A bad boy gets worse [closed for UKstud69]

Alex danced along to the radio as she tidied up the apartment she shared with her boyfriend. Her hips and ass swayed in the tiny denim shorts she was wearing and her tank top stopped at the case of her rib cage to expose a flat and lightly tanned tummy. Her dark blonde hair was piled carelessly on her head, and only a light touch of make-up was required to bring out her flawless complexion. Alex was 25 but looked 18. At just five feet tall she was head and shoulders shorter than her guy.

They had moved in together three months ago after a whirlwind six month relationship. Nathan, who was five years her senior, had spotted her working in a bar he frequented. At first she had assumed he was just a player on the make but he had been so relentless in pursuing her that she had wound up on a date with him. She had dressed to kill in her little black dress and heels but Nathan had taken her to a seedy club playing slow, bass laden dance music. Alex had been shocked to see the nasty looking doormen leap aside for him. They had been ushered into the 'VIP area' which basically consisted of a secluded booth and priority drinks service. Alex had been looking for the ladies toilets when she stumbled out through a fire door. A towering black man had stepped out of the shadows, reaching out to catch her wrist.

"Powder your nose luv?" His other hand flashed open to reveal a small paper wrap, then closed again.

"No thanks." She glared at him through narrowed eyes, waiting for him to let go of her. He didn't.

"Pretty thing like you shouldn't be all alone." His gaze dropped down the front of her dress. Alex staggered backwards and found that the fire escape had no handle on the outside. Fucking terrific.

"I was looking for my boyfriend." She announced with more confidence than she felt.

"You found him." He moved towards her, blocking her escape down an alley to the front of the club. Alex's ass hit a brick wall and she swallowed hard.

The fire door flew open and Nathan strode out. The black guy took one look at him and dropped Alex's wrist as though it had burned him but it was obvious that he had been cornering her. He stepped away but Nathan was already moving in. Despite being shorter and lighter than his enemy, Nathan annihilated him with a series of well placed blows. The guy was barely conscious when Nathan decided he'd had enough. Alex thought he was a hero until he growled an obscenity.

"Dealing on my fucking turf!"

"I'm fine by the way." Alex folded her arms, her expression mutinous.

"Of course you are. You're with me." He held out an arm to her. Alex was reticent.

"You're a drug dealer?"

"I'm a lot of things sweetheart... an urban entrepreneur."

Alex was disgusted with herself but there was something... compelling about him. Nathan was no limp-wristed metrosexual. He was six feet of hard muscle, lethal in a fight and totally unashamed of the underworld he operated in. Alex was as yet far too naive to comprehend one tenth of what that level of organised crime encompassed but she couldn't help being a little impressed. In addition, he was gorgeous and charming. His razor sharp wit and handsome face were two of the main reasons she had agreed to this date.

He refused to be drawn much on the nature of his business and within half an hour had moved the conversation on in a manner that brooked no argument. Alex remained ambivalent about him until right at the end of the night, when he took her home in a taxi and then kissed her goodnight.

He kissed her. He didn't laugh nervously, ask if she'd had a good time or if he'd see her again. He didn't move towards her hesitantly or let the conversation trail off in the hope that she would make the first move. He took her in his arms, tipped her head back and kissed her with a passion that took her breath away. Alex's whole body liquefied in his arms as he explored her mouth and took possession of it. Her eyes glazed and a low moan fell from her mouth into his as her body arched of its own volition. His big, powerful hands moved over her possessively, making her feel like she was made of spun glass. His scent was innately masculine, augmented no doubt by the workout her assailant had given him.

"Lexi." His deep voice rumbled in her ear, his desire dripping from every syllable.

She was always 'Lexi' to him after that... except when he was angry with her.

If he had bent her over the hood of the cab and fucked her right then and there she would have voiced no protest. From that moment she was utterly and irretrievably lost.

Of course he left her there and went home. Then he took three days to call her up and announce he was seeing her that evening. She could no more have refused him than stopped the Earth from spinning. As the months progressed she neglected her friends and when she moved into his apartment, her contact with her parents dwindled. Alex didn't care, she thought she had everything she needed. He had even commented that they didn't need the money from her bar job but Alex was reluctant to cede that last bit of independence.

She took a final look around the apartment and then headed into the kitchen to start cooking. She had a long bar shift ahead of her that evening and Nathan would be home expecting something to eat. She liked doing little domestic things like this for him. He couldn't cook at all but he was fond of eating out, so Alex figured it evened out. She turned the radio up a notch and started prepping vegetables.

