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Yin and Yang, Opposites Attract (Frogger and Smokey)

He grew a bit frustrated and shoved his cock into her pussy. "Fine, if you're not going to speak then you won't mind carrying my baby!" He groaned and began to fuck her pussy as deep and rough as he possibly could. "Moan for me slut!" He growled at her and pulled her hair. She wasn't going to cooperate with him then he wasn't going to treat her very well at all.
 
A half-hearted moan left the woman's lips, not indicating that she was receiving any pleasure from his rough treatment. Rose's head jerked up when he pulled her hair, eyes landing on the far side of the room. There was nothing there to catch her attention, and yet...it helped, to not look at such ugliness. Tears pricked the corners of her blank blue eyes, a couple streaking down her pale cheeks.
 
He fucked her hard and deep. "You did this to yourself, slut, if you would've been honest with me and enjoyed the sex and given yourself to me, you would've had a very loving man in your life, but now? Now you are nothing more than my personal whore, you will remain the filthy dirty slut you are......" He fucked her harder and made her bounce on his cock, he sat on the sofa and made her ride him. "Look at me fucking you bitch." He turned her head to a mirror as he forced her to ride his cock.
 
More tears escaped those lovely eyes, glistening like diamonds down her cheeks and onto her naked body. Rose couldn't bear to watch her reflection, yet she was forced to...all because of this despicable young boy, who calls himself a man. Her heart began to crumple around the edges. I just want to die...she thought. I want this nightmare to be done and over with... Those eyes soon drifted shut, her hands barely holding onto the arms of the couch, so she wouldn't fall.
 
He grinned and fucked her harder and deeper. "Moan for me you fucking whore!" He grabbed her breasts as he fucked her hard. "How's that cock feel in your filthy cunt?!" He mocked her. If she wasn't going to love him and be with him willingly she would be turned into nothing more than a common whore who couldn't survive without him or cock in her life for that matter. "You're going to walk the streets and whore yourself out for cash, you got that Ms. Sullivan? You're going to be my personal whore......you'll be fucking every one of your students if the price is right........" He whispered to her.
 
No...No... Rose didn't moan, like he ordered, but she did continue crying...but only because she couldn't seem to stop. Eyes wide, filling with fear, she brought her small hands up...hugging herself tightly. The nails dug into her skin, making red, angry marks in their wake. It didn't even feel good, the sex...not with the fear, coiling like a snake under her heart. Stop...Please, stop... Stop... I just... I just want to die...she thought, knowing that at the first chance she can get...she'll probably end her life. Even if he rapes her dead body, it wouldn't effect her...not after the life leaves it.
 
He fucked her more then whispered to her wiping her tears from her eyes. "Please Ms. Sullivan........stop crying......." He whispered to her to calm down and came inside of her gently. He turned her and made her look into his eyes. "Be good for me........enjoy the sex...........I will make you a deal.......you give me one day, one day of opening your heart to me and allowing yourself to love me.....and at the end of that day if you don't enjoy what we do and all that....you can go back to your old life.....and we will return as teacher and student, BUT......" He said softly and made sure she knew damn well he mean't this. "You cannot fight your body, your urges, you cannot shut yourself down, if I see no emotion in your eyes when we make love, then you will continue to be treated like othing more than a worthless whore on the street........what do you say?" He whispered in her ear then kissed her lips lovingly, his tongue exploring her mouth before breaking the kiss. He truly did want her to love him.
 
Rose's blue eyes looked into his, the tears continuing to fall. "How...How can I love a man...who punched me in the stomach... when things didn't go his way? How can I love a man...who threatened to cut my eyes out, if I don't say a phrase... who never took any consideration into what feels good for me, and what doesn't...? No...I don't think I can love you, after all that... I'm just... I'm just scared of you..." Although the kiss was loving, and could even be considered pleasant...she couldn't help but remember every time he fucked her in the ass...every time he called her a slut, a whore...every little bad thing that he's done, since she emotionally shut down. Shaking her head, she buried her face into her hands, crying more now than she did earlier on.
 
