Khaos had left to spend the day in the recording studio.
Lucy sat on her bed. She felt conflicted. What was she doing - a middle class white girl dating a rising East London MC and rapper?
And yet there was just something about him. The confidence. The ambition. The lack of compromise.
And, of course, the incredible sex, more intense and explosive than anything she had ever experienced in her life before.
What was this feeling?
Lucy grappled with the dichotomy that was now her life. Ivy league educated and from a wealthy family, pedigree and societal expectations had meant everything to her. Yet here she was now, a 35 year old woman, dating a 23 year old rapper who grew up on the streets od LA. A chance meeting with Khaos 6 months at a fundraiser had ended with her having too many drinks and in his bed. The sex had been mindblowing and try as she might, she couldn't stop seeing him, even breaking up with her long term doctor boyfriend last week when he demanded her to. A proud feminist, she had always worn the pants in her relationships with men and liked things that way. Yet with Khaos, he was always the one calling the shots and had her at his beck and call 24 hours a day. Also, she had never wanted children, yet everytime Khaos penetrated her with his ebony hardness she found herself aching to get pregnant, and would have her most intense orgasms thinking about having his babies. Khaos made her ache to feel owned, fill her with desire to be claimed by him like property. Feeling his seed leaking down her thighs, a desire came over her that she tried to fight but helplessly gave into...she took her birth control pills out of her purse and flushed them down the toilet.-d
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