Pete

She’s such a fucking bitch. Carolina stands in the doorway, wearing the nightgown I bought her. Lace just hovering above her pink areolas. She knows it makes me want to fuck her. And I do. Which pisses me off even more. We’re now at the point of breaking up where each of us are trying to get one last jab in. She did it by tilting her hip into the doorway, gripping the frame to both accentuate her frame, and bar me from entering.

"What?" I growl, "Is it laundry day, or something?"

Carolina just smiles innocently, her well-perfected tanned skin shining up at me. Those highlights in her light-brown hair, I just took her to get those done last month because she was obsessing over needing to do something new with her hair. I liked that she took care of her appearance, that she always wanted to look her best. But I hated how much she’d go on and on about it. New treatments, mud masks and a slew of vitamins. They can’t all work. Whatever new report she’d read, we’d run out and get. Something new was always on the brink of changing Carolina’s life.

And now it’s Roy. Why get new vitamins when you can get a whole new guy? A cross training fitness guru with a patent pending for his brand of supplements. As much as I enjoy my routine at the gym, I have a life and a job outside of it. I have other interests.

Darker ones.

And if all Carolina needs is a Roy, then she is not the woman I once thought she was. I keep cursing myself for assuming she was like me. That we were of the same page. I only just wanted it to be. And now my foolishness is here, before me as I feel my cock press against my pants when a bit of her nipple peeks out when she lowers her arm and allows me inside.

"I put all of your things in the spare bedroom." I follow her in.

"So when’s Roy moving in?" I growl, noting all the living room where she and I used to curl up and watch TV just weeks prior. Just recently she was resting her head in my lap and whispered, "I’m glad I got you, Pete. You’re the best thing in my life." And we kissed and I fed her my cock as a "you’re welcome."

I was going to miss head from Carolina. She could hear me unzip my pants from anywhere in the house and would come bounding eagerly before me, on her knees, waiting for me to tell her to go ahead. I’d make her wait, and squirm, staring at my hard cock inches from her face until she’d beg me. I loved it when she begged.

She turned on the light and showed me the box on the bed of the spare room. A few shirts, a frying pan I once insisted she had to properly learn how to cook an egg - not that I felt all women should cook, Carolina got it in her head that eating free-range eggs would reduce wrinkles, but darned if she could cook one. I picked it up and heard a jingle. My heart stopped. I put the boxed down and fished out a collar.

Worn black leather with a single O-ring.

Carolina’s collar.

"I thought you would want it back." She shrugged.

"I don’t." I choked.

"But Pete, I’m not your submissive anymore." All of the words prior to this - break up. Roy. Separation. Moving on. All of those were regular words I could simply brush off. Words that I hear every day.

But what we had was deeper. Giving her the collar, having her accept it meant she was mine. She was my submissive, body and soul. I owned every inch of her - took her from a shy and afraid of her own capabilities, to an eager, passionate woman who wanted my every touch. And I used to wrap this collar around her neck and whisper... "You are mine." And her eyes rolled back in her head... the words she most desperately wanted to hear.

There were I love yous, there were I want yous, and I need yous throughout the landscape of relationships that were nice. But "You are mine" was the deeper devotion for me. She knew I meant it every time.

I held that collar in my hand, the worn leather black band. Softened by years of use. I looked at Carolina, trying to brush this off. Pretending this didn’t mean that much. But she’s not that good of a faker. For all the ADHD hardons she had towards trends, for each "new me" she woke up aspiring to, this part of her wasn’t going to wash off like she imagined it would.

"What?" She scoffed. "It’s just a collar. A thing. If you gave me jewelry, I’d have given that back, too."

"Are you sure? Are you sure you want to do this?" I said, trying to keep the pain from creeping in every word I said. I’m supposed to be the strong one here. It’s so much weaker to pretend not to care. It’s easy, but it’s wrong. Carolina was choosing easy. I was being strong.

I looked her in the eyes. Searching for her real feelings. Carolina looked at me, considering. I put the collar in her hands and she looked at the thing she had worn for me for so long. She bit her lip, trying so hard to pretend it was nothing.

It welled up within her - threatened to overpower her. I expected her to break at any moment and kneel before me. Kneel and beg me for forgiveness. And I love it when she begs, so I would take her back. And we’d be on the couch again, watching Netflix. And there would be no more Roys. There would be us.

"I’m sure." She managed. "I would like you to release me, Sir."

She placed the collar back in my hands. "Please." She said. There is strength in being kind, but those words rang so sharply in my ears that all the kindness sprung a leak.

"Please, say something," Carolina whispered.

