Pinned ~ This story is completely fiction and was written to meet the meme collaboration topic of co-dependency.
I asked His Lordship to pen the tale from the male character’s POV. Once you have read this please check out his post – the link will be at the end.
Codependency is a behavioral condition in a relationship where one person enables another person’s addiction, poor mental health, immaturity, irresponsibility, or under-achievement. Wikipedia.
Content Warning ~ Violence – domestic abuse.
Pinned ~ For Better, For Worse
The door opens. Finally Mark’s home.
I’ve been reading quietly in the sitting room but now watching his slender frame stumble over I wonder how much he’s had to drink. My heart begins to race at the thought. Taking over all rationality. But he joins me on the sofa and holds my hand.
“Gen. I’m sorry I’m late. I juss had ta go to The Swan. Bill needed a chat. His wife left. The bitch. You’d never leave me would ya, Gen?”
He nestles lovingly into my neck.
“You understand me don’t you, love?”
As he smothers my skin with little kisses my pulse slows. He’s not aggravated. Or angry. That’s good. Drinking sometimes makes him, let’s say, a little unstable and volatile.
I decide to go and make him a sandwich. To help soak up the booze.
Calling him to the kitchen I put the cheese and pickle on rye down on the table.
“What’s this?” He mouths huskily almost in a whisper.
I look at him, eyes widening, and gulp back my saliva.
“I SAID… wot’s this?” He bellows picking up the sandwich and staring at it.
My head begins to pound with the vibrating noise from my heart as I whisper a reply.
Then, grabbing the plate, in one movement he throws it across the kitchen to smash on the stainless steel taps. I try to dodge out the door – too late. Mark has me by my long ponytail and yanking my head back he spits words onto my face,
“Where’s me fuckin dinna gal?”
“It… it got ruined. I was expecting you earlier.” I stutter, mouth dry.
“Ahhhh that’s a shame. The princess was… expecting me earlier,” he mimics, his mouth next to my ear.
Out of the blue he begins to stroke my hair as if changing his mind and slowly, as way of a release, tears creep down my cheeks.
Alcohol fumes assault my nostrils. The smell acts like a throwback to my father returning late from the pub on a Sunday lunchtime when I was a kid. Complaining his dinner was burnt.
Then suddenly –
“But I’m hungry.” His voice explodes, filling the air and at the same time his hand roughly meets my breast bone as he forcefully propels me backwards against the kitchen cupboard. My shoulder thumps against a handle and I lose my balance, falling to the floor tiles. I crouch down low – and still – quietly sobbing. Hoping he won’t come near.
I look up. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him seated, eating the sandwich. I curl up as small as possible, invisible, hoping he will forget I am here.
After about ten minutes his head begins to nod forward and finally I hear snuffles and grunts. I shuffle on my bottom until I am at the kitchen door. Getting to my feet I run upstairs to bed.
Feeling a little safer under the covers I doze for perhaps a few hours but am woken as he pulls back the covers. He takes me in his arms, holding me close.
“Oh Gen. I am so sorry my love. But it was such a tough day at work and then Bill kept on about his wife. I must have drunk too much. Did… did I hurt you badly?”
Enjoying the caresses from his large warm hands I tell him no. I am fine.
Our mouths meet and I willingly surrender to his need as he pushes me back onto the bed, his fingers searching inside my knickers. Finding me wet.
“Good girl. My Gen. My princess.”
He begins to take down his jeans and boxers. Without even removing my panties he pulls the gusset aside and kneeling between my thighs, lines his cock up to my cunt lips as I open my legs wide and take all of him in. Our union.
The pain in my back subsides and I relish the slapping of flesh on flesh as Mark fucks me slowly and deliberately.
Nearing orgasm I shift position slightly and dig my nails through his thin linen shirt, gripping his back. Moaning together he pins me to the bed and fills my hole with his come. I’m a willing captive soaking up every last drop.
After, he falls on top of me, kissing gently and whispers,
“I love you Gen. Forgive me?”
And I do – as always. Forgive and forget until the next time.
The following day, Saturday, we go out to the supermarket and back at home I cook us a lovely chicken dinner.
“Mark. Supper’s ready.” I call out to him.
“Oh that looks delicious Gen. Wot a feast”
Going to the fridge I take a peek inside and then turn to him.
“Do you want a Pinot or a Sauvignon blanc with dinner?” I ask smiling, holding a bottle in each hand.
