His arm around her felt secure, safe, like home. No matter how many tiems he hit her, or beat her, she would always love him. Love the things he gave her and love to hurt him. He physically made her ache but she always got her revenge. The neighbors were keen to bed someone who wasn’t theirs. It was an odd thing, having multiple women at their disposable but they still desired someone who they couldn’t have. Maybe it was some male primal instinct, to take a woman that didn’t belong to him. To spread his seed as far and wide as he could. Hell, she just enjoyed it because it was Marlon’s punishment. He didn’t know about it, and she would never reveal her secrets but it was the thought that counted. Her secrets gave her control and power she lacked in their relationship.<br/><br/>Her eyes closed as he brushed his finger over her forehead, the familiar touch making her miss him. She opened her eyes when he spoke, dark orbs searching his. He was calm, too calm. He should be yelling or hurting, not gingerly touching her and enlisting in playful banter. Teija nodded her chin slowly, warily watching him as if he could attack at any moment. She felt his body press against hers, releasing a smile from her lips. “Do you deserve it?” She asked with a coolness in her voice that suggested she was trying to maintain some control. The little slack on the reigns from her destruction of the treat chest and no punishment had given her a desire for more. There was never enough, she was never satisfied and often pushed too far.<br/><br/>When he bumped her legs she fell back onto the couch, the cushion making her body bounce ever so slightly. She slunk to the floor onto her knees, watching him take his place on his grungy throne. At his request she pulled her shirt over her head, her decent sized breasts bouncing from her shirt as the material released them. The dark areola sat on handful sized breasts. A line of old sweat ran down her cleavage where her breasts had been kept together while she laid in her own filth.  Her stomach was flat and would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the numerous small scars and a few fresh bruises that licked at her ribcage from his goodbye present. The tank top was tossed on the floor before she shimmied on her knees to between his legs. Her palms ran up his thighs, feeling the muscle that ran the length of them.  Her face leaned down with her nose gliding up along his inner thigh to his crotch, taking in his scent like a primal dog would her mate.<br/><br/>Teija looked up at him from her kneeled position, fingers working on his remaining buttons as he spoke. “You doubt me?” She mused, a coyish grin electing her lips. Her fingers coaxed his shaft from his pants, his smell filling her nostrils and making them flare. Her nose glided along it with her fingers stroking the other side, silently worshipping his tool of pleasure. Eyes flickered up to him at his command and her eyebrows rose. “That’s no way to treat it.” She almost purred out, her warm breath tumbling over his member. Teija didn’t listen to what he wanted, ignoring his desire to see her being beaten with his tool. Instead, her tongue snaked out from her mouth and ran up the length of him, starting at the base and up to the head before her lips descended on him. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste as if it was an expensive steak. She let out a purr of enjoyment, the vibrations of her throat lightly vibrating his shaft as her lips drew down, taking him further into her mouth. Fingers gripped the base of his shaft and began to stroke him. Her head rose again, tongue following and coating his member in her saliva. As she came up she sucked on the head for a moment before releasing him with a wet popping sound, letting a string of saliva pearl between her lips and the tip of his shaft. Teija looked up at him, disobedience and fight in her eyes. She knew what she was doing, disobeying him but doing so by giving him pleasure. She silently taunted, tested him in what he would let her get away with. Teija was his but by no ways a broken soul, at least not in the ways he wanted.