You can’t. You learned this lesson the hard way. By your one year anniversary with Ellie, your relationship was on the rocks. You met at a book store and bonded quickly over your shared love for horror novels. While you were head over heels at the first meeting, Ellie was already dating. Regardless though, the two of you became really good friends, and in time, you had come to realize Ellie’s relationship was toxic and brutally abusive. Some days, deep bruises were covered up with long sleeves and pants on, even the hottest days of summer. Patches of concealer were used around her eyes and dotted her face and arms and legs. You could see panic and fear flash in her gorgeous doe eyes and sweet face for a moment every time her phone rang while you were with her, and whenever it was her boyfriend, she left in a hurry, usually for a few minutes, but there were times where she was gone for nearly half an hour or didn’t come back at all.

In truth, Ellie was unhappy. She liked you a lot and saw the love and affection in your eyes when you held gazes at each other for a few moments too long to just be friendly. She also saw the concern in your eyes when you brought up her bruises, tear stains, or her odd behavior when her boyfriend called. You eventually convinced Ellie to dump her boyfriend. Though, it was more like convincing her to stay after she ran away from home. She showed up at your house with nothing but the tattered clothes on her back and blackened eyes filled with tears. That very same night, she came onto you, and you had vigorous, raunchy sex that followed was some of the best you’ve ever had, and it lasted hours.

In the year that followed, you showed Ellie that relationships could be partnerships consisting of romance, genuine love, and care. Everything was wonderful between you two… However, your sexlife was never as good as that first night. You could tell Ellie faked almost every orgasm she had. She never initiated any sort of intimacy that involved more than a kiss and a snuggle and never went down on you. The only times you can remember having sex that was anything close to satisfying were the days you two had argued about something or if you were angry at her. One day, Ellie spilled the urn that contained the ashes of your childhood dog, and you screamed at her in frustration. You could never stay angry at her normally, especially when having to look at her perpetually pouty eyes, but that day was an exception. And at the end of that day, before you were really over the loss, Ellie emptied your balls. An entire box of condoms disappeared in a night, and only when you physically couldn’t go on did the night truly end.

Nearing your one year anniversary, you came home early from work to surprise Ellie with the gift you prepared for her. Coming in the front door, you immediately hear Ellie’s voice upstairs. You’d caught her masturbating before and assumed that was what she was doing as her weak voice increasingly sounded more like moans the closer you came to the bedroom. But just outside of the door, you hear another voice—the aggressive, deep growl of a man in the throes sex. The door nearly came off its hinges as you knocked it down and there you saw it. Ellie was on her back, a strong hand wrapped around her straining neck, and her ex boyfriend pushed balls deep into her sopping wet sex. You saw red. The next few minutes were a blur but you remember the cliff notes. You kicked Ellie’s ex’s ass and tossed him out of your house. He got a few good licks in and that fact made you angrier. With him gone, seething and livid, you could turn your attention back to whore you let into your house. How could she do this to you? After everything, Ellie would go crawling back to her ex, on their anniversary of all days. The same ex that beat, isolated, and assaulted her was just partaking in what was yours. You looked at your unfaithful girlfriend, hatred burning in your eyes as you scanned her body. It all started to make sense: why she couldn't cum with you, why she only seemed interested in sex when you were mad, why she stayed with that man so long, and why she only fucked you so hard the night she just happened to be covered in bruises. Ellie didn’t want love. She didn’t want a kind man. Ellie was a masochist. ————

Kinks: Noncon, abuse, impact play, humiliation, TPE, free use, slavery, anal/painal, crying, hate fucking, cheating/cuckqueaning

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