirting with everything that moves”, I tell him and I’m actually being honest, I’m tired of being his toy. Being his friend at day and fucking him senselessly after dawn. It have been like this since Chris left and it use to be fine. Just satisfying our needs but now he seems to think he owns me, well he doesn’t.

“We aren’t going in public place.  I’m not playing any games now, Amanda. We’ll be on my boat, together, being ourselves. Nothing more, nothing less. I except to see you there”, Simon says his face dead serious. I can’t do anything but watch him leave without another word. I have to go back to panel anyway soon. Where have I put myself into?

I met him at the boat like he wanted to. I had to call George and cancel our date. Why do I let Simon make me his personal ragdoll? Now we are sitting quietly on the boat and eating delicious meat while the boat is moving slowly towards the sunset. I don’t know who made the meal, I don’t know who’s driving the boat and I don’t know what Simon is planning but right now, I don’t care.
I have simple knee length, navy blue, dress without sleeves. My hair is loose. Simon looks really nice in his casual clothing but he always does. I know he doesn’t really enjoy chit chatting and honestly even I don’t want to talk right now, so we’re just sitting in comfortable silence. He’s rubbing my bare shin with his foot. Everything is so peaceful, only noise is gently waves hitting the boat outside of our cabinet.

Then out of nowhere he gets up and slams his hands down the table. It startles me and I drop my fork which is half a way towards my mouth.
“You were wrong!” he yells making me question his sanity.
“Babe, what are you talking about?” I ask gently.

“I can own you. What you want? What makes you mine?” he asks and his staring starts making me little nervous.

“Eh Simon, you cannot buy me. All I ask you is letting me be myself”, does he think I’m whore that he can buy with money? Suddenly he place his hand firmly behind my head and forces my face towards his. He attacks my mouth with his tongue and I let him take total control.

He leads me down the small boat bed but doesn’t stop kissing me. When my back is firmly against the bed his hands leaves my neck and roams down my body. He’s rubbing inside of my thighs and I’m moaning and arching my back from need.

His mouth leaves mine only to go to my pulse point. He’s sucking and biting my neck’s skin and that is definitely leaving marks but then again, that’s probably the point. He’s taking my dress off at the same time, leaving me only with my underwear.
His hand is so close and I try to get his fingers to touch me by moving my hips. Finally he dips one of his long fingers inside me and I can feel my walls tightening around it. I’m begging and moaning for more and finally he adds another finger. He’s doing circling motion with his hand and it feels so good.

His other hand is working with his belt and I’m unbuttoning his shirt. But when he finally manage to drop his pants he stop touching me and he draws his mouth away from me.
I’m whining and complaining him to keep going. He lowers his waist between my legs and I happily wrap my legs around him, he doesn’t push inside me though. Not even when I’m pushing my hips against his erection and trying to guide it inside. His arms are on both of my sides and his face is so close to mine, but he’s not kissing me. What is he waiting for? I need him now!

“Say it”, he says, quiet but clearly.

“What? Please, tell me what I need to say. I want you now!” I plead my voice heavy from desire.

“That I own you.”

That’s all? That’s what he wants to hear? “Yes, yes! You do own me! Please just-“. He stops me on the middle a way and finally push himself inside me.

He start’s kissing me again and I let my hands roam his back while he pounding into me in rhythm. We climax at the same time and he collapses next to me. We are trying to catch our breaths and just lying there together.

When I can feel my legs again I start getting up, it’s my time to leave. I never stay night. But this time he takes my wrist gently and stops my attempt to leave.

“Please, stay”, he simply asks and I’m shocked, he have never asked me to stay. I hesitate a moment but eventually I lay myself back down to the bed. He wraps his arms around me and just hold me, kissing top of my head gently. It’s so intimidating, we have never been like this before. I let myself to relax and I put my head on his bare chest, listening his beating heart.

We have been laying like this at least an hour and I start feel myself falling asleep. But I have to say something before it, I just have to.

“Simon, you are right. You do own me”, I finally understood what he wanted to own. He wanted to own my heart, so he could know that we can have future together. Man who already haves everything else doesn’t want to of anything material, not even my body. He wants to own my love, to be mine.

If I had look up, I would have seen him smiling. But I don’t, instead I drift to sleep knowing that I won’t be alone anymore.