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Short, but brutal [DOM+TaintedLove]

Desiree winced as he slapped her. "I'm not sleeping, fuck," she hissed, rubbing her cheek. "What's wrong with you? I was listening, and you haven't answered my question," she pointed out, although her voice was a lot more fearful this time. She pushed her cover off, sitting in front of him in her panties. "Do you hate me?" She repeated, her bright gaze meeting his once again.

She crossed her arms under her breasts, allowing the two lumps of flesh to swell even further. "Can you please just do what you want to me and let me sleep? I have to go to work," she complained, letting out a low, annoyed sigh.
 
He paused, shaking his head lost in thought. He resented her, he had wanted her but...

"No, I don't hate you -I've wanted you for a very long time." He watched as she pushed the covers off, his eyes fell to her breasts and he shuddered. "You're beautiful, very beautiful, and I have to have you." he said simply. He moved his hand down to the base of his cock and squeezed it, moving it slightly. "I want you to suck my dick -I shouldn't have to tell you that. Any other woman would know what a naked man standing by her bed wanted" he chided her, knowing full well she knew -and that she was only being obstinate. "Suck me off, and let me cum on you -then you can go back to sleep..."
 
Desiree watched him, sighing. "Then why do you do this?" She questioned, shaking her head. "Just making sure," she shrugged and crawled over toward him. "You're my master now, is that what you said? I'm pretty sure you should be telling me what to do," she simply replied, trying to get comfortable. She sat on her knees in front of him, her hand sliding up toward his cock. Her fingers slid around his thick length, slowly moving along his shaft. She meanwhile leaned in, her tongue slithering past her lips to caress his tip, circling around it.

She teased him for a brief while before finally taking him into her mouth. Devoid of a gag reflex, she didn't have a hard time moving her head down until his cock slid down her throat, causing her a considerable amount of pain yet she was certain that it brought him an equal or perhaps superior amount of pleasure. Looking up at him, she paused as her lips were next to his base, before starting to move, taking almost all of him out of her mouth before leaning down to take in all of him again.
 
He ignored her comment about telling her what to do. He was too busy watching her body move closer to him, enjoying the feel of her legs around his, her breasts against his thighs. He gasped as she teased his cock with her tongue. He thought he was going to go crazy as she teased him, and he was about to push it into her mouth ...and then she took his lenth into her mouth. "God damn, you're ...even reluctant, you're awesome at sucking cock" He reached his hand down and began to stroke her soft hair with his hands, feeling it along the bottom of his fingers and his palm.

He watched her take his full lenth into her mouth, showing no trace of gagging or needing to pull out. He felt her throat grip the tip of his cock and he gasped. He stroked her hair tenderly and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her mouth over his cock...then he opened his eyes as she nearly slid off of him.

He let her continue to go up and down on him for a few minutes, savoring the feel of her wet, warm and skillful mouth over his cock. Finally, he felt his orgasm begin to build and he pushed her head away lightly "Stop..." he said, sighing deeply "It's time I..I'm going to cum on you..."
 
Desiree studied him, watching his reactions to her actions. He seemed almost vulnerable, or at least not as offensive as he had been earlier on. She liked him better that way, she decided. Perhaps if she managed to keep him pleased he would cut with the violence and insults. She shut her eyes as his hand slid to her hair, instead of gripping it delivering her a tender caress. It confused her, which was far from a good thing. The previous night, he was a monster. However, each time he displayed softness she told herself that there was surely a reasoning behind his actions.

She had only started it seemed when he pushed her head away. She moved back, her tongue flicking against him as she pulled him out, and leaned back, watching him. Her hand remained on his cock, quickly jerking him off to get him to cum faster.
 
Don didn't understand it either, honestly. He had intended on invading her, proving his dominance by not only forcing himself on her -but doing so in her own place, in a time of his choosing. He was not even close to being stimulated enough to cum but -for lack of a better term- invading her place had made him feel more creepy than dominant. Mostly because he knew that the price she would be paying the next day was unfair, in any sense of the word.

