Power Struggle

” Don’t touch me.” Trish hisses. My hands wrapped tightly around her long hair and each time I tug, my thick cock split her open. Her nails dug deeper into the thick plush carpet and her 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!” Trish hisses. She closes her eyes, anticipating my hand that is about to slap her ass. I give her what she expected and she hates herself for enjoying it. I slam into her six more times. Trish counted. Each thrust hurt more then the last. Her body reacts in pleasure. On the fifth thrust I exploded inside her. I grind my cock inside her in small circles, forcing her to feel how throbbing hard she makes me. I then pull out and stood up.

” If we’re not dating then you don’t live here.” I said those words quietly and then walked into the bathroom. she lay on the bed room carpet trying to move her body. Her hair roots hurt from when I yanked on her hair. Her butt hurt from the spankings. Those are all physical injuries. Luckily I never left bruises or marks. It is the emotional pain that hurt more. Trish sat on the floor and thought about the last few months of us getting back into a relationship. It had started nicely enough. A romantic dinner followed by a movie. She remembers clearly how intense our conversations were and when I asked her over for the night She couldn’t say no. The sex has been amazing. Trish remembers waking up feeling completely and utterly satisfied. Then things changed.

She woke up smelling waffles. Her body is stiff and sore and she remembers why. Sliding out of bed she slides on one of my t-shirts making her way across the plush carpeted floor into the kitchen. She smiles as she sees me putting a waffle on a plate. The table is set for two with a single yellow daisy in the middle. The vase is white with red hearts wrapped around. ” Hi.” Trish said quietly. I look up pulling her into my arms. “Am I forgiven?” I ask. As I hug her she winces. Her shoulder is radiating pain down her arm and the scene of me yanking her arm behind her back made her remember why she hurt. ” Yes baby.”

We sat down and ate in silence. Trish forgives easily. It is her biggest weakness and I had learned that quickly in our first relationship. After she finished eating she grabs both plates and did the dishes. Just as she places her hands in the hot soapy water I press myself against her back. ” You are gorgeous Trish,” I whisper. My tongue tracing circles against her neck and she grips the counter lifting up on her tiptoes. One hand reaching around her hip as my other hand pushes down my shorts. I enter her slowly so she can only gasp. It is slow jabs. A deliberate motion. Trish turns her head and we kiss. It is a romantic kiss. It is in that moment that all her physical and emotional pain is wiped away. As we made love our bodies relaxing and when she came so hard she drops on the tile floor, we both know she has forgiven me.

” Who was the guy?” I ask firmly. Trish spun around and her face drops. Thankfully she had already opened her car door and that made her feel safer. ” You kicked me out remember? Why should I tell you.” She spit out the words, not caring how bitchy she sounded. ” I miss you baby. So much. Please take me back.” I step forward and she let me hug her. My body engulfs her and all she can do is hug me back. ” I didn’t mean to slap you. You are the most important person in the world to me.” Trish nods letting me slide the gold necklace around her neck. The diamond is large sparkling against the streetlights. She feels the cold metal against her bare neck and she knows it cost a fortune. she smiles. ” I know baby. Let’s go home.” The drive home is in silence. Trish kept reaching up to finger the beautiful piece of jewelry I have given her. Her mind races with thoughts and she knew I meant my apology. When we were in our first relationship I lavished her with very expensive gifts so she reasons that this is my peace offering. Trish accepted it and later that evening as she cries out in pleasure we both knew things are back to normal.

” I fucking hate you.” Trish slaps my face hard, not caring if she left a bruise. She ducks as I stumble towards her and slap her. Trish knew it would leave a mark and in that one motion she knew things have gone from bad to worse. ” I hate you too. You are a complete bitch.” My words are muffled as she steps backwards she knocks over the glass vase with the little red hearts. It smashes on the tile floor. ” I should never have let you move back in. You’re more trouble then its worth. At least you suck cock but not as good as Natalie.” Trish glares at me as something takes over her body..She rushes at me and tackles me to the ground. She knew exactly what I’m talking about. Natalie had boasted about sucking a guy’s cock completely. She bragged he was almost ten inches and Trish had listened intently, loving how horny and slutty her friend was. Trish now realizes she is a bitch, almost admitting to her that she is off blowing her former lover.

As I slam to the floor Trish yanks down my basketball shorts swallowing my cock. Trish is a better cocksucker then Natalie is and I had no right to suggest Natalie is better. Trish pulls back and swallows again. Her lips touching my pubic hair as her chin nudges my balls. She swallows again. I grunted and moaned, tugging on her hair. She knows the power she has and this is the only way she is going to win this argument. Trish pulls back just as she feels my balls tighten. She pulls up her shirt aiming my cock right at her breasts. I came and lay back. She leans over glaring at me. ” Say I’m better.” ” Fuck off.” ” Say it.” ” No.” ” I’ll bite you.”
” You can’t live without me.” Trish growls as I said that biting down hard on my neck. Her back arches as I tug her hair hard. Trish tugs on my hair as we roll around on the floor. For each kiss we give each other we return with a violent outburst. My cock is buried deep inside her pussy. She feels how hard and hot I am.

She knew she came twice. Each time she did I held her mouth shut. She bit down on my fingers and when I exploded my teeth dug so hard into her shoulder that I drew blood. She had to wear a turtleneck for a week. The bite marks healed and the scratches on her body went away. She knew it wouldn’t be the first time I left marks but she had done the same to me. I grumbled about having to wear a long sleeved shirt to work. Trish smirked. My back is covered in scratches from her finger nails and I had bite marks on my fingers. Trish knew I had to think up a good excuse in case anyone asks but she didn’t care. We’ll either stay together or be lovers forever. No one else can put up with someone like us. We are like a tornado and a volcano.