Intense Relationship Power Play: A Billionaire's Obsession

" Don't touch me." Trish hisses. My hands wrapped tightly around her long hair and each time I tug, my thick cock split her open. Her nails dug deeper into the thick plush carpet and her knees hurt from the rug burn. " You fucking love it bitch. You come home dressed as a slut and expect to be treated like a princess!" " You broke up with me remember!" Trish hisses. She closes her eyes, anticipating my hand that is about to slap her ass. I give her what she expected and she hates herself for enjoying it. I slam into her six more times. Trish counted. Each thrust hurt more then the last. Her body reacts in pleasure. On the fifth thrust I exploded inside her. I grind my cock inside her in small circles, forcing her to feel how throbbing hard she makes me. I then pull out and stood up.

" If we're not dating then you don't live here." I said those words quietly and then walked into the bathroom. she lay on the bed room carpet trying to move her body. Her hair roots hurt from when I yanked on her hair. Her butt hurt from the spankings. Those are all physical injuries. Luckily I never left bruises or marks. It is the emotional pain that hurt more. Trish sat on the floor and thought about the last few months of us getting back into a relationship. It had started nicely enough. A romantic dinner followed by a movie. She remembers clearly how intense our conversations were and when I asked her over for the night She couldn't say no. The sex has been amazing. Trish remembers waking up feeling completely and utterly satisfied. Then things changed.

She woke up smelling waffles. Her body is stiff and sore and she remembers why. Sliding out of bed she slides on one of my t-shirts making her way across the plush carpeted floor into the kitchen. She smiles as she sees me putting a waffle on a plate. The table is set for two with a single yellow daisy in the middle. The vase is white with red hearts wrapped around. " Hi." Trish said quietly. I look up pulling her into my arms. "Am I forgiven?" I ask. As I hug her she winces. Her shoulder is radiating pain down her arm and the scene of me yanking her arm behind her back made her remember why she hurt. " Yes baby."

We sat down and ate in silence. Trish forgives easily. It is her biggest weakness and I had learned that quickly in our first relationship. After she finished eating she grabs both plates and did the dishes. Just as she places her hands in the hot soapy water I press myself against her back. " You are gorgeous Trish," I whisper. My tongue tracing circles against her neck and she grips the counter lifting up on her tiptoes. One hand reaching around her hip as my other hand pushes down my shorts. I enter her slowly so she can only gasp. It is slow jabs. A deliberate motion. Trish turns her head and we kiss. It is a romantic kiss. It is in that moment that all her physical and emotional pain is wiped away. As we made love our bodies relaxing and when she came so hard she drops on the tile floor, we both know she has forgiven me.

" Who was the guy?" I ask firmly. Trish spun around and her face drops. Thankfully she had already opened her car door and that made her feel safer. " You kicked me out remember? Why should I tell you." She spit out the words, not caring how bitchy she sounded. " I miss you baby. So much. Please take me back." I step forward and she let me hug her. My body engulfs her and all she can do is hug me back. " I didn't mean to slap you. You are the most important person in the world to me." Trish nods letting me slide the gold necklace around her neck. The diamond is large sparkling against the streetlights. She feels the cold metal against her bare neck and she knows it cost a fortune. she smiles. " I know baby. Let's go home." The drive home is in silence. Trish kept reaching up to finger the beautiful piece of jewelry I have given her. Her mind races with thoughts and she knew I meant my apology. When we were in our first relationship I lavished her with very expensive gifts so she reasons that this is my peace offering. Trish accepted it and later that evening as she cries out in pleasure we both knew things are back to normal.

" I fucking hate you." Trish slaps my face hard, not caring if she left a bruise. She ducks as I stumble towards her and slap her. Trish knew it would leave a mark and in that one motion she knew things have gone from bad to worse. " I hate you too. You are a complete bitch." My words are muffled as she steps backwards she knocks over the glass vase with the little red hearts. It smashes on the tile floor. " I should never have let you move back in. You're more trouble then its worth. At least you suck cock but not as good as Natalie." Trish glares at me as something takes over her body..She rushes at me and tackles me to the ground. She knew exactly what I'm talking about. Natalie had boasted about sucking a guy's cock completely. She bragged he was almost ten inches and Trish had listened intently, loving how horny and slutty her friend was. Trish now realizes she is a bitch, almost admitting to her that she is off blowing her former lover.

