I want all of you, every last inch

"May I come lie next to you?" She asked, and Paul nodded. She slowly walked over to him, smiling as he made room for her, and she cuddled up next to him on the couch.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered.

"No, thank you," he replied, petting her back, but she shook her head, burying her face in his chest.

"No, I mean it, thank you, nobody ever, nobody ever wants to hear me, nobody ever wants to listen."

"I'll always listen," Paul smiled, and she lied there silently, and when he looked down at her, he saw tears flowing down her cheeks.

"What's wrong, kitten?" Paul asked, and she hid her face.

"Paul! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She cried, shaking her head.

"What is it?" Paul asked, sitting up, and she hid her face from him.

"No, this isn't what you want, this isn't what you're here for," she sniffled, hiding, but Paul grabbed her hair, lifting her face so he could kiss her, her tears smearing against his skin.

"I'm here for you," he told her, inwardly feeling a little guilty for using her when he could see she was so vulnerable and lonely.

"No, you wouldn't-" she started, but he cut her off.

"I own you, understand?" He told her, raising his voice sternly, then grabbing and slapping her ass. "All of you, even the bad parts, now out with it!"

Valerie whimpered at his touch, burying her face in his chest, clinging to him tightly.

"Nobody likes me, nobody's ever liked me!" She sobbed, quivering. "I know I'm a bitch, I'm mean and I have a temper problem, but nobody's, I mean, I've never really had any friends. And now that I'm just some stupid trophy wife, I'm even more lonely."

Paul held her, the pangs of guilt unnerving him, and he couldn't believe she was confiding all this in him.

"Well I mean maybe if you were a little nicer to people-"

"Don't you think that I've tried that?" She snapped, then realized her anger and buried her face in his chest. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry sir!"

"It's ok, I'll punish you for it later," he assured her, and she smiled.

"It's just, I try to be nice, I do, but everybody always has this idea about me, everyone always sticks their noses up at me and thinks I'm this overconfident bitch, guys only see me as some conquest, just a big ass and a nice rack, and now that I'm married they only want an affair, sex, but they don't care, and Roger just wants me to stay at home, it doesn't matter to him if I'm lonely, he wants his little trophy wife to bring out when it suits him and to stay home and cook and clean."

She was shivering, her naked body covered in goosebumps, tears soaking into Paul's chest. He picked her up, curling her up into the fetal position and holding her in his chest as she latched onto him.

"It's always been like this," she whispered, and then it all started gushing out of her, her terrible childhood, her abusive mother, her negligent father, her constant search for friendship, her struggles with her temper, things Paul already knew from the emails, but he didn't bother cutting her off, telling her he knew, he just sat there and rubbed her skin, listening, and his heart almost broke.

"And so here I am, married to a guy that treats me like his old favorite toy, in this big fucking house with nobody, all the money I could want but nothing to spend it on, all the time in the world but nobody to spend it with, I don't have anyone, I don't even have friends." she sniffled, slowly regaining composure.

"That's not true," Paul told her, rubbing her back. "I'm your friend."

"What?" She asked, sitting up and staring at him like he'd said something insane.

"I'm your friend, I like spending time with you," he told her, shrugging, and she shook her head.

"No, you're not my friend, you just want my body," she groaned a little, but Paul shook his head.

"No, kitten, if I just wanted your body, I wouldn't be here listening to you, I could easily have just fucked you and went on my way."

She sniffled, staring up at him, her eyes full of hope.

"Nobody's ever listened," she whispered.

"I'll listen, to everything. I own you now, and I want all of you, every last inch, your stories, your troubles, your mind and heart, all of it, I want it all."

Paul was only doing his best to comfort her, ready for her to combat his words with more argument, more tales of troubles, more crying, but instead she lunged at him, grabbing his face and kissing him feverishly, straddling him, tears still streaming down her cheeks as she grinded her body against him.