Twisted Love

I was nervous. I was running late and he hates when I’m late. I knew if I didn’t show up it would be worse for me later on so I just went to face my consequences. I pulled in the driveway and scattered about my car trying to get the keys from the ignition and grab my bags. I didn’t knock, I just went right in. I dropped my bags, startled; he was waiting for me on the couch with an evil look on his face. It scared me.
“Where were you?” he demanded.
“I got out of work late. My last customer was a handful and we couldn’t close until she left.”
“Well that sucks for you.”
He stood up from the couch and pointed for me to stand in front of him. “Take off your pants, underwear too.”
I did as I was told and unbuckled his pants. A devilish grin crossed his face as he pushed me to my knees. I grabbed his cock and began sucking gently on the tip, fluttering my tongue inside. He guided himself deeper down my throat and I thought this would be an easy one. I was wrong. He grabbed a chunk of my hair, pulled it then rammed his throbbing cock down my throat, choking me. He laughed.
“You should’ve been on time.”
Tears fell down my cheeks. He’s choking me. I can’t breathe. He finally relented and pulled out only to slap me across my face. He dragged me into the bedroom and leaned me over his desk. He forced himself in the back of me and I let out a tiny scream.
“Is that too much for you?” He asked.
I nodded.
“You have one minute to go in the bathroom and find something to fuck yourself with. I’m going to watch and pleasure myself and hope you do it right. Go!”
This scared me. I didn’t know what the hell I was supposed to grab so I thought it’d be funny and I grabbed a box of sponges.
“Here.” I said.
“Tough girl, eh?”
I was confused so I looked at the box. Steel mother fucking wool. I don’t even know what happened next or how I ended up on the floor but I remember crying.
“It’s too late now. You grabbed them. Fuck yourself. Do it!”
I laid on the ground, swallowed, closed my eyes tight, and began fucking myself with a pad of steel wool. It ripped and it tore. I was crying. He was off to the side, watching me intensely as he stroked himself. I guess he finally had enough of me doing it when he grabbed the pad out of my hand and started ripping at my insides. He covered my mouth so my screams wouldn’t be heard. He was scrubbing me with steel wool. Tears ran down my face and I kicked my legs and tried to push him off and he finally stopped.
“Lay here. I’ll clean you up.” He said.
“What?”
He came back carrying a wash cloth in his blood stained hand. He started to clean me up when I realized he had doused the cloth in rubbing alcohol. I let out a blood curdling scream.
“There, there. Almost done.”
He finished and let me lay naked on the bed. After everything was cleaned up he climbed into bed with me and he held me. I was sobbing quietly because I didn’t want to upset him. He gently wiped away my tears and told me to look him in the eyes. He whispered: “I love you.”