As I slam to the floor Trish yanks down my basketball shorts swallowing my cock. Trish is a better cocksucker then Natalie is and I had no right to suggest Natalie is better. Trish pulls back and swallows again. Her lips touching my pubic hair as her chin nudges my balls. She swallows again. I grunted and moaned, tugging on her hair. She knows the power she has and this is the only way she is going to win this argument. Trish pulls back just as she feels my balls tighten. She pulls up her shirt aiming my cock right at her breasts. I came and lay back. She leans over glaring at me. " Say I'm better." " Fuck off." " Say it." " No." " I'll bite you."
" You can't live without me." Trish growls as I said that biting down hard on my neck. Her back arches as I tug her hair hard. Trish tugs on my hair as we roll around on the floor. For each kiss we give each other we return with a violent outburst. My cock is buried deep inside her pussy. She feels how hard and hot I am.

She knew she came twice. Each time she did I held her mouth shut. She bit down on my fingers and when I exploded my teeth dug so hard into her shoulder that I drew blood. She had to wear a turtleneck for a week. The bite marks healed and the scratches on her body went away. She knew it wouldn't be the first time I left marks but she had done the same to me. I grumbled about having to wear a long sleeved shirt to work. Trish smirked. My back is covered in scratches from her finger nails and I had bite marks on my fingers. Trish knew I had to think up a good excuse in case anyone asks but she didn't care. We'll either stay together or be lovers forever. No one else can put up with someone like us. We are like a tornado and a volcano. Separately we are dangerous and powerful, together we are lethal. So far no one has gotten hurt but us. Trish likes it that way.

She is terrified and horrified. I had caught her, as she is jogging in the woods. I ran her down like a wolf chasing a deer. Once I had caught her, I had put my gloved hand over her mouth whispering in her ear that I would hurt her if she struggled against me. I dragged her through the brush, out onto the road and up to my car. Now I had a cloth in her mouth and her hands tied together with zip-ties. Laying in the back seat of my car, I slowed and made a right-hand turn, I drove slowly for a little distance, then stopped the car. She hears me unbuckle my seat belt and sit still for a second. She hears me take a deep breath and the creak of the leather seat as I turn to look at her, my prey, helpless in the backseat. She sees me open the door and hears the crunch of my boots on the gravel outside as I step out of the car. Once the door is closed again, she can not hear or see anything distinct. Maybe my footsteps fading away, maybe not.

It seems like an eternity, then I open the car door at her feet. Deftly, I seize her ankles pulling her across the soft leather, out into the cool, damp night. Trish stood up instinctively and it isn't until she has been led into a house, she considered that she should have resisted while she was outside. With my hand on her wrists behind her back, she is directed through a large room. Then down a hallway. Now, a door swings open and a light is flicked on. Trish is led across the room and I told her to sit down. My voice is deep and rough, beautiful, and rugged. She sat down on the bed and is left alone in the room with the hum of the florescent lights. She watches me leave and close the door, she should have struggled to get free. She sees me returning to the room, I must have taken my boots off, I'm very quiet. I click on a smaller light and flick off the long, bright bulbs. I sit on the bed beside her and I run my fingers through her soft hair that is hanging down.

Trish's mind is racing with questions. What is he going to do to me? The anger is building up and her swirling questions are stilled with my next statement. Again, in that beautiful, unforgettable voice, I spoke: " I need you. I need you to be honest. I'm sick of frauds and liars. I want an honest response from you. I need it. I need to know..." I trailed off. I cleared my throat and cut the ties from her hands. She did not fight me. She is stunned by my words. Gently and caring. I lift off her hooded sweater over her head. She complied with my unspoken directions. She sat on the edge of the bed as I slipped off her running shoes without untying them. She laid back on the bed as I untied her jogging pants pulling them down over her hips and off of her feet.
Still and silent, Trish remained laying on the bed, in only her sports bra and panties. Trish had been jogging, yes, but she is 'fit'. She has wide hips, a nice ass, breasts that she is satisfied with, and an soft belly, but she can never get the tone that she wished she could after having our twins. She is beautiful. She has a hot sexy body. Here she is, laying back, somewhat clothed. She has been shocked by what I had said and it is still ringing in her head 'I need you to be honest.' She is snapped back to reality when she sees and feels a cold metal blade quickly sliding between her breasts and her bra popping open from the strain of her bosom. She quickly brought her arms up to cover her nakedness. This action earns a gruff grunt of satisfaction from me. Quickly, I slice the sides of her panties and she frantically grabs for them as I pull them from between her thighs.

" Oh fuck..." Trish hears me say under my breath " you are beautiful." Trish is certain that her whole body blushed at my statement. She is so humiliated and terrified at being dominated for the first time in our relationship. My rough hands slide under her lower back as I rest my face against her stomach. She feels my beard stubble sharp against her soft skin. Now she is truly dazed. This is not what she is expecting. The thought ran through her mind that in our off and on relationship since 2001, has always been a power struggle even our love making has been a power struggle. We have never been gentle in our love making, we have always had rough sex. Trish did not move. She breathed as shallow as she can and made no sound. She is sure that her heart pounding in her chest will drown out any sound that she did make, but she isn't taking any chances. I took a deep breath and stood up, Trish watches me undress and my clothes dropping to the floor. She tenses up and resumes her attempts to preserve her modesty as best as she can with her hands.

