Dream
You drag me by my arm into a room, blindfolded. You threw me on the cold tiled floor. I'm searching around with my hands seeing if I can feel anything, to guess where I am. I feel a couch leg and managed to pull myself up and sit. You stand over me and yell down at me,
"Who is he!!"
I didn't answer. You go to the coffee table and swipe you hand across it, throw everything off, hitting the floor loudly. Then you say,
"Are you fucking him?!
No answer.
"Answer me!!"
I responded quietly and calmly, "That's none of your business."
You went into a rage.
"You are not to fuck ANYONE! I will NOT allow it!" You grabbed my arm and lifted me on top of the couch on my knees. I was wearing a skirt. You reached your hand up my skirt and down my panties and felt how wet I was.
You turned me around and pushed me deeper into the couch so my face was up against the back. You grabbed my hair, yanking my head back and went into my ear and whispered loudly yet sternly, "Does he fuck you like I do?" I can tell you were clenching your teeth down as you spoke. It only made me wetter.
You released my hair, lifted up my skirt and fucked me rough and raw. I moaned and you said, "No! Be quiet. You tell me his fucking name!"
Silence
My silence only made you grow more angry and impatient, you threw your whole body into me forcefully in your next thrust.
"Jonathan!" I said hopelessly.
You grabbed onto the crease of my hips as you kept pounding deeply into me and it felt impossible to not let out a sound. I kept biting my lip.
"I want you to scream his name when I fuck you. That's the only sound I want to hear."
Mentally it fucked me up. But I did as I was told.
In and out of my pussy you went.
"Ahhhh. Jonathan!"
"Now everytime you think about him, everytime you see him, everytime you say his name, you'll think of me fucking you and punishing you, whore."
You flipped me over, leaned down and held you hands over my clavicle and continued to drill into me. You saw how red and bruised my bottom lip was.
You fucked me until I came violently and said, "Does he make you cum like I do?"
You pulled out and came on top of me as you said, "Jonathan will never give you what I give you."