He took her hand from his cock and reached for his pants. "I want you, mother fucker, I want you more than anyone else I've ever wanted." he bent down and picked up his pants and slid them and his underwear up this legs, adjusting everything while he spoke to her. "If I'm going to own you -and I'm going to- I have to balance your needs with mine. And now you need sleep."

His face was etched with conflict, desire fighting with guilt, as he looked towards her. "Go back to sleep, rest when you come home. Day after tomorrow, I'll be visting you -after work." He stood back and looked at her, kicking himself -he was letting some strange sentimentality threaten his control of her, and he knew it....
 
Desiree studied him with a confused expression, moving her hand away. "Okay," she mumbled tentatively at his comment, not quite sure what else to tell him. He wanted her - that much made sense,yet the following words stunned her. She sighed, nodding meekly. She wasn't going to protest against him letting her sleep. She picked up her shirt, pulling it back on and buttoning up once again. Before she could say anything, he surprised her once again, taking a huge weight off her shoulders.

She knew when he would come, which meant that she could relax and enjoy the time she knew he wouldn't be visiting her. "Alright, see you then," she nodded slowly, waiting for him to leave. The girl was confused beyond belief - his sudden change in attitude took her aback. While on one hand she was supposed to hate him, and she did for a while, she couldn't bring herself to do so after his display of softness.

A part of her realized that she was acting as though he really did own her and any kindness on his behalf was not expected but rather a miracle. However, she couldn't bring herself to think otherwise. It frightened her in a sense - while she was convinced that falling for him was out of question, she knew that if he were to keep things up that way she would at least grow affectionate toward him. "Goodnight," she murmured finally, glancing up at him almost fearfully.
 
Don went back to his own apartment, feeling somehow defeated. Opening his door he kicked a small trashcan that was set just inside his apartment. She was his -why didn't he use her good and proper? He locked the door and made his way to his bed and laid back on it, staring into the darkness and wondering what had just happened.

He was a fool if he fell for her, even slightly. There was a reason that he was so frustrated with her -her aloof air, her unavailability. If he didn't keep her in her place, she would do to him emotionally what he had done to her physically in the laundry room. Eventually he managed to drift off to sleep and the next thing he knew, the morning sun shone through the curtains.

As he got dressed he realized he didn't know exactly where it was that she worked. He knew it was at the university somehow -was she a student? what, exactly? He had thought she had mentioned something about working at the college, but now that he had to remember the details they were fuzzy and elusive. He spent the morning planning and trying to remember, but in vain.

Just after noon he found himself driving around the campus, hoping to catch her walking off to lunch or something. He was in luck as he drove into the parking lot he saw her with a group of students on the sidewalk. He pulled up beside her and honked the horn and stopped the car. He pushed the passenger-side door open and nodded to her. "Desiree. In" he ordered tersely.
 
Desiree fell asleep that night, for the first time in days feeling almost safe at home again. In the morning, she quickly dressed up, looking like what she was – a student and an assistant professor. Her legs were covered by a pair of washed out skinny jeans, a pair of suede grey high heels on her feet, a white fitted t-shirt and a black blazer along with her hair attached in a loose ponytail and a pair of square glasses partially shielding the beautiful eyes of hers gave her a sophisticated air of a naughty librarian.

Quickly driving to school, she went on with the day, about to go for a drink with her friends when she spotted Don’s car. In a moment all the life was drained from her face, a terrified expression filling it for a split second. “I’m sorry guys, my friend’s pissed at me…I have to go,” she explained, quickly kissing everyone goodbye before taking a seat in the man’s car.

“What’s the hell?” She exclaimed as she sat down, studying him silently, for the first time actually seeing him in the daylight since their first encounter in the laundry mat. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you’d come tomorrow,” she complained, her full lips forming a pout.
 
Turning in his seat to face her, Don glared at Desiree as she complained "It doesn't matter what you thought, or what I said. I want you, and I'm here". Himself, he was wearing a light jacket, a black teeshirt and jeans. He studied her as she settled in her seat and then pulled away from the school. He studied the street as he pulled out of the parking lot, looking for some place secluded -at least secluded enough. "You look nice" he said, nodding appreciatively "I was tempted to just bang you right there." he looked over to her as he waited for the light to change, reaching over a possessive hand to pull back her blazer and caress her breast through her tee shirt.