Lexi snapped the radio off as soon as he bellowed at her. It wasn't much of a greeting and by the time he had wandered into the kitchen she was looking sulky. He sniffed at the pasta salad she had prepared and slapped her ass, something that usually made her smile. Today it conveyed the tension within him, his huge hand swatting hard enough to make her wince.

"What are we doing tonight?"

Oh fuck not this again.

Lexi closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. She really didn't want to have this argument again, certainly not when she had a long shift ahead of her. To make matters worse, Nathan was clearly already in a bad mood. She dished him out a generous plate of salad and put in on their kitchen table by way of a distraction.

"I'm working tonight."

His hard gaze swept over her tiny shorts and tank top and she knew what he was thinking.

"I'm going to shower and change." She lied.

It was a matter of principle to her. Lexi knew how affluent Nathan was but she also knew it wasn't legit money. She tried not to think about what it was he did all day and many nights to acquire that kind of money. To receive dirty cash from him and spend it herself though, that would feel very different. This was still very much his apartment. His only concession to her arrival had been to buy another wardrobe. Lexi didn't feel like she had the right to challenge him about how he lived, not when they had already been dating so long and she'd just kept pushing it from her mind. Dating a criminal was very different to living with one however. Some nights he'd turn up with bruises he wouldn't explain or bags and packages that he wouldn't open. She had once been yelled at for a full half hour for looking through his desk for some notepaper. She knew there was a secret place in his study but she didn't know where it was or what it contained.

When he was in an affectionate mood, Nathan would tell her that his reticence was for her own protection. That only by keeping everything from her could he ensure that she was never implicated in anything he did. He would tell her how much he loved her and wanted her to be happy, how he wanted to provide for her and treat her like a princess. So Lexi learned to bite her tongue and to assume his occasional all-night absences were business related. There were times though, when she just wanted to be able to shake the truth out of him.

But fuck it. She wasn't his wife and he didn't get to tell her where to work or what to wear when she did so.

Lexi served herself some salad and sat down opposite Nathan, deliberately acting as though he wasn't scowling.

"So how was your day?"

She knew that was a question guaranteed to irritate the shit out of him but he was going to get angry with her anyway so Lexi figured, what the hell?

Lexia rolled her eyes as he shoved his plate away. She had known he wouldn't be impressed with pasta salad but who wanted to eat half a dead cow on a night as hot as this one? Nathan would eat nothing but red meat given the choice but her system couldn't take it. The only way she could get him to eat vegetables at all was to mix them in with other stuff. It was like catering for a little boy.

When he lit up, she knew he was cruising for a row. She hated his smoking habit and usually he would confine it to the balcony. It meant his furniture didn't stink of cigarettes either, not that he'd bother noticing. Lexi forced a few more mouthfuls of the salad down her. She knew she'd be hungry later if she didn't eat but the smoke was turning her stomach.

"Well, if you are working tonight, you'd better make sure I've got a clean shirt to wear tonight. I figure I'll hit a club if you insist on carrying on your stupid independence routine,"

Lexi picked up the bowls of salad and tossed them in the sink with more force than she intended to. "There are shirts in your wardrobe and if you search all over the fucking apartment maybe you'll stumble upon where the ironing board lives." Nathan always acted like she did fuck all. Fact was that he had done zero housework since she moved in and just because she didn't work 9-5 did not mean that she wasn't doing full-time hours. "And I am not having another argument about my job right before a busy shift."

She stalked through to the bathroom, knowing it would piss him off not to get the last word in, something that was pathological with Nathan when he was riled. Alex bolted the door and stripped down for a quick shower. She didn't really need one but Nathan would go nuts if she went to work like this.

She heard the chair hit the floor in the kitchen and knew he was losing his temper. It hadn't occurred to her that he would try to follow her into the bathroom and Nathan swiftly discovered that the door was locked. She just didn't need him walking in for a piss when she was halfway through her ablutions. Lexi had really hoped to get five minutes of peace and quiet while washing herself down.

Nathan told her to open the door but gave no time for her to step out of the shower and unlatch the bolt. He pounded on the flimsy wood and Lexi wondered what on Earth the neighbours must think. Only someone very stupid or suicidal would call the cops on a man like Nathan however.

Suddenly the door burst open and he filled the room, his shoulders squared and his fists half upraised. Lexi had always seen his muscular frame as protective but now she realised just what a terrifying man he was. She froze wide-eyed within the shower cubicle, staring up at him.

