She really does look upset, and I feel sorry that I yelled at her. It’s just, it’s been a stressful week and I’m busy…and she’s getting in the way too much. I want to apologize, but I don’t.

"Are you okay?" She questions, looking into my eyes. Gah, I’m a horrible person. She didnt do anything wrong. "Do you want me to get dinner ready, and you can go watch tv or something?"

"No," I sigh, turning around again. Truth is, I really was stressed. I had been working hard, and I just wanted to sit down. I needed a massage or something. I needed a day, or a night to take my mind off of my stress. Just a crazy, fun, night. Whatever.

"Here," she says coming closer. She takes the items out of my hands, "Go relax, Spence, I got this."

"But…"

"I’m serious…Just go. I got this taken care of," she tells me before she kisses me.

I smiled at her and had gone in our bedroom to lie down for a little bit. This was, that while I was lying down, my mind started to wander off again. Recently, I keep having these domination fantasies. I just want one night where she gives it up, where I made her beg. I want to be in charge. Does that make me a bad person?

Either way, I remembered that I had this sexy looking outfit buried in my closet somewhere. Ashley bought it for me once, but I never did wear it for her. It was this expensive, nice, bra with a matching thong. Black bra. Black thong. And that’s where I got my idea.

"Ash, stop," I tell her for the tenth time. I didnt really want her to stop. I just wanted to make her think that I wanted her to stop. I want to make her work for it. I want to have something to use against her later on tonight. All through dinner, she kept smiling at me and touching me.

SHe would caress my thigh and play with the bottom of my shirt. I kept pushing her away. Now, we are doing the dishes but she’s getting distracted. Her hands are all over me.