Don saw an alley near by and pulled his car into it, against one of the buildings -making sure there was enough room for any cars to pass. Turning off the car he turned to her and reached forward, unfastening her blazer. Before she could protest he lifted a hand threateningly "I can hurt you and not leave any marks. Don't make me." he said before putting his hand back on her blazer and slipped off her blazer, pulling it back over her shoulders. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he pulled the blazer off and then he lifted a hand to her throat, squeezing it slightly, not enough to restrict her breathing -just enough to make her aware that he could.

With his other hand he reached under her shirt and slid his hand up her torso, finding her breast and squeezing it ((through her bra?)) , involuntarily biting his lip with pleasure at the feel of it in his hand. "Now, tell me what your schedule is for the rest of the afternoon. When do I have to take you back."
 
Desiree let out a low sigh, watching him drive. Bang her? She felt a shiver run down her spine at the words. She realized that it would end up happening, yet his car combined with his rough ways would doubtlessly result in an extremely painful and unpleasant experience. She watched his drive in the alley, trying to ignore the presence of his hands on her. "I know you can hurt me," she replied meekly, having gotten used to the thought as much as one could get used to such an awful reality. The girl was at the point where she didn't care what he did to her, as long as it was over as fast as possible. He seemed determined to ruin her life for some reason, and she was determined not to let him.

She shifted slightly, her eyes remaining locked with his, her neck pressing against his hand as she moved, and pushed her blazer off the remaining way, carefully resting it on her bag. While his hand moved up to her bra she was certain he could feel the goose bumps spread along her smooth skin, and once it got there he could certainly hear her heart thump wildly against her rib cage despite her best attempts to keep it quiet. "In an hour I have to help the professor teach, after that it's research until around six," she replied, deciding to just tell him everything. Somehow, she felt like lying could backfire and decided against it.

She studied the car, not quite certain how he wanted to do it. The only guy she's been with in a car had a large SUV which had more than enough space for the two of them. "Do you want me to move to the backseat or something?" She wondered, watching her abusive neighbor.
 
Don had pulled his hand out of her shirt and was sliding off his own jacket when she asked about the logistics. He took a quick look around the car, contemplatively. "Good point" he acknowledged thoughtfully. He gritted his teeth in frustration "well, I could bend you over the car -but that wouldn't be all the comfortable for me..." he said and then moved his hand to the driver's side door. He flicked the switch that closed all of the locks in the car, four simultaneous clicks announcing the action. With that he turned in his seat and faced her directly. "There's enough room here, I'm pretty sure, for you to bend down and suck me off...since I didn't finish last night." He looked at the outline of her breasts under her tee-shirt, almost certain he could see her nipples through the shirt and bra.

He unfastened his pants and then lifted up his hips slightly, pushing them down. His thick, erect cock sprang out, livid in the daylight. He enjoyed the look in her eyes, he thought that he saw dread and a little shock -though he knew she was no virgin. Then an idea sprang to mind. "First -before you suck me off -look me in the eyes and tell me you're a virgin. Try to convince me that you're one." he said quickly, by way of explanation. He knew this was a bizarre request, and she was more likely to think it was a kink of his than she was to see his true purpose. In truth, he wanted to see whether or not she could lie convincingly, and see if he could figure out what she did when she lied.

He leaned back against the door, which he had locked so he wouldn't worry about it opening and nodded. "Oh, while you're at it...strip to the waist, no shirt. No bra. And let me see you fondle those nice little tits of yours..."
 
Desiree could hardly remember what happened the previous night, too tired to understand anything back then. Now as she saw his thick cock erect in the daylight, she couldn’t help but feel familiar warmth and a tingling sensation spreading along her lower body, sending shivers down her spine. She blinked as he spoke, tearing her gaze away from him. His request caused her to arch her eyebrows with a confused air. She was a fairly good liar, like most women, yet when requested to lie especially about something both of them knew to be a lie was a different story. She had no idea how to do it.

