Control

This whole thing started because of Tommy's smart mouth. He was leaning on a table behind his desk smoking a cigarette. His left arm was crossed over his midline section, hand under his right arm. You were pissed, but the way he looked had you imagining all the things you wanted him to do to you.

"Stay in your fucking place. You don't control me," is what he said. He dropped his head down and took a drag of his cigarette.

When he said it, you froze in disbelief. "Did he really just say that?" is what went through your mind. You know how harsh Tommy can be but this.. you wouldn't accept him talking to you like that.

"I know you're under a lot of stress Tommy, but you will not talk to me like I'm one of your whores."

You knew Tommy didn't cheat and would never but you knew saying this would piss him off.

His head snaps up, making eye contact instantly. He pushes himself off the table, eyes on you the entire time as he walks slowly towards the chair of his desk.

If looks could kill, you would've been six feet under. You'd be lying if you said the look he gives you didn't turn you on, but you still wanted to stand up from the chair you were sitting in to reach across his desk and slap him in the face.

"What did you just say?" he asks in disbelief.

"You fucking heard me Tommy." You cock your head to the side, "Why should I repeat myself to someone who clearly has everything under control? I mean you are supposed to be the big bad boss eh? Why don't you live up to your reputation Thomas?"

His mouth slightly opens as if he was gonna say something but instead he just pulls the chair out and sits down, taking a hit of his cigarette.

You're seething. You shouldn't feel this way but the way his stare burns through you ignites a flame inside your body. You could've sworn you seen his eyes dilate.

He scoffs, "I don't know who are are anymore."

"Oh fuck you Tommy." you say venomously. He leans back in his chair and you've only just begun tearing him a new one.

"Don't act like some fucking narcissistic twit. If you think for one second I'm gonna allow you to belittle me.." you pause before continuing, "you're gravely mistaken."

You're fuming now and by the look on Tommy's face, he was in shock at how you were speaking to him.

"And you're gonna sit over there, in your big boy chair and tell me that you don't know who I am anymore because I finally say what I want and speak my mind? Well, let me tell you who I am Thomas Shelby. I'm a women who listens, a woman who takes care of you, and a women who does what she's told to do. Only, that women died a long time ago yeah?" adding sarcasm to the "yeah."

"Being with you, it kind of changes you. I mean, they do say you shadow the person you love the most and guess what Tommy, I'm now a mirror image of you." His slightly open mouth closed at your statement and his lips pursed together.

"Now," you sternly continue, "this is who I've become: a women who does what she wants when she wants, says what she wants, gets what she wants and most importantly, fucks when she wants."

You see him swallow hard, his mouth parts slightly and you see his tongue push on the back of his teeth. You thought he was going to say a sly comment but he doesn't protest, so you keep going. You didn't want to admit it but you were getting turned on.

"You used to be so busy... but you always managed to find time to fuck me. Even now, you still love to have your cock inside me no matter how busy you are. But I'm always the one to pursue you because I know at any given moment, you'll give in to me. Like right now, the way you're looking at me tells me all I need to know about being right."