“I always thought you were a good person,” I say, turning around. “And I tried to help you. And then you came here and let a cat person out of my bathroom…”
“I’m sorry, did I turn the manager into a fucking cat?” He purrs the question relatively softly, but with bite.
“No, but…”
“Do you want Veronica waking up in your bathroom, naked and vengeful?”
“No, but now nobody can even make sure she’s okay.”
“She’s resourceful.”
“She’s a cat right now. Her brain is the size of a walnut. I wanted to keep her safe and out of the way. I wanted to stop her from having evil plans. I tried to make her be a cat forever.”
“Fortunately for you, that’s practically impossible to do at the current level of development.” He frowns at me. “You should have never done this, and the fact that I let her out is not the problem.”
“It is, though.”
We’ve said all this before. We’re starting to repeat ourselves, which is how you know you’re fucked. We could have this argument forever, I suspect. He’s always going to say I did the bad thing first and I’m going to be mad at him for the bad thing he did second.
“You need to go to bed,” he says, gritting his teeth. “Before I whip your ass so hard you can’t sit for a month.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I sass back. I don’t feel sorry. I just don’t.
He turns me around to face him, and when I look up at him, I see something feral in his gaze.
“It’s a good time being whipped, is it?” He smirks slightly as he asks me the question.
“Well, no, but whatever. I can take it. And you won’t really hurt me anyway. So you’re threatening me with a good time, and we both know it.”
He gives me a very long look. “You have grown bold,” he says. “Much more so than when I first met you. You used to cower when I so much as frowned in your direction. Now you test me by basically daring me to spank you.”
“Yeah? And?” I let myself smirk a little back. The energy is shifting between us. I don’t know if either of us are really properly angry anymore. The underlying frustration might still be there, but none of the bitter bickering energy is.
His anger has melted and what’s left behind is a desire to dominate. I can feel it deep in my core.
“You’re enjoying this,” he accuses me, even as he picks me up against the wall, pressing me back to help hold me in place. I know what’s coming next, and of course I let it happen.
“So are you,” I moan back as he bites my neck, moves my clothes out of the way, and claims my pussy in one long, feral thrust.
The feeling of him just pushing inside me is enough to shift my brain chemistry in an instant. My body flushes with wet desire, flooding his cock with my arousal as he pulls back and then thrusts deeper and harder the second time.
“I’m going to fuck you into submission,” he promises me, his hands grasping my ass cheeks firmly, fingers digging in to keep me supported and still and right where he wants to use me.
“Good luck,” I moan in his ear before biting the lobe with a quick little nip that drives him wild.
He loves my resistance. The feeling of conquest and domination drives him, and there can be none of that if there is not something to overcome in the first place. I am sure he is not actually happy that I disobeyed him in so many ways, but I also don’t think he’d be this hard if I hadn’t.
“What do you say now?” He growls the question. “Do you have to obey me? Do you have to be a good girl for me?”
He slows the fucking for a moment, dragging his cock out of me in a long, slow, torturous fashion.
“Mngggh,” I moan incoherently. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to be lectured. I just want to be fucked.
“Answer me,” he says. “Or I’ll take my cock out of you and you’ll go to bed unfucked.”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.
“I would,” he promises. “I’ll jerk myself off over your ass and you can go to bed wet with my cum drying on your cheeks and no orgasm.”