I love the way you lie (open to one male)

Before I start this I want to caution anyone who wishes to join or read this that there are going to be acts of violence in this and I want it to remain that way. The basis of the story would be that you would play my boyfriend.. who is jealous and possessive.. makes me cover up my body if we are out, accuses me of flirting, has anger issues and often takes it out on me even if it is not my fault.. but someone who honestly cares and does love me.

I can play first or third person.

Name: Hannah
Nickname: Annie
Height: 5”2
Looks: Long dark brown hair and eyes, slim and petite with creamy skin, 32B
Age: Eighteen

She had been with him ever since she was sixteen and while their relationship was far from perfect, it worked and neither of them were willing to leave. Her boyfriend was quite a few years older and anyone who saw them in the street would think they were an odd match, she was tiny, petite and delicate, he was big, strong and tough. Throughout their relationship he had been very aggressive, throwing her around like a ragdoll, and if he was mad then she knew that he had no problems with hurting her. But he never apologized for his actions, sure he would be sweet and caring and tend to her.. but if anything he blamed her.

Hannah loved him though so she would never leave.

Ic:

She stands at the stove, humming along with one of the songs on the radio, she was happy, they had had another blazing row last night, but thankfully he had not hit her.. not this time. She was hoping that this meal would make it all better, so while he was at work she had spent the entire day cooking.. homemade bread rolls and his favourite pie along with steak and potatoes… She just hoped that he would be in a good mood tonight..

Hannah hears the front door open and immediately she perks up as she realises that it is him, she rushes around getting everything ready and perfect.. Placing his food and her food on the table, she rushes out into the hallway to greet him.

“Hi” she whispers out as she shifts nervously from foot to foot.

Bump-

Name: Sebastion
Height: 5”6
Looks: Short, but strong and stocky. Short black hair. He is a bouncer at a dive bar.
Age: Thirty

Sebastion sees Hannah rushing out of the hallway to meet him. He inspects her clothing... short skirt and a tight t-shirt that perfectly reveals her breasts and the shape of her nipples.

"Dammit Hannah! Why the fuck do you come out of our apartment looking like a fucking slut!... Are you hoping to run into that little preppie sissy bastard, Mark."

He pushed her to the wall and got in her face. "I fucking told you a hundred times,... dress like a respectable lady, not like a cheap fucking hooker! Don't you have anything else to wear that is a decent?"

Sebastion placed his hands on her shoulder and pressed hard... He was angry.

Sebastion knew that women cannot be trusted. They're all whores. He had fucked many married women and, in the bar, he had walked in on countless married women (he could tell from the wedding band) sucking the cock of strangers they had just met that night. Sebastion wondered - is Hannah sucking someone's cock when he is working? Even if she's not, she's probably fantasized about it. Mark, Scott and Ray are good-looking young guys that live in the building - Sebastion is sure that Hannah would fuck any one of them if she thought she could get away with. They are younger than Sebastion and have better jobs.

Mark is the biggest threat. He is a "player" - charming, young, funny, cocky, dresses very well and makes a lot of money. Mark got laid all the time - it seemed he could get any girl he wanted. In Sebastion's mind, he had no doubt that Mark would try to fuck Hannah - Hannah is super hot, any man would want to fuck her. And Sebastion thought Hannah probably fantasized about fucking Mark. Yeah, these two would love to fuck each other, Sebastion thought. He caught her looking at him one time when the three of them where in the hallway, and, every time he remembered this, it caused an explosion of rage.

Sebastion's theory was that only fear,... dreadful, horrific and terrifying fear of painful and ghastly retribution... would keep a person faithful. The temptation to cheat - to experience a new sexual thrill with a new person, - to taste a forbidden pleasure with a hot new lover - is just a force too powerful to control. Sebastion's love for Hannah was beyond anything he had ever felt, or could imagine feeling, and it was this infinite love that made him determined to do what was necessary to keep Hannah faithful and keep them together in this life and the next. Hannah just needs to understand that the discipline is for her own benefit, because no other man would love her the way he did... for all of eternity.

Sebastion roughly pulled Hannah into the apartment by her arm. His rage was escalating, and only fucking Hannah would stop the thoughts that were currently tormenting him.