Finally, she cleared her throat, slowly pulling her shirt over her head, the muscles of her flat stomach flexing with each movement. With the shirt off, she unclasped her bra, using her arm to hold it in place while the free hand pulled it away. Then, after a brief moment of hesitation, she dragged her teeth over her lower lip, her gaze fixated on his with an innocent, sensual air, her hands moving aside to show off her by no means little breasts of hers. “I am a virgin,” she murmured softly with a blush on her cheeks, her hands slowly sliding along the sides of her breasts and to her hardened nipples, twisting them between her fingers, her thumbs flicking them. She was capable of blushing at a cue – one of her weird talents.

Leaning forward, closer to Don, she slid one of her hands along his cheek nervously, her lips mere inches from his. Her hand meanwhile slid down along his chest to lightly touch his cock, almost trembling as though she has never touched one before yet pleasant nonetheless. “Please be gentle if you take me, I’m really afraid,” she added in a low childish whisper, sounding fully truthful once again, although that time a part of the sentence was true.
 
Don inhaled sharply as he watched Desiree process his request and then begin to strip for him. Later he would remember this as the moment when he switched from being sexually obsessed to being fascinated with Desiree. He watched not just her shirt, but also the expression that crossed her face, her body language as she lifted off her shirt and unfastened her bra, and he felt a sensual rush run through him.

His eyes went down to her breasts, watching her play with her nipples with growing arousal, his cock throbbing insistent and frustrated as she teased him. He noticed the blush on her face -for a moment irrationally believing her until he remembered what he knew of her, and he smiled. As she brushed his cheek he was moved, his expression momentarily soft and tender as she told him that she was afraid -hearing the fear in her voice, he was touched by the child-like way she said it.

And then she touched his cock, and it was like a bolt of electricity ran through him. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared briefly as the pleasure seemed to rip through him -the feel of her skin over his sensitive manhood made him moan deeply. "Damn, bitch...you're a good little liar" he said, with amusement and genuine appreciation in his voice. He moved his hand over to her face and slid his hand over her cheek and then through her hair.

"If you hadn't taken my entire dick in your throat last night, I would have been convinced" he half-chuckled, his voice thick with arousal. Leaning forward, he curled his hand around the back of her head. "We still have time before you have to go back to class...let's have a repeat performance."
 
The moment Desiree saw the flash of something other than anger and frustration in Don’s expression was one she would forever regret, for to her it was the moment she lost her sanity. Despite herself she couldn’t hate him, searching for a reason why he did what he did. At first she thought that it was because of who she was, because of her studies in psychology, yet at that moment she realized that she was edging toward the Stockholm syndrome and there was nothing she could do about it.

Despite her best attempts to regain her stride and show him that she was bended but not broken, she felt herself lean against his hand when it slid over her cheek, like a docile kitten or a lover. She studied him silently, her eyes willingly never leaving his. Perhaps it was the daylight’s fault, she decided, still seeking reasons for her odd attitude.

At his last statement, she couldn’t help but truly blush, looking down only to find herself staring at his cock. Once again forced to look up, she leaned forward, almost as though she was about to kiss him, but simply leaned down toward his cock. Her hand rested at its base, softly stroking him, while her lips paused millimeters from him, gently blowing warm air. She then moved down to engulf him in her mouth, her tongue caressing and teasing his tip as she moved lower and lower.

Her free hand slid over her breasts, grazing the dark bruise on her side he left a few days earlier as an attempt to remind herself who she was giving a blowjob to. Slowly, she started to bob her head up and down his length, her flat tongue sliding along the middle of his erection as she moved. Each time she would take his entire length into her mouth despite the pain it brought to her, before pulling him out halfway only to start over. Her free hand meanwhile moved up to caress his testicles in her palm, her thumb teasing and applying slight pressure. The girl’s gaze moved up to meet his each time she could, screening the reactions.
 
While Don had heard of Stockholm syndrome -and would have loved to use it against her, he had no idea that it could be put into a sexual context. He was, himself, exploring this side of sex, the rough and dominant side. Even though, like most men, he was oblivious to the depth of her conflict, he could see the confusion on her face as she stroked him, looking up at him and then taking him into her mouth.

