Stephenson pov
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I take in a deep breathe as I stare at her marked ass ,as she's asleep next to me
But not touching me
Her eyes looks swollen ,her wrists carrying the mark I left on her
Her ass holding my hand imprints
Her cries didn't stop ,nor her pleads
But nothing could stop me
She's mine. All of her.
I look down at her as I hear her whisper
She looks tired , no …
She looks broken
And the reason ,is me
Submission isn't fear always
It's trust too
Or maybe I'm just an asshole , who enjoys cries and pains
She flinches as I run my hand behind her neck ,as I push her hair in the front
Maybe it's just me , whose tired
Whose too dark or too pieced
I was so happy when all my focus was just on my business and my money
Even it is , still my focus
But ,
