New Beginnings

It was a dark night for Emily as she drove home from school. Earlier that morning, she'd gotten into it with her boyfriend and the tension was still thick.

The roads were empty as Emily navigated through the winding roads of the neighborhood. It was late, and she was tired, but she wanted to get home as soon as possible. She was looking forward to some alone time after the hectic day.

She pulled into the driveway and walked up to the door, unlocking it and stepping inside. She lived alone, so it was nice to have a place of her own.

She tossed her keys on the counter and kicked off her shoes. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed upstairs to the bedroom. She was exhausted and ready to crash.

She undressed and climbed into bed, sighing as the cool sheets brushed against her skin. She was grateful for the small comfort after the long day.

Her thoughts kept her awake though. Her mind was racing with the events of the day and she couldn't seem to calm down. She lay there for a while, trying to relax, but eventually gave up and decided to take a bath.

Emily got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and waited for the tub to fill. As the water ran, she looked at herself in the mirror and admired her body.

"Why can't he just appreciate me?" Emily thought to herself, sighing. She'd been trying for months now, but nothing seemed to work. Their time in the bedroom was still lackluster.

She climbed into the tub and sank into the warm water. She let out a sigh as the heat enveloped her. It felt amazing. She closed her eyes and let herself relax, thinking about the events of the day.

She'd had an argument with Mark, her boyfriend. They'd been fighting a lot lately, and she was starting to feel like she didn't even know him anymore. He was becoming more controlling and demanding, and she didn't like it.

She'd always been the one to initiate sex, and he was never really interested. When they did have sex, it was quick and boring. Emily needed more, she craved excitement and passion. She wanted someone who would make her feel desired and cherished. She'd long known that she was submissive, and craved someone to dominate her.

Mark had always been a safe choice. He was stable, predictable. But as the relationship progressed, he'd become more possessive and demanding. He was jealous and controlling, and it was suffocating her.

Emily thought back to her first year of college. She'd been with her high school sweetheart, but they'd both known it wasn't going to last. The sex had been great, and they'd both been exploring their kinks, but it just wasn't enough for either of them. She'd met Mark a few months later after things ended, and he'd swept her off her feet. He was handsome, charming, and had a way with words. He made her feel special.

But now things were different. Mark was no longer the charming man she'd fallen for. He seemed selfish and insecure. Emily sighed and leaned back in the tub, closing her eyes.

Mark had always been a jealous person, but he was getting worse. He constantly accused her of cheating, and he never trusted her when she was out with her friends. It was exhausting, and Emily was starting to question her decision to stay with him.

She missed the intimacy they used to have. She missed the way he would make her feel special and wanted. But now, all she felt was lonely. She longed for someone who would take control, who would give her what she needed.

Emily tried to push those thoughts away, but she couldn't help it. She was craving physical contact, and Mark wasn't giving her what she needed.

After a long while, after the water had cooled, she got out of the tub and dried herself off. She went to the bedroom and climbed into bed, sighing as the soft sheets touched her skin.

She was still horny, but there was nothing she could do about it. She turned off the light and closed her eyes, willing herself to fall asleep.

The next day, Emily woke up early and got ready for class. She ate breakfast, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door.

The day went by slowly, and Emily found herself distracted. She was still thinking about her argument with Mark the night before. At least she'd be distracted later at the rave, she told herself. Her friends were keen on dragging her to a show, and she couldn't wait.

Emily got home after her classes and changed into her rave outfit. She put on a black dress with purple trim, a pair of boots, and her favorite choker. She looked in the mirror and smiled, she looked hot.

She arrived at the venue just before the show was set to start. Her friends were already waiting for her outside.

"Hey, Emily! You made it!" her friend Katie exclaimed.

"Yeah, I wouldn't miss it for the world." Emily replied.

"I'm so glad you came, this is going to be amazing."

"You look amazing!" Katie added.

"Thanks," Emily blushed.

The show was incredible, Emily couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun. The energy was electric, and she felt alive.

She was dancing with her friends, enjoying the music, when he spoke to her. He'd been dancing nearby, and as the crowd pushed them together, he introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Alex," he said.

"Emily." she replied.

