"No. I think you should sleep on the couch. You haven't been paying enough attention to me," you say, crossing your arms with a smug look on your face dressed in a T-shirt and panties. I look up from my dinner and raise an eyebrow.
"...Excuse me?" I ask.
"You've been spending too much time reading and not worshipping me enough," you say, grinning as I stand up, approaching you. You begin to back up, hesitation flashing in your eyes which you push down by determination to show no weakness.
Your wrists struggle weakly as I pin you to the wall. You refuse to look at me, ignoring me intently and intentionally. My lips lean in to press against yours', but you turn away, smiling. Teasing.
That's enough of that. One hand lets one of your wrists go, and reaches down, grabbing the thin T-shirt that covers your breasts. Your face gasps and you look at me. "Let go," you say with surprise as I twist it in my fingers, ignoring the hand that grabs my wrist.
"No," I say, grabbing it with both hands and pulling. Tearing. Shredding your shirt as you let out a scream and try to hold my hands against your chest to try to keep me from shattering your clothes, but that doesn't matter.
You aren't strong enough to stop me from doing what I want.
"Stop it," you say as you look at me, your eyes filled with arousal and fear as I grab your wrists, pinning them to the wall as I begin to lick and suck on your nipple, shuddering as you let out a moan. "I told you to... nnn...st..." you groan as your knees shudder weakly as I switch nipples, grinding my knee against your pussy through your panties.
As your legs weaken, I grab you by the hair before you know what's happening and throw you down on the floor by your head. You let out a squeal before I grab you by the hair again and drag you over the couch that you were going to exile me to before I start to spank your ass.
