Does It Hurt?

Priya let out a playful, slightly drunk laugh as Adam drove them home. Her head was rested against the cold windowpane and she was wearing a smirk, her eyes set on the dark and empty road.

Adam faced her, smiling as well, his white teeth dazzling in the barely lit car. Then, he looked away from her again, back at the road, yet not losing his happy expression.

Priya’s eyes wandered to Adam. She looked at his face for a few seconds, before leaning close to him. Her hands massaged his shoulders, neck, then stroked his cheeks, careless that she was distracting him.

Apparently, Adam didn’t care too much either, as he was smirking, yet keeping his eyes on the road. The night was dark, no soul seemed to be outside this late.

Nails digging into her boyfriend’s neck, Priya told him, “I wanna play a game tonight.”

“What game?” he asked, still grinning, eyes focused on the road.

“Who cums first, loses.”

Finally, Adam uttered a sound of laughter, facing her just once. “What?”

“That’s my fav game,” she confessed, her voice a little different than usually, as if she was specifically trying to tease him.

“Then, how come we haven’t played it yet?” he asked, as quick-witted as always.

“Because the loser will be the winner’s slave for an entire night.”

Suddenly, it was quiet inside the fancy 20s car.

“We’ll play it when we’re home, won’t we? Babes?”

He faced her, his expression stern, almost emotionless, as he told her, “Sure. But be careful, dollie. I play to win.”

Priya backed off, placing her head near the windowpane again, and let out a dirty laugh. As if, somehow, she knew better.

The couple arrived at Adam’s place, left and locked the car, entered the house and walked into the bedroom without any intervals. Priya immediately pulled her dress off of her body, getting rid of her underwear and in the end even kicking off her heels.

Adam did the same in the meantime, but he was wearing a lot more than her, so it took him longer to fully undress. He asked, when finally pulling down his pants, “And what exactly-”

Priya interruped him, immediately grabbing her favorite part as soon as it was free, and rubbing it recklessly!

Adam flinched, unprepared for the sudden touch. He let her do it for a few seconds, before realizing “No!”, and sliding his own hand in between her legs.

In response, Priya kneeled down immediately, getting rid of his hand by sliding down, yet not letting go of his dick, putting it into her mouth without a second thought.

Taken by surprise, but still in control, Adam grabbed his girlfriend’s hair and pulled her head away, then sliding down himself, his lips searching for the spot between her legs.

He found it, and so did she, again. They ended up on the floor, in a 69, which didn’t last long – Priya was absolutely needy and wild, an actual expert at this game, with a natural biological advantage. So it was no wonder that he finished before her.

Priya’s eyes lit up, her mouth forming a grin the moment she saw his defeat. “Loser.”

“Fuck,” Adam cursed, breathing heavily, yet visibly angry.

Priya stood up and faced her boyfriend with a grin. “You’re a loser, Adam.”

“You didn’t play fair.”

She just laughed loudly. “Accept you’ve lost, handsome.”

“I’m tired.” He got up as well, grabbed a tissue to clean himself, wiping off the proof of his defeat, and walked towards the bed, obviously a sore loser, in no mood to celebrate her victory.

Yet, Priya blocked his way. “Uh uh uh,” she uttered, showing him an outstretched pointing finger that was forbidding him to get to bed. Instead, she ordered, pointing, “Stand there”.

Adam rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed, both about losing and having to give the control he craved away to her, but did what she had told him by walking to the middle of the room.

“Finally,” Priya said out loud with a smirk when approaching his closet, having put her heels back on. She opened the drawers, the smell of fresh laundry meeting her nose, and grabbed something that’d clearly showcase her intentions: a brown leather belt.

Adam’s eyes widened when he saw it in her hand. “What the-”

“Turn around.”

“Priya. What the hell,” he just said.

“Turn around. Come on, you’ve lost!”

“What, you want to hit me with that?”

Her lips curled into a sadistic smirk. “You scared?”

His response was an offended facial expression, one that clearly showed her question had hurt his ego. “No.”

Still, Priya’s smirk was present. “Then show me.”

He rolled his eyes and turned around, facing the wall and presenting her his unclothed, vulnerable back.

She didn’t wait a single second. Priya reached back, holding onto his belt tightly, and smashed it against his right shoulder blade!

Adam flinched, hissing in pain as his tan skin reddened.

Priya was wearing an entertained smirk. “Aww, does it hurt? Good.”

Without warning, she hit him again. And again. A few times, ignoring his hisses, before asking, her smirk still present, “And, babes? Does it hurt?”

Adam clenched his teeth and told her, “No.”

She laughed loudly at his arrogant lie. Then, hit him again. Harder. “And now?”

“…Nope.”

She laughed again and hit him another time, demanding, still amused, “Admit it hurts!”

Silence, then, “You can’t hurt me, dollie.”

It was the last word that made her kind of angry. Constantly, Priya and Adam were fighting over the dominant position in their relationship. And now, when she had quite obviously earned it, he wasn’t even accepting it, rather lying and calling her cute names as an attempt to subject her. That bastard.

Priya let her anger overtake her, hitting him more often and as hard as she could, stopping, finally, when his entire back had changed colors, being harmed faster than it was able to heal, and when a bit of blood was running down his back. She breathed heavily and waited for an answer.

“…Is that all you can do?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Turn around.”

He turned around to her, hands covering what was between his legs, body looking relatively unharmed. Yet, a close look into his eyes gave it away, the ordeal he had just went through.

“Hands away!” Priya ordered cruelly.

Adam gaped. “No…”

She looked at him, intensely, her expression somewhere between angry and amused. Yet, dangerous in every way. “Are you scared? Coward.”

“I’m not!” Adam claimed, suddenly indeed a little angry.

Lastly, Priya smiled sweetly. “I won’t hit hard, I promise.”

Reluctantly, he took his protecting hands away.

She reached back and…

“OWWW!”

Priya laughed, absolutely entertained as she watched her boyfriend falling to the ground, hands between his legs. “Sorry, babe, but you had to learn the hard way. You were asking for it.”

He curled up, obviously uninterested in facing his girlfriend when the only thing he could focus on was the unbearable pain that was possessing his body.

Priya kneeled down next to him, wearing a smile that did somehow show empathy, her hand stroking his cheek. “You okay, baby?”

“Tomorrow,” he breathed. “Tomorrow you’ll wish you hadn’t done this.”