I wrote this is under an hour, I'm sick, but I read the reviews and I'm feeling the love. This is a hard fic, it's not everyone's cup of tea. My next point, this is more of a filler chapter, I just needed something there to build the next chapter. Enjoy xx
Three days went by without drama. Three days without tension or hostility. The couple enjoyed each other's presence and time together, taking turns to cook and clean and make the other laugh.
Until it all came crashing down.
"Alison I have to go back to work." Emily said one morning, showered, hair pulled back, casual wear donned to pull on an apron and serve customers, make coffee and get through the day to get a pay check in the end.
"Why? You don't need it." Alison argued, stubbornly standing in front of the doorway of their bedroom, seeing as most of Emily's things were here now, and she wasn't ever returning to the place she used to call home. This was her home now, Alison had decided.
"It's alright pay, it's good to have experience. My parents don't have a lot like yours, I need to look after myself." Emily argued back, coming to stand in front of her girlfriend. They'd been at this for an hour already, all she wanted to do was leave by now.
"Do as I say, Emily." Alison warned. She wasn't in the mood. Why did Emily, or more correctly, Emily's soon to be former workplace, have to ruin this for them?
"Or what?"
Alison raised an eyebrow. The whole argument had been a testament to her power, her decision making, Emily's trust in her. This was the final straw. The questioning, a challenge. She took a step, watching the vulnerability in Emily seep through, a faltered step back by her girlfriend.
"I've been so lenient with you Em, perhaps that was a mistake." Alison spoke slowly, lurching forward, hands on Emily's shoulders and with a harsh push, forcing Emily to stumble down onto her knees.
Perfect.
"No speaking. Don't even look at me until I'm done with you." Alison said, enjoying the way Emily rebelled for the smallest moment, glancing up unsurely before glancing back down to the floor. Moving behind her girlfriend, Alison first took out Emily's hair, letting her hair fall down her shoulders, running her fingers gently through Emily's hair as she began to speak.
"Tell me Emily, do you really enjoying working there? Yes or no."
"Yes."
Alison nodded, she wasn't angry, Emily was being honest, that's what she wanted, it would put her in less trouble for being honest, maybe, sub-consciously, Emily knew that, deep, deep down.
"Do you think of me as weak?"
"No."
Alison smiled, kicking off the shoes she'd put on to follow Emily out the door, should she have somehow made it out of their room. This would be good.
"Then why, Emily, am I constantly having to prove myself, hm? You're so determined with this job, you won't let me prove I'm enough!" Alison's voice rose, coming to stand in front of Emily, gripping long dark locks, forcing Emily to meet her eyes. Fear met Alison. Good.
Still pulling Emily's hair, Alison manipulated her body, pulled her over the bed, front flush against the bed covers, unable to see Alison anymore who stood behind her.
Emily tried to breathe, the pain having subsided from Alison pulling her hair. Tears already stung her eyes, hearing the disappointment in Alison's voice hurt more than when the other had pulled her hair.
"Baby, you never learn. I'm going to have to teach you, okay?" Alison stood behind her, taking in the sight. If she wasn't so angry she'd love to lean over Emily, kiss her neck, her spine, caress her from behind and make her cry from pleasure.
Too bad, it had to be the opposite.
"You don't have to count this time. Take it as a warning to be good." Alison said. Emily lifted her head in confusion, about to ask when a harsh hand landed on her ass, a yelp of pain leaving her lips, quick to try and scramble across the bed and away from Alison.
"Shh, hey, it's easier if you lay still Emily, or I'll add more. Come on, ten with your jeans, ten without and your lucky I don't use your hairbrush." Alison cooed, her body tingled at the sound of Emily's cry, Alison's hand coming down on denim another nine times, only having to pull Emily back into the position she wanted her twice.
"This will hurt more, okay? But it's so you get the message." Alison said, hands unzipping Emily's jeans, pulling them down to her knees.
Emily had already started to cry, tears staining her cheeks. By now, she just wanted to curl up with Alison, cursing herself for picking up the phone this morning.
"Next time."