I suddenly part her legs with my knee and kneel on the bed between her legs with one foot still on the floor. Trish clamps her legs shut on my knee and is rewarded with another gruff chuckle. In one motion, I take one of her wrists in each of my hands and pull them over her head so that I'm now face to face with her. Tears of anger and shame roll down her cheeks and she is glaring at me. I breathe her smell in deeply and sigh a satisfied sigh. Then I brought my other knee up separating her legs so I can see her pussy. I'm almost overcome by my lust for this beautiful woman-a woman who gave me twin boys, has no reason to lie, no reason to impress me- I nearly took her right then. I resisted. I must remain in control.

My whole life is about control and my relationship with Trish is a power struggle for the one holding the reigns. First, I went to law school and established one of the largest law firms in the country. Then I ventured out on my own, starting my own company and rocketing the company to an International conglomerate. Rocketing to the top of the business ladder as a powerful CEO and Billionaire. Reflecting, I realized that I'm happiest when I'm slaving away for my own interests. My arrogance, ego and womanizing destroyed my six marriages to beautiful women, some of those marriages gave me children. I have maintained good relationships with all my ex-wives including sexual relationships. There was a time when nobody cared who I was and had no interest in sucking up to me. Now it is just a parade of moochers and Yes-Men, plastic sluts and gold-diggers. Now I have a staff who tell me where I have to be and when I have to be there. What I have to do and say and what I have to wear. Fuck, wouldn't I like to go back to that other time long ago. Trish and I meet in 2001 when I hired her as my financial and investment adviser, we became sexual involved. We have never married, maintaining a relationship as lovers off and on for thirteen years.

Laying beneath me, holding her breath, Trish is hoping that this pause is conscience kicking in. She has no idea what is going through my mind, but she has always been an optimist. Slowly and purposefully, I lower my body to meet hers, positioning my hard cock at her soft slit. I feel her tense up and I hear her draw a sharp breath. I feel a pang of guilt, but I need this, I need her so badly. " John, you bastard, what are you doing!" It is no use. I have no intentions of stopping. I'm going to go through with this because I'm in control. I need to be in control. Trish is in pain, she is longing to get satisfied...and she can't wait any longer...
laying completely naked...Breathing hard, feeling small drops of sweat running between her breasts, her nipples upright...the muscles in her thighs shaking...legs spread apart...she glares at me and without saying anything she urges me to proceed...to come down on her...to fill her, to move into her...my breathing is faster and got faster by the second. I crawl over her, moving like a lion, ready to ponce at my prey...looking down on Trish, seeing the need, seeing her pleading for melting with me...sweat on her upper lip...I bent down, feeling my cock head touching her stomach...

Trish moans in agony, she wants more now..." Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me now John!" She screams. I move my cock down...painting a wet line over her stomach, into the pubic hair...down...Smell filling my nose. A scent of lust...wet and deep, fulfilling...Then my cock touches her pussy lips and I knew Trish is...more than ready...so I lower myself down...I ram my cock
into her... only part way in...I look down at her and her face is without control..." You bastard...fuck me...Now John...I...I can't...I can't..." Trish's breathing is rapid, she is on the verge of hyperventilating...her mouth open, saliva dripping down her teeth...Warm breath touches my cheek and I lower myself a little more...my cock slides in a little more...so I'm now half way down inside her...
That is all Trish can handle...She grabs my butt pulling me all the way down...I thrust hard driving my cock all the way into her...filling her...her face changed from anger and pain into fulfillment...she smiles...breathing faster...sweat covering her face...
then I move...I move up...staying for a second...only to push myself again into her wet opening...moving faster...then slowly again...pushing my cock into her hard and deep...filling her...moving in and out...I support my weight with my arms, pushing deep into her...pushing...out...the vaginal lips framing my cock...rubbing over it...Trish is screaming...longing...wrapping her arms around my chest...digging her finger nails into my back...hugging me with her legs, pulling me deeper, sheathing and unsheathing my shaft letting me out...feeling her clitoris being stimulated by me...Emotions...long forgotten...emotions of warmth...emotions....no rational thought what so ever...She presses her lower body against me...pushing, letting herself down again...till we are one, till our rhythm is one...again in ...out...Trish screaming again...loud...louder...breathing faster and feeling her vision being dimmed...
It is like a drum...moving faster, faster...so that no one is able to see the drumsticks anymore...like we had a goal...we came closer...moving as one body...shouting names...screaming...pain, pleasure...Trish had forgotten that she is angry...her only goal is to climax...her destiny...I'm slamming into her like piston pushing faster, feeling pain...till...She sees it coming, feels it coming...louder she has...sweat covering her body...her breasts hurting...her pussy in flames...Only a moment, a brief glimpse in time separate us from our destiny...pushing, pushing...hurting...longing...And then....the explosion...In one final push our hips colliding...her orgasm fulfills her, running through her body from her vagina to her brain...back...and again into her very existence...Her breathing slows down...marginally...slowly...her eyes closed...With a howl like an animal I stopped moving.

