She woke up tangled in the sheets with nothing on. It was morning again, and he had managed to lure her to bed again the night before. She looked to her side, he was fast asleep.
She looked at the side table where his medication was. He’d been taking them since he was back from the hospital, they gave him sleeping pills to calm his nerves. She was lucky, if he hadn’t been taking them, he would’ve been more aggressive towards her, especially after what he had been through.
He was suspicious, she could tell. She didn’t know how long she could keep secrets from him. He’d been asking all sorts of questions all night, he always had his way of eliciting the truth from people. Sometimes he would do it while they were having sex, while she was high in ecstasy, things can easily slip from her mouth.
She tried to be smarter, she didn’t give him the chance. She wooed him with intimacy, seduced him with her sensuality, gave him what he wanted from her just to distract him in any way possible. But for how long?
She felt his warm hand on her bottom sliding up to the back of her neck, his mouth was on her shoulder and finally his whole naked body pressed against her.
“You were fantastic last night … you always leave me wanting more, and then I wake up finding you here so ready for me again,” he groped her breast and bit her ear.
She could feel him hard on her butt cheek, she held his hand, “I was thinking about breakfast … Laura has a great meal plan for us throughout the week.”
“Fuck breakfast, fuck Laura and her menus, I want to fuck you,” he was breathing heavily.
His kisses on her neck and back were raising the hair on her body, she laughed lightly, she didn’t want to get him back into his habit, “We’ll have time for this again after breakfast,” she was reaching for her robe.
He pulled her arm, “Why bother wearing anything … we’ll be doing this all day, every day, just tell Laura to bring the food here.”
He was rubbing himself on her, she was pinned face down with him on her back. He wasn’t going to let her slip away. “Maybe we should do something fun later, I’ll tie you up and I can have you any way I want,” he was letting himself in even though she was still thinking about breakfast.
She was horrified when he said it, but she played it cool, “Maybe I can tie you up this time … and I can do things to you.”
It turned him on even more, he groaned as he was thrusting her from behind, “Oh I’d love that baby, you can even rough me up if you want to … punish me for what I did on our wedding day, do you remember seeing me with her?”
What he said turned her off immediately, “Fuck you, Armand, why did you have to bring that up now?”
He had a wicked smile that she couldn’t see, he buried his face in her hair, “You hate me … you wanted to punch me, right? I was riding her from the back when you walked in … and you hated me.”
She wriggled to get him off her back, “Get off me you fucking prick.”
He held her wrist to the bed, “I love it when you talk like that to me, I deserve every spite you have in you … I was fucking you that day, Ari, you were so beautiful in your wedding dress, I was ripping it off of you in my mind, and fucking you exactly like this.” He was pushing harder, and faster, he was escalating with more resistance from her.
“You weren’t fucking me … you were fucking your whore like you always do behind my back, you’re a fucking asshole, Armand, you’re such a shit for bringing that up on this bed,” she yelled at him.
He turned her around, he was still smiling, “That’s right … hit me …”
She was trying hard not to blow up in a rage, but her body was carried away in deep pleasure, he was still inside her and moving her the way he knew her body would find pleasure in it.
He let go of her wrists, “Hit me, baby, punch me,” his eyes stared deep into hers.
She loved him, she hated him, she was terrified by him, she despised him, but she wanted him to finish the job. Why did he always do that to her? She held her hand into a fist and smacked him on the face, “Fuck you!” she screamed at him.
His face was turned by her fist, he turned to her again, “Do it again … let it all out, baby, tell me mean things … and let it all out.” His legs were pinning her on the bed, she couldn’t wriggle away no matter how hard she tried.
She pushed him with both hands, but he’s got the upper hand, he was on top of her and he was a lot stronger than her. She slapped him again, pushed him and punched him. She screamed her lungs out at him. Everything that had happened to her was coming back all at the same time.
“I hate you! You did this to me! You did this!” she kept hitting him as they fuck.
He let her hit him as hard as she could, as many times as she wanted. It was fueling him to reach his climax, he was groaning with her underneath him. “Let it all out, baby, you know I love you … ” he kissed her mouth until she couldn’t speak and he could feel her tightening around him. “That’s right, baby, I got you,” he bit the side of her breast.
She screamed, in pain, in pleasure, in hatred, in frustration, and then she erupted into thousands of pieces.
Her moan and panting was held by his kiss, he engulfed her mouth in a passionate kiss. He was getting so much pleasure from what they did.
“You made me like this … you’re sick, Armand, and I hate you for it,” she pushed him hard, he fell limp on her side this time.
She tried to get up from the bed, but he pulled her again and wrapped her in his arms, “I love you, Ari … like no other person in this world … you’re the only one I ever loved.”
She pushed him away, “Get away from me … don’t touch me.” She stood, put on her robe and walked away.
He laid helplessly on the bed and laughed softly, he held on his penis that couldn’t seem to cool down around her. Her annoyance never lasted very long. He always got into her nerves when he spite fuck her but then she will be alright again, the next fuck will be sweet and tender just the way she likes it.