Jealous

Disclaimer: Written for a friend who wanted to read a short story with some of her fantasies depicted into it. As alway get consent or do nothing.

He was upon you. Too big and too strong for you, battling him only earned you more pain. He has smacked you, lifted you and tossed you upon your own bed. He covers and crushes you with his weight. His hand has clenched your jaw so you must keep your eyes fixed upon his. His sight devours you, he is heavily breathing while with his other hand undresses you with unfettered brutality. He undoes your top and rips your pants.

He fondles and gropes you, each time you stop staring at him he slaps your face and forces you to lock your eyes into him. You whimper and try to protect yourself, conceal your nudity, but he twists your arm and makes you even more exposed to his coarse handling.

You stop fighting and he loses interest in keeping prodding and feeling your body. He suddenly clenches your neck with both his hands and starts squeezing, gently at first, but he increases the force on the sides steadly. You panick when you feel it really difficult to breath. You try to pull his arms apart but you are losing strength rapidly.

You lack oxygen, you lose strength, the more you wiggle the worse it is. Your head spins, you try to scream but no sound escapes from your mouth.

The expression on his face is stern, concentrated, watching you, applying his strength carefully not to break your neck like a twig. His eyes are boring into yours, savouring your reddening face, your choking sounds. Your head feels like if it was going to pop out from your body.

You start losing focus, your arms feel too heavy and they fall upon the mattress like a ragdoll. Your eyes roll back and you slip into unconciousness.

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You regain consciousness while you feel him pushing inside you. It begins as a distant feeling, like if it were happening to someone else and you were a strange witness from afar.

You are face down. He is upon you. One of your arms is locked behind your back. He has clenched your hair with his other hand and keeps your face against your pillow. He keeps pounding you. You hear his grunts, his coarse beard next to your face. Your face hurts, you have difficult to breath. You feel you are bleeding from your mouth or your nose.

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He pulls outside of you and fills your back with his semen. He releases his grip from your arm and your hair, which tugs cuddlingly shortly after. He caresses your back while you keep yourself unmovingly, just concentrated in breathing, proceesing all that has happened. He leaves the room in evident good mood and proceeds to the bathroom. You heard him taking a shower.

You are breathing heavily. You feel your face aching and hurting. You touch it, you have a big lump on one of your brows, you feel your lips swollen, and you are bleeding from one of your nostrils.

You stumble towards the bathroom, where the man keeps taking the shower. You look at yourself in the mirror and you gasp. One of your eyes is quickly blackening, and your lips are plump on one side, specially your hideously swollen upper one. You are so shocked that you keep poking and examinating your lumps with your fingertips, no matter the pain. Your neck aches terribly, it's skin is reddened and you still feel the constant throbbing of his savage grip.

The man stands behind you and both his hands grabs possessively your breasts. He pushes you towards him, your back against his chest. He smiles at your reflection on the mirror.

+ Satisfied? + He asks in honeyed words.

- Oh yes - You answer back - Look at me... I am so fucked up. Ooooh, my mouth.. and my eye

+ That's what you asked, I had to oblige, you were pretty.. convincing.

You grimace, winking your bruising eye, turning your head left and right, your neck is very sore; you smile at your beaten face, but your lips hurt so much that you immediately regrets doing so.

- Why couldn't my boyfriend be more like you? I mean, I love him, but he will never... I mean.. look at me

+ What will you tell him?

- Oh, the truth. I won't change the sheets, he will see all the blood. He will immediately understand.

+ You want him to make him jealous? You are not a good woman

- Yes, jealous, I hope he does. And angry. And possesive. I hope he finally understands what I need, what I am looking for.

+ What if he leaves you?

- Oh no, I am going to fuck his brain off, I am going to fuck him until dehydratation, he'll never know what hit him. - You poke forcefully your knot on your brow savouring the stinging pain. You take one of his hands and you descend it towards your humid, sensitive sex - This makes me feel so excited...

+ And what will you tell everyone when you'll appear all beaten up at university on monday? That your boyfriend hit you?

- That would cause a lot of concern, doesn't it? - You begin moaning - Perhaps you should call him to your office and interrogate him.. to clear the fact that his girlfriend looks like a losing boxer.

You draw a devilish smile on your face while the man keeps fingering you. You abandon yourself to the waves of pleasure.

- He .. he would never suspect - you stutter softly just before he pushes your back and makes you bow against the sink, his gland opening his way with ease in your welcoming pussy once again.