It has been a war. My hair dishevelled. My lingerie in tatters in the corner. My tanned complexion marked by bruises. My head spinning. But all of it is worth it, because I know for every ounce of pain I have worked through, you’ve taken two. Duelling hands clutching each other’s hair, scalps burning. You catch my cheek with one slap, I take it with a scream and return fire with two ruthless slaps of my own.
“Bitch. Fucking. Take it. Like the used up slut you are! Who’s the better bitch, bitch? Say. My. Name.”
With that, I make my play. A shove with my knee. Throwing my weight forward as I fight to bully you onto your back. Wrestling you into the schoolgirl pin, my knees on your shoulders, my ass flattening your proud breasts. Your eyes forced to meet my gaze.
“Say it bitch. Tell me what I want to hear.”
