Road Trip!

He moaned softly when she teased him with her mouth, but what turned him on even more was when she couldn't do it anymore and lost track of what she was doing.

Then she pushed, and coupled with his momentum his cock slid out, this angered him, how dare she. She turned wanting to get taken from behind, she couldn't see his angry eyes. He would give her what she asked for.

He pulled roughly from her hair as he aligned his cock, but not with her pussy, he aimed at her ass, he could have teased, but he was too angry. He gave another sharp pull of her hair and pushed his cock against her ass, forcing it into her.

He kept applying force, pushing hard, slowly making his way into her. He would fuck her like he needed, in his terms.
 
Ali knew he was angry. She could feel it in his movements, she could hear it in his growl, and when she dared looked back she could see it on his face. And for some insane reason this turned her on. She wanted him angry. She wanted him to grip her roughly and take out his frustrations on her poor body. Gawd, what is wrong with her?

Her head snapped back with how hard he pulled her hair. Her ass was forced high in the air and she felt him slide in between. "No!" She felt him keep going. His cock was slick with her juices, but it wasn't enough. She felt pain like she never felt before and it instantly took her out of whatever crazy mood she had been in. The tears came and she couldn't stop him. He was too strong. It hurt like hell and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as he stretched and broke through her tight button. She felt more lubrication and knew she was bleeding from the tearing.
 
She cried no when he entered clearly she hadn't been expecting him to take her through there, he wasn't going to stop however, she had made him mad, and even if she hadn't he wasn't going to stop on her account, she would learn to love this soon enough.

As he fucked her hard he felt her blood and it only turned him on even more as he imagined the pain he was causing on her and a he was able to fuck her slightly faster.

He kept holding her by the hair, his other hand was on her breasts, keeping her in place with a tight grip as he abused her ass, this was a suitable punishment, he just wondered how long it would take for her to like it.
 
Ali couldn't stop him. It hurt so bad. She stopped moving and just laid back letting him take from her. This wasn't what she meant or needed. It hurt too much for her to feel anything but pain. She felt like she couldn't breathe and that she was being killed. The pain was like fire in her ass and spread out through her and she couldn't control the sobs when she tried. His hands were on her, but they did nothing like they did before. She couldn't take this and she prayed he would finish so she could go cry somewhere and heal.
 
His hands kept moving across her body, she was in alot of pain, like she hadn't ever been before, he kept going relentless wanting to show her a lesson, he wasn't entirely heartless, he knew that deep inside she still loved the pain he gave her.

After some time went by, enough to let his anger cool a little his right hand went between her legs, he rubbed her pussy a few times before sliding two of his fingers into her, he moved them in rhythm with his cock, fucking her ass and fingerfucking her pussy at the same time.

In his mind there was only one downside, he wasn't sure how he could punish her once she learned to love this pain as well, maybe she would stop needing punishment, however the odds said that he would just have to get more creative.
 
She kept crying. She got it. This was her punishment. How dare she change the position? How dare she think to do something on her own? How dare she not have asked first? She nodded her head as she thought of all the ways she deserved this and hoped he would stop soon.

Ali felt his hands slide between her legs and though it helped some she was already past any sort of pleasure. His fingers gave a little stir, but nothing else. She felt her body heave, and rock with every sob. "Please," she managed to get out. "Please finish," so she could go cry in a bed somewhere else.
 
He was loving her tightness, her pain and even the little almost unperceived pleasure his hand was giving her, he was considering cumming, letting go and just exploding deep inside her, he was just about to.

About to, but then she pleaded asking for him to stop, he couldn't do that, she was being taught a lesson of not making her decisions, he couldn't give in to what she wanted. He focused in not cumming and even begun to pound her harder and deeper. His hand kept moving in rhythm, but the pain was probably too much, as it should be.

He wouldn't last much longer but he would make sure she remembered this lesson very well, she should know who was in control.
 
