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Bare-Handed Retribution - A First Time BDSM Taboo Erotica Short Story
(Nicola Diaz)

"Like what?" Ophelia asked.



"I don't know. Do the only sensible thing here. Break up, perhaps," Klark said.



"Over an innocent flirt? Klark, that's crazy," Ophelia said. He started walking away and she had to jog to catch up with the man. 



"Wait, Klark. You can't just walk away from me like this," Ophelia said. Fear seized her that the man was truly breaking up with her. He whipped around.



"Wouldn't it make it easier to go for Marty if you weren't tethered to me?" He held out his hands to his side.



"No, honey, I love you, not Marty," Ophelia said.



"You could have fooled me," Klark said.



He walked to his car and got in and lowered his window. "I'm doing you a favor. Perhaps subconsciously you want the man. Think about it. I'm not going to keep you bound to me when you'd rather be with him. I can't take your flirting, not like that. Especially when the others come into the kitchen and tell me how much you're flirting with the man," Klark said. He stared at her for a minute before cranking the engine and raising the window. Before Ophelia could get to him, he gunned it and drove off leaving her in the parking lot by herself.



Ophelia sadly trudged to her car and sat there for ten minutes crying. She wasn't sure if Klark had just broken up with her or what. It sure seemed like he had. She drove home and took a hot shower, crying again and letting the water wash the tears down the drain.



After she settled in for bed, she pulled out her phone to find no texts from Klark. It saddened her to think he actually may have broken up with her over this. She punched in a text and hoped his answer wouldn't be yes.



"Did we break up tonight?"