Trish feels movement, I stopped moving, my scrotum went into overtime. It iss contracting and relaxing repeatedly. Then came the sobbing scream from Trish. " OMG...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH." Stream after stream of cum fills Trish's womb....the contractions continue and with each contraction came a low sobbing " ah" from Trish and a loud grunt from me. After about the twentieth contraction of my scrotum, the tight seal her vaginal opening had round my big cock failed under the pressure that is building inside her. Now thick white semen is seeping out, my balls are big for a reason and they are fulfilling their purpose by producing an uncanny amount of sperm to Trish. After about 20 more contractions, the contractions stop. We are a mess. We are drenched in sweat from head to toe from the rough fucking Trish received and the rough fuck I gave. Both our loins are plastered with thick white cum

After thirty minutes, I stand before her, salivating at the sight of my naked lover before me like a whore. She is small compared to my six foot four inch stature, Trish has hot sexy assets. A round and firm ass that constantly is ogled by me and other men, though untainted. Somehow, she has managed to keep me from fucking her ass. My eyes move up her slim waist, then they finally settle upon her round, perky tits. They aren't the biggest in the world, but I like the size. They fit into my hand easily and made a good squeeze. Not to mention the fact that her tits are a good fuck when I want pleasure and didn't feel like pleasing her. Trish's tight pussy is tucked away between her lush thighs, both of which are closed firmly against me. " Good fucking slut," I said, grabbing her hair to pull her high up onto her knees, standing before her with my cock hanging out of my pants. " Suck it. That is what you want, isn't it?" I shout at her.

" John, no, please!" she begs, trying to back away from me as I grab the back of her neck. " Please, I don't like it. You know I don't like it. John, please, anything but this." Her eyes move from my face to the thick member before her. It is something that I liked to boast about whenever I fucked her. That I was nine inches in length and almost 4 inches around. Gray and black hairs circle the area and is something that she constantly tries to avoid. Trish hated the feeling of my cock in her mouth and the bitter taste of the skin, combined with the foul and salty taste of my cum. It is enough to turn her stomach just from the thought of it.
Letting go of her hair, I use my free hand to stroke myself for a few seconds. " Then why don't I take you up your perky tight ass then? Been dying to pop that little cherry like I did your other one years ago," I said with a drunken laugh, trying to force her around. However, Trish shook her head. Her mouth opens in protest and I took the chance to force myself between her lips, going until she gags. My hands knotted in her long hair, using it like reins to control her head. I love the sound of her muffled chokes, picking up a good pace as my balls start to slap against her chin. I'm going to force myself down her throat tonight, whether she likes it or not.

Her eyes watering and tears rolling down her cheeks slowly as I force myself into her mouth over and over again, choking her to the point of almost blacking out. My long organ slowly moves through her mouth, pushing further back to hitting the back of her mouth. Eyes grow wide as I sharply tilt her head and grip her hair tightly. " Suck it you slut. All the way down, you bitch. And you better not disappoint me or I am going to make you pay for it," I growled thrusting my length into her more completely, my mushroom head pressing down into her throat. It tasted terrible, smells terrible and she feels sick to her stomach. Yet I didn't stop and she can't say anything, my cock buried deep in her throat, gagging her with each passing second. Slowly, I untangled a single hand, grabbing both of her hands, and forcing her to rub my balls, thrusting into her again. Shaking her head, she tries to bite down onto my skin to make me stop, only to get a sharp slap to one of her breasts, making her gasp in pain. That however, allows me deeper access in her mouth and throat.

Finally, I spill my seed deep into her. With a couple of slow thrusts, I pounded into the back of her throat before pulling back to rest my cock on her tongue, my cum sliding over her taste buds, shooting my load into her mouth, grunting in pleasure at the feeling. As soon as I pull out of her to rub myself, Trish starts to spit my cum from her mouth. I growled and gripped her nose with two fingers, thrusting back into her and rubbing myself to milk every last bit into her mouth. I'm going to let her get off with only one simple shot, but the bitch is going to play dirty. Trish tries to breathe, but I had blocked off all sources of oxygen, forcing her to swallow it all or pass out from lack of oxygen. Slowly, she swallows my seed, her stomach turning from the sickness of it all. I reeked of scotch and my cum tasted salty, drying her mouth out quickly. Finally, I pull out with an evil smirk and she chokes, her spit sticking to

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