Alison slapped her hard, her own hand stinging as Emily's cheeks bloomed bright red.
"You'll ask me Emily, before you want to go anywhere."
She switched cheeks, Emily's cries spurring her. All Alison wanted was red sore cheeks to remind Emily of what she'd done. And perhaps, something Alison could admire for a few days.
"You'll trust me to look after you."
Alison came down hard in a surge of slaps, Emily's bum hot under her hands, a noticeable red even against Emily toned skin. Instead of comforting her girlfriend just yet, Alison had other ideas and she moved to the other side of the bed, having to bite her lip at the sight.
Emily's hair was a mess, her hands clutched the sheets for support, her face was wet with tears, eyes swollen, apology on her swollen lips. Alison resisted the urge to kiss her, instead, she picked up Emily's phone, dialling the contact labelled 'work' and putting them on speaker.
"Emily? Please tell me you're still coming in we-"
"I'm sorry, Emily's not able to come in. In fact, it's better if you cancel her employment there for good. She won't be returning."
The line went silent, Alison deciding it wasn't worth waiting for a response as she hung up. Alison went around the bed, pulling Emily's underwear over her hips, but pulling the jeans away, knowing they wouldn't be comfortable right now. Positioning herself at the headboard, Alison coaxed Emily towards her, placing her girlfriends head in her neck, accepting her apologies with a kiss to the cheek.
"Promise me you'll be good now, baby I hate doing that."
A lie, but one she could get away with.
"I promise, Alison I'm so sorry."
Minutes passed as Emily calmed down, her breathing evening. She didn't fall asleep, but she did enjoy relaxing against Alison. If she'd only known god Emily felt like an idiot, not trusting herself to ask why Alison hadn't said anything sooner.
"You were very pretty like that." Alison mumbled, kissing her cheek again, a hand brushing down Emily's back.
"Crying?" Emily asked confused, not daring to move while Alison was being so gently with her.
"Tears, needy, you don't know how much it turns me on." Alison went on to explain, soothing Emily when she tensed, mumbling praises when she relaxed.
"I know you're confused, you have a lot to learn, but you're already perfect Em, and mine. Nothing will happen that's not good for you."
Silence filled the air for a moment, Emily sitting up, squirming slightly.
"I trust you." Emily said, leaning in to kiss Alison softly.
Barely having time to contain her smirk, Alison allowed herself to be pulled into the kiss, savouring it for a moment. Her heart soared, not wanting to forget this moment, not ever.
Eventually though, Alison grew bored of the kiss, it was nice and all, but she wanted more. Grabbing Emily's hips, Alison guided her to sit in her lap, deepening the kiss once Emily was firmly there.
"I love you, y'know that." Alison said, letting Emily break away to breathe.
"I know. I love you too." Emily smiled, licking her lips, leaning in to press shy kisses against Alison's neck.
"I want you Emily. Tell me you want me too."
Emily nodded, still kissing Alison's neck gently, no intention to answer her verbally until a warning tap landed on her already very sore skin.
"I want you too, Alison." Emily whispered, pulling away to meet Alison's eyes. She was in some discomfort, knowing she'd likely be uncomfortable for a few days, but it was the last thing on her mind right now.
"I know when, when I've been rough with you, you haven't had much of a choice. This is different. This is making love, fucking, sex, whatever you want to call it. You have to want this too, okay?" Alison didn't want to force her into anything, which seemed ironic, but Alison only manipulated Emily to do the things her girlfriend didn't realise she needed. Alison wasn't about to take advantage of her when it came to sex.
"N-Not today? I'm just, it hurts to sit like this and, and I-"
Alison cut her off, finger pressed to her lips, nodding silently.
"Lay on your front, I'll get some cream, it'll help the heat. We won't have sex until you're ready, okay?"
It was later, when Alison had left Emily to sleep, knowing her girlfriend had been overwhelmed, that Emily's doubt made an appearance. Emily was still laying on her front, the blinds and door closed to keep out the light.
Sore and uncertain, Emily reached for her phone, texting the only person she knew could help right now.
Can we talk?
How stupid could she be?