Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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Dallas," Clarissa groaned "I'm really not in the mood tonight."
Her lover; her man, leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips. It was sensual. Heartfelt. By no means intended to stir physical desire. It was purely out of love and affection. However; he still remained persistent with his goal.
"Okay. Wait. Let's try one more time. If this doesn't do it for you, then I forfeit."
Clarissa rolled her eyes at his proposition. Her rejections went ignored for the last half hour. Now he was showing signs of defeat. All she had to do was put up with him a little longer. One last juvenile attempt and it would all be over with.
"Okay," she huffed. "Fine. Start it up."
Dallas leaned in close and nibbled on her ear. A slight tickling sensation coursed up and down the side of her head. Then he stopped and retrieved his cell phone. Throughout the last half hour, Dallas tinkered with the device, bringing up video after video and showing the contents to his beloved to get her in the mood. Nothing seemed to work. No matter how hard he tried, she remained the same. Both behaving like the subjects to the Riddle of The Ultra-Sphinx. He was the irresistible force. She was the immovable object. Dallas' thumbs danced across the touch screen and came to a stop.
"Finally! Found it."
Clarissa shifted her body and laid against Dallas, her head on his chest with his free arm pressing against her spine. His fingernails lightly scratched at her lower back. His other hand held the phone and brought it close to their faces. Clarissa slowly extended her finger toward the screen, and pressed the play button.
An attractive woman was laying in her bed. Her eyes were closed and yet she wasn't sleeping. Her head turned from side-to-side. Her breathing showed signs of frustration. Then her eyes opened, revealing a beautiful brown coloring to her irises. She looked in one direction. Followed by another. She inhaled deeply and let out a tremendous sigh. She was restless and in need of a fix.
The woman shifted her body and reached for the nightstand. Placed there was her cell phone. Her fingers tapped the screen until she found whom she was looking for in her contact list. Pressing on the name, she brought the device to the side of her head. A voice could barely be heard through the earpiece, and the woman grew a smile across her face.
"Hey," she spoke seductively, revealing her identity of either British or Australian descent. "I can't sleep."
Music started playing on the video. The kind used for cheesy, erotic films. The woman nibbled on her bottom lip and smiled. Clearly hearing exactly what she wanted.
"I'll see you soon." she grinned mischievously.
The screen faded to black, then the video resumed. The erotic music continued to play as the woman remained in her bed. Eyes wide open in anticipation. A loud knock could be heard off camera and she sat up on her mattress.
"Come in!" she shouted, still sounding aroused and seductive.
A jingle of keys could be heard in the background. Whomever was entering her home had a set of their own. Footsteps were heard next, and approaching quickly. The woman quickly played with her hair, making herself appear even more seductive for her guest. She was more than ready.
The doorknob to her bedroom rotated and the door yawned open. A tall man with very masculine features entered. He was barely smiling. He knew he had a job to do. The woman in bed looked him over and started to speak.
"Hey, big boy." she softly spoke.
Moving quicker than a hiccup, the man reached behind his back and revealed an indigenous blow gun. He inhaled deeply and brought one end towards his mouth. With all of his might, he exhaled into the hollow tube, "firing" the projectile within. The video tried to focus on the projectile, creating a blurred effect instead.
A high pitched whistle filled the bedroom for less than a second. The video returned its focus to the woman in bed. A thin dart with a short red quill was attached to the side of her neck. She gasped, bringing her palm over her heart. Her gorgeous eyes immediately looked glossy and distant. All of which was followed by an immediate look of sedation on her face.
"Dank whooo." she slurred.
Her brown eyes crossed. Followed by her tongue sticking out of her mouth. Then every muscle in her body went dead, and she crashed back onto the mattress behind her. And finally, the video ended.
Clarissa immediately broke into hysterical laughter, knowing her ribcage would hurt a little when finished. Dallas laughed alongside her. Both holding onto each other so they wouldn't fall off the bed. It was moments like this which the lovers cherished. The two slowly regained control of themselves and a calmness filled the bedroom.
"Thanks; hun, I really needed that." she spoke first.
"Well, I knew you were having a bad day and didn't want you going to bed upset." he responded.
Clarissa pressed her lips against his, running her fingers through his short hair.
"You always know how to cheer me up after a bad day." she said, after removing her mouth from his.
It was true. Her day at work was extremely long. Tiring. Irritating. And a number of other cruel descriptions. Simple jobs became complications. And complicated jobs transitioned to having to be completed at later times. She hated not being able to finish specific tasks in a single day. But it was to be expected from time to time. Her lover was very keen to her frustrations, and did the best he could to improve her mood whenever possible.
"You know I'll do anything for you, if it's within my power." Dallas smiled.
"Pinky promise?" Clarissa asked, her fist closed and pinky finger straightened.
"What?"
"Pinky promise."
