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You Shouldn't Make me do that... (Alvis & Sweetnothings)

The kick to his shin flared in pain, but the really only inspired him to keep going. After all, she clearly wasn't getting this. He lifted her slightly and slammed her back down, and then again, rattling the table with each hit.
"You think I was bluffing with you? Hm? That this was all just a joke?" He snarled at her. He shifted his grip from her neck, and got his fingers into her hair, and clenched his fist, getting a firm grip that was already pulling on the strands. Darien could remember breing this mad in a long time.

"You want to act like a little bitch? Fine. I'll make you a little bitch." He hissed, his fingers gripping the top of her pants, and ripping htem down, sending them to the floor. He stepped on them, using them to pin her feet down. Not even thinking about it, he brought his hand down onto her hass hard, rocking the table with the impact, before undoing his pants, and pulling his member out of his pants. To his faint surprise, he was already very nearly hard. "Are you ready to be a little bitch?" He demanded, the head of his shaft prodding agsint her. Not her sex this time but higher, probing her ass.
 
It was her last hope; kicking him in the shin to try to escape or deal with this. It seemed for a moment that it had worked until he didn't cripple in pain. She was sure she had kicked him hard enough to send him to the floor in pain. Everything was crumbling down for her now. She screamed and held her hands out to brace the impact of the table. By the second time, she was panting both to get air and to get rid of the pain coursing through her head. She cried out when his fingers entangled themselves in her hair. This was worse than she thought. How could he be doing this to her? She thought he loved her. Maybe he still did, but he was doing this for the sake of their relationship. She needed to learn her place.

"N-no! Please! Don't hurt me anymore!" She was expecting him to continue hurting her until his fingers came to the top of her pants. Her eyes widened and whimpered. She cursed herself for trying to be sexy this morning. Of course she wore no underwear with the thought they would go for round two. When his hand came down on her ass, she gasped. She heard him undoing his pants. She started to struggle, doing anything to get out of this. It seemed like all she was doing was making the pain worse for her head. As a last effort, she started to beg. She hated begging. "I-I w-will do anything. Just not there." She said quickly, moving her hips as an attempt to move away from the head of his shaft poking her ass.
 
Darien nodded as she started to beg. That was more like it. She was learning her place indeed. She didn't make demands of him, she accepted the instructions. And she'd do anything to keep him from being in her ass. He slowed down, loosening his grip on her hair slightly. It wouldn't pull as much like that. He slipped a little lower, and rubbed himself against her sex, accepting the beg as a reason to reconsider.
"That's better Maddie. I don't want to hurt you. You shouldn't make me do those things to you." He said quietly, before gently starting to push himself inside of her. Oh, they were going to have a second round. Likely shorter than the first, but it would be there for certain.
 
Madeline was hoping that her begging would get to him. She was praying he would stop. She didn't want him in her ass so early after their first time together. She looked at him carefully until he loosened his grip on her hair. It was only a little, but to her it felt like shackles were released from her. A sigh of relief came from her when he stopped poking her entrance. Though, she was met with another feeling of his member against her sex. She clenched her jaw. Did he actually think she was going to give herself up just so he could have sex with her again? She was not looking to do round two right now. She yanked her body forward, away from him as he started to push inside of her. "Are you crazy? Get away from me! I'm not letting you do this to me now!" She said with a hint of disgust in her voice.
 
Darien's face froze, adn he glowered down at her. His grip tightened again, and he pushed her head back down onto the table.
"Well then. That changes things then, doesn't it?" He said coldly. He backed off from her sex, and then moved higher, pressing to her ass again. "You had your chance. You'll just have to take the consequences." He said warningly. He pressed his hips forward, feeling his shaft starting to penetrate. Her body resisted him, of course, but pressure always won out in the end. The head of his member pierced into her, ad he grit his teeth. So tight. So warm. So perfect. With a smile on his face, he bucked his hips, pushing alittle mroe of himself into her.
 
