Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (continued)

[samgreenvalley]

Dara grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, his breathing ragged. "What are you doing to me?"
 
"I'm showing you the truth." She didn't pull back. "The truth you've been hiding from yourself."
 
"Stop it." His voice was strained. "This isn't—I'm not—"
 
"You are." She stepped back, letting the sheet fall away from her body. She stood before him, naked and unashamed, her body still marked by other men. "Look at me, Dara. Look at what they did to me. And tell me you're not hard."
 
His eyes traveled down her body—her breasts, her stomach, the cum still drying on her thighs. His jaw worked, but no words came.
 
"You see?" She smiled, slow and dangerous. "You're not angry. You're jealous. And jealous makes you hard. Jealous makes you want to reclaim me. Jealous makes you want to fuck me so hard that I forget every other man who's ever touched me."
 
His hands clenched into fists. "You're playing games."
 
"I'm playing the only game that matters." She walked toward him, her hips swaying. "The game of who owns who. And you know what, Dara? You own me. You've always owned me. But you forgot that. You forgot that owning someone means taking responsibility for them. It means controlling them. It means making them yours in every way."
 
"You wanted to be controlled?"
 
"I needed to be controlled." She reached up and traced a finger down his chest. "And you're the only man who can do it. The only man who ever could."
 
He grabbed her wrist again, his grip fierce. "You're a manipulative little bitch, you know that?"
 
"Yes." She smiled up at him. "But I'm your manipulative little bitch. And you love that about me."
 
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