I'd been frustrated for days.
I lost my job recently so wasn't in the best mood most of the time.
"Are you going to load the dishwasher like you said you would?" He asked.
"Yeah, in a minute" I replied whilst doom scrolling on my phone. The kitchen was in devastation, I'd left it for days while in my depression pit.
I hear him sigh "look, you've had a rough few days but you can live like this. You'll feel better once you've cleaned the kitchen"
My temper spiked "I said I'd do it in a minute!" while glaring at him.
He stairs back at me his chest rising and falling but silence from him.
I turn back to my phone, continuing to aimlessly scroll untill I hear him striding towards me!
I turn quickly but not quick enough he grabs my wrist with one hand and snatches my phone with the other. His grip getting tighter as I struggle
"For fuck sake! Really!?" I screamed at him and try and pull away but to no avail.
He's strong, stood there like stone as I meekly pull. I get in close and bite down on his hand
"Ahh!" He yelps and throws me down
I fall flat on my arse, fury pulsing through me as I rise up.
He cuts me off as I get half way up, rugby tackling me flat on my back again.
I buck and thrash trying my best to get him off me.
He binds my wrists effortlessly with one hand and slams them down above my head.
"If it's a fight you're looking you've found one!" He seethes through gritted teeth.
I buck again managing to shift his weight enough to lift my knee up and knee him in the balls. It wasn't Kosher but needs must in these situations.
He rolls off me holding himself groaning as I scramble up. I go to shoot off but he quickly grabs my ankle tugging my own foot from underneath me. I fall hard and smack my chin on the carpet stunning me for a second.
He forces himself up and astride my legs. He palm slams down on my back holding me in place while his other hand pulls down my leggings.
How hand comes down hard on my bum, I think this is probably hardest he's ever hit me with his own hand.
"Stop it!" I struggle my voice cracking
He continues with hard and fast cracks over and over but not saying a word
"Please! Stop it now" I beg tears streaming down my face, I could always safe word if needed but I'm not "there" yet
CRACK
His hand rains down on my bum, I can feel that sheering heat from his hand and my arse.
Then one final time
CRACK
I lay there my face burried in the carpet, carpet burns on my tear soaked cheek.
Then I feel his face on my bum cheek, his beard scratching my burning cheeks.
"AGH!" I scream
He bit me, he fucking bit me! Hard enough to break the skin too.
"I'm sorry!" I sob banging my hands on the carpet
"I'm sorry!" I repeat gasping for air as I go into hysterics
He wraps his fingers around my wrist carefully pulling me up then pulling me onto his lap. I sob into his chest.
"I'm sorry" I say again and really meaning it.
"I know" he coos "apology accepted. I know you've had a bad time of it recently but you can't live in filth and speak to me like that"
He's right, I've been pissed off at the world for days over losing that stupid job that I didn't even like.
"I'm sorry for picking a fight" I say in the smallest voice in the world
"It's done my love, and now we move on" he says softly while stroking my back.
He always takes care of me.
