My Internetainer

First problems

-Is it so hard to do as I tell you for once? I'm not your mother. If you want her so much it's only a few steps away.

-Why don't you do it? Why do I have to?

-Because you were supposed to come and help me, the last few days the only thing you offered here is your presence and its desires. I can't have everything done for the both of us; this isn't how this is going to work.

-Why are you so bossy all the time? I hate it when you tell me what to do.

-If you did them I wouldn't have to ask you. I'm not a maid Rhett, neither a housekeeper. If you want to live with me and have the advantages of doing so you should help me a little more. It's exhausting cooking for two people, cleaning and studying you know. You only care about sex and basketball lately.

I shout the last sentence and run in my bedroom where I slam the door behind me and lay heavy on my bed. The very first week was awesome but then he just simply ended caring. He wouldn't do any chores. I was starting to feel like his mother somehow. The feminist inside was doing a rebellion right now. What a dick. Only two weeks and he is acting like we are married 20 years. Disgusting. I want to punish him; I need something to take the anger away. I start walking nervously back and forth. What a stupid idiot.

A loud noise takes my breath away as the door of my room slams open and reveals an angry Rhett. We look at each other like we are ready to tear up one another. I feel the blood running fast through my veins, almost blinding me. My tensed muscles almost hurt; the veins in his neck are about to pop out. With a big step covers up our distance and pins me across the wall. I almost fear the look in his eyes but mine should look like that too.

-What are you doing?

-What do you think I'm doing?

He bites the sensitive skin of my neck hard; his teeth are sinking deep inside my complex. For one moment no oxygen runs through my lungs and I paralyze. It hurts, but it hurts so well. I have never seen him like this.

-You are going to leave a mark.

-Do I look like I fucking care?

I stick my body to his as close as I can. The heat from his crotch warming my belly. Why is this so hot? He removes my shirt furiously and throws it on the floor along with my bra. The spot that he was nibbling all this time aches like hell, but with a sweet pain. I run my fingers to his sweater and pick it slightly up but his palms hold my wrists above my head. He looks at me still with an evil smirk and licks my boobs while keeping my hands of him.

-This is not your day buddy.

I escape his grip and push him to bed which shakes under his weight. I get on top of him, now holding his wrists above his head. I hold his legs between mine tight.

-Now you are going to do as I fucking tell you or I swear to my life I will make you cry for your life.

-Try me.

He growls and sits up so quickly that I find myself on the carpet, lying on my back. He approaches me and undoes me jeans. No way. I kick his balls gently, hard enough to distract him for a few seconds.

-Fuck.

He holds his crotch tight and exhales deeply. I push his sweater up from his head and throw it on my desk. Unwillingly he lets me took it off. He grunts when I lay him on his back and pull down his pants. I put all my weight to his pelvis and his hands on his sides. I lean over and bite his neck, then chest, nipple, stomach. He doesn't move at all, even though I'm rather rough with him. He doesn't even know that he moans. His athletic body is trembling to my touch and I feel him hard on my thigh.