What I wanted...

He grabs my hair and holds my head steady. "Do it!" he growls. I shake my head no. "Do it!" he says more forcefully. He pushes his dick against my closed lips. I clamp my lips together harder. He pushes my lips open and rubs his hard cock against the inside of my mouth. "Take it all" he commands. I know that I have no choice, so I start sucking. I run my tongue against the length of his shaft. Flick his head with my tongue ...put his balls in my mouth...

He then grabs me and pushes me down on the bed. "I want you now." I tell him I'm not ready. He doesn't care. He pushes my legs apart. I try to push him off, but he grabs both my wrists with his hand. he holds my arms above my hand. His teeth tear at my nipples.

He jams his cock inside me. I'm not ready...I'm not wet, but he doesn't care. I try to wiggle out of the way but he's stronger than me. I can't do anything but endure what he wants. I know that when it's over I will be bruised and battered.

"Was that what you wanted?" he asks. It was exactly what I wanted. I wanted everything I got. I could have stopped him at anytime. I knew that; he knew that. He only did what I asked.

That's what makes it okay. When he finishes, he asks if I'm okay. I smile coyly and tell him yes. He is worried about me. He takes a towel and gently wipes me off. He bristles at the bruises that are already forming on my thighs.

"Do you feel better?" I wish I knew the answer to that question.