Ali realized too late she had made another mistake. She shouldn't have begged him to stop. This was her punishment and you do not beg for punishment to stop. She shook her head no at her stupidity. How could she had liked something like this? Someone like him? How could she not?

He sped up, went faster, harder, his body sending her crashing onto the couch with enough force to knock the wind from her. Her tears wetting the cushion. She bit her lip and could taste her own blood. She begged silently to the heavens for him to cum; for her to pass out; anything please anything just make it stop.
 
Eventually as much as he wanted to punish her it started to become too much for him, his orgasm started to build up again and this time he couldn't stop it, he pounded her even harder as it was nearing the end.

Adam grunted briefly and sunk his teeth on her shoulder, deep enough to draw blood as he exploded inside her ass, spurt after spurt of cum filled her while he kept fucking her very hard.

His hands moved to her breasts and he squeezed them painfully as his orgasm ended, his cock not losing all of it hardness still deep inside her.

"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked simply, his fingers pinching her nipples as he waited for her answer.
 
Ali was in the middle of prayer. She was begging anything for this to be over. She felt him swell inside her and her prayers changed for her to pass out. The pain kept preventing her from doing so. It was just enough pain to hurt her, but not enough to make her pass out from it. It was a really bad situation. She silently screamed out when he bit her and when he pulled away she felt her blood trail down her arm. His hands were on her body and she couldn't stop him. She was a mess.

He asked her a question and she nodded her head waiting for him to pull out. She wanted to crumple to the floor and just lie there. Maybe she had stockholm's syndrome. How could she have liked that before. The pain. The blood. The realization that she was slim to nothing to him for him to just use her like that rocked her. What had she done?
 
When she nodded he pulled out, and only then. He kept holding her briefly, somehow he thought she would be able to handle the pain better, it would let him have a punishment, something he could threaten her with, silently of course, she would get it if she defied him, if she overstep her boundaries, it would keep her in check.

He helped her lay down on her side "I'm glad you learned, you are going back to your room when you recover, I'll give you a few hours to rest." He bit back the comment about her sister hearing her screams, Ali had enough in her mind already specially since the "fight" she had moments ago.

With that Adam left Ali alone in the room, he locked before leaving, he was almost convinced she was defeated but he wasn't going to take her in another tour as he chased her around the house.
 
Ali hurt so bad. She stayed on the floor crying and crying. And when she couldn't cry anymore she stayed there waiting for the pain to go away. She was sure she was bleeding and worse and been torn wide. She moved her legs, but pain rocketed up her body and she found herself grimacing and tears she thought were dried were flowing once again.

In this position her body, so exhausted, found sleep. She dared not move for fear of giving herself more pain. Instead she was in a dreamless state, deep, and unaware of her surroundings.
 
Hours later when Adam walked into the room Ali was still on the floor, she was sleeping in an awkward position, probably finding it hard to move with the pain she had been in.

He reached down and picked her up, he was sure there was still some pain going through her but also that it must have subsided.

"It's time to go back to your room" he said rather coldly "I have food for you there" followed in a slightly but not very more friendly tone. He opened the door for her, he wanted to see if even in her messed up state she recalled how to find her way back.

Since she didn't start moving on her own, he urged forward pushing her back "Go"
 
Ali didn't want to get up. She didn't dare tell him that or buck at him. Instead she rose slowly with his assistance. She stared at him with pain filled eyes and nodded her head. "Yes sir." She walked through the door and turned slightly to look back at her sister's door. She shook her head realizing what Whitney must have heard.

Ali would have went to Whitney, but a little push in the back and she was stumbling not to fall. Not because she was unsteady, but was still feeling the pain from earlier. Slowly she turned and headed down the hall and up the stairs to her room. She remembered the route. As soon as she was in the room she went to the food and stared at the chair. She couldn't sit. She picked up a pillow off the bed and sat it down on the chair. She slowly sank down feeling some pain, but not as much if she was sitting on a hard chair. She reached for the food to begin eating.
 
