Let's Discuss Something, Love

Hey. Listen.

About what we’ve discussed earlier.

[Not very sorry!] I... Guess I should say I’m sorry. And partially, I am. I am sorry for being so jealous.

But you’re gorgeous. Too pretty for your own good. Too *magnificent* for these... [Ironic huff, clearly unimpressed.] ...they shouldn’t even have the chance to as much as look at you.

[Pause. Heavy sigh.]

But I’m not without reason. Obviously, I’m not going to lock you in the house and keep you to myself. [Pause.] I don’t need to.

[Pause.] You know why?

[Now perhaps a bit deeper of a tone? More sinister, but not cruel.]

[Slowly.] Because you already belong to *me*. [Pause.]

And if you think I’m just talking about your body, which I claim every single day and every single night... [Chuckle.] Think again.
But just to clarify. To make you one hundred percent sure and aware of the situation we’re dealing with here.

[Pause.]

You. Are. Mine.

All of you.

Let’s start with your body.

Let’s focus on the way you tense up when I touch you. Ah, just like that. Aren’t you a lovely little thing? One could think you’re new to being touched by a man, but that’s not exactly true, now is it. [Chuckle.] Come to think of it, it’s a bit embarrassing for you: having me every night for.. God knows how long now, *ages*... And still shivering like a cute little prude the moment my fingertips as much as brush against your skin. Just... Like that. [Chuckle again.]

And that’s me just touching your neck. Dragging my fingers down that soft, sensitive skin. So fragile. I could break that skin in a matter of seconds; understand now when I tell you you’re too gorgeous for your own good? You make me *want* to break this perfection. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can barely contain myself. The only reason I’m not biting this pretty little neck right now is that I have something else to do. [Pause.]

And that is, make you realize than no matter where you go – no matter what you do – I own you. Through... And through.
[Sarcastic huff.] I’m not even going to focus on other parts of you that are craving my touch. I see you squeezing your thighs, sweet thing. I can smell that sweet little scent of yours. I don’t think I need to clarify anything here, now do I. You are becoming *painfully* aware how much your body needs me. Good. Let’s move on.

[Pause.]

Now, this is where real fun starts. Your body I can claim in ways that leave you without any strength. I can make you belong to me pressing my body down against yours, the weight pinning you underneath me. I can claim you multiple times that way, every night.

[Pause.]

Hmmm… But when that’s done, when the emotions fade away, when the excitement finally leaves your underbelly and your thighs dry up – what then, darling?

Come on. Guess.

[Pause.]

[Chuckle.] Good effort, but no. I don’t need to send you pictures during our time apart to remind you you’re mine. No... Quite frankly, little thing, I don’t need to do anything anymore. Because I’m already in there.

In your head.

In your mind. Occupying all your thoughts.

Even when you feel like I’m gone; oh, nothing could be further from the truth, my love.

Even if a man was to put his hands on you, what do you think would happen?

He’d be *me*. Through your eyes, he’d be just that... *Me*. Nothing more. Listen to your head. Your brain knows what you need. So does your body. It’s a delicious balance.

It’s me. It’s always going to be me.

 Your mind would not let you have it any other way. It just doesn’t happen. How could it? All your mind thinks of is how I did this and that... The memories… Your senses working together to paint a picture of your man in front of you. And it never fails. You can try and pretend that’s not reality, but... Hmm… You are too far in, little one.

[Pause.]

Every fiber of your body belongs to me. Every single one of your thoughts is tainted with me.

[Pause.]

You were right.

Jealousy is stupid.

I’m not jealous anymore.

But you’re mine... Aren’t you.