You ridicule and humiliate me with your harsh words in my ears while you hold me down and fuck me. You degrade the feelings I have for you each time you call and ask for a weekend together though we were over long ago. Still I come even though I know what you’ll do.

 

The moment I enter the hotel room, you back me against the door and you’re pulling my clothes off. You nearly tear my briefs off in your haste to get me naked. I realize that you’re all ready undressed and I reach out to touch you and you slap my hands away.

 

You ignore my protests and the pleas that we should slow down. Your hands are rough on my breasts and my nipples sting from the torture that you put them through. You cover my mouth with yours and your tongue invades my mouth in a quest for what, I don’t know. There’s desperation in your touch tonight that I don’t quite understand but I know better than to question it.

 

I try once again to touch the dark reddish-bronze skin on display and you take both of my wrists in one hand and pin them up above my head and hiss. “Keep your hands to yourself, darlin’. I wouldn’t wanna have to punish you.”

 

I shiver at the threat and whimper softly. You grasp my thigh and pull it between your legs and grind your swollen need against me. I tense the muscles and I’m gratified at the moan I receive for my efforts.

 

You placed your mouth at my ear and I tense in expectation, awaiting the words that tear at my soul each time you utter them. As per usual, you don’t disappoint. Or perhaps it’s that I am disappointed, that you never rise above my expectations.

 

Hot breath assails my ear with each word. “Why do you keep comin’ here every time I call? Do you like that I fuck you ‘til you can’t even whisper for me to stop? Or do you like knowin’ that you’re my slut for the weekend?”

 

I close my eyes in shame and try not to let you see it. I hear you laugh and I swallow, hard. There was no humor in it and the sound scares me more than I care to admit.

 

Your hand starts a leisurely path down my chest to my pussy and you cup my mound. I flinch when you squeeze me hard and snarl. “Do you like knowin’ that this is mine?”

 

My chest tightens and I choke back a sob. A lone tear leaks past my eyelid and trickles down my cheek. Two fingers enter me fast and hard and I surge upward onto my tip-toes at the force.

 

You release my wrists and wrap an arm around my waist tightly. I’m held against your chest as you continue to fuck me and my tears fall unimpeded.

 

Your harsh words continue and finally I can’t take it any more and I kiss you just to stop your words. My hand tangles in your hair and I hold you there. I impale myself on your fingers and grind my thigh into your wet sex.

 

I try not to think about the fact that a little over a year ago I would’ve been doing this because I like to. I wouldn’t have been fuckin’ you just to get you to shut up or to ignore our harsh reality. Just to forget that you don’t love me and that we’re only here because you have no one else. To forget that you haven’t been mine since you walked out because of an accident that could’ve taken my life.

 

We somehow make it to the bed without my knowledge and I only become aware of it when your weight forces me into the mattress. This rough coupling we go through every time we meet only picks up steam now that you don’t have to hold us up.

 

You take my right hand and place it at your entrance and I push two fingers into you in time with your thrusts. I bite my lip at the wet velvet heat that surrounds me and you kiss me again with bruising strength.

 

That you’re a doctor who heals people is ironic considerin’ what we do to each other. I almost laugh at the thought.

 

The closer we get to release, the more aggressive we become. I scratch my nails down your sweat-slicked back and you sink your teeth into every part of my skin you can get to. The harsh sound of our breathing fills the room and my moans nearly drown out the soft grunts you release.

 

You pull back to look at me and I’m lost in your dark brown eyes that are full of something I can’t understand. For a moment it looks like you’re about to cry and I find my tears renewed in sympathy.

 

Your voice is guttural and breathless from your passion and full of derision when you speak again. “Tell me again, how you hate this? How you hate that I’m the only one who can do this to you?”

 

I shake my head and bite my lip and turn my head away and I hear a laugh that sounds almost like a sob.

 

You swirl your fingers inside of my convulsing pussy and sneer. “Tell me how much you hate me and wish I’d stop callin’.”

 

My orgasm slams through me and my back arches. When I come down from it, I’m sobbing and I gasp. “Damn you!”

 

You pull me into your arms and hold me tight. I struggle to get away from you but you refuse to let me go. I continue to cry and fight against your hold until I don’t have the strength to any longer.

 

I slump against your chest with my eyes squeezed shut and choke out. “Yes I hate you! Are you happy now?! Does it make you feel better about what you do to me if I tell you that?!”

 

You kiss me gently and whisper desolately. “Yes.”

 

And then it starts all over again.

 

 

The End