"You are so weird sometimes," I said with a laugh. I rolled my eyes exaggeratedly. "Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with you."
"Because you love me," Hank said, nudging me in the ribs with his elbow.
"Hey, that hurt," I said. I gave him a shove and he laughed when he didn't budge much. It's hard to shove a guy who has more solid mass than you do. I only really managed to push myself to the side rather than him. "Are you laughing at me?" Hank laughed some more and I attempted to shove him again. This time he used my momentum and pushed my forward onto the sofa. I gave a shriek as he topped me, his fingers finding my ticklish spots and I wriggled under him, limbs flailing but it's hard to get some good hits when you're stuck on your stomach. "No fair!" I howled. I twisted and managed to land a solid smack over his check.
"What the fuck?" Hank said, pushing himself up on his hands. "What the hell was that for?"
I glared at him. "For tickling me," I snapped back at him. I wriggled a bit more to get out from under him only to topple unceremoniously and unladylike onto the carpet. "And," I said, getting to my feet and fixing my ponytail, "For laughing at me."
I started to walk away when hands grabbed me from behind and Hank spun me around. "And so you hit me?"
"Yes," I said, determined to stick to my guns.
He grinned at me. "Well, slap me again, you little bitch," he teased, "Go on, I dare you!"
I stared at him. He sounded like he was teasing yet I was intrigued. "You dare me, huh?" I asked, arching an eyebrow at him.
"I dare you."
And I slapped him, right across the face. Hank blinked, definitely surprised that I hit him and his grip on my arms tightened.
"Is that all you got?" he leered. "And here I thought you had more fire in you, pretty wimpy."
I scowled at him and hit him again, this time hard enough to make his skin go from tan, to white, to that livid pinkish-red. My hand stung from the blow and I waited, breathless, my heart thudding in my chest, waiting to see what he'd do next.
"You little bitch," he growled. He whirled me around and slammed me into the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. "Who the fuck do you think you are, you bitch?"
I bared my teeth at him, struggling in his grip. I tried kicking out with my legs but Hank maneuvered his body so my kicks couldn't hit their targets. With some more struggling, he got my wrists pinned above my head, clamped in one hand.
"Fucking bastard," I hissed at him. He slapped me before grabbing my chin in his hand. I growled and twisted my head aiming at his hand with my teeth. I caught a finger in my mouth and bit down and Hank yelled out in pain.
"You little fucking bitch," Hank growled. He slammed me into the wall once then twice, leaving me breathless and dazed. "You did not just do that."
"Maybe I did, what're you going to do about it?" I challenged, my body aching now.
Hank narrowed his eyes at me. "You want to get slapped, don't you?" he asked, leaning in close.
I felt my cheeks warm at the shame of being discovered. "So, what if I do?" I said, thrusting out my chin.
"Fuck that," he said, letting me go. "You don't get what you want like that." He stepped away from and I glared at his retreating back.
"Fucking basta-" I didn't get the whole word out. Hank whirled around and pinned me against the wall. My eyes were wide as I stared up at him and I swallowed nervously. Did I push him too far?
"You like it rough, don't you?"
"What's the big deal?" I said. I could feel the words bubbling up before I could stop them. "Not man enough to do anything about it?" I knew that we were heading into un-chartered territory but I was game for it. "Well?"
"You know," Hank said, pinning my wrists above my head. "You really are a little bitch." With his free hand, he pushed my shirt up and squeezed my breast and he fished into the cup of my bra to find my already-hard nipple and he squeezed it hard between his fingers. I gave a low moan, my body shivering in pleasure.
"No one's ever complained about it," I managed. I snapped my teeth at him, taking arm at his arm and he lightly smacked my face. "And what is it with the biting?" Another smack. It wasn't a hard slap but it wasn't a light one either and my cheek stung and burned. "So what are you going to do? Just hold me here, grope me?"
Hank just smiled at me then suddenly I was in a loose chokehold. I could still breathe but at any moment, Hank could easily cut off my air supply if he wanted to. My whole body quivered as he held me, hand hands gripping his forearm as he lifted me gently up onto my tiptoes. "No, I'm a little bit more creative than that," he said. He started walking, slow steps so I could keep up with him without my feet dragging. He took me down the hall and into the bedroom. I was excited beyond belief, the slight cut in blood flow to my head and the migration of much blood to other places made me feel light-headed.
