Forced Desires

Lust or disgust?

I sat with my own thoughts while he was typing away at my laptop again. 

"Do you like kidnapping people?" I finally asked. H e looked up at me shocked by question. I didn't know if it was in a bad or good way.

"It's a lot of work. I look at it as a job." 

"Oh so ripping someones life apart is just a job?" I was mad at how relaxed he was about it

"I don't think I like the way you're talking to me."

"I don't think I like anything you do." I wasn't thinking about the consequences anymore. 

He was angry I could feel it, he got up and walked over to me. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me off the chair. He pulled me into the bedroom, I kicked and punched his legs nothing worked. He threw me on the bed and began to tie me down. I tried to make it as hard as I could for him till he punched me in the stomach. I gasped for air and he gave up on the ropes.                                                                                                                                                                                                             " "Don't disrespect me again!" He yelled " And don't lie to me." He had an evil smile on his face

"I didn't." tears filled my eyes.

"You don't like anything I do?" 

"No."

"I guess I'll have to prove you wrong." He smiled wider. "Turn over." He ordered

I rolled onto my stomach sobbing. He lifted my ass into the air and pulled off my shorts. He smacked me as hard as he could it stung instantly. I winced in pain. He waited a couple seconds and did it again and again. Each slap stung more than the last until it became numb. I could feel my ass throbbing after he stopped, I didn't want to move. 

I felt  him come back on the bed, his bare skin was touching mine. He put two fingers in me and I could feel the moisture leave me on his fingers. I could feel his smile burning into the back of my head. I could feel his tip playing with me slightly until he fully thrusted into me, there was sudden pain every time he moved. 

He was pushing back when I decided to move, I tried my hardest to get away from hi. I was on my feet and going to run when he grabbed me by my hair. My head was thrown fast and hit hard. I was on the floor and could see the legs to the nightstand, warm fluid was starting flow down my eyelid. He picked me back up and took my shirt off before putting me face up on the bed. 

He used the shirt I had on to clean up some of the blood before his hand was around my neck. He shoved himself inside me again as hard as he could, a moan escaped my lips. I looked up at him to see sweat building up on his forehead, he smiled at me. He slapped my breasts and more moans left me, I didn't understand why this felt so good.

I stopped trying to fight him and let him have me, but it wasn't out of defeat. He stopped before he finished and looked at me, I didn't understand what he was doing. He got off the bed and stood next to the bed. He shoved me on the floor. 

"On your knees." He barked

I did as he pleased. He gabbed the back of my hair and I opened my mouth. He slowly started moving back and forth in my mouth. I could hear him moaning, I looked up to see him tilting his head back. The look on his face was nothing bu pleasure and I could feel myself getting wetter looking at him. He suddenly became larger in my moth and harder, he pulled back and held my head in place while he finished on my face. 

The middles of my legs were soaked but my head felt disgusted with him and myself.