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We both have our anger management strategies. She knows to proceed with caution when she comes home to me vigorously chopping vegetables while blasting Nine Inch Nails. I’d never turn my anger on her, but frustration tends to be an omnidirectional weapon. We respect each other’s techniques, and only intervene when things get out of control. If she sees me begin to Hulk out, she’ll yell, “Stitches,” to remind me of the time I hurled a knife into the sink in an uncontrolled fury and it orbited the rounded steel to come right back at me.

So, I’m not exactly shocked when I come across her ripping a cardboard box to pieces in the garage. She breaks things sometimes, but never anything crucial. I enjoy the periodic TV remote upgrades, and I use any holes in the wall resulting from thrown water bottles as an excuse to paint and redecorate. She hates how those divots remind her of losing control, so I love to watch her face light up when I’ve changed the room around so she doesn’t have to look at where the dent used to be. By the time I do it again, she’s forgotten about the last one.

When the box is confetti I expect her to take a deep breath and center herself, but there’s no peace to be found for her. She looks around for something else to destroy, but nothing presents itself. “Hey, do you wanna talk?” I ask.

She growls. “No! I mean, yes, but not now ’cause … ahhh fuck everything!” She smashes her fist onto the work table beside her and immediately turns her back to me, but not quickly enough to hide her grimace of pain. After a few huffing breaths, she casts her eyes around once more, and I see them land on a sledge hammer I used to break up some old concrete in our yard.

I step toward her and put a hand on her shoulder. “I know you’re angry and trying to find your way out, but you need to calm down before you hurt yourself badly or destroy something that you can’t replace.”

She spins to face me, jerking away from my hand. “Fuck you! I’ll destroy whatever I want!”

“I just want you to think about what happens after.” I scratch the scar on my jaw pointedly. She punches my chest, but she couldn’t hurt me like that if she tried, which she did. I suck down a deep breath and loom over her. “That’s enough,” I rumble in the voice that she usually loves to obey. I reach out to take her by the elbow, but she pulls away from me again before kicking me in the shin.

I grab her by the shoulders and spin her to face the work table. One firm hand on her back shoves her facedown on it. She struggles and grunts, but she doesn’t supply the one thing I’m listening for, the one thing that at all times makes me freeze. I spank her hard half a dozen times with her pinned in place, leaving my hand on her ass after the last one.

Her physical protestations rub her cute little butt all over my palm, and I suck down a lungful of air as my mouth starts to water. I squeeze her cheek tightly for a moment before I let her up. She spins quickly to face me, eyes dark with anger, but I’m already sitting on my heels, so her eye lasers fire harmlessly over my head. I enjoy another handful of her ass as I pull her onto my shoulder and hoist her into the air. My arm behind her calves restrains her legs as she drums out a rhythm on my back with her fists. I reach across my chest to paddle her ass again several times, harder than before, finding one of my favorite enticements – the fleshy resistance of her body beneath my hand. She howls, but the pounding on my back stops. I carry her inside and directly to our bedroom.

I throw her on the bed and immediately cover her, pinning her arms and legs. Her desperate struggles smear her body against mine. I harden quickly, guiltily, worrying about how much I enjoy it until I force myself to acknowledge that she still hasn’t given me her safe word, which means she’s right where she wants to be.

I can not strip her without letting an arm or leg loose, and she fights me the whole time with what little of her body I release. Once I have everything else off her, I flip her face down and sit on her heels to yank her panties down her legs. Some stitches rip, and I can not keep the satisfied, hungry smile off my face. While she tries to pull her legs free I consume the creamy flex of her clenching ass with my eyes, spoils for the victor of hand-to-hand combat.

I hoist her hips into the air and paint her ass pink with a dozen hard swats before I stand beside the bed and strip quickly. She stares at me with sullen eyes. “On your feet,” I tell her, but she remains obstinately still as her eyes narrow.

My aggression flares at the audacity of her making me hurt her. I reach down and grab her by the hair. She smacks and tugs at the arm that’s dangling her as I pull her upright and off the bed to shove her against the wall. My hand brushes her hair back from her ear and holds her in place. I paddle her ass, looking for a scream with every smack, which she diligently provides. When I’m satisfied with her beating, I press my hardening cock firmly between her cheeks, and she gasps as the stinging in her ass flares. That doesn’t stop her from wriggling in my grip. Her futile struggles turn me on even more the second time. Absolute power corrupts.

