A/N: This story isn’t super explicit but it’s also def not sfw so in the GWstories it goes! My restlessness has been insane lately so enjoy the product of my late night writing <3
Some days, I need to be handled rough. There’s no rhyme or reason behind it–at least that I’ve ever been able to understand. Just that every so often, the time comes where my body craves pain, depravity, the sense of danger and helplessness. But I’m a responsible adult, so I’ve been told. I can’t just go throwing myself into dangerous situations for kicks. So, I create them for myself.
**”Choke me when you get in the door pls. ??? I need to be roughhoused.”**
Read with no response. I put down my phone and let it slide off my back; he wasn’t in the mood that often anyways. By the time 6 o clock actually rolled around, I had forgotten entirely about the text. Chores had taken up my time; I was just leaving the laundry room when I heard the front door unlock directly to my left. By the time he opened the door I was already in the kitchen, setting up the sink to do dishes.
“Welcome home, my darling!” I cooed, looking over my shoulder at my beloved. I could never get enough of the sight of him right after work, tank top showing off his toned arms, oil splattered all over, and the immense relief that covered his face every time he kicked off his shoes for the evening.
“Hey, my cutie,” he replied, opening up the laundry room door that I had just closed. I turned back to the sink.
“Your gym shorts are in the dryer,” I told him, moving all the dishes to one side of the sink so I’d have room to work. “I meant to have them done when you got home but I forgot to start the washer because, well, I’m silly. Oh, I need new dishwashing gloves by the way! These ones have a hole–”
I felt it before I saw; his arm snaked beneath my chin and squeezed, the curve of his forearm pressed perfectly against my windpipe. Dishes clattered in the sink, instantly forgotten. I tried to step back and was met with his brick wall of a chest, unyielding to my escape. I was pinned, his arm was constricting tighter, and the panic started to kick in.
*”Babe.”* He squeezed tighter, reducing my resistance to a wheeze. Together we took a step back, then another. I reached up and grabbed onto his filthy forearm, feet kicking helplessly for traction against the kitchen tile as he dragged me backwards, into the gloom of our tiny laundry room. He reached around me and pushed the door shut, cloaking the tiny room in darkness. Then, with me trapped and unable to escape him, he finally loosened his grip. I sucked in a deep breath, but his arm never left my neck. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Need me to play rough with you?” he asked, teeth and hot breath grazing the tip of my ear. “Is that what I heard?”
This was a game. This was a role play, and I was meant to play the desperate victim, but I was never a good actor. Especially when all of my blood had drained from my head and flowed down elsewhere. *”Yesss.”*
“Little slut.” He tightened his grip again, squeezing my neck in the crux of his arm and letting out a pleased growl at my pathetic whimpers. “Dirty whore.”
His low growling was melting me like ice, my squirming slowly fading to a heavy lull in his arms as though accepting fate. Sure, I knew he’d never hurt me of course, but that was the best part: being afforded the luxury of truly letting my guard down. No struggling, no kicking, just tilting my chin up and letting him crush me into submission, wheezing short, insufficient breaths until he finally decided to give up and leave me wanting more. I would always want more, no matter how much he gave. Insatiable. Spoiled. Dirty whore.
With the same quickness that he used to seize me in the kitchen he released me, catching me with his free arm when I nearly collapsed in surprise. Once I was on my feet he let me go, and when the door opened again and the light poured in, I saw his face composed, quietly amused. He toyed with me, like he had done so many times before, ramping up my heat while he kept cool. It was even in his voice as he teased me. “Now she won’t leave me alone because I got her saucy.”
I offered no rebuttal, no argument. Just got behind him and followed like a good girl to the shower.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/il57st/fm_i_asked_to_be_treated_rough_and_a_princess
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