Page 10 of Loving Her: The Kinky Affair

“I am sorry about how I made you feel and the things I made you do. I didn’t mean to humiliate you doing them. It is how I know how to show love to you. This is me, and I am not trying to be otherwise,” Kyle continued.

"How could you treat me like that? You know I love you, but all you did was hurt me,” I said.

Kyle had taken me into his arms, and my head was on his chest now. It was the first time we were like this in about six months. It felt strange as it was soothing to hear his heart thump in his chest.

"I am sorry," he repeated, "But I thought you loved being my sub and the things that come with it. What changed?"

I looked up at Kyle, unsure how he could still say that after my explanation and the six months of swapping roles.

"How could you say that? You gave me to your friends. You let Roger and Stuart have what's yours. Does it not bother you?" I asked.

Kyle exhaled deeply and said, "Firstly, I didn't allow them. I didn't let Roger do that to you. He did what he wanted to do from the first day. I don't like to say this, but it is perhaps because of the money he gave me."

“He gave you or paid you. Didn’t you sell me off to him? If you were in his shoes, wouldn’t you do the same thing to me?” I asked. “Come on, Kyle. I am done with you.”

I was walking away when Kyle held me, “I don’t want you to feel bad about this anymore. I am sorry. Can we put this sad episode behind us? It is just a week to six months of war between us. I think it is enough,” he said.

"So, is it because of the timing that you are saying all of this, isn't it? It has taken you six months, and you didn't find the words to apologize until now.”

“If that’s the case, I could have as well allowed the time to roll by without saying anything to you. But I want us to go back to who we were. I miss the Andrea that was my wife.”

“The wife that you shared with your friends. Rather than go back to that, I would rather let Samantha have me to herself.”

“There you go again. Samantha? What is it with that woman? I don't like her one bit, and forcing me to have sex with her was one of the worst experiences I ever had. What did you two do since yesterday that you disappeared with her?”

“Leave Samantha out of this, please. Whatever I did with her was not different from anything you made me do with your friends. But at least, with her, I wouldn’t have different dicks and smelly sperm in my cunt. I wouldn’t have to hold on to my cum when I should be enjoying the bliss of reaching a climax.”

“Phew! I accept your decision. I am not asking you about Samantha again. But you, too, shouldn't bring her up in our conversation anymore, and she shouldn't be a part of our lives anymore," Kyle said.

For the first time since I knew Kyle, I saw him flushed with jealousy. His cheeks were red, and his hands seemed to tremble as he spoke. Even his voice trembled a little bit. I wouldn't know if it was a strategy to get us back together or if I was genuine. But whatever it was, I felt pity for Kyle.

"Fine, I am not talking about her again. But I am still going to see her. She is my friend, and we have unfinished business," I said.

"I am trying to resolve our issues and be back together in love, and you still say this? I want you to reconsider, please," he said.

"You want me to accept your terms, but you don't want to budge on yours. That's not a fair deal, Kyle. I am not going to be the Andrea that I was to you before, not anymore. If you want us back together, you have to change how you treat me. It’s that simple.”

“That’s fair enough. I will be a better man,” he said and tried to hold my waist.

“What are you trying to do? Not so fast, please. I want some time to get myself together to the reality of us being together again,” I said and tried to remove his hands from my waist.

Reluctantly, he let go of me, but his eyes were on my bums and breasts. I got into the bedroom and tucked myself in bed to rest. I was glad that Kyle had promised to be a changed man. Now, I had to find a way to let go of Samantha without causing any drama.

Chapter Six

Iwoke up to see my arms and legs restrained on the bed. I tried to move only to realize that I had been clamped.

"I thought we agreed that you would be a better man. Why this?" I asked Kyle, who sat in a chair across the bed, puffing a cigarette.

“Why did you clamp my arms and legs?” I asked again.

Kyle continued to puff the cigarette and dumped the ashes in the ashtray on a stool beside him. He didn't respond to me, and all the emotions he displayed some hours earlier had disappeared. I stared at him to be sure it was him and not someone else.

I knew he heard me, but he had not responded to me. Now, I woke up because I wanted to pee, and I couldn't leave the bed.

"Okay, fine. Can you let me use the bathroom, please? I need to empty my bladder," I pleaded.

Kyle cleared his throat and puffed the cigarette, and then dropped the butt in the ashtray.

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