“Only bad girls destroy things,” I inform her. She freezes and sucks down a ragged breath when I lean down to nip her earlobe. “Since you need to destroy something so badly, you’re going to help me destroy my favorite thing to destroy – you,” I tell her with my lips on her ear.

I rub the head of my dick against her entrance. “Put that dick in you and fuck it hard. I want to hear how soaked you are and how much you love getting destroyed. I want you to punish yourself like you deserve for disobeying.” I see her jaw clench, but otherwise she doesn’t move at all. “So, you’re gonna continue to be a bad girl and not do what you’re told? I guess I need to remind you who’s in charge.” I grip her hips tightly and shove every millimeter of my fat cock into her with one brusque push.

She howls as I hammer at her, giving her no time to adjust to my invasion of her body. Her sopping pussy tells me everything I need to know. I pound her as hard as I can, and she screams the whole time. I never shy away from destroying my good girl, but there’s something extra in the fucking I’m hurling into her. Her anger and violence found parallels in me, and I feed it right back to her, cramming every bit of destructive energy into her sweet, submissive pussy.

After she comes, I pull back until just the head of my dick is inside her. “Do you know who’s in charge now? You’ve been a bad girl, and you will be punished until you can show me you’ve learned your lesson. Now, are you going to fuck yourself with my dick like I told you to, or do I have to give you another demonstration?”

She’s whimpering a bit from the orgasm that just shook her to pieces, but that’s her only answer. Another round of spanking softens the uncooperative look on her face, but I know a better way to change that expression. I don’t bother to tell her what I want. I smack her ass one more time, harder than I have since we started. Her mouth flies open in a gasp, and my grip on her hair drags her mouth onto my dick.

I fuck her mouth roughly. She pushes against my legs, but we have a safe signal too, for those times words won’t do – three loud claps. She never gives me that sign, just tries to push herself away from me and pull her mouth off my dick, neither of which I allow.

After roughly fucking her throat for a few minutes, I can feel her strength begin to wane slowly. It’s not long before she’s only bracing herself against my legs. Eventually, her arms drop away. I fuck her mouth slowly, holding her head in place and taking what I want from her.

When there’s no resistance left from her, I pull her face up to mine and slip my arms around her. She plants her elbows in my chest, burying her face in her forearms – her lack of resistance revealed for the ruse it was. After a moment to catch her breath, she starts to struggle in my grasp. My favorite submissive still has some anger powering her.

I spin her to face the bed, grip my dick with one hand and her hips with the other and slam my cock into her again. She wails with the sudden intrusion. I dig my fingers into her hips to drag her off my dick and fling her back down the length of me again. My hips stay still as I shove her body up and down cock. Her arms flail and her teeth clack as I use her as roughly as I can, which is certainly not rougher than she needs.

I discover a source of strength I didn’t know I had as she begins to scream constantly. My hips join the action, and I’m immediately fucking her twice as hard. Every pop of her ass against my hips seems deafening, somehow even louder than her wailing. Instead of concern that I’m hurting her, her howls drive me wild with a need to fuck her even harder.

I freeze to see her reaction and to gauge the situation. Her hands go straight to mine, trying to pry herself loose. She gasps loudly when I bury myself inside her. Her arms drop, and I return to hammering her. The next time I check, her hands again go to mine, but she doesn’t have the strength to try to escape. Since she still has the energy to consider it, she needs further punishment.

Back to fucking her as hard as I can. She screams through several orgasms. One resistance check sees her reaching out to the sheets to pull herself away from me and onto the bed. The next gets cut short when she tries to walk herself off my cock and her wiggling hips stroke me just right. I stop caring how tired she is, instead opting to fuck her how I want.

Finally, she’s a rag doll as I cram my shaft into her with every bit of energy I have left, her dangling torso bouncing upward with every impact. Atypically, the screaming stops when she comes. She freezes, not quite perpendicular at the waist, and her pussy clamps down on my dick. I keep hammering at her, and her convulsing body drags a load of my come into it.

I hook an arm around her waist and hoist her onto the bed, pulling her back against my chest. I can barely hear my pulse thumping in my ears over our desperate need for air. There’s no resistance from her as I press soft kisses to her neck and shoulders while everything slowly returns to typical.

She spins in my arms to face me, soft contentment written in her smile. Nothing needs to be said. Her fingers drift slowly through the hair on my chest, scratching lightly at my tattoo of purple roses over my heart – her favorite.

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