When Love No Longer Makes a Difference

cj

    This particular day Marissa had only two classes at school and was back home by 10 am.

    She grabbed a glass of orange juice and a granola bar and powered up her computer. Her messenger was on while she did some homework. Luckily the phone was quiet on the billing and collections job. She worked straight through lunch and  was pleasantly surprised when MasterTrojan�s message appeared.

    He greeted her with a long passionate kiss. "Hello Marissa, how are you today?" he asked as he smiled at her. She returned his virtual kiss just as passionately and replied "mmm � wonderful, thank you."

    "Sleep well?" he added. "mmm �yesss, thank you" smiling as she replied. He laughed at her.

    He kissed her again harder�slipping his fingers through her hair forcing her head back slightly. "You know I can get real nasty sometimes?" he whispers in a soft voice to which she replied "Oh?"

    "Uhuh" he nods kissing her roughly on the mouth.

    "You like it nasty Marissa? I wouldn�t want to scare you away" Jake continued talking to her this way.

    Puzzled by this change, Marissa asks "What exactly do you mean Jake?"

    "Well c�mere and just maybe I�ll show you" he replies laughing softly at her and adds "you know I won�t hurt you. Trust Me"

    Despite the tremendous fear she felt as her chest tightened and her heart raced, she also felt an undeniable lust for him perhaps even the stirrings of love for him.. She nodded and smiled at him taking the hand he was offering her. He lead her to the bedroom, paused at the door and let her pass before him slapping her ass playfully as she did. He followed right behind her shutting the door as he entered. She stood at the edge of the bed looking towards him . He pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth...his hands kneading her ass roughly as he did. Without a word, he threw her down on the bed and began tearing her clothes off like a mad man. Having done so he straddled her body and began pulling off his shirt. Getting up on his knees over her he pulled off his jeans only (commando) and pulled one leg at a time out leaning against her for support throwing his clothes in a heap over hers on the floor. He leaned  towards her and kissed her hard again, his tongue pushing through her lips and down to her throat as one hand slid behind her head while the other twisted and pulled at her nipples then slid behind and grabbed her ass squeezing it hard. Growling sounds emerged  from his throat as  he got off her and twisting his fingers in her long brown hair with one hand, pulling her up off the bed with the other. He slams her into the wall pushing her upper body into the wall while he spreads her legs apart with his foot and pulls her ass out back towards him. He thrusts his pulsating hardon into her cunt and dry fucks her savagely making her cry out; the unexpected swiftness of his fierce assault startling her.

    "Are you my lil fuck bitch, Marissa?" "My slut?" he growls at her. Her eyes widen in surprise and perhaps a little fear as he talks to her this way as he continues slamming into her. "ANSWER ME, cunt!" Her body begins to moisten itself in natural response to his slam fucking her making it easier for her to respond. " Yes?" she whispers uncertainly  as he tights his grip on her hair pulling her head back just that much more . "Yes WHAT bitch?" he screams as he pulls back harder on her hair "Um..yes, sir?" she quickly answers. "That�s good, slut ~ you catch on fast. Now just don�t cum until you have My permission!" he adds in a much deeper, strict voice ~ one she was unfamiliar with and totally unprepared for.

    With that she began to cry a little, confused and scared at this side of him she had never seen before. Again he whispers in her ear taunting her as he fucks her hard against the wall. "Daamn cunt" he moans "you feel sooo good on My cock.." "How I�d love to slam it up that tight virgin ass of yours to teach you what a real man feels like".  At that remark, Marissa shivered and groaned in fear as she had  never considered anal as an even remotely pleasurable act. At this point she was crying. He was really beginning to scare her.

    "That�s it slut ~ crying just makes it so much better for Me" and with that he leaned forward planting a soft sensuous kiss on the side of her face. His fucking took a new easier pace. Then, as if to change his mind., he withdrew his cock from her, neither of them having reached a climax yet . His hand still entwined in her hair he pulled  her along to the bed and pushes her down on her back and mounts her in one smooth move slamming his cock back into her. His body pinning her to the bed; with her arms bent and the palms of her hands against his chest crushed beneath him, her hips grind up into him taking him deep inside. After several minutes his pace quickens dramatically and she begins to quiver and shake beneath him. He almost shouts " YES .. yes �fuck Me slut! .. My whore ..My princess� cummmm for Me NOW!"