"DO NOT leave the fucking room, when I'm talking to you,"

Lexi staggered back away from the rage emanating from her boyfriend. Her ass hit the cubicle wall as she retreated into the corner. Nathan wasn't nearly done talking however. His saturated black shirt clung to his ripped abs as his chest rose and fell. His voice dropped lower and became sardonic, the malevolent gleam in his eyes getting brighter. Lexi didn't even recognise him any more.

"Why are you in the shower anyway, trying to make yourself smell nice for all the scumbags at the bar, gonna tart yourself up and find yourself a new loverboy? Is that why you still wanna work there? You want the tips, the attention, the lust filled looks??? Because I can do more than look, Lexi."

Alex was stunned. She couldn't believe what Nathan was saying. When had she ever given him the slightest reason to doubt her fidelity? She was a pretty girl. She drew glances wherever she went, whatever she wore. Was she supposed to wear a burka and niq-ab to keep her boyfriend happy? Why the hell shouldn't she wear what she damn well pleased if Nathan was the only one who got to touch her? Lexi's eyes brimmed with tears but in the steamy shower room nobody would ever know. How could he talk to her like this, this man who professed to love her?

She wanted to push past Nathan but was blocking her way out of the shower cubicle. Trapped and enraged at the unfairness of his words, Lexi lashed out verbally.

"I'm having a shower because I'm a normal person who doesn't want to walk around with body odour! I'm going to put on jeans and a t-shirt and I'm going to do my shift! I have never flirted with anyone in that bar... except for you and it took you long enough to get me out on a date!"

He opened his mouth to retaliate but she wasn't done. Her voice reached screaming pitch as she made sure she got her say. "How dare you speak to me like that! You're the one who comes and goes at all hours of the day and night! If anyone should be throwing accusations around it's me but I don't because I fucking trust you! You want me to quit my job so I can sit on my ass all day waiting for you to show up? Well you can think again Nathan!"

She shut the water off and stepped towards him, acting braver than she felt. This was the man she loved. He might be a chauvinist asshole at times but he'd never hurt her... even if he was pretty scary looking.

"Now let me out of here so I can dry off."

She had glared at him when he hadn't immediately moved aside, irritated that he was going to continue this argument deliberately because he knew she had to get organised quickly or wind up late. Even when his hand raised Lexi didn't register what he was about to do until it was too late. She didn't cower or block him. Nathan struck the side of her face with an open-handed slap, his huge hand snapping her head sideways. She slipped on the wet cubicle floor and skidded around, crumpling into the frosted glass wall.

It was very very fortunate for her that by the time she had straightened up and found her voice Nathan had left the room. Rage and indignation coursed through her as her cheekbone and eye socket exploded with pain. Lexi's face twisted into snarl and she opened her mouth to yell back at him... but no sound came out.

Belated shock hit her in an icy cold wave. He hit her. Nathan... her Nathan. It chilled Lexi to her core to witness first hand that he was capable of raising his hand to a woman... and not just any woman, the one he professed to love.

But he wasn't just her Nathan, he was also a career criminal who operated in an underworld that demanded ruthlessness and violence. Having turned a blind eye to how he earned his cash, the full realisation of what manner of man he must be began to dawn on Lexi. She had always seen his physical strength as protective but now as he strode through the apartment getting ready to head out, his tall, muscular frame was intimidating.

If I continue to argue, what will he do?

If I shut my mouth when he slaps me, I'm making a rod for my own back.

Lexi tottered from the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She examined herself in the mirror, worried that he might have marked her. Her eye was a little puffy but it seemed to be nothing that would notice. She made herself meet the gaze of her own reflection.

Did I really just become a victim of domestic abuse?

Am I going to let myself become a victim?

No!

How do I handle this? What do I do now?

It never even occurred to Lexi to leave him.

She dried herself off and felt the stubble on her pussy chafe against the towel. Nathan's expression of thinly veiled disgust flashed into her mind and her gut twisted with the pain of it. Lexi stepped back towards the shower, then stopped halfway, completely ambivalent.

I might as well shave, it'll give me a few more minutes to clear my head.

Am I really about to do exactly what that asshole told me to when he just slapped me around the face?

I don't want another argument when he comes home and finds out I haven't bothered. I don't have the energy to make this an issue.

She got back under the water and took a razor to her armpits, legs and pussy. When she had dried off a second time, Lexi was worrying about what to say to Nathan when the front door slammed shut. He had gone.

