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look charcoal. His hand assertively rubs my thigh, "Oh come on. Don't be so old fashioned. I love you."
    The kiss sealed the deal. Right. From now on, I was nothing more than ‘woman’.

 
    Chapter 5
     
    The Coat
     
     
    So it's another cold, gusty, depressingly grey and wet winter. And I live to please Gary. In a spurt of what later would be deemed momentary madness, I go out during my lunch hour to my usual snob shop. (Stuttafords in Cavendish Square, if you must know.)
    I forgot to mention that I like designer clothing. And in winter, I like real wool. (This too will change.)
    Perhaps I have seen too many movies, but I thought it would be a great idea to get one of those long black woollen coats that I can wear when it's freezing. And then I can wear nothing but my sexy underwear and those arousing stilettos underneath it.
    That should surprise him nicely. 
    Finally, I find one that is just perfect . I don't think twice at the money I'm spending. I earned it. It's mine. And anyway, this is completely justified. It's for Gary. (What most men don't know is that flimsy underwear is crazily expensive. I would spend this much on underwear in a month. And he just snaps it off me. So I have to keep on replacing it.)
    I get home after him. And I'm happy as a hornet on a stinging mission, when the scowl from those beautiful blue eyes stops me dead. My stomach starts to tremble. I know it's bad.
    What have I done?
    I can't get that image out of my head. He is beautiful. He has eyes that stop meteors, hair blonder than pollen, and is sculpted to athletic perfection. The owner of the haughtiest dark eyebrows and the most sensuous smile ever owned, by any man, woman or child.
    But the image of that beauty livid with rage, his tie half undone, a Castle Lager in one hand (bottle), I stopped dead. I didn't even close the front door. I began shivering just from the impact of that angry scowl.
    "Take it back."
    Huh?
    He's advancing, across the plush carpet and onto the white tiles, closer to the front door, and my instinct is yelling at me to RUN. Oh that would work on anyone else but me. I don't run from a confrontation. I run toward it.
    He has the black woollen lapel and is yanking it, "Get it off and get it out of my house ."
    What the fuck?
    "No."
    "Woman, I won't tell you twice. Don't come back until it's gone."
    This is insane. I thought it would be so sexy, and make him happy. And he’s behaving as though I just brought a boyfriend home.
     
     
    I never got the chance to explain why I bought it. But, I wasn't going anywhere, and it was too late to take my sexy, long black coat, back today. It was the first real fight, and I did not like being dictated to about what I could or could not wear, or how I spent my money.
    What a bad night. One I will never forget. I cooked dinner in silence. I ate in silence. I cleaned up in silence. I was torn. I wanted to fight him, but I didn't. I just kept quiet. Biting my tongue with tears duelling for supremacy. I didn't want to cry from hurt, or fear. I was so bitterly livid, I wanted to cry tears of frustration.
    We drank together in the spacious lounge, reclining in deep chairs and staring at a wide screen LED TV – (he always has to have the latest.) We smoked together. And we went to bed together.
    When that commanding hand reached for me, for the first time I pulled away. For once, his outer beauty could not hide the beast that lived inside.
    But no one denied Gary, especially not his woman.
    I didn't know this ... yet.
    I was property. And I had allowed myself to become property, willingly. I woke up sometime between midnight and sunrise. He was taking me from behind as I lay asleep on my stomach. He knew I'd wake up. He did not care. He had a point to make. And he was nailing it home.
    Now the black sheets seemed fitting. His darkness closed in on me, suffocating the life out of my independent spirit. Holding me down, deriving dominant pleasure by teaching me a lesson I will never