This woman had you stressed out.

You met Charlotte a couple of months ago on Tinder and your relationship was purely casual. It was hard not to involve feelings when being with such a beautiful woman—especially when she could make you see stars with a mere brush of her long fingers—but you were managing pretty well. You held so much love for her in your heart, a love that was difficult to express thanks to the type of relationship the two of you had, yet a part of you knew she felt the same way.

She had this funny way of rewarding you after your encounters—a small chocolate bar would always be handled to you the moment after you caught your breath. You never thought too much about it, always enjoying the sweet treat while you watched her prepare a shower for the two of you, until today. She had texted you in quite a needy manner—begging you to meet her at this fancy ass hotel—, and you definitely didn't need to be told twice.

Everything went as well as usual, expect for the lack of the chocolate bar on your hands. Fuck, did you not make her feel good enough? She always had your reward on her bag, so what changed? You couldn't help but to overthink about the whole situation, and she eventually took notice of the change in your behavior. "Is something wrong, sweetheart?" She softly asked, slowly running her fingers through your sweaty hair. Before you could mention where your candy was, you realized something.

She had you trained like a fucking dog.