Power Play

I walked in the door of the small motel room, surprised to not see him on the bed, prone and ready for me. I walk in slowly, somewhat apprehensive, something's making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The next thing I know the door is is slammed shut behind me, and my face is against it as one hand pins both of mine above my head. He bites the back of my neck and undoes my pants with the other hand, all but ripping them off of me.

“I suggest you stop.” I growl as he runs one hand along my ass. I fight back a shiver. I'm not going to give him the joy of seeing me react. He captures my lips with his own and slides a hand down to rest right at the entrance. He rubs it hard before the hand dissapears again. I'm trying to turn my head, to see where he is, what he's doing. The hand returns with a cold sensation.

He slides one well greased finger along me before returning to my entrance. I'll be damned if he does this, I'm not going to let him. I'm the one that's in control. But I'll let him try, let him start getting confident and cocky and then knock him down, and punish him for what he's done.

He starts trying to slip his finger inside of me, and I let him get it in up to the first knuckle. It feels good, I have to admit that, but he was mine. I don't bottom for anyone. He starts to push his luck when I turn around with a quick move and I see him wince in pain as his arm twists in an unnatural angle. “I own you.” I growl into his ear as I push him down hard against the bed.

I rip off his pants, not even bothering to unbutton them. He glares at me, but I keep his hands pinned above his head. What he had just done to me. I thrust hard into him and he fights back a scream. “I told you you should stop.” I say, making sure it's as rough as possible, that it's hurting him as much as possible.

I drive him into the bed. This is just the start. Oh, next time he's going to pay much more severely and I tell him that. I just don't have anything to punish him with today, I wasn't planning on having to do that, I wasn't planning on having to hurt him, make him pay. I was planning on a nice easy night, somewhat gentle.

Contrary to popular belief, I could be gentle with him. Not loving, not in the same way I am with women, the way I was with Maggie, not the way I was with others, but I could be soft, I didn't have to make it hurt. There were times when I actually bothered to use lube, when I actually took things slow and made it pleasurable for him as well.

If only to keep him happy. When he was happy, it made me happy. Keep the morale high. It was something I had learned from management, when those below you are happy it makes your life easier and better. And well, he was certainly below me, therefore he should certainly be happy, at least once a month.

But he did get off on this. But sometimes, it was nice for a change. But he had done something very very bad when he tried to take control. And he was going to pay. But there was something defiant in his eyes, that even though I was hurting him, I could feel him wince with every thrust, he still had a trick up his sleeve. And I wondered what it was.

It's not long before I'm driven over the edge by the sweet friction and the thoughts of all the other things I can do with him. My knees go weak and the next thing I know after I pull out of him, he's got me pinned again. This time he grabs his handcuffs and locks my hands behind my back. “You're on your way to castration detective.” I warn him and he merely grins and shoves my shoulders down hard.

He's there, erect in front of me. But I just stay there on my knees. “This time it's different, it's time for me to have some fun.” He says, thrusting himself into my mouth. I wasn't going to let him get away with it that easily though. I do some of the tricks that he's done to me, smirking the whole time.

This isn't what I enjoy doing. I wasn't submissive to anyone, I gave them pleasure because I wanted to, not because I was forced to. And he's going to learn his lesson. I bear my teeth and bite down, hard. He screams in pain and grabs my head and I chuckle, pulling back. “I told you, you're walking a fine line, let me free.” But he's defiant.

He hoists me up by the ears and flips me over. I have less leway now, I'm sprawled over the bed, he's holding my chest down against the sheets, kicking my legs out spreadeagled. I stay as still as possible as he inserts his finger. I fight back a groan, it does feel so good, but I hate it at the same time.

I work my legs closer together to give me more leverage. He's trying to do what I did to him, slamming him into the sheets, pinning him against the bed with his own body weight, but it doesn't work as well as when I do it, he doesn't have the technique, I have room to move enough that it's not painful. Just uncomfortable.

I feel himself poising at my entrance and I roll over suddenly, leaving him thrusting down into the sheets. He glares at me and I smirk, bringing my knee up into his groin. “Now, you're going to let me out.” I tell him as i lower it before driving it back up again causing him to yelp and double over. “Now, before you have nothing left to think about fucking me with.” He glares at me, but grabs the key off the table anyway.

As soon as I'm free, I have him pinned to the bed, and wrap both hands in his hair, shoving him to his knees. “And you know better than to use teeth.” I tell him as I force his head back and forth across me. He complies to that, but I can tell it's almost out of fear. So much the better. Better to be feared than loved, Machiavelli wasn't stupid.

I feel my climax building and this time he's gone too far. I yank him back off of me as I go over the edge, and he looks so stunned at what I do, not so much upset as stunned. He just is there, covered, shocked. I smirk and get up, retrieving my pants from the side. “I told you to give up before.” I tell him, walking out, leaving him there to clean himself up. Although he does look quite sexy like that.