Standing in the doorway was Danna, looking too calm considering Marissa was seated on the sofa in the living room. ‘Danna,’ I said then leaned in ...o kiss her. She allowed my lips to brush her cheek. That was a good sign. All of the lights were on, making my eyes hurt while I looked at Marissa to judge her mood. She sat expressionless, legs crossed and her hands folded matronly in her lap. That concerned me. I tripped over the threshold, both Lily and Danna caught me. I shook them off and used. She got pampered and treated like aprincess while his parents excepted him to be a little gentleman.Charles' childhood longing to be pretty and complimented and gushed at ashe came down the stairs in a pretty dress or at a ballet recital returnedto the forefront of his mind for a moment, until the feeling of the brushrunning through his hair sent those memories back to the part of his mindthat harbored the thoughts he loathed to explore.Jane then took hold of a black hair tie and gathered. To be 'the woman'. Somewhatsubjugated. To being limited in choice, or even opportunity. I wanted tobe dutiful. Put 'on display', maybe even as a 'trophy wife' for mypartner to be proud of.To have an opinion, yes. But to know that it should only be voiced onlyif asked and only then without force or conviction. To not allowing my'pretty little head to be muddled' or challenged by 'important' matters,such as politics or world issues. Instead perhaps being preoccupied withthoughts on the latest. I could feel myself pulsing and Nick moaned as I tightened around him. I leaned forward, breathing heavily, when Nick began to thrust into me, hard and urgent.“Let’s take this to the couch?” I asked, but there was a pause between each word when I had to catch my breath again. Nick loved making me talk while he fucked me, always cracking up at the way that I can’t go a full sentence without stopping. He’ll sometimes intentionally ask me a question, slowing down his thrusts, only to start up.