Madeline realized her mistake when he froze. She silently cursed herself. All because she couldn't keep mouth shut. She couldn't help it. She panicked and ended up doing something terrible. There was no stopping it now. It was clear she deserved it now. She started to take deep breaths to keep from crying. She had to go through this. She was still a virgin there, so it was definitely going to hurt. "I'm sorry." She whispered softly. She clenched her jaw and gripped the side of the table as he pushed into her. Cries of protest came from her lips. He was already stretching her. She took a shaky breath and arched her back as his head pushed inside of her. "P-please. S-slow down. I-it hurts." She stated with a soft tone. All she could do now was lay back on the table and face this punishment.
 
Darien hesitated in his work, adn leaned forward.
"Of course it hurts. If it didn't hurt, you wouldn't know you'd done somehting wrong, would you?" He said quietly. He flexed his hips again, pushing a little deeper. It was one of the dowsides to being as long as he was. it took awhile to actually sheathe himself in someone. And he had no doubt that Madeline was having some refgrets on that notion at the moment. He kept going, bucking his hips every now and again. he wasn't going terribly fast, but he knew he could be giving her a better chance to adjust to what was going on. But right now he simply didn't fel as though he needed to do anything for her. This was for him. His hips hit her ass at last, announcing that he was inside of her completely. "Are you ready?" He asked her idly, shifting his stance, about to get started in earnest now.
 
Madeline took deep, uneven breaths. She was hoping it would help ease the pain he was creating. All the dreams she had thought about spending the rest of their lives together. She didn't even know anymore. She was hoping he would reconsider doing this. She prayed. She cried out as he flexed hips once more. If this was any other time, she would've gladly let him do this. But no. This was a different situation. She hated that he had to be so big. It would only prolong the pain for her. She wondered if he knew what this was doing to her. She regretted even not listening to him at the beginning. None of this would've happened if she just cleaned up the table. She squirmed and writhed under him as he continued pushing into her. Knowing he would continue either way, she nodded slowly. "I-I'm ready." She said nervously. It would be better for her to say yes straight out. No more consequences.
 
Darien smiled, impressed with her response. It hadn't mattered too much, but it was good to see her accepting this. He backed himself out, withdrawing a lot of his length from her ass before pressing back in. It was a slow motion, but one that was steady. It was actually a decent way to get her acclimated to having something like this done. A good steady rhythm, and he let out a faint groan. Gods, she was so damned tight fitting on him. And he was more than pleased with what he found. He was going to have to do this more often, it could become a very interesting way of keeping her punished. His pace started to increase as he felt his own precum starting to act as something of a lubricant for her. Each thrust was smoother than the last, each more easily entering her. He began to grunt as he worked on her. His hand loosened in her ahir again. His eyes drifted closed a moment, reveling in the feel of her.
 
Madeline noticed the smile on his face. At least she had made him smile. Her eyes moved back down to the table. The sooner she got used to this, the better it would be for both of them. Who knows? For all she knew, she could end up liking the feeling of him inside of her differently. It might not have been introduced in the best way possible, but there was always a chance she could end up liking it. She took a deep breath when he pulled out and let it out when he pushed back in. She did that for a while, finding comfort in the timed breaths. It was almost peaceful. She nearly found herself moaning. Her eyes widened slightly. So soon? She bit the inside of her cheek and managed to keep the sounds down. As it started to get easier for both of them, it started to get harder to keep the moans down. She soon found herself rocking her lips to match his thrusts. Unable to keep them down any longer, she opened her mouth and let out an audible moan.
 
Darien grnned as she started reacting. Good Gods was she actually starting to get off on this? That was not something he expected. He picked up his pace a little more, he free hand reaching around the rub fingers along her sex, briefly on her clit, offering her a moment of additional pleasure from this experience. And why not? As things were progressing, it seemed that she might be learning her place more effectively than he'd thought. His hips slapped into her ass, his breathing starting to turn ragged. It was hard to maintain himself like this, and he knew that he wasn't going to hold out much longer. He shifted his hand out of her hair, gripping her shoulder instead, and pulled her back up to his front, and sliding his hand up to turn her face towards his. He looked her in the eye a moment, and then kissed her, hot and hard, all fire and passion that came from the act he was doing, and the raw aggression that he'd been unleashing.
 
