So... this happened.
Sucking in as much air as her lungs could hold, she curled her fist and sent it swinging for his face. He caught it easily, slamming her hand back onto the wall behind her with a taunting smirk on his lips.
"When you throw a punch," he purred into her ear, hand creeping up her back, "you don't curl your fingers until the very last second." He punctuated his statement by fisting his hand in her hair, wrenching her away from the wall, ridding her of any defense she might have had. He slammed her up against the bar, and a tap dug into her back, sloshing beer down the back of her legs. "That's how you keep the power behind it."
She struggled and writhed in a feeble attempt to get out of his grasp, but his smile only grew larger. His grip loosened slightly, seemingly out of pity, and she tore her head away, spinning away from the bar. Before he could react in earnest, she took another swing at him, this time following his advice.
She caught him square in the cheek with a resounding thud. He seemed stunned for a minute, then let out a bellowing laugh, spitting pink phlegm onto the floor. He ran a hand through the dirty spikes on his head before returning the strike to her stomach. She let out a startled grunt, and flung herself at him. She pounded at him, chest and shoulders, and he took it until she was gasping and exhausted, then grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced his lips against hers. She bit his lip , but couldn't tell if the blood she tasted on him was from that or his previous hits.
He stepped towards her, forcing her to step awkwardly back, reaching out a hand to guide her as he refused to let go of her head, hand gnarled in her hair just as roughly as before. She could feel him grin as she snarled into his mouth, then forced her tongue into it. He pulled away then, teasing her. His lips went to her neck, and he pressed hard into her already tender stomach. She let out a near silent whimper, but he heard, and pressed himself in harder. This time she let out a legitimate gasp, followed by what might have been a moan.
"Should have known you'd be a masochist," he chuckled softly. The hand that had previously been digging into the curve of her hip traced up to cup her breast almost tenderly. A sharp pinch alleviated the gentleness. His head ducked down to give the other side a quick nip, before yanking her away from the wall and slamming her down on the bar yet again, this time face down. The air rushed out of her lungs with a huff, and he was upon her before she could catch it again.
His hands were rough and demanding as he shoved down the last of her clothing, leaving her with goose bumps from the chill of the wooden bar. She was still wet from the spilled beer that now pooled on the floor, but it went beyond that. His finger slipped between her legs and he let out what could only be described as a growl. If she had been inclined to protest, he was inside her before she could have. She went lurching forward with the power of his thrust, her hips digging into the edge of the bar. He braced himself with one hand against it, and the other coiled in the hair from her now sore scalp, twisting his wrist and pulling her back towards him so her back bent painfully. He sunk his teeth into the soft flesh at the base of her neck as he claimed her, leaving her gasping and whimpering.
Her knees buckled, and she slid halfway down the bar, held up only by his hand in her locks and the cock she was impaled upon. He lowered her to the ground, letting go of her hair. She lay down on her back, now savoring the cool wood on her sore body and taking huge gulps of air. He stole it away from her again, as if he were trying to suck her soul out from between her lips. He slipped back in to her, much slower, making her moan. He would make her suffer now, keeping her just on the edge of the precipice of bliss before yanking her back until she was screaming. Her nails dug into his back, drawing blood, making him hiss and lose his measured pace for a moment. He got his revenge by pulling out of her, and running a single fingertip over her that made her shiver and mewl.
"Just let go," he purred, "you can't win." She kept her mouth tightly shut, glaring at him as he let out another snarling laugh. "But you're not one to do as your told, are you?" He grabbed her hips and lifted them off the floor, and then plunged into her. He fucked her harder than she could ever remember being fucked, and she came, rippling around him and drawing blood from his shoulders. Her head went numb. He was talking to her as he ravaged her, insulting her, degrading her, cursing her, but she heard none of it. He slammed into her one last savage time before spilling himself in her, feral noises cascading from his lips. He hovered above her, chest heaving, for a moment that almost seemed sweet out of context. He got up, however, leaving her bone-chillingly cold. He pulled his jeans back on before gathering her things and throwing them at her. She stood up slowly, legs still quivering. She pulled the garments back on, picking off some already drying blood from her skin.
"Get out," he said flatly, using his foot and a rag to clean up the spilled beer. She didn't respond, just grabbed her shoes from where they lay and walked towards the door. She stopped to put them on, and heard the basement door slam as he returned to his following. Pulling on her left shoe, something poked her toe. Pulling it off again, she stuck her fingers in the shoe, only to emerge with a business card held between them.
Paper Street Soap Co.
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