Baby mine

He grabbed her arms and held them behind her. Holding her tightly he continued to thrust. She opened for him, could do nothing less. She wanted him. She wanted his cruelty. She wanted nothing less than to be pinned helpless beneath him. He grabbed her hair now, wrapping it around his fist as he continued. It hurt, but in a good way. The hurt pushed her into her climax. The climax buckled her knees and he supported her body quickly with his hand. Never stopping or missing a beat, he continued. She arched against him crying out, riding her climax dry. He crys his own release, rock hard against her body. She longs to kiss him but he will not. She longs to love him. He turns away offering no affection, gets dressed and leaves. She hates him right now. She wishes someone anyone else could make her feel the way he does. Nobody has and some how she knows no one will. The tears start then, rolling down her face to the floor. She thinks of his hard chest pressed against her, of the commanding way he holds her. Tonight was no different than the times before. They both know they want each other badly. After he never stays or says goodbye. He just says how good it is. So how does she get him to stay?