p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"She rolls over onto her side, away from the stranger that lays in the bed with her, although he is no stranger at all. He is her fiance. Or at least that's what they told the rest of the world. She felt less and less like his fiance and more like his fuck buddy as the days and weeks passed. The sweet nothings were no longer whispered between the two. He wouldn't hold her hand or kiss her for no reason without of the eyesight of others. He wouldn't look her in the eye when she asked him where he was going this late at night. He would get so angry he would hit her sometimes. But, if she said anything, who would believe her? He was loved by everyone; by most his mother, who seemed to cause more trouble than help these days. Her friends loved him and even her mother had begun to love him. What was a girl to do when the only person in her corner was the enemy whom she shared a bed with every night? /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanShe could hear him roll over towards her in what she thought was his sleep before she felt his hand slide across her waist, down towards the sensitive place between her legs. "I am on my period," She said quickly, which stopped his hand from reaching inside her cotton shorts. But, it didn't, however, stop him from reaching up her shirt to pinch her nipples into taunt mounds. Her stomach rolled in protest. "I need to get ready for work," she says quickly, sitting up and sliding down the side of the massive pillowtop king size mattress. She walks out of the bedroom, through the kitchen, down the hallway and takes a left into the guest bathroom. She walks over to the bathtub and turns on the hot water to let it run while she gets undressed. em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"Maybe if I take a shower before work I won't feel so dirty/em, she thinks to herself as she shrugs out of her t-shirt. She slides her shorts and panties down to see the pad soaked full of blood. em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"Another night of rough sex for the win/em, she thinks to herself. A shiver runs down her spine as she remembers last night's events. As steam pours from the faucet in the bathtub, she lets the images from last night dance around in her head…/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanstrong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"His hot breath hits the back of my neck as I feel his hands wrap around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. "Come here, baby. I want to feel you," He whispers in my ear, letting his hands yanking down my shorts and panties. He thrusts three fingers inside of me, plunging them roughly in and out. I can hear myself moaing, but only I know that it isn't from pleasure. I can feel myself growing more and more wet but once again, I am the only one that knows it isn't from pleasure. He yanks down my shorts further, letting them slide down the rest of my leg to rest in a pool on the cold floor. He yanks me by my hair and bends me over the couch. I can hear his clothes rustling as he spits on his fingers and thrusts them once again inside me, pushing them painfully deeper and deeper. His pulls my hands behind me, placing them on his hard member. He urges me to move my hands up and down his hot and warm erection. He moans softly against my neck as his hands move inside me, my hands moving up and down his shaft and his lips pressed agaist the back of my neck./em/strong/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Bedroom. Now," He orders in my ear softly. He yanks my hair once again, urging me towards the bedroom. We walk through the kitchen and the sound of the slap against my bare asscheeks reverates off of the walls. I whimper quietly as he tugs my hair again, urging me into the bedroom faster. I walk through the door of the bedroom to see a candle burning bright on his side of the bed. He has the restraints tied to the four corners of the bed. "Lay down in the middle of the bed," He whispers in my ear before releasing his grasp on my hair. I crawl on my hands and knees to the middle of the bed, my head near the headboard and my feet splayed out at either end of the bed. He walks to the left side of the bed and ties the first bondage around my left ankle and moves to my head to tie the other around my left ankle. He walks around to the other side of the bed to repeat the same process before kneeling on the bed beside me./span/em/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Lean your head up," He orders softly. I raise my head off of the pillow slightly, enough room for him to quickly but efficiently slide the blindfold strap behind my head and secure it over my eyes. It went dark and the rest of my senses quickly heightened. I could feel him sitting beside me, feel the dip in the bed from his weight. I heard him stand as I felt the dip disappear. I hear him pick up something from the bedside table before the bed dips once again, letting me know he was sitting beside me on the bed. I can hear his ragged breathing, as if he has overexerted himself already. Suddenly, I feel something hot sliding over my skin. Something scalding hot. I let out a blood-curdling scream…/span/em/strong/p