As soon as Hannah steps out of the door, she comes face to face with Sebastion, she peaks up at him cautiously trying to gauge his mood, she hoped that it was a good one, but as his eyes scan over her body, she realises that it is not the case today, he looked angrily, thoughts flicker through Hannah’s mind as she tries to figure out whether it is something she has done.

"Dammit Hannah! Why the fuck do you come out of our apartment looking like a fucking slut!... Are you hoping to run into that little preppie sissy bastard, Mark."

Fuck she had completely forgotten about that, normally she wore something a little more modest when she was leaving the house, but she had been sure that no one was around, did he not realise that this was all for him as a way of an apology for last, she just wanted to make everything better, to make him happy so that everything would be okay again.

Hannah lets out a little scream as he pushes her back up against the wall and not gently either, her body lands with a dull thud, but it barely registers as he moves in closer to her, looming over her, Hannah shrinks back a little, hoping he would just get this over with, whatever he was going to do or say.

"I fucking told you a hundred times,... dress like a respectable lady, not like a cheap fucking hooker! Don't you have anything else to wear that is a decent?"

“I do, I’m sorry I didn’t wear this out I wore it just for you.. I thought you’d like to see me like this” Hannah whispers, but truthfully his words hurt, he always spoke to her like she was a whore, who was just out to fuck anyone but the truth is Hannah had only ever had eyes for Sebastion, sure she used to think that she was allowed to look at other men but she would never dream of touching, but Sebastion had told her that she couldn’t look so now she didn’t because she was in love with him.

“Please..” she says as she tries to placate him, raising one hand up to touch the side of his face, looking up and meeting his eyes, but she knew how he felt, she hates the thought of any woman having their hands on what is rightfully hers, it didn’t help that he worked in a bar, a bar full of drunken horny women.

Hannah winces as he roughly drags her into the house “Sebastion please just calm down, I haven’t done anything wrong” probably not what she should say, but she needed to get the point across. She never had time to do anything, she spent all her free time cleaning and cooking and doing what was needed around the house.

“Look I made dinner for us, just calm down and enjoy it” she says almost hopefully as she stands in front of him, leaning upwards and pressing her lips against his softly.

“Look I made dinner for us, just calm down and enjoy it.” She stands in front of him, leaning upwards and pressing her lips against his softly.

Sebastion is still excited, but the anger is subsiding and, in its place, he is feeling aroused. - Damn, she looks so damn good in that slutty mini skirt.

He ignores what she says about dinner. In a split-second he lifted her up and sat her on the table next to all the food. He moved in between her legs and they spread for him with very little resistance. Her short skirt was now pushed up by her spread legs and around her waist.

Sebastion grabbed her hair and pulled it back, arching her back and exposing her neck - not hurting her, but letting her feel the power of his domination and passion.

He whispered in her ear - "You know I'm just a jealous ogre, because I'm so fucking in love with you... It would kill me, if you so much as kissed another guy... I would kill him, then kill you, and then kill myself."

He kissed her neck softly, though he was still holding her firmly by her hair. "This is nice Hannah, everything on this table looks delicious, specially you."

Hannah giggles softly as he lifts her up and places her on the table, she kn0ows that she should be mad about the fact that she had spent all afternoon making dinner and he didn’t want it, but at that moment she doesn’t even care. She smiles down at him, noticing that he suddenly isn’t as mad anymore.

Hannah giggles not putting up much fight as she slowly parts her legs for him, allowing him to get a glimpse of her shaved pussy only covered by a small thong. She whimpers softly as he pulls her head back by her hair, forcing her to arch her body forwards, her breasts pushing against the thin vest top begging for his attention. She smiles and lets out a soft moan at his words, words that sent a shiver of excitement through her entire body, she loved it when he spoke to her like that.

“I know and I promise that I will never even look at another man, your all that I want” she says honestly as she wraps her legs around his waist tightly, pulling him carefully closer to her “and right now I really want you” her words come out as more of a plea.. “Forget about dinner, just take me right here and show me that I’m yours” she says with a small smirk as she tries to pull her head up wanting to kiss him so badly.

“I know and I promise that I will never even look at another man, your all that I want” - Hannah said.

"Fucking liar!... All you bitches are sluts!... I bet every fucking whore that I see in the club sucking some stranger's cock in the bathroom - goes home and tells her pathetic loser husband - 'I love you hubby, your the best. I would never even look at another man'... Fucking cunts! Kiss their husband and children with that cock-sucking mouth... I will NEVER let you do that shit to me."

