Some Like it Rough

She was still picking out her underwear when she heard her boyfriend’s car door shut. Casually sliding them on she could hear him downstairs, tossing his keys on the table and kicking off his shoes. She finished buttoning her pants as he headed up the stairs.

With no warning at all the door flew open; it had been unlocked but that wasn’t an invitation. She immediately whipped around.

“Hey, I’m getting changed!” she yelled.

She obviously was, but instead of retreating he advanced further into her room, eying her laptop and curtains. They were very much alone.

She had stopped changing. But besides covering herself with the shirt she had in her hand, she didn’t really respond to him at all. It didn’t matter why she assumed he was there or what justification she gave him; he was already in front of her. But he kept walking into her, forcing her closer to her bed.

As he pushed his legs into her she tried to put her free arm between them. He quickly grabbed it above the elbow. She tried again with the other but this time it was stopped at the wrist, her shirt falling to the floor.

“Evan, this isn’t funny! Evan!”

 She didn’t yell this time, as if she didn’t have to. He didn’t respond.

She took a step back to maintain her balance. He seized the opportunity by shoving her arms into her chest, knocking her into the bed.

“Stop!”

This time it was a yell, but it was still ignored.

He climbed into the bed with her. He was still holding her by the arms which he wrestled closer to her sides. He pinned them down with his knees, moved his hands to the sides of her head, and forced his mouth over hers.

It was a kiss meant to subdue her voice rather than gratify, but he lingered long enough to indulge himself in the violence and greed. He slipped his right hand around her throat before moving his mouth away.

“There’s no one around to hear you, but if you scream I’ll hurt you. Understand?”

Despite his tightening grip she hesitated, hoping for some way out of this. But defeated, she nodded her head.

He removed himself from her only long enough flip her on her stomach bent over the bed, his grip on her arms never relenting. It seemed she only realized her situation then as she made a desperate attempt to free herself. She tired pushing herself away from him with her legs but he wrapped his around hers. When she was properly subdued he shifted some of his weight and positioned himself so he was standing on her feet.

Her legs were immobilized and her arms followed as they were pulled flat across her back. She could feel the pain in her shoulders as he laid himself over her, sandwiching her arms.

“If you even try to move your arms I’ll break them. Understand?” he instructed her again.

This time she didn’t resist as she quickly nodded her head. The button and zipper on her pants were slowly undone. She couldn’t help but whimper, much to his delight. They were pushed down past her ass, only as far as they needed to be. He began violating her, sliding his right hand past her navel into her panties. His free arm moved across her chest, and his fingers wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, you did shave yourself. Let me show you how much I appreciate it” he taunted as he began violating her. His hand cupped her lips as his middle finger wedged between them. He slid it between them easily with a slight slushing sound. Despite her protests she couldn’t hide how eager her body was as he brushed over her already prominent clit.

“Why are you resisting when you’re like this, you…complete whore.”

She raised her head off the bed to say something in her defense, but all she could muster was another pathetic moan.

He began grinding the tip of his middle finger into her clit. The pain exceeded the pleasure but he would force her to enjoy it as much as he was.

“No…” she whimpered.

He took her protest as a cue to progress. The pressure of his upper body relented as he pushed himself up at the waist with his left hand; his right fingers still rubbing her clit. She was able to relax her arms, though she didn’t dare to move them.

Now standing up, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, then tossed it into her hands.

“Open it” he ordered.

He enjoyed watching her fumble with it as he moved both of his hands to the waist of her panties. Slowly they joined her pants as she groaned again in dismay.  She could feel him leering at her as he exposed her fully. Without warning he inserted two of his fingers into her as he resumed stroking her clit. She continued to be tortured until she finally opened the condom.

She offered it to him weakly, and he snatched it from her with the hand that had been at her clit. She heard him hastily wrap it down around himself as he continued sloshing his fingers in and out of her.

Now thoroughly lubed with her wetness he placed his hand against her clit. Again with no warning he shoved himself into her, penetrating her completely. The pressure of his body returned as he fell back on top of her, his head collapsed beside hers. He started passionately kissing her neck, forcing his intimacy upon her.

He held nothing back as he began aggressively fucking her; his finger dug into her clit and his other hand greedily fondled her breasts. She cried out in pain and shameful pleasure.

“You’re so close, aren’t you? You’re going to cum from being raped, aren’t you?” he whispered into her ear.

It hurt, but she couldn’t deny it.

“You’re going to cum before me too, aren’t you? Stop fighting it” he growled.

She couldn’t fight it anymore; any strength that hadn’t been taken from her she abandoned. She raised her head to breathe, her mouth agape and her eyes shut tight. She began involuntarily rocking her hips, grinding her clit harder against his finger and pushing him deeper into herself. She was powerless to stop herself – and she did disparately try – from contracting around his cock.

“Oh, fuck…you…whore” he ordered breathlessly as he began climaxing.

He rolled off of her, her arms freed and limply crawling to her sides. Both of them were completely spent. But with the last of his strength he scooped her up, placed her down on the bed, and collapsed down beside her.

“You alright?”

“…I’m great!” she responded, nuzzling her face closer to his and kissing him.

“So I…sold everything ok?”

 “You were very convincing…” she said happily.

He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

“…I’m just saying that if you wanted to use rope, or try some anal play I wouldn’t mind” she said, propping herself up slightly. “And you do know I’m ok with you calling me a slut in the context of me having you rape me, right?”

He couldn’t do anything but laugh.

“I didn’t hear any of that, at least not until tomorrow…” he said, closing his eyes.

“Alright…” she said, slowly falling asleep beside him.

Hey guys, thanks for reading. I know this wasn’t as imaginative as some of the other stories around here, but I plan on revving things up (heavy bondage, public sex, etc.). Anyway, hope you enjoyed.