Most of my fans probably think that I’m the one in the relationship who’s dominant. To be fair, whenever we’re out and about, I’m the one who leads the way, holds the door open for you and in almost every photo of us on the red carpet, my hand is always situated on your hip, like I’m making sure that everyone knows that you belong to me.

What they don’t know, however, is that whenever we get back to the privacy of a hotel room, or our own home, I’m completely under your control. You tell me what to do, and I obey. No one really knows about this kinky side we have. And I like that, to have something that only we know about. Because living in the public eye makes you have very few private things.

We’ve been a couple for about two years now. We met at some bar, hooked up in the tiny bathroom while absolutely wasted and then we went back to my hotel room. And the rest is history. I have to admit, that when I woke up the night after our hookup, my head pounding, you still sleeping peacefully next to me, I didn’t feel regret like I usually did after one night stands. No. I didn’t want you to leave. I guess you’re just.. different.

We’ve been experimenting a lot through our time together. We started as horny teenagers filled with raging hormones, and we’ve now grown into adults, who doesn’t only fuck because it feels good, but also because we get to be so close to each other. Sharing such an intimate moment together when you’re in love is so utterly amazing.

But like I mentioned earlier, we tend to be kinda kinky..

Tonight we were at this party with a few friends. Our friends have gotten used to us being affectionate around them. Tonight is a bit different though. We had this argument before we left and for the whole night I’ve ignored your attempts at being affectionate. Whenever you tried to kiss me, I would intentionally turn my cheek to you instead. So shitty of me, I know.

I should’ve known better. You sent a text to me about two hours after we arrived. “I’m leaving now.” you wrote. It was still early, people weren’t really drunk yet and the vibe had just gotten to that point everyone enjoyed. I had no option but to come with you, since we arrived together in our car, and I didn’t want to just let you go. I may be a dick sometimes, but I do know how much I love and care for you.

Now, we’re back at our flat. You refused to even acknowledge me the whole drive back. When we stepped inside the door, you gave me simple instructions; take off my clothes and lie down on my back on the bed in our bedroom. I felt bad enough for not being good to you at the party, so I obliged.

You made me wait for twenty minutes before you waltzed in, your expression firm and unreadable. My eyes followed your every little movement as you started tying my hands together with those silk ropes you bought a few months back. I would lie if I told you this doesn’t excite me…

We’ve been doing this for about an hour, I’d say. You start pleasing me, making me a desperate squirming mess before you stop, just before I can reach my high, making me a whining, begging man.

I swallow my desperation as you once again start walking away from me. “Wait babe please, I need you. Promise I’ll make you feel good.. just.. let me finish” I whine pathetically.