For the past few weeks, I’ve made up for being an asshole and proved to Scarlett that I could be the man she needs. We have gone out to dinner several times, went on actual dates to the movies, and did normal couple things together without me talking Scarlett into having sex with me in the bathroom. I don’t know what it is with me and public places, but I love the idea of someone catching me in the act.

Scarlett likes it too, whether she will admit it or not. But I don’t cross that line anymore when we’re out together. We have all the time in the world when we are home. Ever since Scarlett came back to me, I’ve been on my best behavior. Maybe she has changed me for the better. I find myself not wanting to inflict pain as much as before.

She’s doing something to me. Mending my damaged heart, perhaps? I still don’t understand what is happening to me. In return for our date nights, Scarlett agreed to indulge me in my dark and kinky fantasies. Scarlett likes it rough, but I have to control myself. I can never lose myself again with her.

Scarlett comes into the bedroom and stands in front of me, wearing a tight pink dress. Her nipples are like daggers pointed at me. She said her dress didn’t pair well with a bra, which I didn’t buy for one second. It was all part of her plan to kill me. I couldn’t focus on anything but her huge rack all through dinner. And she’s all mine.

I step forward, thinking about what I want to do to Scarlett first. Starting with her dress, I lift it over her head and expose her breasts to the cold air. With the heat wave rolling through Southern California, we’ve had the air conditioner on all week.

The chill in the room causes bumps to dot her skin, Scarlett’s nipples getting even harder under my gaze. I massage her breasts in my hands, rolling my thumbs over the tiny buds. Scarlett tilts her head back and moans.

Leaning down to kiss her, I move one hand to her ass and lift her up, pressing my erection into her stomach. She wraps her arms around my neck and digs her legs into my lower back, twisting her fingers through my hair as she pulls me closer to deepen the kiss. Sparks fly between us that send shockwaves through my body, igniting every pleasure point at the same time. Every ounce of self-control I exuded this week makes each second of my time with Scarlett worth it.

Panting and unable to speak, we break away from each other just long enough to get some air, before I lift her up higher so that I can suck on her nipples, tugging at them lightly with my teeth. After I give each breast its fair turn, I set Scarlett on the floor. She studies me as I yank on my belt and slip it through the loops of my black slacks. A part of me wants to spank her with it. But I don’t. Instead, I throw it on the floor next to me.

Scarlett blinks a few times, her gaze never leaving mine. She analyzes me as I push my pants, along with his boxers, down to my ankles. My pulse pounds from the silence between us. We haven’t spoken a word since before we made out in the elevator on the ride up to the apartment.

I kick off my shoes and step out of my clothes, moving them behind me with my foot. Then, I place my palm on Scarlett’s head and guide her to the floor in front of me. I love seeing the hunger in Scarlett’s eyes as she leans forward to take my length in her hand. She knows me well enough to get right to it, stroking my cock gently before she picks up the pace.

I make eye contact with Scarlett as she wraps her lips around my thick cock, closing my eyes for a second before I open them again. Unlike other submissives I’ve had in the past, Scarlett has never needed much instruction. She can give a blowjob like a pro and without me even directing her.

With a sexy-as-fuck glaze in her eyes, she peeks up at me, as I take a chunk of her hair between my fingers and squeeze. The muscles in my arms flex as I tighten my grip, holding her in place. Scarlett teases me, just as I have done to her in the past, and stops sucking my cock long enough to drag her tongue all the way up my shaft.

“Fuck, Scar,” I mumble under my breath. “Now, be a good girl and suck my cock until my come fills your mouth.”

Scarlett loves it when I watch her suck my cock. It turns her on so much that she reaches between her legs with her other hand to rub her clit.

“That’s it, baby,” I grunt. “I want you to come with me.”

She gives me a look of acknowledgment before I force her to take all of me at once. I’m big, even by most standards, so deep throating my cock is no easy task for Scarlett. But she has no problem working my shaft with one hand, her pussy with the other, and her mouth doing the rest.

