Fight

He pulled the anal beads out of me slowly. I moaned, my pussy and my ass extremely sensitive from the massive orgasm that he had just drawn out of me. I laid on my back in the middle of the bed. I needed a moment to gather myself.

But he wasn't in a patient mood.

He grabbed my ankles with one hand and pulled them straight up in the air, lifting my ass off of the ground. He touched his fingers to my asshole to feel if it was still lubed up from the beads. He dropped my ankles to reach for the bottle of lube on the night table for his cock. As soon as he released me, I skittered to the far corner of the bed away from him and curled my legs up in front of me. I couldn't take him in my ass at that moment. I wasn't ready.

When he turned back and saw me cowering, he shook his head and growled. He reached out for my ankles and dragged me back to the middle of the bed. My arms flailed and I tried to hold onto the sheets to keep him from pulling me to him.

"Get back here," he ordered, but I just couldn't face him. As he pulled my legs up by the ankles again, I started squirming and begging him to stop. I put my palms and the soles of my feet against his stomach to try to prevent him from thrusting into me. He wrestled with me as I tried to push him away.

I realized that the more I fought him, the worse I was probably making things for myself. He was angry and increasingly aggressive. In an attempt to avoid taking it in the ass, had I incited him to fuck me there harder? But I couldn't stop. I was so afraid and the only thought - if it was a coherent thought and not just a gut instinct - was to get away.

As I fought him harder, he seemed to take perverse joy in overpowering me again and again. At one point, I think he let me go just to toy with me, to see how quickly he could bring me back under his control again. He wrestled me to the point where I was pinned beneath him, hands and feet up in a defensive position. He looked me right in the eyes.

"Kitten, relax," he said quietly yet sternly. I struggled again in vain. "Kitten, stop it!," he yelled. I stopped and closed my eyes. "Open your eyes," he said immediately. I took a deep breath and looked at him.

"I want you to let go of me with your hands. Put your hands behind your head." I paused, considering what he'd do if I relinquished my defensive position. I slowly took my hands off of him and put them behind my head.

"Good girl," he sighed. "Now, stretch out your legs and put them on my shoulders." I hesitated. He wanted me to let go of my final layer of defense. "Kitten, now," he coaxed. I took a deep breath and put my legs up. He immediately slid into my ass, pushing down on my body as he leaned into me. I gasped in surprise and a tear slid down the side of my face. "Good girl," he soothed as he pumped into me.

But after a few thrusts, he let go of me. I must have look surprised as he laid down next to my shaking body. What had just happened?

"Kitten, you know I don't want to hurt you. But I did want to see that moment when you let go and trusted me." I blinked and bit my lip in an attempt not to cry. He was testing me all along. Stupid, stupid girl. He was testing me.

"You've been away and focused on a lot of other things the past few weeks, right?" He turned to look at me and I nodded. He looked back up at the ceiling. "Well, now you're back here with me and I think you need to refocus. You've been out of your element and you just need to be retrained a little bit."

He turned on his side to look at me. I was quivering, trying to hold my shame and disappointment in myself on the inside but I was failing miserably. More and more tears were leaking down the sides of my face.

"Oh, little one, don't cry. You just needed a reminder," he cooed as wiped away my tears. "You needed to feel me over you and to feel yourself letting go."

I sniffled and my breathing calmed. "Are you mad at me?," I whispered in my smallest voice.

He laughed softly. "Of course not. I am happy to see that you're finally back with me." He pulled me to him and kissed the top of my head. "Now, up on your hands and knees..."