Adam sat in front of her and ate silently for a few minutes, then he spoke.

"I want you to rest well tonight Ali, you need to recover. I will come see you again in the morning, and if you behave properly I'm going to let you spend the whole day with your sister" he paused there, but he knew she would most likely think about how he would be watching their every move and listen to every word "alone" he added "I won't be there... I hope I don't need to warn you about what insubordination will bring you"

He returned to eat, and finished the meal quickly. He looked at her studying her reaction trying to peer into her mind.
 
Ali looked up slightly. He wanted her rested. She nodded her head. He wanted her to behave. Like always. She nodded again. He was going to let her spend the day with her sister? She slowly stopped chewing and stared at him. She wasn't sure if this was some sort of trick. Than again he was going to be there the whole time listening like last time. Why would he be worried.

Ali almost choked when he said he wouldn't be there. Hope flared in her eyes. But was it for Whitney to leave or for them to escape together. This last episode had Ali questioning her commitment and love for this monster. "No. No insubordination."

Ali went back to eating though she could feel his eyes on her; watching her. She wasn't sure what he was looking for, but she wasn't going to do anything that would fuck up her not being with her sister.
 
Adam couldn't find what he wanted, it was as if she hesitated, one extreme would be her trusting him and being happy to be with her sister... that wouldn't happen. The other extreme would be Ali planning her escape with Whitney, Adam was hoping to see in her which side she was leaning towards but he couldn't find anything. That was troubling for him as he felt he should be able to read her already.

He finished his food a few seconds before her, then he produced a black dress.

"I want you wearing this in the morning, you'll have time to change before seeing your sister"

He stood up and laid it on the bed.

"I will leave you to rest now" he went to her and pulled her body towards his, his hands explored her body, and he pressed his hardness on the side of her, it was just a moment, as if he was stating his ownership, then he let go of her and left her alone.
 
Ali was still eating when she realized Adam was staring at her hard. She continued to eat slowly, methodically, with her focus on the food. She didn't want to give him any excuse plus she wasn't sure what he was searching for. She was still trying to figure out what she wanted. If she wanted to stay or go. Things have changed since 2 hours ago. What, she wasn't sure. She just knew that she had a decision to make.

Ali finished eating and leaned back silently. She glanced up at the black dress. She couldn't tell anything else about it except that it was black from the way he held it up. She wasn't even sure if it was backless, strapless, spaghetti strapped or anything. Normally, she would be ecstatic about new clothes, but you never knew with him.

"Okay," she said meekly as he laid the dress on the bed.

Ali watched him come to her and she stayed seating. He pulled her to her feet and as always did whatever he wanted to her. She didn't moan or shiver though her pussy quivered with excitement. Her ass balked and she was able to stay motionless. He left her side and was out of the door. Ali didn't even check the lock. She walked over to the dress and stared at it for a long time before laying it against a nearby chair and getting in the bed.

She didn't realize she had fallen asleep until she was waking up. She glanced over wondering what had awoken her. She stretched feeling only a lil sore from yesterday and went into the adjoining bathroom to do her morning duties and to take a bath; which helped with her aches. Just as she finished brushing out her hair with her fingers she turned hearing the door opened. She had on the dress as instructed and looked at Adam with expectation.
 
Adam took in her figure with the dress, it certainly flattered her as he hoped for it too. He approached her knowing she wouldn't move away, and pulled her to him, pressing her body against his, letting her feel his hardness, making her feel how much he wanted her.

"Very good" he said and placed his hand on the back of her neck, he pulled hard on it, bringing her head to his, and kissing her deeply and forcefully. She was his.

His other hand was now tracing her body, moving its way up to her breasts, first one then the other he felt them roughly through the dress, he wanted to leave her sore, she would spend the day with Withney, but all through the day her body would remind her what he did to her.

He broke the kiss and his mouth moved to her neck, kissing, licking, biting and taking. As he tasted and felt her, he slowly guided her towards the bed.
 
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