Authorâs Note: This is Chapter Two of this story, it will make a lot more sense if you go read Chapter One first.
I scrambled to pick up the cigarette before it burned my sheets. I donât have the most glamorous bedroom set, more like a mattress on the floor at the moment, but still, the sheets are new.
âYou are kidding right?â I asked, really not sure if he was or not or just fucking with my head again.
âWell Round Two is gonna start in a bit, I guess youâll find out then wonât ya?â he replied, a smirk permanently on his face now.
This man was unbelievable. So arrogant, so sure of himself, so fucking good in bed! I didnât care much for his other traits, but fuck this guy knew what he wanted, how to do it and how to make me cum like Old Faithful. I hated him for having me in his control so quickly but I loved him for the way he made me feel at the same time. I donât expect you to understand, I donât really understand it myself.
So there we were lying in my bed, not touching, not talking, barely able to hear the other person breathing. I know I was caught up in my own thoughts and I assume he was planning the next round in his head. Or maybe he was thinking about football, I really donât care. I didnât think there was anyway I could handle another round like Round One but damn if I wasnât going to try.
He was stretched out, naked on top of the covers. I was hovering under the towel heâd thrown at me when he told me to clean up and get ready and trying to cover my body. I noticed the difference in our personalities just from that observation alone. But normally Iâm a very confident woman who knows what she wants and isnât afraid to take it. Why then did I feel like a submissive little schoolgirl just lying by his side? Well fuck this I thought and I pulled off the towel, stood up and walked out of the room. If he wants me, heâll come get me. Or heâll call me back in here. Damn I hope he does!
He didnât say anything to me as I left the room, didnât ask where I was going, didnât care much I suppose. I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water. I was laughing under my breath because this is the exact same scene where it all started, except the water had been for him. I milled about, naked, through my apartment. I picked up the dishes weâd used for dinner earlier in the night and started loading them into the dishwasher. I washed out the sink and put some stuff away in cabinets. It was just another evening at home all of a sudden. Nothing unusual had happened it seemed. This thought brought me back to thinking the exact opposite was true. This was no normal night at home, this wasnât just sex with some guy, this was THE best sex Iâd ever had and I wanted more.
As I stood in the kitchen, leaning against the sink, my fingers started to run through my hair. Stroking it through the back and sides, then running my hands across my body. I was gently and slowly squeezing my nipples and I could feel the wetness building between my legs again just thinking about what heâd done to me. I was running my fingers between my tits and down my stomach about to reach my pussy when he was suddenly behind me.
âDid I tell you that you could touch yourself?â he said. He was very close, standing very near to me and I could feel his breath on my neck. His tone was more than a whisper though. He almost sounded mad. I spun around and was face to face with him.
âI didnât know you were there,â I said.
âThat doesnât answer my question now does it? Iâll ask you again, did I tell you that you could touch yourself?
âI wasnât, I mean I didnât, I was justâŠâ I stuttered.
âUh huh. âI was,⊠I didnât,âŠ. Iâm just a stupid slut.â Is that was youâre trying to say? Iâm just a stupid slut who canât get enough and so I have to do it myself. Is that what you meant?â he asked, with much disgust and annoyance in his voice.
âNo, thatâs not at all what I was going to say. I just didnât know you were there, I was putting away dishes and started thinking about you. I guess I got caught up in my thoughts, but I was thinking ofâŠâ
âJust shut up already.â he cut me off. And he walked out of the kitchen and towards the living room taking my glass of water with him.
Man does this guy know how to push my buttons and piss me off! I followed him into the living room about ready to give him a piece of my mind. I donât care how good the sex was, he was being an asshole.
âHey listen assholeâŠâ I started to say and he whipped around, grabbed the wrist of the hand that was pointing at him and bent my arm back behind me. Iâve never been arrested, but it sure felt like he was about to read me my rights.
âNo you listen bitch,â he growled at me, âdinner was great and all, but Iâm not here to exchange niceties with you. You are MINE now and you wonât even THINK about sex unless I tell you to. Even if youâre thinking about being with me.â he lessened his grip as he continued to say âYouâve been a good girl so far. The protests you gave earlier added to the desired affect but it really doesnât matter what you say or do anymore tonight, Iâm taking what I want. Whatever I want. When and how I want it. You may or may not want the same things, but fuck, thatâs not really my concern.â
Though heâd loosened his grip on my arm it was still tight and I was trying to bend towards him to get out of his hold on me. âGet on your kneesâ he said as he pushed me forward and let me go. I turned and stared him in the face. I couldnât tell if he was joking or not. If this was a role play or I was in real danger. I locked my eyes with his trying to read his mind. A chuckle escaped my lips as I somehow found humor in this very unlikely situation. He laughed too and my chuckle increased to a near belly laugh as I thought Iâd called his bluff.
âThis is funny isnât it?â he said.
âYes!â I laughed, âI almost believed you. You are too much!â I wrapped my arms around my stomach and was nearly doubled over laughing. âGet on your knees! ha ha ha! Wow, did you take acting classes?â
He was still laughing and made his way towards me. He reached out his arms to me and I thought we were going to embrace or at least hold each other up, I know I sure was laughing hard enough to fall over. What a scene, both of us standing naked in the middle of my living room. His hands ran down both of my arms and he locked his fingers between mine. He was still laughing and making comments about it all.
With his fingers interlocked between mine he pulled his hands up, twisting my hands at the same time which caused me to hit my knees immediately to alleviate the pain in my fingers and wrists.
âYou know whatâs funny is that you STILL donât take me seriously!â he was laughing. âNow that IS funny. You donât believe me.â and he continued to twist and pull up on my wrists now twisting my forearms in a direction theyâre not meant to go.
âOh my god youâre hurting me! Let go! Please stop!â I was almost crying.
âOh, so youâre done laughing now are you? Finally. Now that youâre on your knees, be a good girl and suck my cock.â he said.
âIâll bite your cock off, let me go!â I said.
A very hard smack landed on the side of my head and I blinked fast and shook my head to make the little stars go away. As the stars faded he too was on his knees and stroking the side of my head he had just hit. We were face to face and he was cooing and saying âBaby, why canât you just be a good girl and do things my way? I know you like it rough but why do you make me go and do things like that?â He was placing baby kisses all over my face as I cried. He wiped away my tears and stood me up. He held me in his strong frame and rocked me back and forth.
My sobbing subsided and he held my head in his hands, âthere ya go baby, See youâre all better now.â His voice was very smooth and comforting. Then his hands were on my shoulders and he was pushing me back to his knees. âNow,â he said gently, âGet on your knees.â