You've just had the most violent, drunken row ever with James and are now
sitting in the back of a cab, next to him, silent but absolutely fuming. He'd
been in a pretty bad mood all day but you hadn't expected him to explode like he
did. You were in a bar and when Nicky, who was quite tipsy, playfully gave you a
kiss, you made the grave mistake of not pushing him away. Immediately you saw
James' face in the corner of your eye and knew that you'd let things go too far.
Grabbing you by your wrist, he quietly dragged you to the toilets and, making
sure nobody was in there, locked the main door before turning on you. "You
fucking whore", he spat, moving towards you. Angry, you went to push past
him and unlock the door but he caught hold of your arms. You could smell the
Whiskey on his breath and knew that he'd been drinking most of the night. When
you tried to struggle, slowly realising that he wasn't just playing about, he
lashed out and hit you across the face, practically knocking you to the floor.
You were so shocked (and slightly aroused) that you backed away from him,
silent. He'd never actually hit you before, although he'd been close. His eyes
were burning into yours as he looked down at you. "You know the only reason
he goes after you is because he knows you're easy. It's the same with
Richey" he spat, deliberately trying to hurt you. With that he grabbed hold
of you again and threw you up against the wall, slamming your back hard against
the plaster. He pushed his leg between your thighs, after violently ripping your
knickers down, despite your struggling. His body pressed hard up against yours,
he grabbed your hair with one hand, pulling your head backwards. His lips were
dangerously close to yours. "You need treating like the prostitute you
obviously are", he hissed, and before you could protest he practically
stabbed one finger inside you, fucking you really hard. You bite your lip,
trying to hold back your moans - half out of pain, half out of pleasure. He knew
how it was bordering on hurting you but only retaliated by fucking you even
harder. Once he'd got bored of doing that he tried to push you to your knees to
give him a blowjob but you pulled away, this time really fighting, and made it
to the door. Once you were back in the bar you knew he wouldn't do anything -
James loses his temper but not in public. You tried to act as though nothing had
happened but when James reappeared a few minuets later, glaring at you, he
suddenly announced to everyone that you were both leaving. Not wanting to cause
a scene you just went along with it and James, grabbing your hand roughly,
dragged you outside to a waiting taxi.
James
never speaks a word all the way home but you can see him throwing you filthy
looks in the mirror. You deliberately pull your skirt up slightly, revealing
your thighs and flashing your suspenders - letting him know exactly what he's
going to be missing tonight. You had planned to give him the night of his life
before this row, but now you've decided to not even let him touch you - in fact,
you're going to sleep in the spare room. As soon as the taxi pulls up outside
James' flat you're out of the car and opening the door, ignoring James and
leaving him to deal with paying the driver. Once inside you start making your
way to the bathroom but suddenly hear the front door slam behind you and in a
second someone has hold of you and is forcing you towards the kitchen. Pushing
you into the room, James doesn't even bother turning on the light. You turn to
scream at him but then see his face. Walking towards you, you slowly back away
from him until you hit the sink and realise there's no way of escaping. All you
can hear is your own heavy breathing. For the first time in your life you
actually feel quite scared, considering the mood James is in - you've never seen
him so foul. He pushes up against you, grabbing the straps of your dress and
pulling them down over your shoulders. "Now do what you wouldn't
earlier", he hisses, going to push you down to your knees. Judging by the
look in his eyes you know not to argue this time. He's got you trapped between
his body and the sink (swoon) so you have no choice but to do as he says.
Fiercely pushing himself into your mouth, he brutally grabs your hair and forces
himself even deeper down your throat. "Now suck hard", he growls, as
he starts fucking your mouth. You can't back away from him so have to really
relax to stop yourself from gagging. (Hey, he's a BIG boy!) You hear him moan
and see him throw his head back in ecstasy as he starts to cum, so you instantly
try and pull away from him. But he holds you firmly, and looking down at you
hisses, "Ah ah ah - you'll fucking swallow". No sooner has he said it
then you feel his hot spurt in your mouth and down your throat. He keeps hold of
your head until he knows you've swallowed, and only then does he pull away. As
he walks away you turn your back to him and face the sink, spitting whatever is
left in your mouth just out of sheer spite. When James doesn't say anything else
you turn round slowly, thinking that maybe he's left the kitchen. But no, he's
still stood there, staring at you intently. You wonder what he's going to do.
"James?" you begin to say, your voice a little more nervous than you
really wanted. "Pull your dress up, take your knickers down and bend over
that table", he says in a low voice. For a moment you think he's joking but
he just nods his head towards the table and starts taking off his belt. It
suddenly dawns on you what he's intending to do. James pulls the belt from his
jeans and moves towards you. "Do as you're told". You can't help it
your eyes begin to fill with tears. "James no, please", you begin.
"You have to learn, baby", he whispers more softly, seeing your tears,
but not giving in. He lifts his hand to your face and gently wipes away your
tears. You think for a moment he's changed his mind but you suddenly feel his
hand on your thighs and, still staring into your eyes, he starts edging up your
dress. You don't try and stop him (knowing how useless it would be) but you
don't help him either. Part of you is turned on, and James knows this. But
suddenly his tone changes again and he growls in your ear, "Do it".
Reluctantly you start to pull your knickers down as James watches you. Stepping
out of them, James takes you gently by the hand and pulls you towards the table.
You can't believe how gentle he's being with you when you know he's about to do
something so violent. (God, this sounds sooo bad!) Then, slipping behind you, he
pushes you over the table. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans, as he
pushes his erection against your rear. Carefully he starts to edge your dress up
around your waist, and you feel the leather belt against your hot skin.
"Please don't do it hard", you beg."I'll do what I fucking
want", he spits back, and then adds, "And if you try and fight, I'll
do it even harder". You can tell by his voice that he's incredibly turned
on, despite your reservations. But before you can say anything else you suddenly
feel a sting across your bum and realise he's just whipped you (WAY-HEY!) You
can't help but cry out, but James just responds by spanking you again - this
time even harder. "I should have done this to you a long fucking time
ago", he snarls, "then maybe I wouldn't have to be punishing you
now". You try not to make any sound as he continues to spank you, but when
he finishes and you hear the zip of his flies, it dawns on you what else he has
planned. You feel his cock between your legs and know damn well that from the
position you're in he's definitely not aiming for your pussy. Practically
mounting you on the table, he pushes the head of his cock inside you and then
stops. "Relax", he orders you, giving you only the briefest of seconds
before thrusting hard inside you. You moan, not completely shocked - as this
isn't the first time he's screwed you this way. The only difference is he'd got
you drunk the first time and then sweet-talked you into doing it, being really
gentle. He cums quickly and pulls you up off the table, spinning you round to
face him before pushing you back onto the table so that you're sitting on the
edge of it. Now he pushes between your legs and inside you properly this time.
You gasp as he pulls you further onto his cock, plunging himself even deeper
inside you. You're dying to make a bitchy comment about him fucking you in every
place he can in one night, but decide to keep quiet. Instead you whisper,
"I'm sorry". Without replying he kisses you hard on the mouth, pushing
his tongue deep inside you. Pulling your dress up and over your head, he throws
it to the floor before picking you up - him still inside of you - and carrying
you into the bedroom, the two of you collapsing on the bed. Gently he fucks you
for hours, holding your face really close to his, as he thrusts deeper and
deeper inside of you, reaching every possible spot. Turning you over, so that
you're now facing the bed, he starts to slide his tongue down your back until he
reaches your bum. Then he softly starts kissing the marks the leather belt left,
all the time whispering, "I'm sorry, I love you, baby". And of course,
you forgive him.