He wasn't really angry anymore, just talking.

"You're a slut just like all of them,... but you're MY slut,... You got that,... Hannah? You can never deceive me... I will find out and fucking blow everyone's brains out! You want us both dead - go ahead and fuck another guy."

"But, enough of this for now,... let's fuck!"

Things were playful now.

“Forget about dinner, just take me right here and show me that I’m yours” - Hannah said.

"See, what did I say about girls? - You're all such sluts!" -- He was just teasing her now.

Sebastion wanted to kiss Hannha, but he couldn't... He knew that his delicate precious flower loves it rough... Maybe daddy never disciplined her enough, he didn't know, and didn't want to go there... She liked it rough, and he liked to give it to her rough... Many women say they want it rough, but cannot handle it... Hannah could.

He pulled her hair harder, pulling her hair down to the table. With his free hand, he ripped off her panties, making sure to hurt her a little in the process.

"I'm feeling very fucking aggressive today... I'm fucking scared of myself tonight... Maybe we shouldn't... You think you can handle it?"

He didn't wait for a response. He touched her pussy... wet, as expected.

Still holding her down, he pulled down his pants, and his cock bounced up, ready and eager.

He put his hands around her throat,... firmly. "I want to hurt you."

In one hard and fast thrust, his cock pushed deep into her pussy.

Hannah’s eyes widen she wasn’t sure whether he was being serious or not, sure Hannah liked it rough but sometimes Sebastion went too far… then again the only time he did this was when he was truly mad, she stares at him for a moment before concluding that he wasn’t mad. She breathes a sigh of relief allowing herself to relax and lean into him.

She shakes her head “I don’t look at other men, I have you, I only need you” she whispers as she wraps her legs around him tighter pulling him closer.

Hannah crys out as he pulls on her hair, but it excited her, the way he manhandled her body, the roughness, everything about him. She moans softly, wetness dripping from her pussy she wanted him, needed him, craved him.

“Your slut… just yours remember” she moans, she gasps as he rips the thong from her body, the material digging into her skin causing her to wince. “And I can handle anything you give me” she couldn’t see him anymore.

Only hear him, those words, he wanted to hurt her it made her nervous.. extremely nervous but so turned on, she spreads her legs wider for him, displaying her shaved pink pussy already glistening with her juices.

“Do whatever you want with me” she moans loudly and thenwhimpers as his hands are suddenly at her throat, luckily she can still breathe easily, but one squeeze was all it would take, Hannah shakes her head pulling herself froms her morbid thoughts, she trusted him with her life. She moans louder, throwing hr head bck, ignoring the sting of her hair being pulled as he thrusts his cock inside of her, no preparation, no nothing, but he filled her up so well, “Oh fuck” she moans loudly. “Harder Sebastion” she demands.

Sebastion, deep inside Hannah, paused... he let go of Hannah's neck, leaving bruises, but knowing he really hadn't hurt her,... yet.

He grabbed her ankles, pulled them up and stretched them far apart - as far apart as they could go without ripping her legs out of their socket. He was very strong and Hannah's body seemed so fragile, so easy to break... he had to control his passion.

Lifting her up ankles more, so that her ass was a few inches off the table, he started fucking her wildly with fast and furious thrusts. She moaned - but, he didn't know if the sounds she was making were sounds of pain or pleasure.

Fucking her for as long as could at that pace, he then pulled his cock out of her pussy just in time to avoid shooting his load. He grabbed her and pulled her off the table. He flipped her over and shoved and pushed her back down on the table again - this time facing down, with her belly on the table and her legs on the floor.

He was overheated and needed some time to cool off... It was time to give Hannah a hard-core spanking. The first time he ever did this to a girl, she almost had him arrested, because he got out hand. But, with Hannah there seem to be no limit to what she could take - and she loved it. If he was sick, she was, too - they were made for each other - made to fit perfectly one into the other.

Pressing her head down on the table with one hand, his other hand reached up high and held it there ready to strike.

"Hannah, I'm going to give you a good fucking spanking. I'm going to spank that ass until its nice and purple. Its going to be fucking intense. You want to cry a little now, before I start, or hold it until later."

Her body trembled - fear? pleasure? - both. He knew that the anticipation of a good hard spanking was powerful.

It is all about the intensity.

Her body trembled.