The Misplaced Barista

"You are top priority to me. You want food, tell me and you'll be fed. You want drinks? Tell me you'll have whatever you desire. You want new clothes? May will make you more clothes. You want a larger closet? Done, you can have an entire guest room as a closet, you can have an entire wing of the castle if you wish. You want to control what we do. Done. You're the dominant one, temporarily. You will never have that permanently. You want to visit your old home. We'll talk. You want to walk in on my meetings and take over. Fine, but only if you understand what's going on. You want to barge into my meeting and tell me to fuck you, eat you out, pleasure you? Fucking done. Tell me that you want to go shopping, I'll give you my wallet. It's yours anyway."

He continues to kiss me, leaving marks on every inch of my skin. His hands roaming my body squeezing and caressing. "You can do anything in the world and I would still treat you as my Queen." His hands come up to grab my chin to force eye contact. "But if you run away, with or without my children inside of you, I will find you, and I will drag you back screaming if I must. That is a promise and a threat that I can guarantee."

Date published 5/19/2021

*^grammar will not always be correct^*
*^strong words^*
*^smut^*
*^cringe and unrealistic^*
*^some strong or light violence^*
*^ORIGINAL PLEASE DON'T COPY IT^*