This wasn't right. Madeline shouldn't be acting this way. Especially not after what Darien did to her. She couldn't help it. It was starting to feel really good. Who was she to deny her body of pleasure? The feelings were not right however. Her mind was telling her to scream and protest. Her body was telling her to give in and moan like the little bitch he wanted he was going to make her into. At the moment, her body was winning. It wasn't the little bitch part. It was just moaning and rocking her hips like she would normally do after all. Her hips shot up when his finger came in contact with her slit. This was more pleasure than she was expecting. She listened to his ragged breaths while her own were getting faster, filled with her moans and cries of ecstasy. She hooked her arms around his neck to support herself while he held her up. She panted and looked at him with a lustful gaze. The fire in her eyes had disappeared for the time being. Without hesitation, she returned the hard kiss. It clearly didn't matter now that he had hurt her before. This was feeling so good, so she didn't care. She bucked her hips more, wanting more of the feeling of his hand on her sex.
 
The way she leaned into it, she was clearly loving every moment of this. Despite the circumstaces that led up to it, this was proving to be a...diverting morning. Her hips pushing back into his thrust making each of them harder, and he felt the heat rising off of her, the way she'd thrown herself into it with such abandon...Gods, this was a different side to Madeline. And he had to say he liked it. Maybe...just maybe...this way of doing tings would be able to shape her a little, and that could make for a very interesting kind of relationship.

She was mroe than turned on, she was getting to be almost desperate for release. And he was coming up on it fast. He could feel himself swelling, getting closer, when he moved his fingers back to her sex, and didn't hesitate. He simply plunged two fingers up into her, rubbing her clit with his palm, pumping at her as he graoned into her mouth, feeling himself coming inside of her ass, shooting deply into her.
 
There was no shame at the moment for her. Maybe later there would be regret for even showing that she liked it, but who cared now anyway? If she was enjoying this, she didn't care about the repercussions. All that mattered was getting to her climax. This was definitely not like her. Never in her life had she been like this: desperate and longing. Am I really turning into the little bitch? I hope not. She thought. All of her doubts vanished. This was a lot of pleasure to deal with. Perhaps that was the reason. The new pleasure. Something new for her to like got her like this.

He knew exactly how to get her to that point. She needed this now. She now realized it seemed she could've gotten to this point on purpose. The truth was it wasn't on purpose. It was truly an accident, but if doing that got to here, she would do it on purpose. She arched her back and moaned loudly as his two fingers plunged deep into her. It wasn't long before her walls started to clench around both his cock and fingers. She gasped and gripped him as she came around his fingers. She laid her head back on his shoulder, panting while he came inside of her.
 
Darien held onto her as they both came. It wasn't at all how he'd expected this to go really. Madeline getting into the moment was...going to take some getting used to. He let go of her, and lightly pushed her to deposit her back on the table unless she caught herself. He stepped back, sliding himself out of her ass, even that motion being enjoyable to him. He stood behind her, taking in what had just happened.
"Sweep up the glass. I'll need a shower." He said calmly to her, taking a slow, measured pace towards the bathroom. Damn.

THe shower was running, and hot water poured over him. He made sure to clean himself off quite well. He'd have some kind of standards, adn didn't want to be putting his member back into her after where it had just come out of. He gave his head a hard shake, as though making sure what had just happened had in fact occured. This...was going to change things. A lot.
 
Madeline groaned softly as her orgasm finished. This was something totally different. This side of her was totally different. Never in her years had she acted this way. It was all because of Darien. He made her like this. So far, the regret and shame managed to stay put. She groaned softly and gripped the edge of the table after he had pushed her. She rested her head on the table as she caught her breath. She closed her eyes briefly to count to ten then opened them up when he spoke. "O-okay." She replied as she stood up. Her legs felt so weak.