He held her in his arms and cuddled her gently. "I'm sorry, I was just frustrated, Rose......it won't happen again if you honestly give me a chance, that's all I ever wanted and you refused because you were worried about your career.......I promise you....." He wiped her tears away and made her look into his eyes, his eyes now genuine and sincere. "I promise you, give me a chance to love you, open your mind and heart to me and I promise you will be treated like a princess..........let me prove to you that I am the man that can love you for the rest of your life......." He kissed her lips once again very lovingly and sweetly. He caressed her cheek and placed his hands on her hips holding her in a warm embrace. When the kiss broke he whispered in her ear. "I do love you Rose Sullivan...........let me show you how much you truly mean to me.........." He laid her down and kissed down her neck to her breasts where he began to suck on them gently. "Mmm how's that feel baby? That feel good?" He said softly licking and flicking her nipple with his tongue.
 
"I...I don't know...I don't know if I can, after all that... I don't know if I can ever trust you..." Rose closed one eye, then the other, as he wiped her tears away...knowing that if this continues, a few more will fall. Their eyes met, his glowing with sincerity...though she didn't know whether or not to trust it. The kiss was sweet, very loving...as was the caress on her cheek. His hands on her hips made her jump out of her skin...fear spearing deep into her chest. After being laid down, the kisses went down her neck...and then down to her breasts, where he began to suck and lick at her nipples. "I...I don't know... I...I don't think I like it..." Rose told him, body not really finding it pleasurable...but rather, finding it repulsive, because of the sex it has received these last couple days.
 
He kissed her lips and whispered to her. "If we have a break from all the sex, an entire day with no sex, just cuddling and conversation.........the following day we can try this again and see how you like it, deal?" He said softly. He caressed her cheek and smiled kissing her lips he held her in his arms and rolled her so that she was on top of him as a way to show her he trusted her enough not to run with her sat on top of him. "You are a beautiful, sexy woman........" He caressed her cheek again and wiped a few more tears away. "Please stop crying Rose......." He leaned up and kissed her pulling her down with him he rested her head against his chest and gently, tenderly and lovingly kissed her head.
 
Rose swallowed the lump in her throat, still crying softly...though without a sob or cry. "I don't know if I can..." she whispered. Giving him another chance is just...inviting him further into her life, although he's already pushed his way into it. The sex was almost always forced...and he is more possessive than what is attractive. Honestly...it probably would be best if she just refused... And yet...he would force the issue, making sure that she does give him another chance, to wiggle his way into her heart. Just merely dating a man, instead of going so far, so fast, is best in her eyes. Her hands curling into fists, the young woman didn't say anything else. Her head ducked, black hair hiding her eyes from view. Is it bad...that I still want to die...? she asked herself.
 
Michael was determined. He was going to show her the side of him that she could and would fall in love with. He held her in his arms and kissed her head over and over again until they both ended up falling asleep with him holding her protectively. As morning broke he woke up slowly and saw she was still asleep. He slipped from beside her and covered her with a blanket. He went to the kitchen and prepared a good breakfast for her. Once it was all made he put it on a plate then poured her some coffee and orange juice and brought the tray to her. "Rise and shine my love......" He said softly holding the tray of breakfast he put it down on the coffee table beside the sofa they had fallen asleep on.
 
"Mm..." Rose curled up underneath the blanket, reluctant to leave its warm confines. Her black hair was a dark halo about her head. In sleep, she was an angel, with no worries, no fear, no hate directed towards him. Yet after a moment or so, those blue eyes fluttered open, still dark with sleep. "No..." she murmured, rolling over onto her other side. It wasn't because it was him who greeted her...but rather, it was just normal behavior on her part. She never was good at waking up in the morning.
 
He left the breakfast there and crawled back under the blanket with her. He put his arm around her and molded his body against hers to warm her even further. "Okay then my love........when you're ready to get up....." Michael said softly in her ear kissing her neck as he closed his eyes and his hard cock brushed gently against her. It wasn't because he was horny, he always woke up a bit erect in the morning.
 
Rose let out a cute yawn, not really comprehending anything of what's happening. Her eyes drifted back shut. However, sleep eluded her, almost teasing her with its presence...yet hovering just out of reach. After about ten minutes or so, she finally sat up, rubbing at one of her eyes sleepily. "Mm...Bathroom..." she murmured, already working on climbing over him in order to...well, go. It was always something she had to do, as soon as she woke up.
 
He got up and let her use the bathroom while waiting for her to return he made sure her breakfast was still warm. He knocked on the door of the bathroom and spoke to her through the door. "Sweetheart, your breakfast is waiting for you when you get out...." He said softly. He knew she wasn't dumb enough to run, running would mean nothing but torture and he really did want her to give him a fair chance, she did say she would so he knew he had nothing to really worry about.
 