Read Mark’s POV over on His Lordship’s blog…
This was written for the following memes…
PhotoFest
The header image is Day 25 of my February PhotoFest. Still outdoors…
Here is the shot taken after – much closer.
Your collaboration is great I would like to admit. The topic is on the edge and those two pieces of writing showed it damn well
Thank you – it is a difficult topic but I am not one to hide from those
Not one of your ‘nicer’ stories is it? But you’ve explained why in the comments. I gather from the comments you’ve taken heat elsewhere for lack of a content warning? Not sure why – this is a sex blog after all and the content was telegraphed in the intro.
I didn’t ‘enjoy’ this story, unlike much of your erotic fiction, but I thought it was well written and gave a great insight into the reality of some women’s lives.
Now to read ‘Mark’s POV…
TY Nero – I can always rely on your honesty. AND greatly appreciate it. – and i am not trying all the time to be sexy blog – just areal to life blog 😉
Oops. And before you say it – I didn’t think you were trying to make the story erotic. I got that you were trying to show what the protagonist was internalising.
Snap!
(You said it as I typed it!)
u do make me laugh
It is without doubt great writing. Disturbing but great writing but for me this seems like the obvious version of co-dependency, no one is under any doubt about it really but the stuff that I find really insidious is the more subtle stuff, no violence but something more that erodes a person over a long period of time with it’s message
Molly
Thank you Molly – I purposely went down this route – It is what i intended. – One reason being it is quite a common occurance. Another reason was because in some respects co-dependency can be healthly within a relationship and I wanted to voice a contrast to that.
But I do agree subtle forms of behaviour control in any form are far more disturbing – but if i wrote a piece about that I would not have been writing fiction
x
You have done it again, May, this is a perfect look at a couple beginning, middle and end. The ending is perfect and I like this line My head begins to pound with the vibrating noise from my heart as I whisper a reply. So far an honest look at the life they have let develop, I’ll go see Mark’s side of the story now. (do I have to call him His Lordship???)
I don’t think you need to post a content warning. Anyone reading your blog knows that you deal with real life issues and do not shy from any topic.
TY Elliott – just had a little telling off on twitter for putting the CW “too late” in a tweet! So will stick with including them I think. but I am grateful for you feedback – respecting your own writing as I do. And No u can call His Lordship anything you want – he’s a good guy and did a fab job with the story from the male POV x
Block the teller off-er.
He wrote a nice companion piece to your story, May. I do enjoy these collaborations.
Perfectly portrayed…
Sweetgirl x
Is it a bad thing that I was kind of turned on?
Excellent job in showing how codependency & addiction look.
Like your honesty – And no – I tried to write this so it would cause the reader to feel conflicted and u did 😉 x
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A very powerful piece of writing May. Totally shocking and very believable. It made me shudder and feel angy and sad. Yes, you put me through the wringer. And well done for getting HL to write the man’s point of view. It was a brilliant collaboration..
Thanks CP – glad u found it believable – I wanted to put forward a picture of reality xx
I love everything about what you have done here. Such skill in developing the character and making the scenario realistic. Not to mention the collaboration. Fab idea and so well executed ?
Thanks Missy – I chose well with HL in my writing collaboration as did you in your D’s collaboration lol x
I love that you both wrote a different side of the same story. This is written very well and really gives a peek into abusive relationships and why it’s so hard for people to leave them.
Scary but really good. Was great reading HL’s side of things too.
This made me shiver a bit, but damn, it’s written so well. It brought back memories of my time in the ‘No Consent’ series, and my father. Great on collaborating with HL.
Rebel xox
You always tell a story well, putting depth into characters in a short space. I do have to say I found it disturbing, though. ??
TY Melody I will take that as a compliment as it was meant to be disturbing – that makes it real – so i have done my job as the story teller <3
Brilliant, by which I mean awful, but gripping. Excellent collaboration
Thanks PS – I thought our styles would work well together
Wonderful collaboration, this hits home all to well.
So glad u think so – I want us to paint a “real” picture x
Great piece – I love how yours meshes with HL’s and I think you’ve really nailed how the underdog in the partnership paper’s over the cracks, makes excuses and takes the blame in order to feel ‘loved’ and to ‘cure’ or ‘heal’ their damaged partner. The reference to her father’s similar pattern is all too true also. Very strong voice – well written – loved this collaboration.
Thanks Posy – I wrote first and then handed the reins over to HL – I think he nailed “Mark” brilliantly – I have high hopes for him in the SM x