She waited until they got to their seats before asking him about it.“Are you okay, sweetheart? Is anything wrong?”“Some friends,” he said, sar...astically. “I did not like the way they were looking at you.”Chelsea couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “How do you mean?” she asked, taunting him to say more.“You know. Checking you out in that dress.”“But you said I look really good in this dress.”“You do. That’s the problem. Maybe you look too good.”“Um, sweetheart, do you realize you’ve been. I laugh again.“But where is here? And what about the key for your handcuff, pet?” I emphasize the final word. You lean your face into mine while pushing on the blade harder. I feel a pop as it splits my skin and the warmth of the blood run down my neck.You look down in shock and I take the opportunity. I grab your wrist with the knife still at my throat and roll you over. I force your elbow back and now have the blade at your throat. I stare into your eyes until you look away, defeated.“You’re. “Get your hands off me. I want to eat.”“You’ll get fat.”“Not when I burn so many calories keeping you satisfied.” True.And we burned a few calories during that day. We were more animated, a little more urgent and by the time we went to sleep I was exhausted and satisfied. She kissed me and I held her again and kissed her hair and stroked her face until she drifted off.The alarm went at 6. I got up to make her tea while she showered and dressed. I’d washed and ironed her pale blue scrubs so she. His breathing got heavy and I increased everything. Now! I thought to myself as I threw all of my weight over him and ended up on top just as I wanted. I smiled proudly at him and pinned him arms. “Shit” he said. We went back to kissing and grinding. I sat up and took off his sweatshirt, then my shirt, then my bra. He just lay there under me watching me bare myself to him. As I tossed my bra to the side of the room his eyes widened. “I’ve seen you naked so many times before, but you being right.