He seemed cute, Emily thought. He had short hair and kind brown eyes. His smile seemed infectious as they bopped along to the beat of the music.

"Nice to meet you, Emily. Enjoying the show?" he asked.

"It's great!" she said. "You?"

"Yeah, this band is awesome. Have you seen them before?"

"Nope, first time. You?"

"Same."

They continued to dance and talk, finding that they had a lot in common. They were both dancers, and had similar tastes in music. They spent the rest of the night talking and dancing, and Emily couldn't remember the last time she'd had this much fun.

After the show, they headed outside.

"That was great, thanks for hanging out with me." Alex said.

"Thanks for the company, I had a lot of fun." Emily replied. "Oh, what's your number? We should hang out again sometime."

Alex gave her his number and they parted ways. Emily headed home, feeling exhilarated and alive.

She was still buzzing when she got home. She couldn't believe how well the night had gone.

She thought about Alex, and wondered if they'd hang out again. He was cute, and seemed like a good guy.

Emily was restless, her body buzzing from the excitement of the night. That's when her phone buzzed.

< Hey, it's Alex. How are you doing? >

Emily smiled and typed back:

< Hi! I'm good, just got home. You? >

Alex replied:

< Good, I'm glad. Thanks for coming to the show, I had a great time. >

Emily was happy he'd reached out to her.

< Me too, I'm glad I went. >

She wanted to say more, but didn't know what. She hesitated, then decided to send another text.

< Want to hang out again sometime? >

Emily's heart pounded as she waited for his reply, but none came.

The next morning, Emily awoke feeling refreshed. She checked her phone and saw a message from Alex.

< Sure, how about Friday night? >

Emily smiled.

< Sounds good! See you then. >

She couldn't believe it. What did it mean for her relationship with Mark? Emily was excited, and nervous, and unsure of what was to come.

Class was slow that day and she was dreading seeing Mark that evening. She wasn't sure how she was going to tell him about Alex.

She got to Mark's house later that evening and they made dinner together. They sat down to eat, and the conversation was awkward.

"So, how was your day?" Mark asked.

"Good, the usual. Yours?"

"Busy, but good. Anything new happening?"

"Not really."

Emily wanted to tell him about Alex, but wasn't sure how. She was worried he'd be angry, or jealous.

She might regret it, but she decided not to tell him. At least not right away.

The conversation continued, stilted and awkward. Neither of them seemed to be in the mood to talk. As they sat down to watch TV, Emily felt relieved.

"What do you want to watch?" Mark asked.

"Anything is fine."

They flipped through the channels and eventually settled on a comedy.

Emily felt uncomfortable still, but the cuddling was nice. She leaned her head on Mark's shoulder and he put his arm around her.

She felt safe and comfortable in his embrace. She didn't know what the future would hold, but at least she had this right now.

"Emily, did you think about what we talked about? About moving in together?" Mark asked.

Emily froze.

"No, I haven't had time to think about it."

"Well, I'd like an answer soon."

"I know, Mark. I'll think about it, I promise."

"Okay."

Emily was still uncomfortable about sharing space with him, but didn't want to have that conversation. She didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Mark didn't ask about the night before and Emily didn't volunteer any information. She was happy to keep it her little secret for now, her little escape from the monotony of her relationship.

The week flew by, and before she knew it, it was Friday. Emily was excited to see Alex again. They'd agreed to meet at a coffee shop downtown, and Emily arrived a few minutes early.

She ordered a latte and sat down, sipping the hot drink. She checked her phone, and there was a text from Mark.

< Hey, babe. Hope you're having a good day. I love you. >

Emily smiled, but felt guilty. She hadn't told him about Alex, and didn't know how he'd react.

The door opened, and in walked Alex. He spotted her and waved.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." he said.

"It's okay." She replied.

"How's your day going?"

"Good, I'm a little tired though. I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Oh, yeah? What were you doing?"

"Stressed out about something."

Emily couldn't believe she was sitting across from a man she barely knew, at a coffee shop, telling him about her life.

"Well, I'm glad you made time for me." Alex said. "Do you want to talk about it? You seem a little tense."

Emily laughed. "You're very perceptive."

"I'm a people person. It's my job." He smiled.

"You're a people person? What do you do?" She smiled back and sipped her coffee.

