Have me, Abuse me
By Destiny Wild
Copyright 2011 Destiny Wild
Smashwords Edition
The events and dialogue presented in this collection derive from the author’s own imagination. This work of fiction does not portray characters or incidents from real life situations. Any resemblance to actual occurrences is purely coincidental.
Fucking Him by Force
“Did you mail the Christmas cards yesterday like I asked you?”
Doug looked up from the book he was reading and leaned back against the couch to get a better view of his wife. “Yeah,” he replied. He could see her fairly well if he leaned back far enough. Judging from her posture, he knew that a fight was about to spring up.
“Really?” Lana asked. Her voice was laced with a drop of venom.
“Shit,” Doug muttered. He could tell from her tone that he had just been caught.
“Because I just found them right here on the kitchen table,” Lana continued. “Found them exactly where I told you they were on your way to work yesterday. And what did you say to me?”
“I said—”
“You said you’d mail them. You said you would stop at the post office during lunch and get stamps, and then drop them in the mail so that they would make it to people before Christmas.”
“Jesus, Lana, I forgot, okay?”
Lana huffed and then threw the stack of red envelopes onto the table. “You forget everything. You forget to take out the trash, you forget to pick up my dry cleaning, you forget to mail the Christmas cards—”
“I’ll mail them tomorrow!”
“It doesn’t matter now, Doug. They won’t make it on time if you mail them tomorrow, which is why I wanted you to mail them yesterday. Stupid idiot.”
Doug slapped his book shut and tossed it onto the coffee table, letting it slam a little harder than it had to. He couldn’t help it. Every day it seemed like she was finding new things to scream at him about, new things to badger him about. What happened in their marriage that she had become such a bitch over the years?
“Don’t start calling me names,” Doug said. “I messed up. I’m sorry. Why do you have to get so fucking worked up all the time?”
“All the time? What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I’m sick of you riding me all the damn time! And not in a good way. God knows that never happens anymore. Just get off my back.”
“Oh, so now we don’t have sex enough, Doug? Typical.”
Doug stood up and took a deep breath. She was pushing his buttons. He had to get away from her before he said something he would regret.
“I’m running down to the store. We’re out of ketchup. I’ll be back later.”
Lana just shook her head and sighed. She knew that she had said a few things that she shouldn’t have, but she couldn’t help it. His laziness and inability to listen to simple requests drove her insane. So, she didn’t even try and stop him from grabbing his keys and slamming the door behind him as he walked out. She wanted to get away from him just as much as he apparently wanted to get away from her.
They had been fighting a lot lately. Over the last year the arguments had gotten larger, even though the subject matter had gotten smaller. They fought over everything. It didn’t matter how minute the topic was, or how ridiculous it seemed afterward. She had developed a short temper, she knew it, and there didn’t seem to be anything she could do about it.
The sex comment really had been uncalled for. She wanted to have more of it, but she was just never in the mood. How could she, when Doug was always ignoring her small favors? They didn’t really matter in the long run, but to her it meant that he respected her. If he would just pay attention and do the small things she asked of him it would make a world of difference.
As she always did when Doug ran away from their problems, she plopped down onto the couch and grabbed the remote control. She needed to escape. Mindless television was the best way to get away from her life and her stress. She could immerse herself in a soap opera and enjoy other people’s drama more than her own.
She tapped the power button and the TV flicked on to life. The picture was blurry for a moment before coming into crystal clarity. Her mouth dropped open and she stared in awe at a shrieking petite woman being fucked from behind by a muscled, tattooed man wearing a leather mask.
The camera suddenly changed views before she could react, and she was now looking up from underneath the pair, getting a close-up view of her vagina as the rock-hard cock slammed into her again and again. With each plunge of his thick dick, she shrieked again and again. The muscle man was fucking her hard enough that with each shove Lana could actually see a little ripple run through the woman’s proffered ass cheeks.