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We really need to start slapping these worthless bitches more. Its so healing and calming. Like you transfer all your anger and irritation out across her little inferior face.

Slap her today, right now. It does not matter what her dumbass is doing. She is making you something to eat? go slap her anyway, tell her to hurry it up.

Slap her after she serves it to you, slap her when she behaves, when she misbehaves, when you're happy, sad or just bored.

Jesus... you're her best friend. She fucking loves you like a sister, and you're letting me slap my cock across your tongue? Really? And for what reason? Because you found out I beat her up?

Did finding out that I was the one who gave her that black eye turn your dumb fucking cunt so wet that you had to run over and thank me for it? For putting that cunt in her place? God, you fucking gender traitor. You worthless, cheap little cunt. Go on. You were so keen to thank me. Show me how you fucking throat my cock or I'll give you a matching black eye.

Yeah, fuck, that's a good toy. Look at you, you pathetic piece of fuckmeat. Desperately gagging yourself on your bestie's boyfriend's cock. Thanking me for hurting another woman. Do you like it that much? That I hurt her? I can't even remember — FUCK —... I can't even remember why I hurt her.

I guess it just makes my cock hard watching her cry like that.

You moaned? God, you're fucking pathetic. Sisterhood doesn't mean shit to you, does it? Or maybe it means worshipping your best friend's abusive, cheating boyfriend, huh? You care more about my cock than her, don't you? That's okay. She can't fuck your throat, can she? She can't threaten to beat you like I can.

God, I'm gonna cum. Is that what you wanted, you temptress? You disgusting little slut. You did this, you know. I told myself I wouldn't cheat anymore, and then you come prancing in here with that tiny skirt on and batting those pretty eyes at me. Seducing a taken fucking man. You're so fucked up for this, you know.

Oh fuck. Fuck. I'm going to cum soon. I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow every last fucking drop. No, actually, gargle that shit for me. I want see you drink it down, and if there's even a fucking fleck of jizz left, I swear to god I'm going to make my girlfriend's bruises look like light compared to yours. Fuck.

Stupid fucking bitch. This is what the two of you need. Broken, worthless fucking cunts that just need a strong, fucked up man to keep you in line. Shit. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, you worthless cunt. Take my cum. Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk. Oh fuck... show me what it looks like. Go on. God, you're a terrible fucking friend. You know that, right? Now drink it all down.

And for a minute I let you. I keep my eyes closed and just feel everything. The weight of you settling into my hips. How wet you are, this sloppy slick sound every time you grind forward. Your hands sliding up my stomach, fingers tracing over my abs. Your breath all shaky and uneven because you’re trying so hard to be quiet about it. You’re fucking me like you stole something and it’s only a matter of time before you get caught.

But then you lean forward and press your palms flat on my chest and sink all the way down until I’m so deep in you that you stop breathing. And this needy little whimper slips out of you before you can stop it. That’s what wakes me up.

I grab you. Hard. My fingers digging into the soft part above your hips. And you freeze. Your whole body goes still because you know you just got caught. I open my eyes and look up at you in the dark and you’ve got this guilty expression, mouth still half open, my cock buried to the base in you. Hi. Good morning. Couldn’t wait, could you.

Before you can say anything cute about it I plant my feet and fuck up into you so hard your hands slip off my chest and catch the sheets. I hold your hips pinned down and drive into you from underneath, my abs flexing every time I thrust, and you can feel the force of it through your whole body because I’m not being gentle about this. You wanted to ride me at your own pace? That’s over. This is what happens when you help yourself to my cock without asking.

And now every sound you make fills the room. Every time I bottom out you moan loud enough that it echoes. Your nails dig into my arms hard enough to leave marks. Your head drops forward and your hair’s in your face and you can feel every inch of me stretching you open on every stroke. You can feel my thighs tense under you when I drive up. Your hands have found their way back, flat on my stomach, riding the muscles as they flex and contract while I fuck you. You started this thinking you were in control and now you’re just holding on.

I slow down for one stroke. Roll my hips up into you real slow so you feel the whole length drag against you. Just to hear you whisper please. And then I pull you down flush against me and hold you there, my cock as deep as it goes, your clit grinding against my pelvis, and I lean up close enough that you can feel my breath and say next time wake me up first. I want to be awake for every second I’m in you.

Then I'll take your friends, why would you need anyone but me darling?

Next I'll take your tastes, music, books, movies, I'll control them all, you'll watch, read, listen to, whatever I want and only what I want

Then your body, I'll control what goes in any of your holes at any time, I'll control when you eat and when you go to the bathroom, how you style your hair and make up and what you wear

Lastly I'll take your mind, your sense of self, because after all of that, all you will be is what I've made you, my ideas will become your thoughts

you'd miscalculated. The thing about bratting a very patient Dom, is that when you finally do get a reaction, there's a very, very narrow window to get the aggression you're looking for before you get the aggression you're not looking for. The latter flashed across My face and your adrenaline spiked.

I was a large man, but I crossed the room impossibly fast and your panicked brain wasn't in any shape to be making quick decisions. you froze, which might have been the worst thing you could do, because you were exactly where I expected you to be when the open palm of My hand landed with a thunder crack to the side of your cheek. I was still moving when I hit you, and the momentum coupled with My fury was enough to send you airborne as your body crashed into and collapsed awkwardly over the coffee table.

you scrambled to get up as your head spun, but your arms disappeared out from under you as you were lifted by your hair. your legs swung under you to gather your footing but they swung wildly as well, finding no purchase as you hung by your ponytail from My arm. you were facing the wrong way to see Me, but you had a perfect view of the photo hanging on the wall before you were accelerated towards it. Flung against the wall, your arms grappled for grip which only resulted in you pulling the photo down with you as you bounced and fell to the ground.

you tried to push the large print off, but My fist tore through the canvas and latched onto your neck. Blinded by the frame on top of you, it was impossible to see Me or reach your hands around the edges to try to stop Me. you tried to plead with Me, but found only hoarse gagging as My grip tightened impossibly around your windpipe. you felt the lack of air and the lack of blood flow competing to see who would bring unconsciousness the fastest while you felt Me rip your shorts and panties off. you weren't even going to be around to enjoy it...

you woke. Everything hurt. It was dark...and it smelled. you had no idea where you were, but you saw a crack of light above you and stood, unsteadily, to press against it.