Our kiss breaking, he kept my eyes locked on his, using my hair as a lever. "For me, though, I'm looking for something more primal. Savage. This is what is so easy for someone outsider to look in and call me a chauvinist, someone who just hates women and wants to exert power over them."
I blinked at him, not quite fully sure what to make of it.
"Exerting power, yes, that's part of the fantasy. But I love women. I love a woman more when they love each and every little cruelty I give to them as if it were a pleasure."
"You think I'm going to like having this done to me?"
"I've been talking with you for a few hours. You're a bit of a tease aren't you?"
I blushed in response. "Maybe a little?"
"I theorize that you've been waiting for a guy like me to come along, reach out, and take what he wants. You want someone to be rough with you. Poor little rich girl never had any real adversity in her life, so you want someone to at least give you the fantasy of it."
"Are you my shrink now?"
He simply laughed. "It doesn't matter, really. Just remember what I told you. It's not fun for me unless you're having fun too."
The smile faded, and he yanked
me around again. The pain was there as he almost dragged me to the room, toward the bed, and then shoved me down onto it, making me bounce as I hit it.
It was by far the nicest bed I've ever been roughly tossed on to. Also the first, but...
I had to say I definitely wasn't expecting this. Daniel climbed on top of me, held me down and kissed me deeply again, roughly.
No matter how weird it was, I reminded myself that it was for my future. No matter how much I liked how he kissed me so hard on my neck that I think it might have left a mark.
Daniel kept going. He reached down to my dress, silky and fancy, and just tore at it. Brute strength, tearing it down the middle like it was tissue paper. "I think I'm going to enjoy ravishing you," he said, taking in the sight of my body, now effectively clad only in my bra and panties.
All I could do was blush more, wondering if my smile was ruining his fantasy.
His hands sprung into action, yanking my bra across my breasts, another move I wondered if it was going to leave a mark tomorrow morning. He roughly handled me, twisting them, teasing them. I winced here and there, but still found myself into it through it all. Not content with proxy stimulation, he used those buff arms to pull at and break my bra. God, was he going to leave me with any functional clothes in the morning?
The way he took my nipples into his hand, tweaking them, twisting them. It stung, yes. The blood still rushed to them, my arousal rising steadily from his movements. Even as I gasped, cried out softly from the pain, I was entranced, wanting to experience anything and everything that was going with what he was doing.
"A little pain can give way to a whole lot of pleasure," he said, as he latched onto my breast with a mighty and powerful kiss. It was a powerful suck, and that suck turned into a bite.
"Ah," I said, wincing a bit. It didn't change much about the situation though. That nipple was hard, and I could feel other parts of me getting more and more ready to experience Daniel's unique brand of rough love. The other breast soon got the same treatment, and it's hardness, the coolness that his saliva left behind as he used my body so roughly it left me aching, yearning for more and more.
With his hands and mouth, nothing he did was gentle, everything being a bit uncomfortable on top of wonderful. He rose up again, and proceeded to slap me across the face.
Following it by holding my cheeks and shoving another deep kiss down my throat. It was strange, it was cruel, and I wanted more of it above all. It seemed so reckless and unloving, but the adrenaline, oh, he was so right about the adrenaline.
As he was kissing me, his long arms reached down to my panties, fondling me through the fabric. It seemed as if he were only doing it to get a reaction out of me, something that would make me agonize, and feel shame that I was enjoying being used like this. As the hard kiss broke, he looked me right in the eyes, "You're such a little slut that all of this is making you sopping wet, isn't it?"
I couldn't help but nod softly, knowing a lie was pointless. I was a dirty slut, and I wondered what he would think when he learned I was somehow paradoxically a virgin and a slut at the same time?
Even as I enjoyed the little ripples of delight going through my body as he used me, he wasn't content with my nervous smile and shameful coos.
He pulled at my panties, only this time I was able to throw up my legs to let them slide down my body before he so unceremoniously destroyed them. He instead flung them across the room, not giving a damn once he had me fully naked in front of him.
So bare, so vulnerable at that moment, I looked away from him. I knew that he was into me, but never before had I been like this in front of man.
The whole roleplay seemed to suddenly stop. "You can't be serious."
"Wait, what?" I raised an eyebrow, pushing myself up. I looked up and down my body. Did he suddenly find me hideous. "What's wrong? Is it me?"
"No, no, Olivia. You're absolutely beautiful."