It hit her so hard. The shame came first while she swept up the glass. She broke down into tears as she reveled in what just happened. First, she was angry at him. She had tears while he pushed into her ass. Then she started liking it? That was the icing on the cake for her. How could she have done that? Next came the regret. Why did I have to not listen to him? It's so easy just to follow directions. Why do I have to be so stupid? Now this is all my fault. Next time, I won't let him do that to me again.
 
Darien got out of the shower, towelling off, and sighing, looking at the mirror. He looked...more pleased than anything. And why not? He'd made sure Madeline knew her place more effectively, had a session of powerfully good anal sex, and now Madeline was cleaning up the mess that she'd made. What else could he ask for in the morning? He found himself smirking as he stepped out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom, getting himsefl dressed. He threw on a few clothes, just a pair of pants and a loose t-shirt. He went back to the kitchen.

Madeline had swept the glass up, and he looked at the floor, making sure she didn't miss any. When he was confident of that, he looked back to the stove. There was still the eggs he'd made. he lifted them, and carried them to the table, setting them down. He smiled, loking at the surface of the table, his thoughts on what he'd just finished doing to Madeline on it. He went back to her, and grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her to him, and planted a rough, yet eager kiss on her lips before letting go, and stepping back.
"Breakfast." He said simply, walking back to the table.
 
Madeline took her time cleaning up the mess. She had no reason to hurry up. She had cleaned up the plates first then threw the pieces in the trash. Then she realized she had forgotten to pull her pants up. With a frustrated groan, she leaned down and pulled them up. This was so embarrassing for her. Never in her life had this happen to her. This wasn't supposed to happen, anyway. What if I just listened to Darien? What if I didn't challenge him on? Is it that hard that I couldn't pick up the plates? God, I'm so stupid. She berated herself while she continued cleaning up. She grabbed the glasses and set them in the sink. She couldn't break those.

As Darien walked, she made a quick decision. No matter what he did, she wouldn't let him do anything like that to her again. Even if that meant no sex for a while. That was perfectly fine. They both managed to hold off for so long. Madeline watched him walked to the stove and grab the eggs. She wasn't hungry anymore. Especially not after that ordeal. She shifted her weight on her feet nervously before gasping as he pulled her to him roughly. As he kissed her, she made not motion to kiss him back. "I'm not hungry anymore." She told him. She turned and walked to the bathroom to wash off the memory of this.
 
Darien shrugged, adn let her go. He noted the resistance that she was showing, but didn't really take offence. She was probably still trying to deal with everything. And besides, if she didn't want them, that left more eggs for him, and that was never a bad thing. Besides, she'd probably be regretting turning away breakfast in a few more hours once lunch rolled around. With a small smile, he tucked in, clearing both plates off. He set them in the sink, but didn't bother washing them. He'd made the call that until she started work, dishes would be part of what Madeline was responsible for. They hadn't discussed anything out in the past, but Darien had a feeling he was in a pretty strong bargaining position.

He had little doubt that she was not quite as pleased that he was as strong as he was. WHile it had been useful to be able carry her around, it had made her easy prey to him. And it likely would again. He ahd little doubt that Madeline would refuse him sooner or later, and cause an incident. And he'd be waiting. He sank onto the couch, and smiled.
 
While Madeline showered, she took the time to go over the options. No moving out. That was for sure. With her luck, she wouldn't be able to find a place any time soon. So, that was out of the question. The next option was telling the police. Big no-no. There would be a lot of consequences. Her losing the case and him coming after her. The third option was the best one: go out there and confront him about it. Her confronting was a lot different than anyone else's. It would be easy. She smiled to herself as she stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off before walking into his bedroom. She rummaged through his/her drawer before pulling out a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt.

She got dressed then fixed her hair. Her plan was simple: show him he had no right to do that. He didn't. He shouldn't have done that to her. She sighed softly as she prepared herself the courage to go out there and do it. She walked out of the bedroom and padded to the living room. She stood in front of him, and when he wasn't looking, she raised her arm and slapped him across the cheek. Hard. "Don't you ever do that to me again."
 