She went into the kitchen and salvaged the uneaten pasta salad, tossing it into a container so she could eat at work. Lexi began washing the dishes and quietly loathed herself for leaving the fucking bastard's apartment clean and tidy. Again she told herself she just didn't want another fight with him over something stupid. Lexi really had no notion of how often she was telling herself things like that.

She got through her shift, though she was a little withdrawn and didn't make the tips she usually got. Her manager asked her if she was ok but she just lied and said she had a headache. Her stomach in knots, Lexi dumped the pasta salad in the trash uneaten.

What she had was heartache. She was supposed to be the one person on Earth Nathan would never hurt.

She dragged herself home in the small hours to find that Nathan was still out. This wasn't exactly unprecedented. Lexi stripped off her clothes but found that she didn't want to be naked. If she had given it more thought she might have realised she was feeling vulnerable and exposed. She pulled on an old T shirt of Nathan's, one that fell halfway to her knees and covered her slender arms to the elbow. She pulled on a fresh pair of panties. Nathan preferred her in thongs but she didn't feel like wearing one.

She stared at the bed. Lexi was bone tired but to get in that bed and sleep would give Nathan the impression that everything was ok. It wasn't. Maybe he would come home and apologise? No, he was probably drinking and Nathan never apologised for anything when drunk.

She sat on the sofa in front of the TV with a blanket. She hugged her knees and cried for a while, unable to comprehend what had happened to the man she fell in love with. Having the light and noise to keep her company made her feel less edgy. Lexi eventually fell asleep, curled into a foetal ball with the blanket tucked tight around her, as the light from the TV played across her face, the reassuring sound of canned laughter easing some of the tension from her tightly curled frame.

She woke with a start as he shook her shoulder, her whole upper body shuddering in his strong grip. Lexi cracked her eyes open, unimpressed with the bright light. Nathan's booze laden breath fogged down on her in a stale cloud and she wrinkled her nose.

"Is this how you dress to try and entice your man?"

Lexi shrugged his hand away, twisting to impede his other hand, which was exploring her panties. Some fucking apology this was. Had he forgotten what he had done or was he genuinely stupid enough to think he could pretend it hadn't happened?

"Why are you wearing my old t-shirt? You don't wanna look like a flat chested boy do you?"

Lexi folded her arms across her chest defensively. Nathan had never hidden the fact that he would prefer her to have a little more in her bra. The couple of times he had attempted to fuck her tits while she pressed them around his cock had been resounding failures. He did like how sensitive they were, though he could be heavy handed.

"Come on Lex, come up to bed,"

Speaking of which...

"You must be fucking joking. Go spank yourself Nathan, you're good at that." She hissed.

If that and the fact her eyes were red rimmed from crying didn't jog his memory then that was too damn bad. She wasn't about to get intimate with him after what he had done. She pulled the blanket back around herself protectively, her eyes daring him to assault her again.

If he touched her again, she was leaving. Lexi swore it to herself.

"I was just angry....and I lashed out. I shouldn't have, i'm really sorry Lexi baby."

She was still uncertain, even as her heart began to melt at the way he looked into her eyes. She reminded herself that her boyfriend was a man under extreme pressure. In his line of work, his ass was literally on the line. There were bound to be times when the boundaries got blurred in his head and some of his latent aggression spilled over into his relationship with her. She had known what he was like when she started dating him and even so, she had deliberately pissed him off with her question about his day and by walking away from him. It really was partly her own fault he had lost his temper, she reasoned. He made it clear what he wanted from her so that these things wouldn't happen and yet she had still acted out. Lexi got the urge to apologise to Nathan but he spoke first, brushing her hair back gently and lowering his lips to her skin. Her muscles lost their tension and a dull ache started between her legs.

"Can I kiss it better?"

Her eyes filled as he kissed her tenderly, her big badass gangster boyfriend being as gentle as a newborn lamb. Of course he loved her, how could she ever have doubted it? She tensed slightly as his grip on her became more possessive but it turned out he was just drunkenly trying to persuade her to get up.

"Come on, let me take my Lexi up to bed and make it better," he said taking her hand in his. "We don't have to do anything, we can just sleep,"

She let him lead her to the bedroom, already feeling bereft of his warm solidity beside her. He stripped down but left his shorts on, another indication that he wasn't going to push his luck with her. Lexi admired his hard body, watching the corded muscles slide beneath his skin as he moved. When he lay down on his back she snuggled up with him beneath the covers, resting her head on his shoulder and curling herself into his side. She hadn't removed the t shirt or panties but that didn't matter because they were just going to fall asleep like this, in one another's arms. Nathan's powerful physique was protective and reassuring to her once more.