He shuddered with pleasure as her tonuge moved over his cock, he growled softly, instinctively pushing her head down -though not forcing her down. Then he blinked as he watched her free hand move over her bruise and he looked into her eyes. "Yes, I did that to you..." he said thickly, barely able to speak from the pleasure. He moved his hand from her head onto her hand and pressed it into the bruise. "I won't hurt you again unless you make me" he lied, his cock throbbing against her tongue involuntarily at the thought of how he could blame her in the future whenever he'd hit her. "If you continue to be a good little whore, I'll be easy on you, ok?" he said thickly, but softly.

He moved hand hand back from hers and set it back on her head, and then held her head steady in his hands and began to move his hips. Pressed against the door he could only move so much, but he was able to begin to slide his cock into her throat, further into it than she had taken it so far today. "There, take it deep -like last night" He knew, instinctively, that he couldn't allow her too much control, to relax too much. He didn't seem to be able to choke her with his cock -which was fine by him; but he still wanted to screw her, to rape her mouth. He began to breath faster, holding back his orgasm, keeping himself on the brink of it, wanting to enjoy the feel of her not just on his penis, but in his hands and against his body as well.
 
Desiree kept on moving up and down his length, suddenly freezing as he pressed his hand against her bruise, causing her to let out a hiss. That action reminded her of what kind of a man he was, causing her to look at him with a hurt, almost betrayed air before simply looking away once and for all. Her attempts at pleasing him instantly decreased, replaced by just enough to bring pleasure. Her hand moved away, both of them coming to rest on his knees for support.

She quickly came to discover that he didn’t seem to mind, fucking her mouth instead of letting her do it. She shut her eyes, trying to keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks as the pain increased. She was certain that it would take her quite a while to get over the pain in her throat from the harsh movements of his. Nonetheless she didn’t move, her teardrops occasionally landing onto his thighs, yet nothing to show her discomfort or pain otherwise. His moans and accelerated breathing told her that soon it would be all over, and she couldn’t help but wish he stopped after the blowjob the way he generally would.
 
He tried to hold himself back but in the end he couldn't. He had caught a glimpse of her expression, defeated and reluctant and that had sent him over the edge. He pulled her head up slightly so that he could cum inside of her mouth instead of her throat, watching her eyes as he filled her mouth with his cum, clutching her hair in his fingers. "Swallow it, you cunt...swallow all of it" he ordered her thickly as he shot thick wads of cum into her mouth.

After his orgasm subsided he gently pushed her away, and watched as she settled into her seat. "Just.." he had to catch his breath, he had to allow his head to clear from the endorphin rush. "Just the bra. Don't put on your shirt or jacket. Not yet." he ordered, looking into her eyes. He watched her carefully from the corner of his eyes as he turned and started the car's engine.
 
The girl swallowed all of his cum without complaining and sat up after having licked him cleanly. She quickly pulled on her bra, about to put on the rest of her clothes as he told her not to put her shirt on yet. She arched her eyebrows, shaking her head in disgust. Did he seriously want her to go over to school without her bra on? She was the professor’s assistant for Christ’s sake!

“Don… I don’t want people to see me,” she whispered softly, studying him, hopeful that he had at least a hint of humanity in him. Any affection or even understanding toward him disappeared instantly as he became his old self. “Why do you have to be like this?” She mumbled, shooting him an offended glance before looking back at the road.
 
He didn't feel like he owed her an explanation, but he found himself compelled to give one. Though in all honesty it was more of an accusation than an explanation. "I'd rather show you off by wearing you on my arm, over dinner -respectably" he said "But if I can't show off how good of a girlfriend I have, I can at least show off how much I can degrade you". Before he could pull out of the alleyway, a moving truck pulled in and drove past them, forcing him to stay where they were. He looked over at her, reading her expression as haughtyness he shrugged and waited as the truck slowly passed by them in the alley.
 