    She moans as her orgasm rips  through her . Her body trembles and her legs stiffen around him as she bucks wildly up on his cock . He drives into her ferociously and begins to feel himself stiffen with that familiar ache as his balls tighten and he shoots his hot venom deep inside her with that last forward thrust. "fucccckkkkk!" escapes his lips with one last  growl before he falls onto her squishing her beneath him; his cock still buried between her legs. He rests on her a moment before he pushes up on one elbow and looks down at her tear stained face.

    He kisses her softly and sensuously on her bruised lips. " My dark side, 'rissa" he offers by way of explanation. " I believe had this  been real�you would know you had been fucked good when you awoke in the next morning and probably a few days after" he chided her with a slight arrogance she had never heard in his voice before. Marissa forced a smile up at him not quite sure what to think after just having been through such an intense cyber with him. Her panties were soaked! She came for real without even realizing it.

    He smiled and kissed her again holding her in his big strong arms. "So do you think you could handle being called  slut?" he asked her teasingly. Marissa answered " ...  that if anything she was no slut�a whore maybe�but never a common slut and a princess always."  This type of talk, of course being prompted by his arrogant attitude. She smiled back to push his buttons and then asked if he could be her whore.

    "NO!!!�YOU NEVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!�DO YOU HEAR ME  slut?" he roared. "I AM A DOMINANT!!"

    Taken aback by his tone and  realizing he wasn�t kidding and was truly offended by her question, Marissa apologized profusely. The last thing in the world she had wanted to do was to offend him.

    Then, regaining her composure, she told him that he had scared her. Although at times, she found it very exciting, hoping to truly flatter him a bit to improve his mood and get herself off the proverbial hook. Marissa asked him if it would be possible that in future he would please explain what he wanted so she could be better prepared. She also wondered if he always pinned his lovers down so. She couldn�t participate much being crushed that way and felt bad about it. She went further to comment about how his lovemaking seemed angry and asked  if he was angry at her for something. With that he exploded and logged out. She thought at first that he had booted but since they both were on cable servers, she thought that a slim possibility but gave him the benefit of the doubt.

    After ten or 15 minutes went by, Marissa realized he was indeed angry now and this in turn angered her. How dare he leave in the middle of an argument? No one walks out on me that way! She went to read her email to distract herself while she waited for him to cool off and perhaps return. She looked at two really special cards he had sent her proclaiming his "love" for her and just lost it. She returned them to him to spite him saying she felt them "moot". She also proceeded to tell him off in offlines vehemently saying she would not pay for all the wrongs he had suffered by all the other women in his past both on and off line. Then he reappeared. He had been invisible. His sneakiness drove her into a frenzy.

    He asked, "Are you quite finished?"

    As if being hit by a pail of ice cold water, she stammered "Yes".

    He then added firmly "Had this been for real, Marissa, and you pulled this temper tantrum with me, I would have grabbed you, bared that princess ass of yours and spanked your ass so fucking hard�you wouldn�t sit for a week. Do you understand that?"

    She merely looked at him, speechless. "I�m sorry Jake" she offered and added in that little girl voice, unsure "please forgive me."

    He muttered something about how she would never make a good sub. With that he said he thought it was late and she had better get to bed and that he would speak to her tomorrow. He bade her "Sweet Dreams" and kissed her "Goodnight" and "Poof" he was gone.

    Marissa, too upset to sleep, decided to make a web page whose address she could leave as an offline for Jake to wake up to the next morning; Saturday ~ his day off. She designed something very simple, very romantic and poured her feelings out to him, tastefully without any groveling or desperation. Just a reassurance that she cared for him and was truly sorry for freaking out on him and again asking for his forgiveness. 

    She had shown it to another friend who had come online to say hi�a cool lady who was very close to Marissa.. Jake meant a lot to her, she needed someone�s objective opinion. She needed an opinion of someone she respected and Kitty was just that. Kitty read the page and told Marissa it was very good and the sincerity of it all had made her tear up. "So yes�send it to him, he will have no doubts as to how you feel about him."     

    And that raised another question in Marissa�s mind. One that she had been avoiding. How did she really feel about him?    It was this moment that Marissa, not just SweetThang, realized she had fallen hopelessly in love with this man. She sent the page off to him hoping he would see this too. She was truly terrified at this admission. She adored and loved this man even more so than she could remember loving the nincompoop she had lived with for four years in real life. After a couple more hours fussing to make sure the background ~ a simple single rose on a black background ~ and the text were "just right" she sent it off and retired to her bed. Exhausted and frightened by her feelings for him, she cried herself to sleep that night.

.../ Chapter Five