LOVE IN THE LAP OF GOLD

My only mistake was replying; I shouldn't have yelled back at Paul, but I was tired and burned out from work.

His eyes widen at my sudden outburst. He stood up from the chair and walked towards me.

It was like a predator walking towards his prey; his eyes were deadly, and I shuddered in fear.

"What this you just do?" He asked in a menacing tone.

"I...I am," I stated but I was abruptly cut off when Paul yanked my hair and threw me across the room.

I crashed into the table, and it broke, tearing my skin as I fell. Paul noticed this and came to his senses.

I screamed out in pain and tried to stop the blood. It wasn't a deep cut but it was bleeding.

"Oh, Lisa. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I don't know what came over me." He apologized.

I glared at him, trying to hold back the tears that were forming in my eyes.

"You know I love you and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right?" He asked, stroking my hair.

I didn't respond to him, I ignored him instead. Trying to stop his arm from bleeding.

When he noticed I didn't respond, he pulled my hair, turning my face towards him. I cried out in pain.

"You listen to me when I'm talking to you." He said, pulling harder.

"Please stop hurting me," I whispered

"Then answer me when I'm talking to you." He loosened his grip on my hair and stared at me.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked, and I nodded my head in response.

"You know I would do anything for you, right?" He asked again, stroking my face.

"Yes," I replied, turning my face into his palm. Seeking comfort in his touch.

"Then why do you make me hurt you? Why do you push me so hard till I hurt you?"

"I'm sorry." I apologized

"Are you? Are you really sorry? I don't like hurting you, it brings me so much pain seeing you like this but you won't stop frustrating me. Do you like it when I hurt you?"

"No, I'm sorry," I replied

"You little b**ch, you like it when I hurt you. It turns you on. You're a little w***e, I'll treat you like one." He said that, and he pulled my hair. Dragging me all the way to the sofa.

"Get on your knees," he ordered and I obeyed.

He sat on the sofa and I kneeled in front of him, blood dripping from my arm.

"Remove my belt."

I looked up at him, thinking he was joking. I was hoping he was kidding but there was no sign to confirm that so I unbuckled his belt while maintaining eye contact.

I stared at him, waiting for his next order but instead a slap landed on my face.

"Do I have to tell you everything? Do what you were born to do. S**k me off," he spat out.

I unzipped his pants and pulled it down slowly, ensuring I didn't break eye contact. I didn't want him to slap me again.