Devlin though, he always dominated, which was one of the reasons he liked to watch me play with other guys. He’d enjoyed me being the aggressive one with someone else because he couldn’t let me take control with him. In some strange way it still let him feel like he was dominating me because he’d tell me who I should seduce. I rarely had a say in it. But I’d been okay with it because I had loved him. I’d thought he’d go with me to L.A. and somehow we’d stay a couple even while I pursued my dream of becoming a porn star. When he’d told me that he wouldn’t go with me after all, I realized that our relationship wasn’t what I thought it’d been. It didn’t change the fact that I loved him… just that I knew I had to leave him behind. But as I stared up at him, me on my knees and his hard throbbing cock pressing against my lips…I fell headfirst into my past. It didn’t matter what names he’d called me. He didn’t mean the things he said. I’d hurt him so he wanted to hurt me back.