I rake my fingers through her hair, choking her again when I lift my hips to go deeper into her mouth. She doesn’t stop for a second, continuing to suck and stroke me, all while fingering herself.

“Damn, baby,” I hiss.

Her moans are so loud, the vibration sends a tremor up my shaft and to my balls that make it hard for me to hold off any longer. After Scarlett swallows, she peeks up at me, waiting for me to give the next instruction. She will do whatever I want tonight. That was part of the deal. But the time we had spent apart was enough to make me realize that I never want to lose Scarlett again. We both have our limits.

“Good girl,” I say, patting the top of her head.

She smiles up at me.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me.”

Always obedient, Scarlett stands up, staring at me for a few seconds, before she follows my order. She sinks into the mattress, leans her head back against the wooden headboard, and opens her legs, taking in the sight of me as I crawl between her thighs.

I kiss her bare skin slowly, inching my way up her thigh to torture her. To intensify her pleasure, I take my good old time leaving kisses on the inseam of her thighs and breathe on her wet pussy. She squeals when I blow on her slick folds, even though Scarlett knows not to make a sound until I tell her. But I shake it off. Some rules are no longer in effect.

Scarlett’s body tightens beneath me the more I taunt her. She balls her hands into fists at her sides and lifts her hips up to push her pussy against my lips.

“Bad girl,” I say, peeking up at her. “Good things come to girls who wait.”

“Aiden, please. I am dying here. Don’t make me use my safeword.”

“That’s not what it is for.”

“I don’t care just let me come already.”

Giving in to her request, I bury my face between her legs and slide my tongue between her slick folds. She makes a hissing sound and holds her breath, looking as though she’s unable to move. As I lap up her juices and suck on her clit, Scarlett writhes beneath me, and even more so when I push two fingers inside her. With each flick of my tongue, I bring Scarlett to the point of convulsing, putting all of my focus on hitting her sweet spot.

She leans forward to grip my hair in her hands, which forces my tongue further inside her wetness, as she holds me tight and screams my name.

I lick her pussy once more before I remove my fingers and leave a trail of kisses down her thighs. She watches me as I sit up and lick her juices from my skin.

“Happy?” I ask with a wicked smirk.

She nods. “Uh-huh.”

“Good because I’m done taking it easy on you.”

“Go ahead, Aiden. Fuck me as hard as you like.”

Grabbing her hips, I position myself at her entrance and thrust into her, not bothering to give her a second to adjust to my size. I fuck her hard, so fucking hard that she closes her eyes from the pain. The wooden headboard bangs loudly into the wall, making me thankful I don’t have neighbors.

With her legs wrapped around me and digging into my back, Scarlett pushes me further inside her, biting down on her lip as she looks up at me. Once again, Scarlett comes undone beneath me, because I allow her to come. Date nights are an exception to my withholding orgasms rule. But that doesn’t mean I have to make it easy for her to get what she wants. I give a little to get a little.

Right after she comes, I pull out long enough to flip her over and onto her stomach. I’ve been waiting for this all night. I love fucking Scarlett from behind. I grip her hips and pump into her even harder than before. This time, I am more violent and aggressive. My hands hurt from clutching her so tight. But we work through our pain.

Scarlett allows me to lose myself in her. And I do. I can’t stop myself from fisting her hair in my fingers so that she has to look up at me. My skin tingles from the excitement and pleasure, the pure high I get from fucking Scarlett. I bring her lips to mine and kiss her, sliding my cock deeper inside her.

She moans in my mouth and pants with each thrust. Clutching the sheets between her fingers, she continues to kiss me, all while screaming into my mouth. My balls slap against her ass the faster I move, so it only seems fitting that I raise my hand to spank her, as I take what I want from her.

Her pussy tightens its hold me, and her juices coat my skin, as a series of orgasms wreck her one after another. I wait until her body relaxes before pulling out of her again. With a steady hand, I flip her onto her back and lift one of her legs over my shoulder to fuck her from a different angle. I can’t get enough of Scarlett. I’m a ravenous beast tonight. My appetite is insatiable.

