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“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You slam the door behind you. Ville has already stomped into the living room, throwing his leather jacket on the couch.
“What is wrong with me?” He turns around to look at you. “What is wrong with me, is you chatting up my friends!” His voice filled with disgust.
“You got to be kidding me, Ville” you sigh and start taking off your shoes and coat. Ville always got jealous when he had a drink, and tonight he had a little more than a drink.
You had been at a friends’ birthday party and both had a few too many shots, things had gotten a bit wild. You had danced.
Ville dropped down on the couch next to his coat and glared at you.
“Why do you behave like that”
You felt the heat rise in your face. He was really pushing you and the shots had done some damage to your self-control too. So he wanted to fight? You take a few steps closer and look down at him
“Behave like what? Go ahead, say it!” You were so angry with him for making you leave the party for this. He was being selfish, childish..
“Like a slut” The last vowel accentuated and hard.
“Well, maybe I am a slut” you say and turn to walk away from him. You can only take a few steps until he’s behind you, grabbing you roughly by the wrist and turning you around to face him. His tall figure towering over you, you look up into his darkened eyes.
“That may be, but you are my slut” his voice is barely more than a whisper. His breath smells of alcohol and cigarettes, intoxicating. With his body against yours, he pushes you backwards against the kitchen counter, crashing his mouth onto yours.
You kiss him back, feverish, still very pissed off but also turned on by his demanding ways. His hands roam your body, not stroking but squeezing. You can feel his erection taking form, through his clothes where he’s pressed against you.
It was kind of embarrassing how easy he had won you over. He knew exactly what he was doing, that you secretly loved when he said things like that. You craved to be his little plaything, and he knew.
“Look at me” he commanded, he took a hold of your face, squeezing your cheeks while turning your face up. You looked him in the eyes boldly and rolled your hips against him, teasing him.
“Stop that” he warned you, his eyes were burning. You smiled at him as best you could with your face still squished in his large hand and repeated the lewd movement. Ville may want to act angry, his dick twitching against you told a very different story.
In one swift movement he released your face and turned you around, forcing your torso down on the cold stone counter. Deftly he pinned your hands together in the small of your back and held them there with one hand. With the other he flipped up your dress and smacked your ass, hard. You let out a yelp of surprise, your skin stinging where his hand had marked you.
With one hand he held you pressed down on the counter, the other caressing the stinging place soothingly. “I’m really not in the mood for your games, honey” he said.
Ville was a skinny man, but he was damn strong. The position he had manoeuvred you so easily into, made it nearly impossible to move. You wanted to get away, to argue some more with him, but at the same time you wanted to stay there, held down and at his mercy. You found it weirdly arousing when he got in this mood.
His hand had traveled from your ass to your clothed pussy, which was probably soaking through the material by now. He cupped you with his hand, softly rubbing, way too softly. Impatiently you pushed yourself backwards into his hand.
He tutted disapproving, removing his hand where you needed it most and you let out a whine.
“you’re such a brat” he remarked, “you weren’t so keen for my attention earlier”. Pressed into the counter, it was hard to see the look on his face, but his voice was low and you could still feel his hard-on where he had it pressed against your hip
He slid one finger behind the thin fabric of your lacy underwear and yanked hard, the sound of ripping cloth filled the room. Finally, he slid his thick finger painstakingly slow through your folds. Desperate for his touch, you bucked your hips backwards.
“No moving” he snapped and smacked your pussy lips. You let out a yelp, to which he replied with a chuckle. His fingers were back, sliding through your folds, which made an embarrassing wet sound as he moved them slowly back and forth.
His fingers disappear again and leave you feeling empty, whimpering at the loss of his touch. Behind you Ville makes an obscene smacking sound as he licks your juices off his fingers.
“God you taste devine..” his voice trails off and his fingers resume the lazy sliding movement, never giving enough pressure where you need it. You’re starting to feel desperate, but you know now is not the time to show him your impatience, he’d only make you wait longer.
“You know, if you wouldn’t have been such a bad girl, I would have loved to eat your sweet pussy for hours, but I don’t think you deserve that now”. He presses himself harder into you and bends over your body, trapping you between himself and the cold kitchen counter. Your shoulders ache from your arms still being held against your back, a sweet ache that adds to your arousal. His face is close to yours now, you can feel his warm breath teasing your ear.
“Look at you” he whispers, removing some loose hair from your face “you’re so beautiful”. You can smell the whiskey he had been downing all night. He is everywhere, your whole body enveloped by his. You’re at his mercy and he knows it very well.
“No, I don’t think you deserve to be pleasured” he says, determination in his voice “if you want to behave like a slut, you’ll be treated like one”. You squeeze your legs together in anticipation as he moves his weight from your upper body and uses his free hand to fumble at his belt and jeans.
Once he has freed his erection from its confines, he rubs it against you, sliding it between your labia gathering you natural lube, his breath hitching slightly. His teasing seems to have worked him up as much as you. Without further delay he forces himself into you, giving you no time to adjust to him. You let out a sounds somewhere between a moan and a scream.
“Hush, darling, you’ll wake the neighbours” Ville teased and he wrapped his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans while he continued to plow into you. The angle and force were causing your vision to go blurry. In your lower stomach a coil started forming. Ville was making those soft grunting noises you loved so much.
Apparently he had forgiven your so called ‘bad behaviour’ because he released your arms and snuck his hand around you and between your legs, rubbing little circles that added to your pleasure. Your newly released hands tingled slightly as you used your regained freedom to grab hold of his arm and the kitchen counter for support. The coil winding tighter with each thrust, you squeezed your eyes shut and dug your nails into his arm.
The last push you needed came in the form of Ville’s strangled “just let go, darling” and you did. Your brain going blank as you enjoyed the feeling of the plunge into nothingness, you body shuddering and jerking. With a final few irregular thrusts Ville also reached his climax and his movements halted completely as he came into you with low grumble.
Ville let go of your mouth and stepped back slightly, his softening cock slipping out. Released from the confinement of his body, you turned around where he wrapped you in his arms and buried his face in your hair, murmuring sweet nothings. You stood there for ages, enveloped by his loving arms and you felt safe.
“I’m sorry” you said, looking up at his face.
“I know, me too”