the couple

wants you to feel good. You're their guest, and they're just so pleased you're here. Come this way, let them show you around. The kitchen is small for their taste but the bathrooms are big. The art is all custom, a collection of painters they admire, the cat a foster they couldn't bear to part with. His office, with an undeniably masculine-though-not-unpleasant smell, complemented with dark wood and workout equipment he makes good use of. Her presence is smaller, slighter, like the shapes of her petite form through the oversized sweater that hangs off delicate shoulders. You feel both Too Small and Too Big standing between them, a fuckable form of Goldilocks let into their bedroom to be just right.

You are a special star with a crucial part to play: their toy to toss back and forth, good girl who can withstand so much more pain than the others. Your olive skin will look so lovely paired with plum bruises that bloom across the soft parts of your body. He likes to dole out punishment, where she charms with a sweeter touch. It doesn't matter anyway — you know the key to your obedience is the same one that unlocks your heart. You already gave that one away, to someone who was so much better at inflicting pain than he'll ever be. He can hit you as hard as he wants; real hurt laps at your heart when you watch her press her nose to his, eyes closed, a smile parting her lips while she whispers something for only him.

When it's done, he'll hold your head in his lap and gently stroke your hair while she makes you dumplings and peppermint tea. This is the pleasure you craved all along. It's so tired to be told come, when all you want to hear is come closer.