Kissing her inner thigh, I glance down at her, holding her focus as I go deeper and deeper. Until I decide to her show Scarlett my softer side. I drop her leg onto the bed and bend forward to kiss her, slowing down just enough to make it hurt less as she comes again, my name a whisper on her lips.

Her screams eventually die off in my mouth, and her body trembles beneath me. After I come, I look into her eyes and kiss her forehead before sliding out of her. Out of breath, I roll onto my side of the mattress. I can barely function, still high from my orgasm.

Knowing that I probably hurt her, I roll off the bed and walk into the master bathroom without a word. I wet a washcloth with warm water and ring it out, before heading back into the bedroom.

Scarlett props a few pillows behind her head and studies me. “What are you doing?”

I plop down on the mattress next to her and open her legs with my hand. “I hurt you; I know I did. I was so—”

“Rough,” she finishes for me.

I meet her gaze, rubbing the wet cloth between her legs. “I tried to be gentler with you.”

“I’m used to it by now. You don’t have to clean me up.”

I laugh. “I like taking care of you, Scar, but I also like doing this to you. I’m fucked up.”

“I know, Aiden. Remember that I let you. I wanted you to dominate me. Otherwise, I would have used my safeword.”

“I can’t keep losing control with you, Scar.”

She stops me from touching her pussy with the cloth by holding her hand over mine. “I’m okay, Aiden. You can stop now.”

I glance down at the ring on her finger, thinking about the promises we made to each other. Whether she’s submissive by nature or not, Scarlett is mine. But that doesn’t mean I won’t lose her again if I take things too far.

“We should talk about why you were so rough,” she says, causing me to panic. “Let’s go over how you were feeling before and up to that point. I especially want to know what you were thinking while you were fucking me.”

“Can we do this later? You’re killing the moment.”

She shakes her head. “No, I want to do it now. That was part of my deal. You have to open up to me when you go into that dark place so that I can pull you out.”

I move my hand back from her thigh and ball the washcloth in my hand. “But I feel fine now. All better.”

“While that is true, you were not feeling the same way when we were having sex.”

“Nothing comes to mind. I don’t know how to explain it so that you will understand.”

“Do you ever think of anything from the past that causes you to act out?”

“I’m not acting out, Scar. This is who I am. You either like it, or you don’t.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “I wouldn’t be here, living with you in this apartment, if I had a problem with how you treat me.”

“From one psychologist to another, I will tell you this. I have good days and bad days. There are times when I can be gentle and sweet and others when I am rough and aggressive. Nothing specific triggers this behavior. I get lost inside you and caught up in the height of my pleasure. I don’t have a medical explanation for it. Asking me why I like to dominate you in the bedroom is no different than asking you why you let me. Is there something wrong with you that you allow me to spank, whip, and fuck you until I leave marks on your skin?”

She cocks an eyebrow at me. Someone women would be offended but not Scarlett. “You make an excellent point, Dr. Shaw.”

“Oh, now I’m Dr. Shaw. Okay, Dr. O’Brien.”

I get comfortable on my side of the bed, and in one swift motion, I grip Scarlett’s hips and pull her on top of me. My cock gets hard again when she rubs her wet pussy along my sensitive skin.

Scarlett pushes her palms to my chest and lifts her hips just enough to slide onto my cock. We both moan as she drags her nails along my chest and rides me hard.

“You’re right,” she says, picking up the pace, the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust. “You like handing out punishments just as much as I like getting them. I don’t have a fucked up family issue or drama from my past to explain why my pussy gets wet when you smack me on the ass, or why I come so fucking hard after you make me wait for my orgasms. But I like it. I love it.”

“I love you,” I say, moving to her rhythm, our bodies so perfectly in sync as if made for each other.

“I. Love. You. Too.” Scarlett pronounces every syllable, as she rides my cock along with her orgasm.

She’s the best non-submissive of all the submissives I ever had.