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"Sleep deprived. . . furious at Riley. . . wishing research papers had never been born," I say quietly, not looking at you.
 
I start to undo my pants. "Well, you are not going to take it out on me, got it?" I ask, as I finish undressing and step toward the bed.
 
I grab your foot and extend your leg, pulling you slowly to the end of the bed, saying nothing. I push you back and my hands go to your shorts, beginning to open them.
 
I sigh softly and tense up a little bit, unsure of what was happening at first, but then relax. I help you get me out of the shorts, and you see I'm wearing the bottom part of the pink outfit you had given me.
 
I peel the bottoms off, exposing you from the waist down. I do not tell you that this is punishment. I try to act like I am just horny. But I know what I am doing, and I suspect you do too.
 
I whimper softly, knowing that I was going to get it, and get it good. And I rightly deserved it. I vowed I wouldn't start crying, no matter how much it hurt.
 
I step between your legs and look down at your eyes, which look wet. I slam my cock into your pussy in one hard thrust. I slap your side, maybe harder than I have before. My hands go to your waist as I stand at the edge of the bed. My face becomes a mask as I begin using your body to masturbate myself, using you for my pleasure, and using you hard.
 
I cry out and thrash, whimpering loudly, doing my best to keep my tears in my eyes. It was hurting me, but I was afraid to tell you that and I just let you use me.
 
My breath grows ragged as I furiously fuck you for several moments. Suddenly, without warning, I give you a stern look into your eyes. "On your stomach," I say, pulling out of your pussy, clearly signaling my intentions.
 
I sharply pull your ass up toward me, and you feel me start to force my cock into your ass, your own juices all I am using to ease it for you. You feel my hand stroke your back, but feel me punch into you a few inches at a time. "Relax!" Is the only thing I say to you.
 
I'm screaming into the pillows, the pain really really bad. Tears spring to my eyes but I don't let them fall and I force myself to relax.
 
"That's it, baby," I say. "Relax." I start getting into a small rhythm, pushing you to your limit, but still careful enough to not injure you. When I get in and start moving fluidly, I start slapping your ass hard, over and over.
 
I cry out with each slap of my ass, digging my fingers more into the bedsheets, feeling some pleasure now but not a whole lot.

After what felt like the millionth strike, I begin crying, unable to take anymore. I try to hold it in the best I can.
 
I pull your body onto mine as far as I can, quiver and moan, and you feel my cum filling your ass. I reach down and pull your hair, pulling you up so that your back is to my chest. I turn your face to me, wipe your streaking tears and kiss you deeply.
 
I lie down on the bed and pull you up to wrap you in my arms. "Baby, I love you. I am never going anywhere." I wipe a lingering tear. "Did I hurt you?"
 
I nod, unable to speak right now. I point to my side, where a bruise was already forming. I knew I didn't need to show you my ass, since you knew that had hurt me. I then point to my heart, meaning that you had hurt me there a little by doing this. I hadn't gone into too much detail on how I was abused, but he had kind of did what you just did, and that frightened me. I shake my head and snuggle into you, signalling I still loved you and wanted to be with you.
 
When you point to your heart, it breaks mine. I curl up with you and say nothing, feeling like I can't say anything to make this right. But I can hold you, and I can be there, even though I did this.
 
I sense that you feel bad about what just happened and I hug you tightly, showing all is forgiven, we both said or did things we now regret but can't take back. It was time for us to move on. I trace "I love you, and I forgive you, baby" on your skin and give you a soft smile.
 
I kiss you back and trace, "It's okay, baby. I forgave you minutes ago. Neither of us were thinking clearly, both of us angry at the other. But what's done is done, and we can't change it. We just have to learn from it and move on. I don't love you any less because of this. I love you, Reece."
 
I smile and kiss you gently, letting my love for you linger on your lips. "From now on," I say softly, speaking for the first time since this had started. "We talk about things calmly and collectedly when we get heated with each other, and work towards a solution. THEN we can have make up sex. Does that sound good?"
 
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