Sweaty And Sticky

ELENA'S POV;

He didn't waste time smashing his lips on mine as he ripped my shirt off. Now I was beginning to see his brutal side. Thank goodness I was wearing lingerie underneath. I always made sure to wear it because we would certainly find ourselves in this sort of situation. I don't know how he did it but he ripped my trouser too. That trouser was thick, too thick to be torn by anyone but him...for how long had he been training to get this tough?

He looked in between my legs and I was getting a bit conscious of my body. I was really sweaty and felt sticky, but he didn't seem to mind at all. He just stared shamelessly at my vagina as he lowered. My fingers were clutching his hair as he moved closer to me. Then he looked up, directly into my eyes and made sure he didn't take his eyes away until he kissed me in the cat. I gasped even though the fabric separated his lips from my skin. Then the next thing he did was to shift the lingerie to the side and kiss me again. I wanted to clamp my legs shut but he kept them still and began to eat me out then he kissed me again.

"Remember what I said before?" He asked as he licked me. "I kind of forgot, what did I say?" He didn't stop licking and teasing me.

"Y...you sa...said I shouldn't complain...or make a sound." I said.

"Good girl. Don't disobey." He didn't make it easy for me though, and of course, it was intentional. I was desperately trying hard not to whimper, but how could I help it when the intensity was almost unbearable for me to take? I breathed in and breathed out, my eyes shut as I licked my dry lips. The smell of earth wafted into my nostrils. The breeze coming from outside the window really changed the atmosphere. It wasn't as though I was in a training room anymore. My jaw dropped before I breathed in, trying not to make a sound. The weather was colder, together with the pleasure in my lower region, causing me to shiver.

I believed it was going to be raining again soon because the subtle and relaxing smell of the weather filled up the room. I found myself rocking my hip against him. He groaned. I was right, the rain began to splutter against the window, bit by bit. The sound of it was getting even more intense and adding more intensity to the situation at hand. He suddenly stuck a finger inside me and I whimpered without even attempting to control myself. I couldn't take it anymore. He paused. I paused too, realizing what I just did. Then I looked down. His eyes were already staring at me before he slowly rose, staring at me intently. He tilted his head, asking for an answer.

"I...I..."

"I gave you a simple task." He said, his voice had become quite low again.

"I didn't mean to..."

"Shhh... just fucking get on your knees, and do as I say." He ordered. I quickly got on my knees and waited. "What are you waiting for?" And I quickly went ahead to unbuckle his belt. I fumbled with it a little but managed to remove it and do my favourite thing, pull him out without taking off his trousers. I squeezed his cock, loving how thick and veiny it was against my hand. Then I looked up at him, he seemed a little affected by the fact that I was squeezing him. He groaned a little afterwards as I began to stroke him. I didn't suck him this time. Just kept stroking him with my hands. Then I spat on it, trying to make it slippery as I continued stroking. His groans and grunts were music to my ears and it was then I understood the reason he asked me to stroke him.

He was punishing me. I could feel the ache I felt in my core was enough to explain it all. He knew me even better than I knew myself. He knew this would affect me in so many ways and yet...I shut my legs as another groan escaped from his lips. I needed him...badly. But he seemed so lost in the moment that he didn't even hear me whimper. Or maybe he heard but chose to ignore me.

"Antonio." I moaned and he opened his eyes, slowly, before facing downwards to look at me. I was still stroking him but...

"Did you call me?" He asked like he was unaware. He was doing this on purpose. He knew I was getting affected. I bit my lip and it was then I saw the smirk on his lips. It was so dangerous and unpredictable. What was I to expect after this? "Keep stroking." I didn't stop though and soon his cum was all over my breasts and face. He knelt down rubbing my chin a little. "Let's go to sleep princess." He'd been calling me princess more often than not these days. He still called me slut though, but that was when we had intense sex. It was almost like...this night was a different one for him.. because I knew him and knew how he responded to most things, especially sex. But I don't understand why he suddenly lost his mood because tension filled the air after this.

"You can go to your room." He stated and that shocked the lights out of me.

"What do you mean go to my room?" I questioned and instantly wished I could take the words back when he glared sideways at me. Why the sudden mood change? What was going on in his head? I stepped away from him a little but didn't take my eyes off. The change was just so abrupt and obnoxious. It made me want to know what was going on in his head. What had suddenly come over him? I watched as he walked down the corridor leaving me to stand alone. I felt wounded. Did I really deserve to be treated that way without an explanation from him?

I decided to go back to my room that night. The lights were on already and my bed was as arranged as I left it. It felt so lonely here. Even though I had everything I needed, I didn't have Antonio. His mood swings always triggered my emotions. They made me scared that he would hurt me. Why does he keep making me feel this way? Why does he keep making me feel loved one moment and unimportant the next? What was I to him really? I needed answers to my questions. Why did he keep giving me mixed emotions? I stepped into the shower and had a bath before closing up the shower and stepping out. I slipped and fell. I was really hurt by the impact. Tears dropped from my eyes, but it wasn't because of the fall. I sobbed uncontrollably. I'd gotten too attached to him to continually treat me this way without considering my feelings.

The rain still spluttered heavily against the window. The sound drowned my sobs. I thought I was stronger, but this man kept me on my knees. When I tried to stand, my legs wobbled. I gently crawled into my bed, naked. I didn't want to sleep in a robe because the night was cool. I just took my duvet and spread it over my body and before I knew it, I'd drifted off to sleep.