The Tigress and Her Mate

“Ah you are a good fuck,” the man looming over her smiled, staring into her teary eyes. There was fear mixed in with some disgust. He loved to see that look on her.

“P-Please leave me alone,” she said, scampering to cover herself with her blanket to somehow put a barrier against her and the man.  Her limbs ached from the movement as it would after a night that she spent with him.

“Hey, now that is no way to talk to your boyfriend,” the man said leaning down to kiss her forehead.

The woman was once again surprised even though it was always the same. He would fuck her until she would almost become senseless and then sweet talk to her to make her forget all about it.

“Then why do you always do this Vlad? My whole body hurts,” she complained, her eyes burning from the lack of sleep and the tears in general that had not once stopped since he had started to ‘fill her with his love’.

“You are just too weak, Vev,” he sighed in an almost annoying voice, making her shrink and look away embarrassed.

“I am sorry,” she said, believing it to be her fault. Since Vlad had always been perfect then it must be her. It had always been her; she had been such a loser that no one liked her, not her family or her friends at school.

But Vlad did, so she needed to make him happy no matter what it took her. Even if it meant that her body was used like a rag doll.

‘He only does this because he loves me.’

“You should be,” he sighed, weaving a hand through her hair. “You know how much effort I go through for you, right? You don’t appreciate me enough.”

His face was handsome as always as she peered at it in the glow of her night lamp. She didn’t know if she loved him yet but he did and she wanted to love him too but there were moments that scared her.

Suddenly gripping her hair tightly Vlad jerked her head back making her suppress a yell as the blanket fell from her palm and showed a bit of her bare body. “You are so lewd, Vev. One tug at your filthy hair and you start moaning like a wanton slut again.”

It was moments like these which made her question everything.

“Oh but I love you for that baby,” Vlad said once, climbing over her body and kissing her. She wasn’t ready for another round. Her body had been aching too much to even breathe properly.

“Please not anymore,” she begged in between the rushed kiss, her voice slightly raised. She realized her mistake a little too late by then Vlad had already replaced his lips to his hard calloused hand pressing down on her mouth. Although the kiss had been suffocating it had still been better than this painful and forceful suppression of her air supply being cut off.

She wanted to thrash around but she knew she would only be making it worse if she did and so lying still she waited for him to let her go.

“Are you fucking stupid? What would happen if your mother came in now?” Vlad hissed looking towards the door in expectance. The thought scared her because her dear Mom had no idea that she had a boyfriend much less that she was fucking him under the very same roof that they both lived in.