Dahlia and Drake hadn't really been a couple, to begin with. Their relationship was more complicated than that, it was more like a situation where both parties agreed that one would be the dominant while the other would be the submissive. She was always happy being the submissive one while Drake dominated her daily on the bed.
However, when Vanessa came into his life, Dahlia became completely insignificant to Drake.
Dahlia tried her best to hold on to her love for him but when she asked Drake if she still matter to him, he told her that he still saw her as someone special to him.
He even promised to be with her again once he had saved a lot of money, then he would elope with her and leave Vanessa behind.
Dahlia held on to this promise with her whole heart and waited patiently for when it would be just the two of them once again.
Drake was all she had ever known, she never went to college and never had a decent job.
Even if she did find one, her clumsy attitude and the pervy bosses she had always had the misfortune of having, had made her quit several of her jobs.
Her mother's constant nagging didn't help to make things easier for her as well but she held on to her belief that Drake would come back to her once again.
"You have something you want to say to me?" He asked but Dahlia hugged him from behind. Muttering under her breath.
"How long?" She mutters.
"What?" Drake didn't quite get what she said.
"How long do we have to remain here?" She repeated herself.
"Oh!" Drake tensed as though he suddenly remembered something he shouldn't have forgotten.
Not caring about his response, Dahlia continued. "You promised we would leave when the time is right, but does it really matter how much we steal? Can't we just leave now?"
"I'm scared," She wrapped her arms even tighter around his waist.
"I'm scared we won't be together again," She repeated.
"Okay, that's enough." Drake disentangled her arms from his waist.
"What's the meaning of this? Why are you suddenly acting like this?" He asked, turning around to look into her eyes.
"Does it matter?" She moved closer to Drake, standing on her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You used to wrap your arms around me every night from behind just like this. Let's leave this place. We can be together again, happy and doing whatever we..."
"Happy?" Drake cut her off, pulling her arms away from his neck.
"I was never happy while living in that pigsty," Drake declared, angry at her statement.
"You want me to go back to that kind of life? Nothing would ever make me go back to that kind of life," Drake stated firmly, walking away to meet up with Vanessa in her room.
"Can't you hear it?" Dahlia asked, her legs quivering by the second. Her heart had been hurt by his words, her hands trembling with every second.
"What?!" Drake growled, still angry as memories from the past flooded his mind.
"The buzzing sound coming from inside of me. Can you really not hear it?" Dahlia was surprised Drake couldn't hear the vibrator inside of her. What she didn't know was that she was the only one who could hear the loud vibrator in her pussy.
"What?" Drake was confused.
"She clearly wants your dick, can't you see how she's trembling?" Vanessa suddenly interrupted.
Drake turned around to find Vanessa standing at the kitchen doorway, her arms folded underneath her breasts.
She was wearing a red night robe, the right side fell open to reveal her breast encased in a black lace bra. She kept tapping her right foot on the ground, expressing how impatient she was.
"And here I was, wondering why you were taking so long, but it seems to me like you two have a lot of catching up to do."
"No, Vanessa, wait. You don't understand. We're done talking, I'll be right there."
"Whatever, do what you think is best," Vanessa said seductively, swaying her hips as she walked towards her room.
Kevin stood transfixed, watching as her bubble butt swayed temptingly within her night robe, causing his dick to throb in his pants.
"Damn!! That woman knows how to make me hard."
Drake smiled wryly as he trailed right behind Vanessa, but Dahlia held on to his shirt once again.
"Wait!! There's something I have to tell you."
Drake was becoming frustrated by her annoying behaviour. It wasn't the first time she had done something like this but now he had reached his limit.
"That's enough!!" He yelled. "If it's a cock you want, go get a dildo or better yet go fuck anyone you find in the street."
Drake turned to leave again but felt a hand holding his.
"You seriously have to hear me out."
"Let go of me!" Drake growled, glaring into her eyes with murderous intent.
Dahlia's heart flew to her throat and she reflexively let go. She never liked seeing her master mad at her.
"I'm sorry," She whimpered.
Drake sighed before adding. "Look Dahlia, I'm not in the mood right now. We'll talk another time, but not tonight. Goodnight, Dahlia."
Dahlia remained rooted to her spot as her legs trembled while her love juice oozed out of her slits.
She clenched her hands to her chest and muttered.
"That's what you always say but we never talk."
Dahlia turned around to find Kevin standing at the top of the stairs, staring at her from above with a smug look on his face and one of his fingers, tapping the face of his wristwatch while mouthing to her.
"Midnight."
Though he didn't say it out loud, Dahlia understood what he meant. Her heart began to beat faster and she clenched her hands muttering to herself.
"Master, I'm scared, for the devil is about to break me."
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