The weeks after Dom left me were boring. I didn't know what to do with him, because it's quite dull to do things on your own. I mean, I'd rather go to the beach with him than on my own. And yes, I know I've the kids but they didn't want to talk to me. They said it was my fault, but I obviously didn't do anything wrong.

But there were other things I did do wrong. I fucked things up at work and I got fired. The kids became even angrier at me and I only saw them during meals. And then they didn't even talk to me. It was a difficult period and after a while all our money was gone. I became desperate. I'd been trying to find a job but no one wanted me. I ended up working in a brothel for gays It seemed like that was where I belonged, since I didn't have a partner anymore and I couldn't find another job.

I worked there every day, at night. I never told the kids about the job, because I was afraid. Afraid that they would leave me when they heard about it, and go to their uncle. And I didn't want them to do that. I did this job for them. I needed money to feed them, buy clothes for them and other stuff.

I hated the job with passion. It was the worst job ever. I mean, I like being fucked, but being fucked all night long by different people is terrible. The first two times it's okay but then it just gets boring and annoying. I'm not even... sexy, or something like that. So why would anyone have sex with me? But they did want me and I got enough money for myself and the kids, so I'd to keep doing it.

Some clients were really mean. They called me names, hit me with a whip and sometimes they even hurt me until I bled. Those days were even worse than the normal ones. Sometimes I just wanted to kill those clients but they gave me my money, so it would be better if I didn't kill them. But on other days there were lovely clients. They were gentle and sometimes they even kissed me. Those clients were amazing and I wished I could have them for ever. But then I reminded myself that I was just a toy for them and that I didn't mean anything to them.

Today was just a day like the others. I'd helped the kids with their homework - they finally talked to me again - and had dinner with them. After that I got ready for work. When I got there I stayed in the bar for a bit and talked with the people there. I knew that one of those people might come to my room later and fuck me, but I always tried to push those thoughts away. I drank a few beers so I got a bit tipsy. The clients liked that, because I would say things I normally wouldn't.

I looked around me, searching for the clock, when I saw a quite familiar head of blonde hair. I put my glass quickly on the bar, jumped off the bar stool and made my way to him through the crowd. When I was finally able to see his face the butterflies in my belly started fluttering. It was him. It was Dominic. And he looked even better than before.

I made my way closer to him and gasped when he walked towards one of the rooms. I quickly ran after him and pulled at his arm. ''You're coming with me.'' I whispered in his ear and grinned.

He turned slowly to me and looked quite annoyed at me. ''What are you doing here?''

''I work here.'' Dom snorted, pushed me away and walked away. ''No, wait!'' I shouted and ran after him again, trying to grab his shirt. ''I'm fucking serious, Dom.''

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. ''That's pathetic.''

I gasped and gritted my teeth. ''Shut up! You left the kids with me so it's not my fault that I was desperate for work!''

''It is,'' he rolled his eyes and licked his lips. ''Everything that happened is your fault, so yes, this too.''

I took a deep breath, turned around and walked back to the bar. ''Wait a second.'' I heard Dom say and he pulled me back to him. ''Where's your room?''

''What does it matter?'' I looked angrily up at him.

He grabbed my bum, squeezed it and grinned. ''Bring me to your room.''

I shook my head and slapped his hand away. ''Leave me alone, cunt. You ruined my whole day again.''

''Shut up.'' He grabbed my wrist tightly and walked to one of the men who worked here. He asked him where my room was and the man pointed at it. I held my middle finger up to him and gritted my teeth. The man looked at me, shrugged and walked away. Dom looked at me, grinned and walked quickly towards it. He pushed me inside and closed the door after him, locking it.

''So,'' he said and sat down on a chair in the corner of the room. ''I guess I'm the one in control, again.''

I rolled my eyes and sat down on the bed with a deep sigh. I looked annoyed at his amused grin and scratched my leg. ''What do you want?''

''What do you think?'' he laughed and rolled his eyes. ''I'm in a brothel to buy some lettuce.''

I told myself a few times to calm down and looked at him. ''Why me? I thought you wanted someone else.''

He nodded and hummed. ''Wanted, yes. Not anymore.'' He grinned and looked at me. ''Strip for me.''

''Why wo-'' I started but Dom cut me off.

''Because I'm telling you to.''