"I'm a bartender. I work nights, mostly." He paused, studying her. "I've seen a lot of people, and I've gotten good at reading them. Tell me, what's going on?"

"That's cool!" Emily said as she tried to divert the conversation. "So, what do you do when you're not working?"

He chuckled. "I'm not letting you off the hook that easily. But I dance. Hip-hop and breakdancing. It's a great stress reliever. You?"

She sighed. "I go to school, I'm a grad student. It's a lot of work. But I love kids and I want to teach."

"That's cool." He replied. "What do you do for fun?"

"Fun? Well, I also dance." She laughed. "Not breakdancing, just some contemporary stuff."

"You looked good at the rave the other night." He said as his eyes traced her face.

Emily felt the heat rise to her cheeks. "Thanks." She wasn't sure how to respond. Was she a bad person for being here? She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being unfaithful to Mark, but he hadn't made her feel anything resembling this lately.

Alex's voice broke her thoughts.

"Alright, I've got to run. It was great to see you again, Emily. I hope we can hang out again soon."

"I'd like that." She said, not fully knowing what she was doing.

He got up and gave her a hug, then left.

Emily finished her latte and walked out into the brisk air. She had a smile on her face as she walked home, and her step had a bounce to it. Was she going to hell? Maybe. Probably. But at least she was going there happy.

She saw Mark the next evening. He wanted to spend time with her and she couldn't come up with an excuse not to. He picked her up and they went to dinner.

"How was your day, babe?" He asked.

"Good, busy." She tried to focus on the conversation, but she was still thinking about Alex.

"Yeah? Anything interesting happen?" Mark pressed.

"Not really."

She had decided not to tell him about Alex. Not yet. Not until she knew where things were going.

They ate dinner and headed back to Mark's place to watch a movie.

"What do you want to watch?" he asked.

"Anything is fine."

She wasn't in the mood for a movie, but she didn't want to talk either.

They ended up watching a comedy, which was fine.

They cuddled, but Emily's mind was elsewhere though. Would she really want to live here? To spend every night with him? She couldn't stand the idea. She needed space.

The movie ended and Mark turned to her. "I love you, Emily. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Fuck." Emily thought. She was trapped. She didn't know how to answer, but she didn't have much time to think.

Mark leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back, forcing herself to feel something. His hand slipped under her shirt, cupping her breast.

Emily closed her eyes and imagined Alex instead. She pictured him touching her, caressing her skin. She moaned softly, and Mark took that as a cue to continue.

He pushed her down onto the couch, kissing her neck. He slid his hand into her panties, rubbing her clit. She arched her back and gasped.

Mark's touch was familiar, but it wasn't what she craved. She tried to lose herself in the moment, to forget about Alex, and the struggles with Mark, but she couldn't.

She stopped him. "I can't. I'm sorry. Not right now."

Mark pulled away, disappointed.

"What's wrong, Emily?" He asked.

"Nothing, I'm just tired. I'm sorry."

"You're never in the mood anymore."

Emily bit her tongue.

"We should talk about it." Mark pressed.

"What is there to talk about? I don't want to live here, Mark. I'm sorry. I just need space."

"I love you, Emily. Please." He said, tears welling up in his eyes.

Emily looked away, unable to watch him cry.

"I'm sorry." She repeated. "But I can't. I'm sorry."

She got up and walked away.

Mark followed her. "Please, stay." He said. "We can talk about it. We can make this work."

Emily stopped and turned around. "Mark, please. I'm sorry, but this isn't working. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't do this anymore."

She turned around and walked out the door, leaving Mark behind. She felt awful, but it was the truth. She didn't want to lead him on anymore.

She headed home, conflicted and confused. She didn't know what she was doing, or what she wanted.

She was tired, so she got ready for bed and laid down. Her phone buzzed, and she saw it was a message from Alex.

< Hey, what's up? >

Emily hesitated, her thumb hovering over the reply button.

< Just got home from seeing my boyfriend. We broke up. >

She felt guilty, but she needed someone to talk to.

< I'm sorry. Are you okay? >

< Yeah. I'm sad, but I think it's for the best. >

She felt like a terrible person, but she couldn't deny the thrill she felt, talking to him.

