He Hates Me (Hate & Love Duet 1)

I’ll ease her into it... slowly.

The mattress dips as I lie behind her, leaning on an elbow and slowly peeling the covers off her. The robe has risen to under her ass, and I can’t help reaching beneath the cloth.

She’s wearing the red lace panties I picked for her. I peel them off slowly, careful not to wake her.

I stifle a groan as my fingers lie flat on her shaved pussy. Did my little Petal watch one of her fantasies tonight? Did she miss how I owned every part of her?

Now that I know what pushes her buttons, I’ll keep heightening the intensity until either she breaks, or I do.

Pulling her long black hair to the side, my lips find the shell of her ear, lightly brushing over the warm skin. A slight moan emits from her and she absentmindedly reaches a hand to her tit, caressing the flesh ever so gently until the nipple hardens against the cloth.

Fuck me.

I wrap a hand around her throat from behind and thrust two fingers inside her in one go.

She gasps, her eyes flying open.

“What—” she starts but my ruthless grip around her windpipe stops her mid-sentence.

Her body jerks into fight mode, her nails scratching against my hands so hard they cut the skin. The sting registers, but it doesn’t stop me. If anything, I revel in the fucking pain as I inflict mine.

“The harder you fight me, the wetter you get, Pet,” I whisper at her ear, thrusting my fingers mercilessly into her hot cunt.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, probably on the verge of an orgasm. Or maybe it’s because she realized it’s me. I don’t allow myself to think that, but it registers anyway.

My dick thickens at the thought that she’s turned on by my force, my presence.

She’s still scratching at my hand, but her hips jerk, following the rhythm of my fingers, wanting more, needing more.

Being attacked and liking it.

What am I, if not a good sport?

I pump my fingers inside her, simultaneously teasing her clit hard and fast. Her mouth falls in a wordless scream as she clenches around me.

My dick strains against her ass, demanding a turn.

Her nails dig into my skin, but her struggles disappear as she rides her orgasm. My little Petal turns into an obedient good girl when she’s coming, especially if it’s an intense long wave like this one.

I pull out of her and place both fingers at her lips, circling their fullness, making them glisten with her arousal.

She opens and sucks them inside.

“Good girl.”

She releases a soft moan as I stroke my fingers against her tongue, coating it and making her taste both of us. Her skin heats and her hair sticks to her nape due to the force of her release.

Her eyes flutter closed, probably thinking she can go back to dreamland.

I release her neck and yank her T-shirt over her head. She lets me before her head falls back on the pillow. It’s like she thinks this is a dream and now she can have her sleep back.

Time to prove her wrong.

The hickeys I left on the flesh of her collarbone and breasts are fading away. I have to fix that.

Her pink-tipped tits have a bluish hue under the moon’s light and her soft curves appear prominent from this view. I run a finger from her side to her hip and down to her thigh, sampling, imagining all the things I can and will do to her body.

“You know, you really shouldn’t have smiled at me that day,” I say.

She hums in her sleep, her ass pushing against me as if thinking she can snuggle there and end it at that.

Think again, my little Petal.

Without warning, I yank both her hands behind her back and tie her wrists up with her nightgown.

Her eyes open again, voice heavy with sleep. “J-Jasper?”

“Who the fuck did you think made you come just now?”

“That... that wasn’t a dream?”

“A dream? You think you can come that hard in a dream?”

“No... yes... I don’t know. Wait... did you just choke me?” she asks with an incredulous tone.

Now that she’s not blanketed by sleep, she’s trying to build her walls again.

Shut me down.

Pull away from me.

“I get to choke you, use you, abuse you and do whatever the fuck I please, my pet.”

“Fuck you, Jasper.”

“I’ll be the one who will fuck you.” I lift her leg up and thrust balls deep insider her. A shudder grips her entire body due to the force of my hips.

Her hands jerk as if to stop me, but they’re bound. She’s tied down, helpless and completely at my mercy.

She groans and twists her neck as if that will help her get rid of me.

“Stop it,” she pants, even as her ass brushes over my balls, demanding more. “Get out of my life.”