I nodded, swallowed and rose from the bed. I began to take my clothes off, slowly, and stared into Dom's eyes. I tried to make it look sexy, but from the look on his face I immediately knew I was failing. I sat back down again when I was naked and placed my hands over my cock, trying to hide it from his sight.

''Take your hands off it,'' Dom immediately said and I sighed, placing my hands next to me. ''Good boy.'' he grinned and I rolled my eyes. ''Lie down on the bed,'' he whispered lowly. ''And touch yourself.''

I did as I was told. I lay down on the bed, took my cock in my hand and wanked myself slowly. I closed my eyes and moved my hand up and down my length, squeezing it sometimes. After a while something hit my head and I looked angrily up at Dom. He grinned and shrugged. ''Didn't mean to hit your head.''

I sighed annoyed and grabbed the vibrator he'd thrown at me. I sucked on three of my fingers, rubbed one of them over my entrance and pushed it slowly inside. I hissed, squirmed and took a deep breath. I began to finger myself slowly and when I got used to the feeling of something inside me, I pushed my second finger inside. Soon after that my third finger followed and I moaned loudly. I pulled my fingers out after a while, slicked the vibrator with lube and pushed it against my entrance. It slowly slipped inside me and I looked at Dom, licking my lips and grinning.

He was rubbing furiously over the bulge in his trousers and he was even panting. I moaned, sat up on my knees and turned the vibrator on. Slowly I started to fuck myself with it until it was suddenly removed. I looked up startled and grinned when I saw Dom. He was panting and his clothes were gone. ''I think you're ready for me now.'' he said quietly.

''Always.'' I murmured and grinned cheekily. It earned me a rough slap on my bum and I let out a loud moan. Suddenly I felt his cock against my entrance and he pushed inside me. I moaned and whined, hoping he would stop when he was finally fully inside but he didn't. Once his cock was fully inside me, he pulled out and thrust back into me.

The fuck was rough, fast, hard and Dom never calmed down or fucked me slower. And that's why he came hard inside me not long after we started and my cock was dripping. He pulled out of me, kissed my neck wetly and grabbed my cock. I gasped, moaned and thrust up into his hand. I sat slowly down on his lap and Dom began to move his hand up and down my cock. He squeezed it sometimes and fingered my slit and not long after that I came all over his hand.

We both lay exhausted down on the bed, panting and trembling. Dom held me tightly from behind and stroked my belly softly, kissing my ear. ''I'm sorry.'' he whispered.

''For what?'' I whispered back, even though I knew what he was sorry for.

''You know,'' he sighed and stroked my hip. ''Everything that happened between us. And that I left you.''

I shrugged, rolled onto my other side so I was facing him and smiled. ''It doesn't matter.''

''It does.'' He sighed and stroked my cheek. ''I shouldn't have treated you like that. I... I realized that I've to accept that you're not, you know... perfect in the way I imagine you can be.''

I snorted and poked his belly. ''Well thank you.''

''No, I.. I mean,'' he sighed and looked down. ''I mean, you're perfect to me. But I used to think you would be different if I wanted you to. And... Well, you didn't do it-''

''Oi!'' I interrupted him. ''I changed!''

He smiled softly and nodded. ''Just forget what I said. You're perfect. Do you, errr,'' he blushed. ''Do you want to give me a second chance?''

I nodded slowly and smiled. ''Yes.''

He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. We both closed our eyes and I placed my hands softly on his hips, stroking the skin gently with my thumbs. We kissed for what felt like days until we had to pull away, desperate for oxygen. We looked at each other, panted and smiled widely.

We got up after a while, put our clothes on and got our other stuff. Someone knocked hard on the door and we looked startled up. I opened the door slowly and a tall, broad man walked inside. ''You kept me waiting, Bellamy,'' he grinned and pulled me roughly to him. ''You know what that means.''

''I'm sorry,'' Dom said angrily and pushed the man away. ''But he's with me and you leave him alone.''

The man opened his mouth to say something, looking angrily at Dom, before Dom grabbed my hand and we ran out of the room. He giggled and we ran quickly out of the building and got in his car. He started the car quickly and we drove home. Our home.

  It was a year later now and Dom and I were married again. The wedding was beautiful and even better than our previous one. Dom, I and the kids had moved to a farm in Devon and made money with selling our vegetables and milk from our cows. Dom finally accepted that I wasn't as romantic as he thought I would be and that changed a lot for us. Our relationship was even stronger and better. Our lives continued peacefully and Dom and I were more in love than we'd ever been.