< I'm here if you want to talk. >

Emily sighed. < Thanks. I'm tired. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight. >

< Goodnight. >

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Her mind raced, filled with thoughts of hurting Mark, and feeling confused about Alex. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

She picked up her phone and opened the chat with Alex. She sent him a message.

< Hey. You awake? >

A few seconds later, he replied.

< Yeah. Can't sleep? >

Emily's heart was pounding. What was she doing?

< I'm lonely. >

Emily felt guilty. Why was she doing this?

She stared at the screen, waiting for his reply.

< Do you want to come over? I can keep you company. >

Emily's hands were shaking. She wanted to, but she was scared. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself.

< Yes. >

She got out of bed and changed into a sundress. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and grabbed her keys.

She got in her car and started driving. The streets were empty, and her heart was still racing. She was nervous. Was she a slut? Was she making a mistake?

She pulled up to Alex's apartment building and texted him.

< I'm here. >

She waited, and a few minutes later, he appeared at the door.

"Hey." He said, giving her a hug. "How are you doing?"

"Not great. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you." She said, pulling away.

"It's okay, I'm glad you're here." His smile warm and helping to put her at ease.

They walked inside and headed upstairs to his unit.

"Can I get you anything? Water? Wine?" He offered.

"Wine would be great, thanks." She replied, feeling anxious.

He poured her a glass and they sat down on the couch.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Emily hesitated. She felt guilty, and conflicted.

"I don't know. It's a mess."

"Tell me about it." He said, putting his hand on her leg.

"I don't want to bother you. It's not your problem." She said, taking a sip from her glass and trying to ignore the warmth of his hand on her bare skin.

"It's okay. You can talk about it."

Emily took a deep breath. "I broke up with my boyfriend tonight. I told him I didn't want to live with him, and that things weren't working. It wasn't fair for me to lead him on."

"I'm sorry." He said, rubbing her leg.

"He wanted to live together, and I couldn't stand the idea. He's a good guy, but we want different things. I don't think he understands me." She sighed.

"That must have been hard. I'm glad you did the right thing, though. You deserve to be happy."

Emily blushed. She was glad he didn't judge her.

"I feel like a slut for talking to you too, and coming here."

"You're not a slut." He replied, his hand moving further up her leg.

Emily felt herself responding to him, and she shifted in her seat.

"I don't know." She said. "I don't know what I'm doing."

"It's okay to not know." He replied, his hand tracing circles on her inner thigh.

"The sex has been terrible." She admitted. "He doesn't satisfy me. He's selfish. I just can't anymore. He doesn't 'get' me."

"That's a shame." He replied, his hand trailing up and down her leg. "A beautiful woman like you deserves better than that."

"Thanks." She replied, not knowing how to respond, but not wanting him to stop either.

He continued his ministrations, his hand tracing patterns on her inner thigh, while they sipped their wine.

"Have you thought about what you want?" He asked.

"No, not really. I'm just trying to get through each day, one at a time." She sighed, taking another sip of her wine.

"How do you feel about him right now?" He inquired, his fingers teasing the hem of her panties now.

"Confused." She breathed. "I don't know what I want or what I'm feeling."

"Take a deep breath and close your eyes." He commanded.

She closed her eyes and inhaled, letting herself relax into the cushions.

"Just focus on your breath." He coaxed. "In and out."

"Good." He murmured, his hand now tracing the outline of her pussy over her panties.

"Just relax and let go." He whispered, leaning in, his lips grazing her ear.

"I don't know." She protested, her voice weak.

"It's okay. Just let yourself feel." He replied.

He slipped his fingers past the material and slid them along her slit, finding her wetness there.

"Yes," She gasped, her body responding by arching her hips, pressing her pussy against his hand.

"Good girl," He said as he parted her folds and spread her wetness around her pussy. "How does that feel?"

"I don't know." She replied, lost in the sensation.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, rubbing small circles on her clit.

"No," She replied. "Maybe. I don't know."

He removed his hand from between her thighs and she felt empty again. Like something was missing.

"Emily, just tell me to stop and I will, okay? I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do." His voice was calm and reassuring.

"Okay," She replied, her voice shaking.