The blow was genuinely unexpected. Darien staggered a moment, having to reassert his bearings. He turned to look at Madeline. She was definitely bouncing between extremes right now. Between moaing like a bitch in heat while he fucked her in the ass, and now to getting back to her state of indignation, she was hard to get a bead on. But what she'd done did only had one viable response.
"Well, that sounds like an order." He said to her, one hand coming out to the side. To her credit, she looked like she was going to be ready for it this time, but that was the point. The hand was bait.

His forehead came rushing in, and crashed into hers, a hard hit that had all the strength of his back in it. He held back just enough to make sure he didn't knock her clean out. He'd done that much to people before when he had to.
"And only one of us gives orders around here. ANd it sure as hell isn't you." He said in a cold, menacing tone. His hand went tot he back of her head, adn he pulled her hard, putting the momentum behind her to send her flipping over the couch. "Do you want me to hurt you Madeline? Hm? Do you? Because it really fucking looks like it right now." He said with a shake of his head, advancing around the counch to get to her again.
 
The courage Madeline had to hit him quickly left her. After delivering the blow, her eyes went to her hand where it was red. Now she regretted it. Shakily, she turned to Darien. He was mad. She knew she messed up. She knew what was to come. Why didn't she think of it before? The consequences? Since he had establish the rules, it was to be expected she would be hurt. "I-I..." She tried to explain, but she quickly shut her mouth and closed her eyes, preparing herself for the hit.

What came next couldn't describe the surprise. One moment she was expecting a hard slap, and the next she was sent sprawling to the floor by his head butt while she screamed. Her hand immediately went up to hold her head as she sat on the floor, rocking her body to the thumping sound. "Please! I d-didn't m-mean it!" She told him frantically. She tried to move away from his hand, but it was too late. She cried out as he flipped her over the couch. She landed harshly on her arm which caused a gasp. She held it to her side and look at him. She scooted back and pressed her body against wall. "Darien! Please, don't do anything! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it!" She yelled at him, desperate for any means to escape, but it all faded away with an injured arm and her back against the wall.
 
"Sure as hell felt like you meant it a minute ago! So you stop meaning it once you get what's coming to you?" He demanded advancing on her. He had a thought about hurting her farther, but he was seeing how she was clutching her arm, she'd clearly landed poorly when he sent her over the couch. So instead, he did something all together different. He crouched in front of her, very calmly extended his hand, and rest it gently on her shoulder. He shook his head sadly. "WHy did you do it Madeline? I don't want to hurt you like this, but you keep making me do it. So let's not do that, hm? Be nice, be respectful, and do what I tell you, and we'll get along just fine." He assured her. His smile was soft and kind, the same way it was when he'd told her that she could come to stay with him.
 
"Y-yes! But I wasn't thinking! I just acted! Please, Darien! Don't hurt me!" Madeline was on the verge of crying her eyes out just to show him how sorry she was. In her mind, it made sense. Real men couldn't hurt a woman who was crying like she was about too. Based on that logic, her body needed it. With an injured arm, the pain would only hurt more. She whimpered and looked up at him, seeing his expression change. She was scared he would hurt again, but she saw the look. "O-okay. I-I'm sorry I hit you. I really didn't mean it." She explained again. She couldn't resist that look. It reminded her of when she came up those front steps and moved her stuff in. She winced as she started to stand up with her arm to the side.
 
Darien helped her to her feet before he spoke again.
"Easy there. You just have a seat on the couch, and I'll grab you some ice for the arm. We'll get you patched up and right a rain in no time." He said with a smile. Letting her move on her own, he actually did plan to make good on his promise, and went into the kitchen. Ice was always readily available to him in the freezer, and he dumped some into a plastic bag. He wrapped it all in a dish towel, and brought it out to her. "Here you go." Said softly to her, handing her the ice.

THe speed in which she shifted gears and track was good in his mind. If every time she offered him violence she was greeted with swift and merciless retribution, it wouldn't be too long before her mind was effectively conditioned to avoid conflicts. And a easy, slow kind of relationship was good in his mind. A few bumps along the road, adn she'd be ready to accept the terms of the life much more readily.
 
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