She lay there inhaling the musky scent of him. Nathan wasn't a man to drench himself in cologne or apologise for the pheromones that exuded from his pores. Lexi's pussy moistened and ached with emptiness, dampening her panties as she lay there, suffused by him. Her nipples hardened against the side of his ribcage beneath her top and she sighed as her back arched slightly and she hugged his chest tight.

"I love you Nathan."

Lexi looked up but Nathan had his eyes closed. He appeared to be drifting off into a drunken slumber... well, most of him was. His shorts swelled and distended. Lexi decided that she really wanted him inside her, to connect with him again after everything that had happened that day. She kicked her panties off and straddled him, carefully lifting the waistband of his shorts and moving it down to expose his cock. Lexi jerked it gently a couple of times and when it was fully hard she sheathed it, pressing her hips down and forcing it into her semi prepared hole. Her body flexed on it, traumatised by the lack of foreplay and sudden entry.

Lexi pulled off her t shirt and lay her upper body along his chest, resting her chin on her hand to look into his eyes while her body adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

Nathan attempted to focus.

Lexi flexed her pelvic floor to get his attention, her pussy squeezing him hard before relaxing somewhat.

"Hey asshole." She teased. "I said I love you."

It had felt good to sit on top of her boyfriend and feel like she had control for a change but with Nathan, that didn't last too long. He quickly started bucking up into her like pneumatic drill, taking the lead like he always did and this time he was leaving her behind.

"You want a proper fucking don't ya Lexi,"

He sat up and moved her into his lap, her legs going around his waist. Again Lexi hoped for something more gentle and intimate, moving in for a kiss but Nathan slammed her hips down. She cried out as he held her in place and rolled his hips relentlessly. He took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. Nathan grabbed her small breast and squeezed it, his hard, possessive grip threatening to bruise her slender ribcage. She didn't like the way his nails scraped across her chest, as though trying to grip more flesh than she had there. He knew she wasn't exactly busty, had even offered to buy her a fake pair. Lexi had bought a couple padded bras some time back but Nathan had just laughed at her, telling her a real man knew when he was looking at tits or kleenex.

His lips closed on her neck, sucking and biting as he thrust and grunted with a feral determination. Lexi began to worry she would wind up with a hickey. Nathan was so immature sometimes.

"Hey, slow down."

If he heard her quiet entreaty, Nathan gave no sign. Lexi squirmed until she escaped his grip and lifted her aching pussy off of his cock. She pushed him gently but insistently onto his back and moved down to suck him, giving herself some respite. She sucked him as deep as she comfortable could and did it slowly, trying to convey she wasn't looking for a pounding here. Nathan finally got the message when she straddled him once more and sank slowly down onto him, grinding her hips gently as she sat there and circling her clit. Finally her pussy began to moisten properly, her juices stinging as they descended down her ravaged walls. She leaned over and kissed Nathan, twining her tongue with his and trying to ignore the frustration he betrayed in the hard way he gripped her.

"Come on Lexi, you can do better than that,"

Lexi flushed, breaking the kiss and refusing to meet his eyes. Her rational mind knew he was just trying to encourage her to pick up the pace but a small part of her that she wasn't proud of just heard him saying she wasn't good enough for him. Nathan had the cash, the looks and the alpha personality to bed any woman that caught his eye; he pointed this out more than once in the past when telling Lexi that he was with her because he wanted to be and she shouldn't believe any rumours she heard about him. Nathan's business was built on his reputation and every gangster was pegged as a womaniser whether they fucked around or not. He wouldn't do things normal boyfriends did like go shopping with her, because if anyone spotted him carrying bags around a mall for his girlfriend they'd think he'd 'gone soft.' Lexi sometimes wondered why he was even with her, what he got out of monogamy. The sardonic little voice in her head replied that he got his house kept and his meals cooked. The main reason Lexi hung on to her job was so that she wouldn't become that woman; someone who had no function in life than to slave for her man.

Nathan had a predator's sixth sense for the moments when Lexi ceded ground. He felt the tension ebb from her thighs as she stopped trying to prevent him going deeper and harder. Her small hands stopped pressing on his chest where she had been resting her weight so she could keep her pussy off of the last couple inches of his shaft. Lexi yielded to him and immediately Nathan's grip tightened on her, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he started slamming his whole length into her with all the force and speed his drunken body could muster.

