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Love is Stronger then Pain
“Get the fuck out of the bed,” Brian yelled to Taylor as he snatched the covers off her body.
“Brian, what the hell is the matter with you?” Taylor yelled back to him as she sat up, startled out of a deep sleep.
“Oh, so you think I’m stupid. I told your ass to be in the house by midnight, and John told me he saw you after eleven thirty on Bladensburg Road sitting in the driver’s seat of some dude’s Caddy in front of Eddie’s Carryout,” Brian yelled as he paced the bedroom floor.
“God, why is this happening to me?” Taylor mumbled to herself before she responded. “Brian, first of all it is three in the morning, and you are just now getting home your damn self, so don’t come to me with no bullshit about me getting home after midnight. And to make matters fucking worse, you didn’t even return my call when I beeped you to let you know I was home,” Taylor responded to Brian, her voice rising.
Brian was upset, and he did not like Taylor to talk back to him. He walked over to the bed where she was sitting and pushed her down on her back. He then sat on top of her and started punching her in her face.
Taylor screamed as she struggled to get Brian off. She slithered her body like a snake and moved her head from side to side. She swung her arms uncontrollably trying to duck the punches that were coming from the man she loved.
“Bitch, you see what you make me do to you? I better not ever in my living life find out that you are out with some dude without my permission. Do you understand me? Huh? Huh? Do you hear me talking to you, Taylor?” Brian screamed.
“Pop!” Taylor caught Brian off-guard and punched him with her right fist in his left jaw. He jumped off of her, holding the right side of his face.
“Leave me the fuck alone,” Taylor yelled.
“Bitch, you wanna fight, huh?” He grinned as he yanked Taylor by her legs and pulled her body completely off the oversized bed.
“Ouch!” Taylor’s head hit the floor. Brian dragged her small body from one end to the other of the apartment. Taylor twisted and turned, trying to get free. She screamed as she felt the carpet burn her back, arms, and butt.
“Brian, I’m sorry. Please, stop, I promise that it will not happen again.” Tears rolled down her cheeks but Brian did not feel Taylor’s pain. He wanted her to know he had control over her life and he would stop beating her ass when he felt like it.
“Oh, so you’re saying that if I don’t stop punishing you you’re going to keep disobeying me?” Brian asked as he pulled her up from off the floor by her ponytail. Taylor struggled to stand up straight, facing Brian face to face. She ran into the kitchen with him right behind her like a bumper on a car. She grabbed the kitchen drawer and yanked it open. Brian pulled her down to the floor by her legs. She tried to stretch her arm to reach inside the drawer, but he wrapped his muscular arms around her legs and squeezed them tighter together.
“Get off of me!” Taylor screamed as she lifted her upper body to give herself some strength. She pulled the kitchen drawer down with her right hand. Knives, spoons, and forks scattered all over the kitchen floor. Brian saw that she was reaching for one of the knives, and he scooted his body farther up on top of hers, then pulled her hands above her head with his left hand and held them down firmly against the floor.
“Don’t you move, bitch,” he said. Taylor spit in his face. Brian wiped his face with the back of his right hand. He grabbed one of the steak knives and then pushed the other utensils away from where he and Taylor were positioned on the floor. Taylor was crying hysterically. Brian took the knife and ran the sharp tip across her wet, swollen face, then continued to move it down the middle of her neck and to her chest. Her breathing became heavy.
“Brian, I, I love you,” were the words she said, hoping to stop his torture. Brian took the knife and cut straight down the middle of the T-shirt Taylor was wearing. Her heart was pounding, and he was enjoying every bit of the power he currently had over her.
Brian put the knife up to her throat and started to roughly massage her nipples with his right hand then forcefully sucked and bit them.
Tears flowed from her eyes as he roughly grabbed at her body. He released her hands. Taylor was confused by her mixed feelings. Her mind was telling her no, but her body was telling her yes. She enjoyed the sensation coming from her wet vagina.
Brian released the knife from her throat and forced his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her hard. Taylor kissed him back, trying to hurt him. He slid the knife across the kitchen floor, out of her reach. He pulled down her boxer shorts and made his way into her vagina with his index finger.
Taylor cried for him to stop, but he ignored her pleas. He used his other hand to pull off his sweat pants and briefs. Taylor lay on the kitchen floor, crying in disbelief at what was happening to her. Brian forcefully inserted his dick into her unwelcoming vagina. She let out a heartrending moan, and her mind wandered into another world as Brian penetrated her deeply. He flipped her weakened body over to her stomach then pushed her head down so her face was on the kitchen floor, then slid the head of his dick into her ass. She screamed and sobbed uncontrollably. “Get the fuck off of me! Agh!”
Brian loved the sound of Taylor’s pain. It excited him all the more as he forced his dick deeply into her ass hole. He covered her mouth with his right hand to keep her quiet. She bit his palm, and he immediately removed it from her mouth, but the displeasure drove him wild.
He pulled Taylor’s long black hair and forced her head backwards toward him as he ejected his unwanted cum into her anal walls. Taylor lay in the middle of the kitchen floor, numb and helpless. Brian relaxed on top of her back as he gently stroked her hair out of her face.
“I love you, Taylor,” he whispered in her ear as he eased his dick out of her butt cheeks. He picked up her fragile body and took her in the bedroom to lay her on the bed. He softly kissed her on the forehead.
“Sleep tight, baby girl.” Brian left the bedroom with Taylor curled into a fetal position and wondering if her dream of living happily ever after with Brian would come true.
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