Desperate to find her

As soon as she walks through it and closes the door behind her, I grab her and slam it against her. I plant myself on her with an angry expression that I know she can't miss. I put my arms over her head and position myself right in front of her, so that my body prevents her from going anywhere. I have her caged in.

"Where the fuck have you been?" I ask her and she shrugs, which infuriates me even more. "Answer my fucking question!"

"Why the fuck do you care? You left me lying on the side of the fucking road. If you really wanted to know where I was, you shouldn't have left me there," he yells at me, his breath hitching and gasping. Then he shifts gears and lunges at me, "Tell me again how big bad Rayan doesn't care about the bitch!"

"You let one of them fuck you? Is that why they brought you here? Are you drunk?" I rage. I don't know how the fuck she can be so stupid going with dealers drunk.

"So what if I did and so what if I was?" she sneers. All I want to do is strangle her. When the fuck did I become such a possessive asshole to her? It feels like I woke up and flipped a switch.

This morning I hated her and now I want to strangle her. The thought of her fucking someone else is about to drive me crazy. She has the fucking nerve to laugh like this shit is funny.

"You think this is fucking funny?" I growl in his face.

"What do you want me to tell you, that I had a foursome with the guys and that girl, is that what you want to know, that I went out to be the whore you keep calling me?" he spat at me.

"For your sake, none of what you just said better be true!". I growl in his face.

"Get out of my way, asshole," he snapped at me, and that was the last straw. I throw my ass over his shoulder and start to climb up to his room. He flails in my arms, trying to escape.

She starts babbling, "Wow, you have a nice ass for such an asshole," she says, and then she chuckles to herself. Yeah, she's definitely drunk or something.

"Shut the fuck up!" I snap at her and slap her ass just for fun. I hear the unmistakable sound of a moan come from her lips and the sound goes straight to my cock. My cock doesn't even care that we're supposed to be mad at her right now. All she cares about is getting into her very tight pussy and nothing else.

I open the door to her room and pull her to her feet. She looks at me and I look at her for a second. She has a confused expression as I turn around and close and lock the door. When I turn back to her, she starts to slowly back away. She keeps moving forward until her knees come to rest on the bed.

She falls backwards and lies on the bed. I pounce on her before she can get up and away from me. I straddle her hips and grab her throat, brushing her neck with my nose and lips. I notice the shiver that runs through her body at my touch and smile against her skin.

"You don't smell like a whore... but with you I can never be sure," I growl.

"What do you want, asshole? I'm tired and I'm not in the mood for one of your fucking mind games," he says, trying to get angry, but his words come out breathless. He lets out a groan as I suck on the skin at the base of his neck, where his pulse is. He can hate me all he wants, but his body doesn't lie. He wants it as much as I do.

I can already tell how turned on she is. I can smell the aroma of her pussy juices in the air. It's an aphrodisiac that I'm slowly becoming addicted to. But as much as I want to taste her pussy right now, she still has to be punished.

"What I want right now is to punish you for doing things you're not supposed to do," I growl at her.

"Like what? In case you haven't figured it out yet.... ", he growls.

"That's where you're wrong and I'm going to show you just how wrong. Stay here," I tell him, get off the bed and head for the door.

I go into my room and grab the leather handcuffs I bought expressly for her when the thought of having her tied up and at my mercy made my cock hard as granite. I go back to her room and lift the cuffs so she can see them. I smile as her eyes widen. I watch her swallow saliva. She looks like a scared kitten, which makes me smile even wider.

"What are you doing?" she asks with a slight tremor in my voice.

"I'm giving you your punishment," I tell her.

She looks ready to run away. Anticipating her move, I pounce on her before she can.

"I don't want to sleep with you," she says, but her statement lacks real conviction. She needs him, but she has to pretend to hate him because of the constant animosity between us. She has to at least pretend she doesn't want him for her own sake.

"Too bad. I'm going to enjoy this and I suggest you do too. On the other hand, you always seem to love my cock inside your very tight hole," I tell her and watch her eyes light up with lust. My slut loves it when I talk dirty to her.

"N-no," she retorts and I laugh.

"You little liar."

I start undressing her and yank down her pants and panties. I'm about to take off her shirt, but she stops me.

"Can we keep my shirt on?" she asks. I guess what difference does it make, as long as I get to her pussy that's all I care about.

"Okay. I don't want to see the rest of your body anyway," I tell her. There's hardly any light coming into her room because she has the blinds down, but I seem to see her face drop at my words. I pay him no attention and continue.