"Fuck, yeah, fuck Lexi, ride me bitch,"

Her mind flinched away from the word 'bitch' and what it said about the way Nathan viewed her. Suddenly she felt stupid and gullible again, the dumb blonde he 'teasingly' said she was. Nathan had smacked her around the face and like an idiot she had forgiven him after a few sweet words and gentle kisses. No wonder he felt able to call her names now. What other girl would get straight back into bed with a man who had raised his hand to her? Lexi's anger turned inwards and the pain of his hard, deep thrusts soothed her masochistic need to bring the whole episode full circle and hate herself for accepting his violence instead of Nathan for perpetrating it. The pain became cathartic, something that Lexi's conflicted psyche perceived as arousal. The wrongly wired synapses fused inside her skull as she submitted to Nathan's brutal pace. The foundation was now laid for Lexi to excuse Nathan's treatment of her because she believed she deserved no better.

Nathan, having met with no resistance and mistaking Lexi's wetness for enjoyment of the rough sex she was getting now instead of the result of the gentle lovemaking of moments ago, mistook Lexi's compliance for arousal.

"You want my spunk inside you don't ya!!"

Lexi bit her lip. She wanted him to be done nailing her, which in her mind equated to the same thing. She had never been able to talk dirty for him, something else Nathan bitched about on occasion. She always felt ridiculous when she tried. She opened her mouth to reluctantly tell him 'yes' but the memory of him growling the word 'bitch' at her was too raw.

She knew Nathan would take her silence for agreement anyway, hearing what he wanted to hear. She knew she wasn't going to cum herself now so it hardly mattered what he did. Lexi looked down at him, at the way he was lost in his own pleasure without a thought for her own. For just that moment, Lexi considered leaving him but it was fleeting.

Nathan was not the kind of man a woman simply left. He traded on his reputation and any suggestion that he had let a 'bitch' walk out on him would have to be redressed. If Lexi left him, it meant fleeing in the dead of night and never coming back. There wasn't a restraining order powerful enough to keep him from her and Nathan had too much muscle at his beck and call. She would never be free of him, never stop looking over her shoulder.

In her twisted mind it became romantic, knowing that he would never let her go. She was with Nathan for better or worse. There was no turning back now. Nobody left his 'family' unless it was in a bodybag.

Lexi closed her eyes and blinked away a few pained tears and Nathan ramped up the pace and slammed his way to his climax, swearing and gripping her as he blew his load. She looked down at the savage pleasure etched across his features as he came. He really was a stunningly handsome man, even in the throes of climax. She gasped as his cock pulsed and spurted inside her, coating her sore pussy. Lexi was still getting her breath back when he nudged her off of him, tilting his hips sideways till she all but fell onto the bed beside him.

She admired his ripped torso as his short hard breaths rapidly deepened and slowed.

"Night," was all he said to her before he sprawled out across the bed and passed out.

Lexi curled into a foetal ball, as much from the lack of space in the bed as her own ambivalence towards her boyfriend. She had wanted to reconnect with him and get intimate but he had just fucked her and gone to sleep. He hadn't even noticed that she hadn't cum. Lexi's battered pussy was raw with pain but nevertheless pulsing and wet. She reached down gingerly and touched herself, emboldened by the deep drunken sleep Nathan passed into. Normally he was a light sleeper and any fidgeting pissed him off but tonight she could masturbate and he wouldn't notice.

Lexi imagined Nathan making love to her gently, going down on her (which he used to do all the time when they got together but which had seriously petered out in the months since she moved in) and then grinding into her slowly, torturing her G spot. Lexi rolled her sore nipples gently and then pushed two small fingers carefully into her ravaged hole. Her other hand strummed her clit till she bucked and came, moaning quietly as her fantasy of Nathan held her tight and kissed her deeply while he slowly fucked through her orgasm.

Once the climax had passed she tried snuggling up beside Nathan but he just fidgeted and evaded her in his sleep till she gave up and curled up in the only vacant corner of their king size mattress. Thankfully, her own orgasm settled her so that she too could fall asleep.

Lexi cracked an eye open as the smack to her ass resounded through her body and forced her awake. She watched as Nathan strode past her with his morning wood, desperately hoping he wasn't going to try getting her to have sex again. She was still sore from the pounding he had given her last night and moved gingerly to the bathroom, discovering new aches as she stretched her slim body. Her hip ached quite badly and she found a new bruise there, swelling the flesh. Lexi exhaled in exasperation and swiftly checked herself all over for any marks that would notice.

She knew that getting into the shower with Nathan was asking for trouble but he'd stand there and use all the hot water if she didn't join him. Either that or he'd call her a lazy bitch for staying in bed, even though she was out working till late last night.

