Date Night 108

Date night wasn't going well, and I was determined not to let you ruin it. We'd already been out to dinner, and I felt like dancing. You were tired, and I was annoyed. I was a night owl, and you were usually asleep when I was just getting started. I'd left the restaurant angrily, and you were trailing behind me. I reached a club and smiled, glancing back at you mischievously. I saw you look up at the sign and frown, your hands in your pockets jangling your keys. I rolled my eyes and walked into the club. It was loud and overwhelming, so I walked up to the bar and squeezed between two men ordering drinks. They both turned to me and immediately their faces lightened.

"Well well, what can I get you?" the one on my right grunted. I smiled politely and ordered two fireball shots, ignoring the man. He raised his eyebrow as I took the shots back to back.

"A fiery one, eh?" he spoke again, his hands resting on my hip. Before I could back away you were behind me, glaring at him. You took his hand from my waist and bent it back, hurting the guy and making him start to stand. I pushed you into the crowd and we gravitated toward a corner. The alcohol was already warming my belly, and I pouted at you.

"I can handle myself. If you're so tired just go home!"

The lights crossed your face and I felt a sweat break out. You were angry. I'd pushed too hard, and now you were either going to leave me to find my own way home or punish me for my mouth. Sure enough, your hand wrapped around my neck and you led me out of the club and into the street. I tried to pull away, but your grip only tightened, making me inhale sharply. We were nearly toward the restaurant before you loosened your hand again. Everything in my body was telling me that this was different, that I'd seriously pissed you off. And yet, I wanted to believe it was one of our games.

When we neared the car in the mostly empty lot, I felt myself relax. We'd go home, you'd spank me, and I'd fall asleep pouty and sore. But when you opened the door to the backseat, I was confused. Before I could question you, you bent me over the seat and yanked my dress up.

"No fucking panties? You're a goddamn brat, you know that?"

I laid against the seat in shock. The loving person I knew had never spoken to me so harshly. But I couldn't help myself, and I knew you could tell that I'd begun to drip. Your hand struck my ass and I resisted the urge to call out.

"You're bratty and spoiled. It's always about what the princess wants. You forget, I'm the Master." And you struck me again as I heard your belt unbuckle. This time was different, you were being so rough. I tried to stand up and you pushed me back down. I felt your cock against my ass and I pushed away from you. You grabbed my hips roughly and pulled me back toward you. I fought against you and grabbed the handle on the other side of the seat. You climbed on top of me, your hands pushing me against the seat. I whimpered and tried again to get up. You forced my head down with one hand and forced your cock inside me with the other. I cried out and tears sprung to my eyes.

"I'm gonna use you tonight, like I want. You don't have a choice" you growled into my ear. I kicked my legs as you slid deeper into me, making me gasp.

"M- master please..." I pleaded, turning my head on its side to try and look at you. I was crying now, and I could tell you felt me trembling beneath you.

You spit onto my cheek and drove yourself into me, making me arch my hips. I whimpered again but I felt myself clenching your cock with my pussy and the wetness sliding down my thighs.

"Please, please," you mocked me, your hand curling around my throat to choke me. I felt my head get light as you kept thrusting into me, your grip on my neck tightening. I tried to keep my focus as I pulled on the door handle again, bucking against you and trying to get you off.

"No!" I screamed, managing to get you off of me just enough to flip over onto my back so I could push you backwards. You quickly put my hands above my head and pushed your cock into me, and I screamed again.

You glanced at the tears on my face and I felt your grip loosen and your thrusts slow. You leaned forward and caressed my cheek, cooing to me.

"Are you hurt baby? Should I stop?"

You slowly rocked into me as I struggled to answer.

"N- no..." I moaned, lifting my head to try and kiss you. You slapped me, hard and your pace quickened.

"Good. Like I said, I'm using you tonight how I want. Fight all you can, but I'm not gonna stop until I breed my pathetic little mutt."

With those words, I felt myself getting tense. As much as I cried, I liked how degrading you were being. You could tell when I clenched around your cock again that I was close. You slapped me, hard.

"You better not fucking cum, mutt. You're so sick, a mutt in heat just needs to be bred. I won't stop until I'm done."