He rummaged around in my dresser than in the night tables next to my bed until he came up with something that I had totally forgotten about: my handcuffs. When he dangled those in front of me, I gave a shriek and started struggling again. By a fluke of fate, I wriggled out from his hold but I didn't get that far. Hank just reached out, grabbed the back of my shorts and hauled my back in, and with a few quick jerks, he had me how he wanted me and my hands were cuffed behind me.
"Bastard!" I shrieked, whirling around to try and get at him. Hank danced away from me, laughing as I chased him out of the bedroom. "Oh, you think this is funny, asshole?" I shouted at him. We got into the living room and I chased him around the sofa. He had many things going in his favor: the longer legs and the fact that he didn't have his hands cuffed behind him. But as fate had it, I tripped on the carpet and fell over the arm of the sofa, leaving me in a somewhat compromising position. I was attempting to right myself up when Hank came up behind me and he pressed a hand between my shoulder blades, keeping me down. "Lemme up! Lemme up!" I demanded. He pushed down a little more, raising my feet off the ground so their kicked out randomly and he laughed. "God damn it, Hank, this is not funny!"
"Oh, but it is, it is," he said. I felt his other hand slide up along my thigh, his fingers digging into my flesh. His hand made its way between my thighs and an involuntary groan slipped from my lips as he rubbed my very excited pussy through my shorts and panties. I would bet big money that he could feel the dampness soaking through. His fingers dug into my pussy, pushing the material hard against my clit and I squirmed under his attack. "Oh, this is very funny," he said. His hand moved and he undid the front of my shorts and he pulled them down. His hand went back to between my legs and he pushed aside the crotch of my panties then pushed two fingers deep into my soaking pussy.
"Oh fuuuuuck!" I cried out, my toes just about curling.
"Kas, you are a horny little slut," Hank said, twisting his fingers in me. "Look at this, you're so fucking we already." He pulled his fingers out long enough to shove them in face, under my nose so I could smell my own juices and see the glistening white liquid that coated his fingers. He pushed his fingers between my lips and I tasted myself as I licked and sucked his fingers clean. "God, look at you go," he said. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and I gave a sound of protest with quickly melted into a moan when he pushed his fingers back into my pussy. He curved them and wriggled them around. I squirmed, my back arching and my hips trying to thrust back against Hank's hand.
"Fucking tease!" I howled, squirming even more. "Oh God damn it, just fuck me!"
"Sorry, but no," Hank said casually. A third finger made its way into my pussy and I groaned again.
"I hate you," I said, my voice muffled by the sofa pillows I was hiding my face in.
"I know you do," Hank said, twisting his fingers even deeper. His thumb found my clit and he ground it down against my pubic bone and my legs shivered as I felt my skin warm to boiling hot.
He teased and tortured me like this for God knows how long. I pulled at the cuffs, hoping by some miracle I'd get free. I squirmed under Hank's hand, kicked out my legs, begged, swore, threatened, and begged again.
"You stupid bastard," I swore, my entire body shaking. I felt like one big nerve that he was playing with. "You stupid fucking bastard." His fingers pinched my clit and I gave a low hoarse shriek. "Just fuck me you evil prick." My pussy was sopping wet. I could feel the juices just oozing down my inner thighs.
"You know that patience is a virtue, right, Kas?" Hank asked.
"Shut up," I muttered. It was bad enough that he was doing this to me hand-in-hand with the fact that I only came one out of twenty times during sex, but now he was being all aggravating about it. "Please, I'm begging you, please just fuck me."
"You really want it?" he asked me.
"Yes, please, for the love of God, fuck me!" I screamed at him, my energy renewed at the prospect of finally getting fucked.
"Fine then," he said. He yanked off my shorts then grabbing the chain of the cuffs, he hauled me up to my feet and frog-marched me to the bedroom.
With one sharp push, I fell back on the bed and he was on me, his hands finding their ways up my shirt to grope at my breasts. I fought back, wriggling under him, but without my hands free I was doing nothing.
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