She was pretty sure she was in trouble. She was outside on the porch pacing, smoking a cigarette, waiting. She knew he loved her, she loved him too. She also liked to see how far she could push him. There was something inside her that wouldn't allow her to stop. He loved all of the same crazy things she did, would do anything she asked. He bought her nice things and took her nice places. It just didn't seem to be enough for her. In bed she taught him what it was like to be with a passionate, uninhibited woman and he taught her the most incredible pleasures. She played games, messed with his head, flirted with other guys in front of him. She liked to see his reactions. But this time she just may have gone too far. He was drunk and according to him, just before he hung up on her, he was on his way here and he was pissed. She didn't even really know what it was she said that had set him off this time. She just knew she had already downed a pint of vodka and didn't really give a shit. Kinda. She was pretty sure his car wasn't running, but he might be able to get a ride-but never did she think an hour later that he would have WALKED all the way to her house. She sat there smoking what was probably her fourth or fifth cigarette as she saw him round the corner. Holy shit..it was a good four to five miles to her house from his. He really must be pissed this time. As he approached her house, she started to feel fear, what if she couldn't talk him down? She wondered just how drunk he was and how hard it would be to get out of this one. One look at his face and she knew, she was screwed. He was not only very drunk, if his eyes were any indication, he was in a rage. He didn't even speak, he just looked at her. Then with a quickness that shocked her, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her-HARD. It was an angry kiss, there was no love there..only pain. Then he pushed her up against the side of the house and grabbed her even harder. He needed to reclaim some dominance and this was his way of doing it. She fought him off kind of half-hearted and that was when something changed. He tore her shorts and forced his hand between her legs, if only to prove to himself that she wanted him. But even that was not enough for him. He was angry, so angry he didn't care who was around, who might be watching. When she heard him reach for his belt she got nervous, not really sure how far he was going to take this. He unfastened his belt and jeans and spun her around to face him. He could see the fear on her face as much as she saw the rage on his. He continued to grab at her, biting her and then slapped her. That got her attention. He stepped back and looked at her, surprise mixing with the alcohol infused anger. He untied his bandanna and walked towards her. He looked at her, right into her eyes, seemingly into her soul. He reached out and touched her face, right where just moments ago he had struck her and ran his knuckles across the red mark gently, muttering something about being sorry, then forced himself inside her. She was shocked. Shocked and incredibly turned on, until she realized this wasn't an apology, this was a punishment. He was rough, it was painful and just as she was starting to get into it, he reached up and wrapped the bandanna around her neck, looked deep into her eyes and said he was sorry. She started to struggle, but he was stronger and fueled by hurt as he tightened the bandanna and she started to feel faint. She tried to pull his hands away but he pinned them with his other hand all the while twisting and twisting. As her head started spinning and she couldn't catch her breath, her last thoughts were hazy...two things ran through her mind. She wondered if she was about to die and was amazed at the force of pleasure that coursed through her body just before everything faded to black and her knees buckled.
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