"Don't touch me." I hissed. His hands wrapped tightly around my long tresses and each time he tugged, his thick cock split me open. My nails dug deeper into the thick plush rug and my knees hurt from the rug burn.
"You fucking love it bitch. You come home dressed as a slut and expect to be treated like a princess!"
"You broke up with me remember!" I hissed.
I closed my eyes, anticipating his huge hand that was about to slap my ass. He gave me what I expected and I hated myself for enjoying it. He slammed into me four more times. I counted. Each thrust hurt more then the last. My body reacted in pleasure. On the fourth thrust he exploded inside me. He ground his cock inside me in small circles, making me feel how throbbing hard I had made him. He then pulled out and stood up.
"If we're not dating then you don't live here." He said those words quietly and then walked into the bathroom. I lay on the living room carpet and tried to move my body. My hair roots hurt from when he yanked on my hair. My butt hurt from the spankings. Those were all physical injuries. Luckily he never left bruises or marks. It was the emotional pain that hurt more.
I sat on the floor and thought about the last few months. It had started nicely enough. A romantic dinner followed by a movie. I remember clearly how intense our conversations were and when he asked me over for the night I couldn't say no. The sex had been amazing. I remember waking up feeling completely and utterly satisfied. Then things changed.
***
I woke up and smelled waffles. My body was stiff and I remembered why. Sliding out of bed I slid on one of his t-shirts and made my way across the cold hardwood floor into the kitchen. I smiled as I saw him putting a waffle on a plate. The table was set for two with a single yellow daisy in the middle. The vase was white with red hearts wrapped around.
"Hi." I said quietly. He looked up and pulled me into his arms.
"Am I forgiven?" he asked. As he hugged me I winced. My shoulder was radiating pain down my arm and the scene of him yanking my arm behind my back made me remember why I hurt.
"Yes baby."
We sat down and ate in silence. I forgave easily. It was my biggest weakness and he had learnt that so quickly. After I finished eating I grabbed both plates and did the dishes. Just as I placed my hands in the hot soapy water he press himself against my back.
"You are gorgeous baby," he whispered. His tongue traced circles against my neck and I gripped the counter and lifted up on my tiptoes. One hand reached around my hip as his other hand pushed down his boxers. He entered me so slowly and I could only gasp.
It was a slow movement. A deliberate motion. I turned my head and we kissed. It was a romantic kiss. It was in that moment that all my physical and emotional pain was wiped away. As we made love our bodies relaxed and when I came so hard I dripped on the tile floor, we both knew I had forgiven him.
***
"Who was the guy?" he asked firmly.
I spun around and my face dropped. Thankfully I had already opened my car door and that made me feel safer.
"You kicked me out remember? Why should I tell you." I spat out the words, not caring how bitchy I sounded.
"I miss you baby. So much. Please take me back." He stepped forward and I let him hug me. His muscular body engulfed mine and all I could do was hug him back.
"I didn't mean to hit you. You are the most important person in the world to me."
