Collar Pain

 My body erupting as I watch him lie, again. I know he's been with her again.  I saw.  I stand there shaking with tears running my eye liner down my cheeks and he shouting back at me. It's so unreal that I see him in slow motion.  My shoulders are cold wearing this dinner dress. The night air cold and thick like it was trying to block him from me.  The stars in the sky tried to bounce off the pieces of glass from his cell phone I just slammed on the sidewalk but they're too small.  The car door is open and you can hear the engine still running between his words.  I could jump in and drive home, leave him here at this stupid dinner party, where she had the nerve to show up.  Yes I know she works with him so that was unavoidable but I don't have to like it.  But she had the nerve to text him from across the room in my fucking presence, that was my last straw.

But I don't want to go.  I'm going to run home and cry and leave him here to take a cab or worse leave him here with her. But that's not why I want to leave.  He's shouting his lies in my face and all I can think of is how he kisses me and makes me feel.  I don't want to sleep alone, without him.  I'm watching him shout, but all I want him to do is grab me hard and kiss me and tell me everything will be okay.  Lie to me because I can't lose him.  Lie to me because I can't stand being alone.  Lie to me because she was just something he couldn't resist, I know he loves me.  I'll take the lie as long as he sleeps with me tonight.  I can't lose him.
When we make love, he fucks my soul, my body takes another form, transported to another place where the air is electric. He does everything I need done to my body they way I want it. He owns me, body mind and soul.  He knows how to choke me to make me cum hard.  He collard me last year with Daddy's Princess  inscribed on it. I am daddy's princess.  I'm his dirty little slut and it kills me that he slept with that...actually she's very pretty, I'm a little jealous that she may be a little prettier than me so maybe I can see if she decided to go after him, he may be weak too.  But daddy should have asked if I wanted to play too. 
He's moved to apologizing now, the words sorry made it through the thick night air to my ears.  No one saw us fighting since we were in the back of the parking lot anyway and the street light shoots to the other direction. Of course i'll make him pay for this but right now he's left me crying and cold and I need to be held and kissed.  His words start to make sense like a screen coming into focus because I start to hear the word Baby coming from his lips, lips that will suck me dry every night.  I can't walk away from this, from him.  I'm sworn to him, I kneel to him and he lifts me up.  He's human still and imperfect. This imperfection takes the form of that little black dress wearing, Jenifer Tilly lookalike. 
But for now he needs to take me home, dry my tears and tell me to dance for him while he sits in the chair across the bedroom that he uses to watch me play for him.  He's my white knight and I'm his little princess.  Always and forever.