Chapter 3 Hurt him

Margaret's POV

My limbs were sore but I liked just how sore it was-sore enough to leave an imprint of the person that caused it. The last thing I remembered was eating lunch with Raymond but now I was on a bed. I woke up to see bright light cutting through the room, and my hand flew to my eyes on instinct to protect them from the light.

A part of my heart was eaten by guilt, but overall, I was completely fine. No traces of all that had happened the day before and I felt glad for that. My plans worked accordingly and right now, I was in the space of my all-time adversary. A gentle tap on my thigh made me slowly and reluctantly peel my eyes open. Last night would easily be said to be my best night ever.

I felt closure from all angles of the world. My sleep was great and so was the sex. Raymond was beyond good last night that I lost track of the number of orgasms I had. He took me to heights I never knew existed and most shockingly, I wanted and still want more. Blame my wild hormones.

I was sore, deliciously sore I must add and even though I could barely walk, I wouldn't think twice if he asked that I put my leg on his shoulders.

"Wake up, Maggie" Raymond's baritone reverberated against my bones, pushing me to wake up.

"I don't want to" I whimpered, using the sheets to cover me up.

"Gosh, I feel so jelly"

"That should be my fault and I'm sorry. The thing is, it is past noon and I thought you would feel more refreshed if you have a bath and eat. Medications wouldn't be a bad idea too" after what he said about noon,

I immediately zoned out on him, how the hell did I sleep for such a long time? I hastily kicked the sheets away from my body and hurried to do my morning routine, which was now an afternoon routine.

"How are you feeling?" Raymond asked me the second I came out of the bathroom.

"Sore... I feel sore" I answered and slummed lazily on the bed.

"Should I provide you with a soothe?" he asked with concern laced in his voice but I also didn't miss the suggestive tone in it.

"I'm not sure what your plan is but no..., I'd pass" I snickered and Raymond showed me his puppy face which in my opinion was ridiculous. It was funny as fuck.

"Uhm, don't you have somewhere to be?" I shook my head in negation.

"Then if you don't, I have somewhere I want you to be" he snickered.

"You want to wear me out, yeah?"

"If that is what you want then why not?" Goodness, I couldn't I was going on a daily duty of unwavering streak of sex with this man.

In contrast to my previous thought, I had not got the leisure to skirt through. Maybe I would dive off to plan B or make a sub Plan A. I was out of time and I needed to think fast.

"Come here," Raymond said, interrupting my thought. His hips started to gently move, and I felt him getting harder inside me again. He kept kissing my face and talking.

Those thoughts made my head flood with anger again. His moving body was getting on my nerves, causing the fury in me to rise. Raymond pulled back for a second and looked me in the eyes...

"What are you thinking about, Margaret ?" he asked, his eyes searching for an answer in mine.

"You don't want to know. Now get off me already!" I jerked, trying to escape his clutch, but he didn't budge. His eyes were cold again-the king had returned -and fighting him made no sense at all.

"I want to be on top," I said through clenched teeth, grabbing his buttocks.

"I'll always be on top of you, Margaret. Far above you and your plans. But if you think going on top of my dick will satiate your present urge, then by all means"

"Oh, wow" Raymond watched my face for a while longer, finally draping his arm around my waist and turning us over, never slipping out of me.

He drooped, lifting his arms, just like I had a while ago. Slowly I rose above him, falling back down onto his hard cock. What he had said startled me, but at the same time, I grew disoriented. I was still angry, too.

I clamped my right hand over his cheeks like a vise and pinched hard. His eyes stayed closed, but he started to clench and unclench his jaw. Steadily, I lifted myself and slid right back down, letting him slide deeper inside.

I wanted him to know what I felt. I needed to punish him for everything. Hurt him. And I only knew one way to do that. I pushed myself up, and when he felt what I was doing, he opened his eyes. I shot him a warning glare and went to find the bathrobe by the door.

His seed was dripping down my legs. I dragged my finger through it, gathering some of the sticky cum, and licked it off my finger, keeping my eyes trained on Raymond. His prick started to throb.

"You're sweet," I said, licking my lips.

"Want to try?"

"I'm not a fan of my own taste, so I'm going to have to pass," he replied, disgusted.

"Sit up," I ordered, sitting astride him. Calmly, Raymond did as he was told, crossing his arms behind his back, as if knowing what I was about to do.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked me in a tone more serious than normal.