“Are you ready to fucking listen yet?” I asked, slapping her a third time.
“Fuck, Dante,” she screamed, biting down on her clenched fist. I spanked her again, this time on her other ass cheek, taking her by surprise. She moaned low in her throat, her pussy pulsating around my cock.
Her ass was already beginning to bruise, but it didn’t stop me from delivering yet another painful slap. My hand stung from the force of it, but if she felt any pain, she gave no indication. She moaned again, her hips rocking against me, wanting more. Always wanting more.
This woman would be the fucking death of me.
She matched me move for move, forever locked in the death of checkmate. Never relenting, never giving in. She gave as good as she got, never backing down, never showing weakness.
I fucking loved it, and I loved her.
And yet I couldn’t stand her. She caused nothing but pain. She was my weakness. My vice. I needed her to feel hurt, like I had felt hurt. I needed her to experience the heart shattering knifes blade of betrayal. I needed her wounded, like she had wounded me.
I felt her pussy tense up and I pulled out of her, not wanting her to cum just yet.
She moaned her disappointment, but I ignored her and instead picked her up under her armpits and threw her on the bed, not caring that she hit herself on the suitcase. Not caringthat her head bounced off the edge. Not caring about any damn fucking thing.
I was on her in a second, flipping her onto her stomach and pushing her head into the pillow with one hand and spreading her open with the other. I slammed my cock back inside her, fucking her like she had been begging me to do. I cared little about her pleasure. I wanted to fucking punish her.
The memories of how it felt to have her leave, to have her walk away from me, assaulted every sense I had. It ignited this urge within me to make her suffer. I fisted her hair and wanted to rip it from the scalp. I wanted to have her crying and begging, pleading with me to stop.
I slammed my hips into her over and over, and all she did was moan. She loved it rough. She could take it all.
I pushed her head further into the pillow, wanting to scare her, wanting to make her fucking nervous.
She tapped on the bedside table, something that had always been our safe “word”.
I was tempted to ignore her. I was tempted to show her who was in control, and how dangerous it was to piss me off. She tapped again, and an animalistic growl left my body.
But I relented.
Because in the end, I was just a man who was in love with a woman, and I could never betray her like that.
As soon as she was free, she twisted her head, gasping for air.
I looked at her face, seeing the mascara streaking down her cheeks from her tears. I saw her red-rimmed eyes, her swollen lips, her smudged makeup, and I felt victorious.
Even if I knew deep down she had more left to give. At that moment she looked shattered and broken, and it was exactly what my messed up mind needed.
I pulled her to her knees and slammed my cock down her throat, making her choke.
But like the pro she was, she recovered quickly, her hands coming up to fist the base of my cock, removing some of the length her mouth needed to take so she could prepare herself.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Miss Rachel. That won’t do.
I removed her hands and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down on my cock. She placed her hands on my thighs, bracing herself as I slammed into her mouth, keeping herhead pinned down. She made a gargled choke, the spit spilling down her chin.
I pulled her head back, allowing her some brief seconds of breath before sinking back into her mouth, holding her steady as I thrust my hips against her, ramming my cock in and out.
She spread her knees and pushed one hand between her legs, her fingers seeking out her clit. She rubbed it furiously; her moans vibrating around my cock.
I saw it as an invitation.
I pulled out of her and pushed her onto her back, burying my face in her pussy before she had stopped bouncing on the bed.
This will be the last time, I swore to myself. I had to let her go after this.
I circled my tongue around her clit, drawing it into my mouth with a sharp suck, flicking my tongue around the tip before releasing it and flattening my tongue to run along the length of her.
