Getting Attention

"You're an asshole! I've had enough of your crap! I don't give a damn what you do anymore, you jerk." 

The words ripped through the air like sulfuric acid tearing into the fabric of their relationship. Joey needed to let off steam, but as soon as she said the words, part of her wanted to take them back. He wasn't giving her any affection, something she felt she needed on this day. He had told her she was an obsessive attention whore. ("Okay, so if he knows it, why doesn't he give me more attention?") She sensed it was her perceptions and warped thinking that were giving rise to such reasoning, but as she watched him admiring the waitress's cleavage over and over, her patience snapped. The argument started and she blurted out her curses.  

The drive back to his place was like riding in a hearse where the deceased was hated. Neither spoke. The fuck you anger filled the car. He cranked the radio so they could both be alone with their rancid thoughts.  

At the condo, the silent treatment continued on both sides. Joey started packing. Their weekend together was over and it was high time she went.  

"You know, you're a fucking cunt."

This degrading and abusive insult pierced deep into her soul, giving rise to an abandoned rage that was now triggered to explode. "Fuck you! Do you hear me? Fuck you! I'm not interested. You're an animal!"

"You're a stupid bitch."

She wanted to smack him, but would not take that step. The venomous banshee felt the urge to scream psychotically and not stop. "You're a bastard! Fuck you!" She threw her damp used tissues at her Dom, hitting him in the face with them.  

"Let me tell you exactly what you are going to do now, Joey. You are going to take off all your clothes and get completely naked. You will then crawl over to the sofa. You will kneel before the first cushion with your hands flat on the couch. You will raise your ass up high in the air with your legs spread. You will wait for me to come in behind you to slide my cock into either your pussy or your ass. While you are waiting, you will keep your mouth shut."

Joey was aghast. "What the fuck are you talking about? I cannot believe you are saying this. Fuck you again! I'm leaving so fuck you twice!"

"You're not going to leave. You're going to do exactly what I just told you to do. Furthermore, after I penetrate you, you are going to announce loudly: "Sir, you are right. I am a fucking cunt."

"Well, sir, you are a moron." She stuffed her bags hurriedly. It was over. It was time to go. She didn't need to swim in this swamp.  

"You are insecure. That is not my problem. You fear rejection. That is your problem. Your wounds are self-inflicted, I merely try to give you armor."

She kept packing, but her ears opened because his tone was now serious. After all, he was her Dominant. But it wasn't enough. She was leaving.  

"Why are you choosing misery over ecstasy?"

"I'm not. I'm getting away from the misery of being with you."

"Really? And this is how you're gonna do that? You'll drive home, stopping for a bottle of wine on the way, and when you get there you'll have a few glasses, and get pissed off in your thoughts before breaking out in tears. Sounds like a lot of fun to me! But that's the choice you are making."

Joey couldn't respond because his words rang true, but she still felt angry.

"On the other hand, if you do what you are told, you will be the very center of attention. You will know that you are the one who matters when I'm thrusting into you. And all that anger you're feeling right now? It will melt, evaporate in the heat. It's angry love that morphs into hard physical loving that will get us both reaching back for more to give. You like energy. We'll soak each other in sweat."

His words hit her hard in the gut. It pissed her off to feel it, but her resistance was flagging. The appeal of surrendering to primal sex was huge. Fucking sounded so damn good.  

"Fuck you." The submissive was not quite ready yet to resubmit. But he noticed the softening in her tone.  

"Do it." 

She glared at him but the fire in her eyes had died. She knew he could sense it.  

"There is no way I am saying that." 

"You will say exactly that."

"I'm leaving."

"You will say it for two reasons. One, it will annihilate any guilt you may feel over your verbal assault on me. Two, it will leave you without ego. You will have nothing left to defend, you will be completely free from the restraints of Joey."

The submissive looked at her Dominant. There was a silence in the room. He knew the next one to speak would be giving in.  

"Fuck you." She could only whisper the words in a soft voice. Joey felt her surrender, but she also knew her sea of anger would become an ocean of pleasure as the tides of passion within changed. It was another minute before she rose. She slowly and deliberately stripped, unbuttoning and unzipping as he watched her with rising desire in his eyes. She could see it.  

She pulled her fur-lined leather collar from her night bag and put it around her neck. The obedient sub then crawled to the couch and leaned over with her ass high and her legs spread. The Dom paused deliberately to ratchet the tension.  

He moved in behind her and in one swift motion buried his cock to the hilt in her soaked pussy. There was a short pause.

"Sir,... Sir, you are right. I am a fucking cunt."

As soon as the words came out, she was gone. Her power of will vanished in the heat. As in previous heavy scenes with her Dom, her surrender opened the floodgates of pleasure leaving her submerged in sensations of endorphin-filled joy. They loved with force and energy that would not lag. Fingernails dug into flesh as their sweat-soaked bodies ground against each other in a symphony of passion-filled moans and heavy breathing.  

They were back.