I’d never been scared before, but ever since she told me about UCLA, I’ve been downright terrified she’ll leave me. So terrified I’ve gotten into the habit of waking her up in the middle of the night just to hear her say she’s mine.
“Yes,that,” she hisses, in response to my distracted words. “What the hell, Quill? Why did you do that?” She blinks away angry tears. “I lost my scholarship, and I won’t be able to go to UCLA. I’ll be stuck going to community college.”
Good.
But I’m very aware that my immediate reaction won’t cut it. I don’t know what reactionwouldcut it, so I’m back to patting the mattress more insistently.
“C’mon.”
“Quill!” Her voice is practically a shriek by now, and I’m definitely not finding it all that relaxing anymore. “I don’t want to sit down! I don’t want to cuddle! I hate you so much!”
She nudges me harder, a shove, really, right against one of my bruises, and I can’t help but wince. One second is all it takes for the dynamic to change, because she just fucking shoved me.
I once told her never to raise a hand at me, and she just fucking did.
I swing up from the mattress, suddenly full of energy, while she stares at me, probably going from the very quick realization that I’m injured to the next realization that I’m pissed. Her face has gone from fury to guilt, a guilt that’s mixed with fear.
I’m going to remind her again that her anger’s got nothing on mine, and she knows it. She steps back hurriedly, pressing herself against the opposite wall as I eat up the distance between us. Then I let fall my arms on either side of her, completely trapping her. I’m panting heavily, because Tragen’s punches aren’t light, and I’m in pain. But I’m also hard, my cock tentingin my gym shorts.
She’s looking at me, her face white, her chin trembling. She thinks I’m furious, but the truth is, I don’t think I could ever really be truly angry with her. If I were, she’d be dead.
This version of anger is the kind that gets me nice and worked up, and ends with the kind of fuck that she enjoys just as much as me.
In fact, despite her apparent fear, she’s running her tongue over her lips, her gaze going down to take in my dick.
But then, she remembers her anger. Or maybe she’s trying to provoke me into giving her an even harder fuck.
Or both.
“I wanted to go to UCLA, Quill,” she says, her voice harsh in her futile attempt to keep the tremor out of it. “You’ve ruined my future. Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.”
“I’ll ruin a lot more if you don’t shut up,” I breathe into her neck, ignoring her last question, because I want to get to the punishment fuck, and I know if she softens up too early that’s not going to happen.
I flip her roughly so her front is flush against the wall.
“It’s not fair.” She’s back to provocation, clearly wanting whatever pain I’m going to dole out just as much as I do. “You’re not taking me seriously. You’re not listening. I’m trying to talk to you about something very important, and you’re going to have sex with me…”
“No,” I correct. “I’m going tofuckyou.”
With that, I pull down her jean shorts and her little bubble butt bursts out. I slide my hand over it, first over the panties, then under them, biting down on my first instinct to rip them off her because shedidask me to stop destroying her clothes. And Idolisten. Sometimes.
I couldn’t really see the big deal about her running out of panties at the rate I was ripping them to shreds until shethreatened to go commando under her short dresses. No fucking way will I ever risk her showing any part of herself to anyone who isn’t me.
She won that battle. Idolet her win, occasionally.
Never on the big shit, though.
So I behave and keep her panties firmly intact as I slide my hand under them, wondering exactly what I’m going to do to her.
“Quill,” she protests, but it’s coming out like a moan. “I wasn’t finished talking…”
“You never are.”
“Quill!”
I cut off her protest with a stinging smack, but I don’t feel like spanking her today. In spite of being a bit angry, I’m still kind of in a cuddling mood. The kind that makes me want to play with my little cricket.
Well,playin a manner of speaking. I’m not going to be soft with her, not by any means. She’s not getting off easy.