Alex stood up and held out his hand. Emily took it and he pulled her to her feet. He led her to the bedroom and sat her down on the bed. He knelt in front of her and gently pulled her panties down from under her dress.

Emily closed her eyes and leaned back, letting the moment unfold before her.

She felt his beard as he kissed up her thighs, his lips soft on her skin.

He teased her, his breath hot as he explored her body.

She opened her legs wider, responding to his tough, inviting him in.

But then he was gone, and she heard the sound of his belt buckle, and his pants hitting the floor.

She felt his weight shift the bed, and she felt his breath as he leaned in to kiss her neck.

She surrendered to him, her body melting beneath his touch.

She felt his cock pressing against her as her legs draped around him, and she let out a gasp.

He teased her, just letting her feel his cock pressing against her wetness, but not letting her take it inside her.

Emily moaned, her hips rocking against him, desperate for relief as he moved to kiss the other side of her neck.

She felt his hand reach up her abdomen and massage her nipple through the fabric of her sundress, making it harder for her to focus.

Her breathing became ragged as she arched her back and neck, attempting to angle her entrance towards his member, to let him in.

He continued his torturous routine, alternating between her collarbone and her shoulder, his cock perfectly positioned, yet infuriating and distant.

After what felt like a long a long while, she felt his hand reach down to her dress's hem and rub up and down her bare thighs.

When he reached her pussy, she moaned, biting her lip. He gently inserted a finger into her, and she felt like she might lose control at the simple gesture.

"Oh fuck," she whispered, her eyes still closed, and her hands reaching to wrap around him.

He inserted a second finger, and she could feel her pussy clinching around him.

She let out a soft whimper, her hips slowly rocking with his movements, her body succumbing to his whims.

"Your body is so beautiful," he whispered, his lips finding her ear and gently nibbling her earlobe.

She felt his hand reach back and align his manhood with her folds, but he only teased her entrance.

She let out a meek protest. A breathy sigh, a low whine.

"Say please," he rumbled into her ear.

"Please," she begged.

"Please what, slut?" He taunted, his words commanding her surrender.

"Please fuck me." She pleaded, any restraint she had left was long gone.

Her body was begging him for release, her mind lost in the intoxication of his embrace.

She felt him push against her, and she felt the head of his cock slip inside her.

She gasped at the magnitude of the moment, of the shame of it all. Of the guilt at betraying Mark like this, but also of finally feeling free to live again.

He paused, allowing her time to adjust, and Emily fought to stifle a moan as she felt his hardness stretching her. It has been forever since she'd felt this submissive. This docile and under the spell of a dominant.

"God, yes," she gasped, not knowing what she was thinking or feeling.

She rocked her hips toward him, impaling herself deeper onto his cock. He held her by her ass as he lifted her off the bed, filling her, stretching her, as he sank completely within her depths.

She felt his cock throb within her as his grip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Her legs embraced him, wrapping around him as she sought to submit further. To let go and give her will to him.

She began to grind her hips, working his cock inside her. Feeling his hardness pressing against the walls of her tightness, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh God!" She cried out, her whole body shuddering as she came.

He held her still as she spasmed in his arms. Each convulsion squeezed his cock, and she heard him groan as his own body released the first wave of his own release.

Warmth spread within her as his seed spilled deep within her. Emily felt the shame of letting him take her so completely, but she craved to be used to thoroughly. To be good. To serve.

He growled, and she felt him twitch and jerk inside her, his arms holding her still, his fingers digging into her ass.

"Fuck," he grunted, still holding her as he pumped her full of his cum.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, both breathing heavily, and unwilling to break the moment.

She felt his softened cock fall out of her and a warm dribble of cum leaking onto her thigh, but she made no attempt to move.

She couldn't. Her body was spent. She barely even had the energy to open her eyes. She wanted to stay here, wrapped in his arms.

Time seemed to slow as they lie there, basking in the afterglow.

Emily couldn't remember the last time she had felt this contented. This at peace. It had been too long.

She finally remembered what it felt like to serve, to be used and dominated, to finally feel like she belonged, if only for a few minutes, and forget about her problems.

And it was in that moment that she knew she'd made the right choice as she drifted off to sleep, happy and full of new life.

The end.