Why don't we imagines book two

Arguments -daniel

"Don't fucking bring that shit here" I said as Daniel backed me against a wall causing me to hit it hard, I let out a groan as it came into contact harshly.

Daniel and I were know to get very rough in our relationship, not just during arguments, we didn't get to rough there it normally was just yelling but sex, we'd both end up with bruises, some times cuts and blood.

"Don't talkto me like that" he said pushing me back more into the wall, I shoved him "make me" he smirked as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bedroom.

I moaned as my back hit the bed, "you wanna go rough, let's go" he whispered in my ear and stood up, "I'm still pissed at you" I said and he smirked.

He ripped off my shirt and threw it across the room, he sucked on my collarbone as he left deep dark hickeys there. He snapped off my bra and reached into the nightstand.

He pulled out a rope, "tryna burn me again" he smiled and grabbed my hands, he wrapped the rope around the nightstand and my hands. "Pull" he said as he tapped my elbow, I yanked at my hands to show him they were tight enough.

He kissed from my wrist to my neck, the light kisses tickling my skin along my arm, he pulled off his shirt, "make me hurt" I said softly as Daniel looked at me, "I'll whip you, hard" I smiled "make it bleed"

He smiled and pulled the whip out, our sex life scared us at times, it wasn't the blood we got off on it was the sting and how good it felt as Daniels tongue licked on my clit.

He ran the whip against my skin causing my hips to lift up, "don't make me tie your legs down" I nodded as I felt a hard hit against my hip and a sting, he kissed where he just hit as I let out a moan.

"Okay" I nodded, he was just checking if I was alright, he may be rough and kinky but a least he makes sure I'm okay. There were a few more slaps and kisses but after one slap there wasn't a kiss, telling me that there was blood.

He got up and went to the restroom getting a wash cloth and wetting it, he wiped off the blood and a deep red and purple bruise sitting on my hip.

He pulled his pants and boxers off, he yanked my underwear off as he kissed my neck, "don't pull hard on the rope, remember the burn you got from it last time." I nodded.

"Maybe I liked it" he giggled and grabbed a condom, "you complain the whole time you had it" he ran his tip down my clit as I let out a moan, his thumb pressed on my clit.

He slid into me as I tugged onto the rope, I could already feel it rubbing the skin off, he held my hip with one hand as he slide in and out of me, my leg went around his waist, "take this rope off and I'll leave your back all kinds of messed up" he smiled and kissed me.

His thrust going deeper, "I'm still healing baby" I smiled but it turned to moaned as he pressed against my g-spot over and over again.

"Fuck daddy, please" he smiled "what is it, what are you begging me for?" I shook my head, "faster" he nodded and his thrust got quicker and harder.

My wrist were in pain from tugging on the rope but with the pressure building up in my stomach it only added on my release and soon I found my body shaking.

"That's its that's it's, too much baby" I said as he continued to thrust in and out "almost baby" I nodded slowly, my body shaking once again.

He released and pulled my hands out of the rope holding me as my body shook from overstimulation. "I'm sorry" he said in my ear as he ran his hand up and down my back.

"It's fine, felt good" I said as my body calm down, he nodded "really?" I nodded, "I was worried"

I giggled and laid back, "my wrist on the other hand" he giggled, "I told you baby"