by Jorja Tabu
“You’re not a monster,” Lisa said, taking a small step towards him. He was silent. “If you are, then I am as well, I guess.”
“Never,” he said, not turning around.
“Did it ever occur to you that one of the reasons you…you say you love me is that… I am submissive to your demands? No matter how ridiculous, I always acquiesced?” He slowly turned to look at her. “I’ve never thought of myself that way, but the incident with the coffee…” She offered a small smile to inflect the word, trying to bring him back from the despair that shadowed him. “I am strong. I am able to make difficult decisions, and I carry the weight for a lot of people.” Lisa lifted her chin. “But I’m not afraid of submitting to you. You, specifically. I want to—I want you to devour me. Possess me, the way you promised you would do with the woman you loved. If you really love me, sir, that’s what I want, if I stay,” she finished, taking another small step towards him.
“I don’t understand,” he whispered, clearly afraid to move towards her.
“I couldn’t work like this, thinking I’m just a way for you to vent your frustrations. I can’t take your money while you spank me,” she said, her voice shaking. “If you love me—“
His lips were on hers; they were firm, but so soft, as they slid over her she heard him murmur that he did, of course he did, could she really want him? Could she really want to be with him? And she answered wordlessly, yes, her mouth seeking his, her kiss echoing through them both, the hot sun setting behind his back, his eyes like broken beams of stolen starlight, all for her, he whispered, always for her, my love.
