AU 350 word drabble. Whore.
Whore.
That's all he labeled her. Not sweetheart or babe, those where reserved for his wife he was still married to even though they were separated. She was used to it though; she was always considered the 'Other woman' or the mistress, it was kinder then being called a 'home wrecker'.
Even though she was immune to name calling, she felt some feelings and longed for him to show her love or affection. She could tell she was falling but refused to slip the three words that would break her open and leave her defenseless to him.
Open and naked.
Just like she was now, "Can I ask you something?" she asked, her breath still shaky from the last session. "What'd happen if… we become something more than this?"
She watched him light up his cigar, quietly as he took two to three drags before answering, "Nothing, you're just a slut for my needs. I told you not to expect anything else of that." He said firmly with no lingering remorse or regret.
She frowned abit and drew invisible circles on his chest, "Why you love me now?" he mocked, exhaling small clouds of smoke and blew it into her face; causing her to cough and close her eyes to prevent it getting into her eyes. He chuckled darkly, "That's cute. Roll over and stick your ass up, I'm not tired yet." He ordered coldly, taking a couple of more drags before putting it out.
She sighed and did as he told; wondering if listening to him demean and take advantage of her was worth it as he began positioning himself behind her and grabbing unto her hips, feeling the head of his engorged bulging member teasing the rim of her backside. She clenched her eyes shut and clutched the smooth crisp clean bed sheets, muttering the three last words that'd make her vulnerable to him, from here on out. "I love you…"
"I don't." He grunted before drilling himself completely inside of her, ignoring a pained cry that echoed in the hallways of his house.
That's all he labeled her. Not sweetheart or babe, those where reserved for his wife he was still married to even though they were separated. She was used to it though; she was always considered the 'Other woman' or the mistress, it was kinder then being called a 'home wrecker'.
Even though she was immune to name calling, she felt some feelings and longed for him to show her love or affection. She could tell she was falling but refused to slip the three words that would break her open and leave her defenseless to him.
Open and naked.
Just like she was now, "Can I ask you something?" she asked, her breath still shaky from the last session. "What'd happen if… we become something more than this?"
She watched him light up his cigar, quietly as he took two to three drags before answering, "Nothing, you're just a slut for my needs. I told you not to expect anything else of that." He said firmly with no lingering remorse or regret.
She frowned abit and drew invisible circles on his chest, "Why you love me now?" he mocked, exhaling small clouds of smoke and blew it into her face; causing her to cough and close her eyes to prevent it getting into her eyes. He chuckled darkly, "That's cute. Roll over and stick your ass up, I'm not tired yet." He ordered coldly, taking a couple of more drags before putting it out.
She sighed and did as he told; wondering if listening to him demean and take advantage of her was worth it as he began positioning himself behind her and grabbing unto her hips, feeling the head of his engorged bulging member teasing the rim of her backside. She clenched her eyes shut and clutched the smooth crisp clean bed sheets, muttering the three last words that'd make her vulnerable to him, from here on out. "I love you…"
"I don't." He grunted before drilling himself completely inside of her, ignoring a pained cry that echoed in the hallways of his house.