He would demur, suggest that she did not deserve this attention, but she knew that this was what he wanted and needed even more than her.
The fantasy would always end up with him grabbing her, tearing her clothing off and throwing her over the back of a piece of furniture, her ass up, her head down. He would force himself into her mouth and fuck her face, ramming his cock violently and endlessly down her throat ignoring her choking gagging protests.
Finally he would take her from behind, lunging abruptly into her pussy and humping her with an animal intensity that would shake her whole body, knocking the chair or whatever, across the room with the violence of his fucking.
Just as she was about to come he would deny her and pull away from her. Ignoring her pleas, he would force himself up her ass, as she screamed in pain and frustration, brutally slamming into her. He would grab her already tortured ass cheeks and spread them cruelly apart, reveling in her howls of pain as he rutted and filled her with his come.
This fantasy was good for at least a half dozen orgasms start to finish. She was realistic enough to know that she would never really like a scene that rough. Hell the first ten minutes of kneeling would have her whining and complaining. She had never been hit with a cane, or even a belt. She would probably pussy out at the first smack. But it was fucking hot to think about.
Ayva knew if she told Dick all this he would either be horrified or make fun of her until the day she died, probably both. Even though he seemed to take pride in being a jerk, when it came down to doing what she wanted, he was a very physically gentle man. He would never be the man in her fantasy. Ayva was cool with that, but if he could maybe spank her it would be a start.
"You know, like before we do it, you would spank me. I could lay across your lap or lean over in front of you."
"Seriously? You want me to spank you?" He was getting that obnoxious little boy snide tone, and that maybe I will, most likely I won't grin on his face.
She cleared her throat nervously. "Like a game, just playing. Its not all that big a deal. I just thought it might be fun to maybe try. We don't have to if you don't want to." Her voice trailed off.
As she was unloading the car, carrying the bags and extra coats in from the day trip Dick struck for the first time. A sharp pop on her ass as she leaned over the car trunk. Ayva yelled and jumped, banging her head on the trunk lid. She whirled indignant, "Not like that, not when I am not expecting it. Its for like foreplay or something." He voice becoming whiny.
He crowed with delight. "Its more fun this way." Ayva shut up, she saw the absolute joy in his face. If she told him now that she did not want him to spank her, it would be useless. This was one cat that was not going to get put back in the bag without a fight. Ayva looked at him warily, rubbing her head and her ass at the same time. Shit, how come he always could fuck things up so ingeniously.
Things only got worse, he refused to spank her when she was cooperating, saying it wasn't fun that way. But he was always sneaking up on her and nailing her when she was not expecting it. His favorite was in socially inappropriate situations. She did not mind the grocery store so much but when he did it during a parent teacher conference she nearly lost it, and in front of her mother for gods sake. Fucking was a nightmare. He was developing a talent for giving her a good hard smack right when she was just about to orgasm, effectively knocking the come right out of her.
For Dick it was not sex, it was one more way to keep her off balance, keep her pissed at him. He was never so happy as when she was sputtering angry at him. "You love it." He would taunt. It infuriated her that he was right. How come she loved assholes so much.