Suckers For Love

Destroyed

I furrow my eyebrows. "What the f**k?" I ask. Brett walks up to me and harshly whispers into my ear, "Shut the hell up and obey." as he slaps me across my face. I stand shocked, ready to slap the absolute hell out of him when he pushes me to the wall and turns me around. He pushes my face into the wall. "Brett, y- you're hurting me..." I weakly say. He reaches in front of me, take my belt off, and starts fingering me. 

"You don't get to call me by my name, call me Daddy," he says. I arch my back. "Ohh.." I try to lightly moan. He asks, "You're really getting off to being abused?" "No, Brett," I whisper. He pushes me hard on to the wall.

 "What did I tell you to call me!?!" he says angrily. I wince and don't reply. "Okay, we'll do this the hard way then," he says. He undoes his belt and grabs my hands, tightening the belt around them as I wince in pain, then takes my belt and buckles it around my throat. Brett just pulls the belt around his hand, choking me lightly. He starts nailing me as I watch in the mirror. He looks me in the eyes, "You love this," he says.

I let out a tiny moan. "No, I hate this and I hate you." He yanks the belt around my throat. "Don't lie," he commands. "I'm not," I say crying harder. His hair bounces along to his rhythm. He goes deeper inside of me as I moan and close my eyes from the pleasure. Watching him take me feels so good, but I hate him so much for forcing it.

He yanks the belt around my throat again, "I said watch, bitch." I open my eyes again. His grip around the belt loosens as his expression changes. He starts pounding harder and faster. As he groans, I can feel him pumping inside me. "f**k! Why can't you c*m first before me, huh?!?" He grips the belt again and threatens me, "I'm gonna f**k you until you drop." 

I scream as he shoves himself into me. My head droops. He roughly grabs my face and faces it towards the mirror. He pounds me hard and deep, "f**k, I need to breathe!!" I shout. I c*m but he refuses to stop. "f**k!" I scream. He yanks the belt around my throat and looks my through my eyes in the mirror watching me suffer. 

"Please!" I scream. "f**k you, b***h," he replies and pushes me to the floor. "Get on your hands and knees," he commands. I do as he says. He shoves my face sideways onto the floor. "You like being a dirty b***h," he says. I cry even harder. He f***s me as hard as he can. My stomach hurts from him going as deep as he can. "Please stop!" I beg. He tightens the belt. "SHUT THE f**k UP!" he screams. I start hyperventilating and trying to breathe. "Brett, I'm... gonna pass.. out..." I say as the room gets dark.