Just when you thought I'd finished - I hadn't....
The last weeks have been … strained.
He hasn’t mentioned that night. But then neither have you. You don’t see why you should. He fucked up. He finally came out of his study, stepped over you and went upstairs. It was only when he got to the top that he called you to him.
Despite your anger, you know you don’t want to be anywhere else. You love him, want to be with him. In a moment of blinding clarity you realise, he is going to release you. When you return to work, he will contrive to ensure you don’t come back.
He is in his study. Lines that weren't there before etched into the face you love so well. He looks up and smiles and for a brief moment you see the love you feel for him reflected in his eyes. You walk over to him. You kneel. The next moment you are in his lap, arms wrapped round him, holding on for dear life. His hand strays to your nipple rings and you arch into his touch. As he kisses you, you pray it's going to be alright.
He hasn’t mentioned that night. But then neither have you. You don’t see why you should. He fucked up. He finally came out of his study, stepped over you and went upstairs. It was only when he got to the top that he called you to him.
Despite your anger, you know you don’t want to be anywhere else. You love him, want to be with him. In a moment of blinding clarity you realise, he is going to release you. When you return to work, he will contrive to ensure you don’t come back.
He is in his study. Lines that weren't there before etched into the face you love so well. He looks up and smiles and for a brief moment you see the love you feel for him reflected in his eyes. You walk over to him. You kneel. The next moment you are in his lap, arms wrapped round him, holding on for dear life. His hand strays to your nipple rings and you arch into his touch. As he kisses you, you pray it's going to be alright.