She woke up to the sound of her alarm clock, its shrill beeping cutting through the silence of her small, cramped bedroom. Groggily, she reached over to hit the snooze button, wincing as her fingers brushed against the damp sheets beneath her. It had been another restless night. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes, and glanced around the room. The same old posters on the walls, the same dusty old books on the shelf. Nothing had changed. Nothing ever changed.
She threw on her worn-out jeans and a ratty old t-shirt, not bothering to brush her hair. There was no point. She was still going to look just as tired and unkempt as she always did. With a sigh, she padded down the hall to the kitchen, her feet silent on the faded blue carpet. The familiar smell of coffee brewing filled the air, and she smiled weakly to herself. At least there was that.
She grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured herself a cup of coffee, then sat down at the small table in the corner of the kitchen. The cold, hard surface of the chair digging into her skin only served to make her more aware of how exhausted she truly was. As she sipped her coffee, she glanced out the window, watching the birds flit from branch to branch in the backyard. They seemed so carefree, so happy. She wished she could feel that way again.
A car door slammed outside, and she heard her boyfriend's footsteps crunching on the gravel. Her stomach knotted with dread. She hadn't seen him in two weeks; he'd been on another one of his "business trips." She knew better than to believe him. He'd been cheating on her again, and she was sure he'd come back with another excuse, another lie.
He burst through the front door, his eyes burning with anger. "You've been texting him again, haven't you?" he demanded, his voice laced with venom. "I know you have! I saw the messages on your phone!"
She froze, her mouth going dry. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her heart racing. He grabbed her roughly by the arm, his grip painful. "Don't lie to me!" he shouted. "I've had enough of your bullshit!"
He forced her back into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them. She stumbled against the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He towered over her, his face twisted with anger. "Tell me the truth," he hissed, his breath hot on her face. "Did you really think I'd be stupid enough to believe that bullshit?"
Before she could even react, he had yanked down her jeans and panties, exposing her to his hungry gaze. She whimpered in fear as he roughly spread her legs, and then he was there, pressing the head of his erection against her. She felt like she was being split in two as he forced himself inside her. She tried to push him off, but it was no use. He was too strong.
He began to pound into her, his thrusts hard and brutal. She winced with each impact, tears streaming down her face. He reached around, roughly gripping one of her breasts, pinching the nipple until it hurt. "You're mine," he growled. "You'll never belong to anyone else."
His movements became faster and more furious, driving into her with an animalistic fury. He slammed her against the mattress, his hips grinding against hers, their bodies slapping together in a sickening rhythm. She felt like she was going to break apart, her body unable to withstand the relentless onslaught.
He reached down between their bodies, his fingers digging into her flesh as he roughly massaged her clitoris. She arched her back, her cries muffled against the pillow as the pleasure-pain coursed through her. He growled in satisfaction, his hips moving even faster as he found his release inside her.
As he finally pulled out, she felt a warm trickle running down her thigh. He collapsed beside her, panting heavily. She lay there, numb and aching, waiting for the pain to subside. But it didn't. She felt dirty, used, like there was a part of her that would never be clean again.
He rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand. "You know," he said conversationally, "I never understood why you don't like anal. It feels so much better that way. Don't you think so?"
She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pain in her ass and the weight of his words. "I-I don't know," she managed to whisper. "I just... I don't like it."
He chuckled darkly. "That's because you've never done it with the right person." He reached down, spreading her ass cheeks apart and exposing her tight entrance. "I can make you like it." His fingers teased her entrance, circling around the puckered ring. "Trust me."
She whimpered, feeling both repulsed and aroused by his words. He pressed his finger inside her, and she bit down on her lip to stifle her cry. It hurt, but there was also a strange sense of fullness and pressure that she couldn't quite explain. He began to move his finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster as she adjusted to the intrusion.
He reached around, gently caressing her breast, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I'm going to make you feel so good." He pushed his finger deeper, stretching her in ways she never thought possible. She arched her back, feeling her body respond to his touch in ways it never had before.
As he continued to finger her, he positioned himself behind her, his hardness pressed against her entrance. He groaned, his breath hot on her neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, before guiding himself into her tight, yielding flesh. She cried out, the sensation overwhelming. He was in her, filling her up, claiming her.
His thrusts were powerful and unrelenting, driving deep inside her with each movement. She felt her body being stretched and molded to his, their skin slapping together in a rhythmic cadence. He growled in pleasure, his hips pumping harder as he took her roughly from behind.
She arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she tried to maintain her balance. His thickness filled her completely, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. She felt the muscles in his back flex and release with each thrust, his body moving in perfect harmony with hers.𓀐𓂸📹