She can't help herself.

That night Sarah found herself staring up at the ceiling as Ethan gently rocked in and out of her. He’d come home early just to be with her, treated her to a foot massage, and made her favorite for dinner. Somehow, he’d found a moment to sneak into their bedroom and fill it with warm glowing candles, and sprinkle rose petals on the bedsheets. It’d been exquisite, a perfect gesture of his love and consideration for her, and she hated herself for not being the least bit excited by any of it.

“Ethan, you’ve been so good to me.” She took his face in her hands, hoping he’d be able to understand if he just looked into her eyes. “You deserve to be spoiled too. I want you to take me, really fuck me. Pin me to the bed and just do whatever pleases you.”

Brushing her cheek, he looked down at Sarah with a tender expression. “I have everything I need.”

Her heart sank and Sarah resigned herself to spending the rest of the night “lovemaking”. He licked and nibbled at her neck the way he knew she liked, whispered how beautiful she was, and restrained his own climax as he sought out hers. Ultimately, she faked an orgasm just to bring things to an end.

Feeling his warm flush of seed fill her brought Sarah a small feeling of satisfaction, but in her heart, she knew it wouldn’t amount to anything. If she was going to get what she was really yearning for, to feel new life growing inside her, it wouldn’t be here. It wouldn’t be with Ethan.

Sarah stared at her laptop on the nightstand as she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, she woke Ethan with her mouth, swallowing his seed as he cooed his appreciation towards her. A hot breakfast fit for a 50s sitcom waited for him when he got out of the shower. She offered to be his plaything for the day if he wanted to call in sick, but she knew he’d decline. Finally, Sarah blew her man a kiss as he pulled out of their driveway, guilt twisting her gut when he returned the gesture.

Hopefully someday Ethan would forgive her, and would find a better woman.

Not once did Sarah let herself think about why she was doing these things. After he was gone, she just focused on one task after the other. She shaved her pussy smooth for no reason in particular. Put on her low-cut dress with her “fuck me” pumps. Why? Doesn’t matter, don’t think about it. Map her way to the docks on her phone? Some time by the sea would be pleasant.

Stepping out her front door her heart froze at the sight of a running car waiting for her on the curb. The thoughts she’d been keeping a step ahead of all morning finally came crashing into her. This was real, they were real. If she got into that car, she’d be property for the rest of her life. No more decisions, no more choices, she’d never see her home or Ethan again. They’d breed her like a sow and she’d have no idea what they’d do with her babies once she birthed them, or even what they’d do with her once she was too old to continue. All the decisions about her life would be in someone else’s hands.

Heels hitting her concrete driveway like thunder with each step, Sarah made her way down. Opening the door to the car’s white leather interior she hesitated, giving her home one last, long look.

“I’m sorry Ethan.”

Sliding into the seat, the door closing with crushing finality, they set out for her new life.