Rose did her business, going to the bathroom, washing her face, that sort of thing. Her reflection...looked horrible, in her opinion. There was dark circles under her eyes...not to mention there was still a look of...something, on her face, that didn't sit quite right. After combing through her hair, she hesitantly opened the door...meeting Michael's face. "A-Alright..." she said, body tense with renewed fear. Her fingers curled around the edge of the door, almost shaking. "I...I will be there in just a minute..."
 
He caressed her cheek. "Are you alright, Rose?" He leaned in and kissed her lovingly on her lips putting his arms around her he pulled her into a warm inviting embrace. "I am sorry for hurting you......but please...........please give me a chance baby......." He whispered holding her tight in his arms he brushed the hair from her face and smiled at her with a genuine loving smile. "I have never met such a beautiful, sexy woman in my life until I walked into your classroom......." He said softly.
 
"I-I doubt that..." Rose gently tugged away from his warm, inviting embrace...still not sure what to think of such treatment. Her eyes moving away from his, she swallowed the lump in her throat, and the fear pounding inside her chest. "Um... How... How about breakfast?" she murmured, already heading into the living room. It was still so...terrifying, being here with him...actually having to endure...whatever is up his sleeve.
 
He nodded and they went back to the living room and ate breakfast together. When they were done he pushed the trays off to the side and placed a gentle hand on her lap and kissed her lips lovingly. "I do love you Rose......I'm trying my best to show you how much you mean to me, I'm sorry for hurting you, I really am......." He said softly. He pulled her into his lap and held her tight in a loving hug resting her head on his shoulder he kissed her lovingly and whispered sweet things to her, truthful things. "I want you to be my wife........I know you think i'm nuts, I'm sorry for everything baby, really, but I do love you so much and I want to be your husband some day.......for now.......could you at least let me in? Let me be your man......." He kissed her lips and gently wiped the smudged eyeliner from her eyes.
 
Rose didn't return the kisses, nor did she react much to the gentle manner in which he handled her. Those big blue eyes quickly averted from his. "You say you love me...and yet, you've done horrible...demeaning things to me... You threatened that if I kill myself, you'll own my soul... This collar is still around my neck, when you said that I will be nothing more than your dirty whore..." Her fingers worked on taking off said collar, because honestly...it felt like it was choking her, just by being on. The black thing fell to the floor, much to her relief. "I will give you today...and only today...but after that? I don't know... I really don't. I'm scared out of my mind, just being in your lap...just having you kiss me..." With a shiver of fear she curled up into a ball, hugging her knees tightly.
 
He held her in his arms and kissed her again. "Come on my love........" He helped her up. "A bath for two.......followed by a nice body massage for my woman." He smiled. He took her upstairs and turned on the hot water letting the large tub fill up he put some bubbles in it then undressed her and himself stepping into the tub with her he laid there with her on top of him. Kissing her lips he smiled. "I promise, from now on, if you are my woman you will be loved and treated like a queen.....you have my word Rose....." He was gentle now and he was going to own her heart one way or another. He held he in his arms and gently washed her body for her slowly. He whispered to her. "This feels good doesn't it? Want me to wash your pussy for you my sweet? I'll be ever-so-gentle......" He took a washcloth and reaching down he gently washed her pussy making sure it was nice and clean.
 
"I...I don't know..." Rose turned away from the kiss, trembling with fear under his touch. Even if he was being gentle, it was hard to trust him...especially given how he was her student, and that was his ticket into earning it in the first place. His hands gently washing her body, she continued to tremble, not sure what to do from here. It wasn't long before a washcloth was between her legs, washing her pussy...even though she never give him permission to do so. With a whimper she moved away...hands shaking on his shoulders. "I...I can wash my own body, thank you..." she stuttered, eyes wide...the pupils dilated amid all the blue. That said, she rinsed out her hair and her body, already climbing out so she could find a towel.
 
Michael nodded. "Right, sorry......" He washed off then got out of the bath with her wrapping a towel around her from behind he held her in his arms and kissed her cheek. "I love you Rose." He said softly kissing her neck gently he held her in his arms lovingly but very gently as if she were a very fragile woman on the verge of crumbling into nothing. He looked at her in the mirror, a genuine loving smile on his face and in his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you anymore Rose.......please......just give me a chance..........stop shaking........." He said softly.
 
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