I don’t know how long I had been silent. I looked down at her, worry scribbled across her brow.

"Okay," I say, but my tongue feels too big for my mouth. The words come out like I’m spitting out cotton balls. Or, it sounds perfectly fine and my mind is just drunk on the information.

And I look down at her, in that lingerie, her big worried eyes. And a thought jump starts my mind and body. I reach across and stroke her cheek. "You were mine," I say, quietly. Carolina shrugs, trying not to let that soak in.

And I kiss her.

I kiss her ferociously and knowing full well this is the last time she and I will ever kiss. I kiss her knowing Roy will be in here fucking her in just a few days time. And what we have here is in borrowed minutes.

And like some crack in the dam of Carolina, all that nonchalance can’t hold back her eager, excited body. Rousing to the best we were. And often, we had been pretty good.

She pushes into my kiss, letting our tongues touch and explore with a new found urgency. I push her against the wall behind her. She’s panting already. Her nipples pressing dangerously against her lingerie.

One hand goes to her neck, feeling once were her collar rested - reminding her. And the other goes between her legs, greeting her instantly moist lips. Oh, she can pretend she doesn’t care...

I stroke her clit, Carolina moans. She feels urgently at the crotch of my pants. I reward her by thrusting my jean-clad cock into her hands. She goes to zip it up and release her neck and push her hand away. Wag my finger at her.

She’s never been allowed to unzip my pants. One of my rules.

I don’t give Carolina time for protests as I whirl her around to the bed, throwing her down next to the box.

I pull my shirt off, secretly thanking myself for binging on gym time during our break-up. Carolina is panting in anticipation.

I put my hand between her breasts. I can feel her throbbing heartbeat. Her wide eyes wondering at what I might do next to her. I grab the lace of that stupid nightie. And --

RIIIP!

I tear it open from top to bottom, exposing more of her gorgeous glowing skin - her curvy hips and shaved pussy. Her hair strewn around the bed, each highlight like a ray of sun.

I’m salivating just looking at her. Kneel down beside the bed and shove my face into her pussy. Licking and sucking the folds of her lips that makes Carolina uncontrollably arch her back. She is so wet and hot - I always loved how she smelled. I poke my tongue into her hole, feeling the heat flush as her pleasure awakens. I tongue her as she writhes. Her body trembles and her hips push into me as she can only manage an "Oh, god" her throat. She’s bucking. She’s about to cum. I know how badly she wants it.

I consider getting up and leaving her there. In the lurch. Desperately wanting more and having to go without. Forever. I stop and she whimpers. Immediately worried that might be just what she deserves. It is.

"Beg me."

"Oh, please. Please! I need you to make me cum. I need it."

"You need it from me?"

"Yes, please."

I pull my hand away. Shake my head. "Then it’s a shame what you’ve done. I hope Roy can make you--"

"--Not like this! No one’s like this. But you. Please."

She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. Certain I’m about to walk away. But, my cock is throbbing. I’d be punishing both of us.

"Flip over, hands and knees."

And she does just that, her pear-shaped ass presented at me. I spank her. A light sting, Carolina sucks in her breath. Surprised. Wetter by the minute. "That’s for treating me like shit," I tell her.

I spank her again, harder. She arches with the impact, a gasp and a moan racing out of her as she exhales. "That’s for leaving me for Roy. And this..." I shove three fingers deep inside her greedy pussy and they disappear deep within her. "That’s for you." It’s more than enough to send her over the edge. Carolina cums, screaming with all of her might. I don’t stop as she rides the wave of pleasure... eeking out more with every thrust of my fingers into her. Over and over until she is spent and her juices are dribbling down my hand.

And with that I stand over her panting, lovely used body and unzip my pants.

"Suck." I order her.

And she’s off the bed and onto her knees without another syllable. She eagerly takes my cock into her mouth, and I feel the rush of my cock being worshipped - at last. with each stroke, I feel her tongue flicker along my shaft and up the crest of my head. She stops to lick and suck at the top before thrusting her head back down. I love it so much I guide her head up and down. My hands grab fistfuls of her hair, push her back down on my cock again. I’m mesmerized by Carolina’s bobbing head, her small naked form curled up in front of me, with no focus but my cock.

No health food fads. No Roy.

Me.

I cum hard, shooting straight down Carolina’s throat.

My pulse throbs from my chest to my groin. I wipe my cum off her quivering lip. Those big eyes lost in the moment, still feeling that collar she felt she could just throw in a box. Realizing her next new fad is probably over before it began.

I gently whisper in her ear:

"I release you."

Next Chapter: The Negotiation - Bea