She got under the water and washed her long hair, ignoring the way he touched her possessively, trying to convey that she wasn't interested in sex right now. Lexi didn't miss the way his eyes fell straight past her small breasts to settle on her tiny ass. Sometimes she felt that he didn't even see the parts of her that weren't erogenous zones.

Lexi glared up at him, suddenly angry about the smug expression he was wearing, the look of a man who had had great sex the night before. Rage welled up within her, stirred further by the memory of him smacking her face the night before and then sweetalking her before calling her a bitch, dumping his load in her and then immediately falling asleep. And here he was once again with a semi, expecting her to leap into the shower for the chance to suck his cock. Fucking arrogant asshole!

"I don't know what you're looking so pleased about." She hissed at him over the cascading water. "After you were done pounding me last night and passed out in a drunken stupor I saw to my own pleasure and it wasn't the first time. Look what you did to me!" She showed him the bruise. "You can't keep treating me like that!" She knew he was hung-over and unlikely to be sympathetic but she had kept quiet too long and now it was all spilling out. Being in this shower again was bringing it all back to her, the way he had made her feel before he just walked out the door without a backward glance.

Nathan moved to put his gel back on the shelf and Lexi flinched as his hand rose. Immediately she was angry with herself for flinching like that but a second later she was livid with Nathan for reducing her to this. Anger twisted Nathan's features but it was marred somewhat by the deep and unmistakeable frown of a man with a hang-over trying to crank his brain into gear. Lexi held his gaze boldly, silently daring him to hit her again.

"And don't think I don't know you only apologised because you wanted sex! How about I start calling you a 'bitch' in the bedroom? What has happened to you Nathan? Before I moved in with you things were never like this!"

Lexi had moved so that her back was to the cubicle door, making sure he wasn't blocking her exit. Nathan owed her an explanation and an apology that wasn't thinly veiled foreplay.

"I was going to make it up to you, by taking you out to dinner tonight actually, somewhere nice and expensive, where you can get all dressed up....but after your latest outburst, maybe I shouldn't bother. In fact I think you owe me an apology now, for making me out to be such a bastard. Suck me off before I go to work baby, you don't want your man all tense and unrelieved do ya?! You don't want one of those sexy girls trying to hit on me, whilst I've got a raging hard on do ya?!"

She tried resisting when he pushed her down but Nathan was determined, his big hands covering her shoulders and forcing her back to slide down the cubicle wall. Lexi didn't feel that she owed him any kind of apology but at the same time, her outburst was out of her system and she was wary of angering him. Her fragile mind clutched at the gentleness in his tone. Lexi gazed up at his face, at the softness of his expression and his wide, cajoling eyes and managed to convince herself that this was a guy who knew he had crossed a line, that he was trying to placate her.

Nathan had put before her a very simple choice; suck his cock, restore his favour and get rewarded with a dinner date or continue to fight with him and see how long it took before he smacked her around the shower cubicle. The last comment about the sexy girls she knew he was going to encounter really stung. A scathing little voice in Lexi's head told her that she knew she was ugly and sexless with no tits to speak of and that next time her rich boyfriend offered her surgery she should jump at the chance.

Lexi knelt there, completely ambivalent. Nathan pressed his advantage literally, gripping her head and guiding his swelling cock into her mouth. He pushed his hips forwards with a sigh and his big shaft pushed into Lexi's tiny mouth until it nudged her throat. Now that she had his dick in her mouth it would be an act of suicide to try and stop things now. He had her pinned to the cubicle wall. She couldn't move her head backwards off his cock, Lexi could only kneel there and wait for him to pull back. Normally Lexi avoided blowing Nathan in any position where he could easily get carried away and start thrusting into her mouth but now she was entirely at his mercy. He puled back a little and then eased deeper still, occluding her tiny throat and making her gag. Lexi didn't think he'd ever fit that thing in her throat but he was blocking the entrance. When she coughed and spluttered however, he only pulled back enough to let her breath. Lexi's gaze moved up his body to his eyes, her own pleading with him to move back and let her regain control over the blowjob.

He eased back and Lexi pushed hard against his thighs but it was pointless. Her wide blue-grey eyes watched helplessly as Nathan's fingers splayed and braced against the cubicle wall, as his face hardened and his abdominal muscles curled and bunched. She trembled with panic and his hips surged forwards, slamming his shaft down her throat. She retched and struggled, trying to turn her head sideways and get some respite but Nathan wasn't about to be thwarted. He gripped the sides of her head and held her in place.

