Whoever said that there was a thin line between love and hate was right. They were dead on. As she sat and stared into the night she couldn’t help but think of every man she’d ever been involved with. She’d loved them and hated them. She’d looked to them for safety and security, but instead found herself more insecure and less safe than ever before.
Falling in love for the first time ever was the worst. She’d been used to getting her way, playing her games. Once bitten twice shy? Hell no. She was twice bitten and ready to bite right back. And she did- more than once. So why was he any different? She had no idea, but she hated it. The fear, the insecurity, the vulnerability- all of it left a bad taste in her mouth.
Vulnerable- that was his word, the one he used when he held her and tried to soothe her. Tried- God knew he tried. It didn’t work for very long, but she’d learned to calm down and let it go. She was still the same when it was all said and done. She didn’t need him. She’d survived rape and a dysfunctional childhood that made lesser women crumble into a heap at the feet of a pimp, a drug dealer, or an abusive asshole. Not her- not then and not now. She could make it on her own just fine. She didn’t need him.
At the sound of the door opening, she jumped and came back to reality. She didn’t need him- with his dominant ways and loving words. When he took her into his arms she felt her resolve weaken. He’d let her rant and rave, throw a temper tantrum, and when she was finished, this is what he did. He held her. He told her that she could be scared and vulnerable but that he wouldn’t let her push him away. In a futile attempt to prove him wrong, she pushed against him, squirmed, tried to put distance between them. Futile was the right word. He held on as if both their lives depended on it.
The tears started to fall and it was then that she thought she hated him the most. How dare he make her feel pathetic and weak? Who the hell did he think he was anyway? As another tear slid down her cheek, another tear that he wiped away, she knew. He was her Master- in every sense of the word. From finances to fear and everything in between, he had the last word, the final say.
She felt his lips on hers and willed herself not to respond. That was a joke. Since the night they’d met she always responded to him. Whether he was “using” her, making her feel like she was little more than his fuck toy, or making love to her so slowly, she responded. When he deepened the kiss she slipped her arms around him. She was present in the moment, but at the same time she was watching herself from above.
She saw before her a woman, at once submissive and wanton, and a man who was dominant and sexy- both needing what the other had to offer. She felt more than she saw and in an instant she knew she needed him inside of her.
He urged her over onto all fours with her ass in the air. She felt him grab onto her hips and pull her into him. In an instant she was filled with his magnificent cock. He took his time, sliding in and out, inch by inch. Her wetness dripped down the inside of her thighs and she could smell the scent that he swore he loved so much. She was his. Every part belonged to him and he said as much as he nudged her knees further apart. She cried out as the head of his cock connected with her swollen g-spot and somewhere deep inside she felt her climax building.
“Goddamn, woman” he muttered under his breath. That was all it took to send her over the edge. She felt him thrust into her one last time and like a lock sliding into place she felt the muscles of her cunt contract around him. She milked his cock with a rhythm as familiar to her as the back of her hand. Natural, base, almost animalistic in nature and she cried out “Yes, Master!”
And he was - her Master. All the hate she thought she had in her towards the things he made her feel disappeared and was replaced by feelings of love, safety, and security. All the things she had longed for she had finally found in the man who shared her life. As he curled her up beside him and whispered aloud his love for her she couldn’t help but wonder about that supposed thin line between love and hate.
**Originally featured on The Erotic Woman website