Desiree watched him as he spoke, thinking. “Wearing me on your arm? Is that what you do with your girlfriends?” She questioned, shaking her head. “And why don’t you do it with me, how am I worse than any other woman? Why don’t you show me off over dinner instead of humiliating me for those pigs to see?” She questioned, tears filling the girl’s eyes as the driver of the truck honked at her, the guy giving her a thumbs up through the window. It was only after the words left her lips that the girl realized what a stupid comment she made, practically begging him to be her girlfriend. However, she didn't look away from him, waiting for his answer in silence.
 
Don shrugged and looked over at her "That's part of what you do with your girlfriend -yes." he replied. He smirked as she cringed at the driver -Don really wanted to humiliate Desiree and watch her walk through the crowd of students nearly topless, but then her next sentence struck him. "You've never given me the time of day -that's why." he said, turning to face her. "And, in fact, I'll prove my point." He reached over and grabbed her shirt and then threw it back at her "Go on, put your clothes back on -I'm dropping you off."

Don turned back in his seat and dug in his pocket and then tossed her key back onto her lap. "I want more from you, but it's worth giving up to make my point. If you weren't under duress, you wouldn't be giving me the time of day" he said, and then began to pull the car out of the alley. "And now that you're not -you won't."
 
Desiree grabbed her shirt, taken aback by his words, and by his actions. She quickly pulled it back on, attaching the buttons slowly as she listened to his words. For a moment, she was convinced he would hit her, or find a way to hurt her, but instead he tossed her key in her lap. "What?" She whispered, trying to hide the utter shock and confusion. She didn't trust him, or at least didn't believe that he would just stop torturing like that. Perhaps it was just another one of his weird games?

She felt a shiver run down her spine, yet then she considered his words. They sounded like a challenge, and she wanted to prove him wrong out of a reflex, yet thankfully stopped short of telling him that she would. She stared at the key, twisting it in her fingers. "You're violent, insulting and abusive," she spoke softly, watching him drive. "You're not making a point, no woman would give you the time of day if she knew," she added, her voice low and gentle. "But if you give me one good reason, I will," she heard herself say, looking away from him.
 
Don pulled out into the street and shrugged "You're the only girl I've hit -and that was because there was no other way to get your attention." He hit his hand on the steering wheel a little in frustration. "God knows I fucking tried, and you just pushed me away." He looked around at the stop signal, waiting for it to change colors. "You're hot, you're sexy inside and out -but girl, I don't need to beg from you -and that's what you're asking me to do" The light changed and he saw the university on the right, and turned into the parking lot "Here's your reason -and it doesn't matter to me if you accept it or not. I'm willing to do whatever I have to in order to have you; if that means beating you to get your attention, then I do that. If it means taking a chance on losing you then I'll do that too." He navigated up to one of the sidewalks and turned in his seat to face her. "All I wanted was a chance, I'm sorry I had to beat you to get that chance -but now I've had it. And there's nothing forcing me to let you go, I'm doing it 'cos I want you. I want you." he shrugged and unlocked the door "if that ain't enough..I'll find another girl that works for."
 
Desiree watched the car pull into the parking lot and shook her head softly, letting out a sigh. “I’m not asking you to beg,” she replied, staring down at her key, still hardly able to believe that there would be no sneaking in at night on his behalf. She had a hard time believing that the man who minutes earlier pressed his hand against the bruise he left on her simply to remind her of what he would do to her if she disobeyed, yet after a while she felt a pang of guilt. She had been unfair toward him in the past, yet it wasn’t a reason for violence, she attempted to reason with herself, yet the strange part of her that was actually attracted to him kept on ignoring the rational side.

Finally, they stopped in the parking lot and she heard the doors click softly. However, instead of running out of the car, she shifted slightly, turning to face him. “Fine,” she heard herself answer, once again mentally punching herself. What was she even thinking agreeing to that? She should have left, moved out, ran away from him, instead she was about to accept going on a date with him. “It’s good enough,” she nodded meekly, dragging her teeth along her lower lip. Her hand tentatively slid up to his chest, her eyes remaining fixated on his. “And what now?” She questioned, for some reason still feeling as though he was supposed to dictate the rules.
 
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