Nathan was a powerfully built young man and when he let rip, pounding in and out of her throat, it was a terrifying thing to witness. Lexi felt like her neck would snap and her lungs screamed for air. When he pulled back however Lexi simply inhaled saliva and precum, diluted by the shower water running down Nathan's chiselled body. She coughed and tried again but only half filled her lungs before he pounded back into her.

Lexi had never felt so utterly helpless. She couldn't move, scream, breathe or struggle against Nathan in any way that he would even notice. Her throat burned with raw pain, her neck was throbbing in agony and her stricken lungs felt like they would burst within her rib cage. Nathan slammed deep into her and held himself there, pulsing within her throat. Lexi desperately hoped he was about to cum but she wasn't nearly as fortunate as that. Her nails raked down his thighs in a last ditch attempt to get his attention as light headedness threatened to overwhelm her until she passed out.

Would he even notice when she passed out, as seemed inevitable now?

Her eyes were rolling up as Nathan pulled back and gave her a moment's respite, grunting savagely about how good he felt. He didn't give a shit about the fact he was raping her throat.

The word tumbled through Lexi's mind as she coughed up goop and hauled air into her lungs.

Was this rape?

No, she had let him push her to her knees. She had knelt compliantly while he pushed slowly into her mouth.

That she hadn't consented to having her throat fucked and that Nathan knew damn well she was suffering and wanted him to stop didn't register with Lexi. She knew damn well what would happen if she tried to make him stop now. Better just to get this over with and let him cum.

The notion of 'letting him cum' was one that her frail psyche clung to. It gave her the sense that she retained some degree of control here, that she could call a halt to this in a way that would make Nathan listen.

He slammed back into her mouth and throat, picking up the pace even more now, clearly about to blow. Lexi stayed as still as she could and strove to over-ride her body's instinctive urge to fight him off and then run. Anything now to make him cum as fast as possible.

He growled and pulled out completely, letting Lexi breathe and cough once more. She was confused for a split second, knowing he hadn't cum. The mystery was solved as thick ropes erupted from his cock and coated her face. Lexi closed her eyes as he swore and jerked himself, aiming every drop of his load at her.

Blindness and Nathan's feral lust paralysed Lexi, she stayed exactly where she was, terrified by the knowledge that she had no idea what Nathan was doing.

"Good girl Lexi,"

Any other girl would have been indignant at his patronising praise but Lexi was just relieved that he was happy. His throwaway comment soothed something deep within her psyche that burned with rage at the way she was being treated but that side of her wasn't in charge here. She heard Nathan leave the cubicle and sagged visibly with relief where she knelt. Only when he had towelled off and stomped from the room did she inch forwards on her knees until the cascading water struck her face and cleansed it.

"I won't be home for the rest of the day, I'll txt you the name of the restaurant and what time to meet. Wear something sexy,"

Lexi spent the morning gingerly sipping iced water while she dried and straightened her hair. Her throat was utterly ruined, deepening her voice into a hoarse croak.

She found that she was in no mood to do housework for Nathan, instead she went shopping and bought a new dress that was on sale and a gel filled plunge bra. Nathan always thought it funny that she kept to a meagre budget because he'd been with gold-diggers before and had told Lexi some of the things women had persuaded him to lavish on them. He was older and wiser now but even so, he found Lexi's lack of materialism rather naive. It wasn't the kind of dress Nathan would consider sexy as such, but his wearing a suit and the promise of a dinner date suggested that they would be seeing Nathan's father. Lexi didn't like the way the man looked at her sometimes and anyway, it wasn't appropriate to wear anything slutty around her prospective father-in-law.

She took care with her make-up and ensured she looked perfect before she made her way to the restaurant Nathan texted her. His family operated a number of Italian eateries where they could be sure there were no prying eyes or flapping ears. She knew it mattered to Nathan's pride that she looked good on his arm and of course she always did but Lexi herself didn't believe that. She didn't notice the looks she got as she climbed out of her cab and crossed the street to the restaurant. Lexi didn't know that sexiness was 70% attitude and only 30% window dressing. She would never act like the whores and strippers Nathan sometimes had to work around and so he would never perceive her as sexy, because he only thought of the word in pornstar terms.

She opened the door and there he was, still immaculate in his suit. He really was incredibly good looking and Lexi also had to admit that his father had aged well. The two men were deep in conversation and so she approached them slowly, shyly, to give them time to change the subject before she got within earshot. Lexi had learned to do these little things instinctively around Nathan but if he appreciated it he kept that to himself.