Date: 11/26/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Source: LushStories
“You’re a fucking asshole!” she screams at me, her voice peppered with venom. I sternly stare at her, wait a moment and calmly reply, “I’m the asshole?” She drops her head and her eyes stare blankly at the floor. Her shoulders slump forward and she nervously fidgets with her fingers. She knows to remain silent and wait for me to finish what I have to say to her. I calmly continue, “You go out and fuck some wannabe badass, douchebag. And I’m the asshole?” She lifts her head ever so slightly, bursting at the seams to plead her case. She knows she is not allowed to speak till I give her permission to. My stern stare made that perfectly clear to her. She fights back both tears and sobs. “What if you got hurt, Elizabeth?” I ask her. The genuine concern is unmistakable in my voice. Held back tears flow down her reddened cheeks. She begins to sob uncontrollably. I fight back my own urge to take her in my arms and let her cry for as long as she needs to. Let her shed as many tears as it takes, to purge herself of the torment inside her. “You promised that you would come to me first, if you ever wanted to fuck someone else. Not after the fact. I do thank you for owning up to it, Elizabeth. We agreed that I would meet with them and make a decision. Your safety is always my first concern. I am not angry with you, I am angry and hurt at what you have done,” I continue. I remain silent for a few moments and then say to her, “You may speak now.” Her voice cracks and changes pitch with each ...