"Shut the fuck up!" He snarls at me.
"Fuck you! It's not MY fault you can't do anything right! Maybe you should find someone else to do it if you can't do it right! Maybe one of your friends who can actually fix something?" I say snidely. I'm just pointing out the facts. If he can't fix my fucking bed then maybe he should get someone who can actually do it rather than fuck it up more.
His eyes flare black for a second. "What was that?"
"I said, maybe you should find someone who won't fu-"
I'm cut off as Will grabs me by the neck and shoves me up against the wall. "Did you just suggest someone else do my job? That someone else can do it better than me? Hmm? Who are you thinking of, babe? Mike, maybe? It's not like I don't see how you look at him. What do you think he can do better than me?" He growls in my ear. I'm a little scared. He's never done this before, but I know he won't hurt me.
"Oh, hun. What couldn't he do better than you?" I shoot back at him.
Within a second he's sitting on that damned bed with its broken legs, forcing me over his knees. "You wanna say that to me again?" He pulls down my jeans off my legs and rubs and kneads my ass a bit.
I'm not buying it. I turn my head to look into his eyes. "He could do anything better than you."
Wills eyes turn dark, just as he raises his arm and slams it down onto my ass. I cry out as the force lifts me off of his lap, and I hear a low chuckle before he brings his hand down again. Making me scream every time he spanks me like a little girl getting a punished.
"You done yet hun?" He asks, rubbing my sore red ass gently now.
I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes closed before answering. "That was nothing." I turn to loop up at him with that does smirk on his face. "Mike could hit harder."
Will shoves me off his lap onto the bed. I roll over onto my back to look up at him. "Oh? Is that right? I bet you'd want mile to be doing this, huh?" And with that he shoves his two fingers into my pussy. "God, you're already fucking wet. Did me smacking that ass turn you on? Huh? Wouldn't surprise me. You're such a slut even a loser like Mike could get it in, fucking bitch. You're soaking my hand!"
He pumps his fingers in and out of me, while I'm pissed that he could make me feel so turned on when I'm so fucking angry. How fucking dare he treat me like this?! I try to push him away and kick at him, but each time he slams his long fingers into me I can't help but let out a moan. He laughs lowly at me and leans down, pinning back my wrists while he bites my shoulders, over and over again. I let out a squeal as he clamps his teeth down, drawing blood. He lets go of my wrists as he tears my shirt, reaching for my small 32B chest, pinching my nipple and sucking on it hard.
I throw back my head and moan, pleading with him. "please Will, I'm sorry Will! Please!"
