That night, you and Rose share a much-needed session of me-time in your bedroom.
Rose, beneath your desk, stares contemptuously up at you as she sucks your cock. But she knows better than to speak. One of me-time's many ritualized components is that the person beneath has no rights: no right to whine, bellyache, or complain, no right to even speak at all, and absolutely no right to stop servicing the one above for any reason. Because the one beneath is not a human. They are a meathole, there to be used as a masturbation device, no matter how long it takes the one above to cum. Thus: "me-time."
This leads to gamesmanship. Rose, sucking you off, brings all of her well-honed techniques to bear during these sessions: getting the tip of her hot pink tongue between foreskin and frenulum to swirl it cruelly around, flexing her esophagus around you on the downstroke, letting her drool run freely into your lap until your cock is so wet that it feels like it's in a warm puddle. Tenderly massaging your balls with both hands. And making herself gag on you because she knows you like the sound of it. All calculated efforts to force your orgasm as early as possible. That's how the one beneath fights back, by trying to bring it to a quick ending. It's a skill she's been developing since the first time she sucked you off under your computer desk at the age of 15.
But you, above, scrolling through your favorite doujin -- you take sadistic pleasure it staving off orgasm as long as you possibly can. In making her stay there on her knees, under you, servicing you, well past the point of discomfort. Past the point of discomfort for both of you. You always hold your cum until it actually aches to keep going, until the decadent pleasure of Rose's throat perversely becomes a punishment of its own. Like everything with you two, it's a struggle for dominance that hurts both sides. This is the true, veiled purpose of me-time: that struggle, sweetly excruciating, of master and slave.
But Rose's cunt of a mouth is just too much. Her suckling, slurping, gagging attention turns your brain to mush and makes you woozy with the sexual thrill of it. In stark and simple terms, she makes your cock feel really fucking good. You scratch her head like rewarding an obedient pet. Since she has both hands busy tickling your balls, she can't swat you away. Her big hazel eyes stare unblinkingly up and shimmer with something between hate and pride. She blushes through the sheen of spit on her face. She's such a beautiful whore. That sight -- not your porn, but Rose's spit-covered face that hates and loves you, makes you squirt her throat full of sperm.
As soon as you're done and reality sets in -- that reality is already hitting you in the face. Now it's Rose in the chair, and you beneath.
She's as sadistic as you, and takes twice as long. Her squishy thighs clamp around your head and she mashes her overheated pussy against your face. Again and again, nearly suffocating you. Your entire world is winnowed to that leaking little, sweet-smelling slit right in front of you. "Lick me," she grunts cruelly.
You have to obey, that's the rule. You lick her.
"Lick my asshole too, Alabaster. Lick it thoroughly."
You have to obey -- it's the rule.
She sighs deeply and squirms in the chair, enjoying the sensation of your rimjob. She plays with her tits and presses her legs oppressively into either side of your head. She's gonna crack your skull like this.
She cums in your mouth the way you came in hers. And you have to swallow; another rule of me-time.
After she's done, and she's basking in the afterglow, she leans back onto her tailbone and takes a few minutes to rub her stockinged feet all over your face, as if walking on it -- and although that's not technically in the rulebook, you suffer it because you know it means you'll get the bend the rules the next time you're on top. She coos at you while you suckle her toes. You're sure the look you're giving her from below is just as contemptuous as the one she was giving you -- and so of course she must think it's cute.
Somehow this humiliation makes you hot. When she least expects it, you stand, and push the chair away from the desk.
"A-Alabaster?" She stammers, no longer haughty, but suddenly frightened.
You dump Rose onto your bed, hike up her skirt, and fuck her violently. No more foreplay and no more talking, just raw animal need surging through you.
There's something about forcing your cock past the springy resistance of a hot, wet fuckhole over and over again that you will never get sick of. And Rose's fuckhole is best in class, soft enough to cushion the force of your powerful thrusting, but rubbery enough to squeeze back against you. She must do exercises to keep her little pussy so nice and tight for you. She's such a good cunt. You rear back all the way each time, drawing yourself out of her almost completely, with just the very tip of your freely drooling mushroom head poised at the entrance. This gives her cumdump pussy a microsecond to close, to seal itself off. And then you plunge back inside, to the root, tearing her open. Over and again you give her vicious full strokes that bruise her delicate insides. The way she likes to be bruised inside.
You purr. Like a cat, you purr your contentment -- and bite down on her shoulder. She gasps. You taste then a trickle of iron-rich blood on your tongue, but that doesn't deter you at all. You just lift your mouth, and find another spot closer to her neck, and bite her a second time. As you thrust and rut inside her, your heart overflows with glad feelings. There's a warmth in your chest that reflects the happy pleasure circling like electricity around the circumference of your horny cock; you're glad for the much-needed relief Rose's hole provides for you. Paradoxically, you're full of unfiltered aggression too. Your veins burn with a crazed lust. It's the overwhelming need, manifesting as anger, to rape this tiny hole full of cum, to fuck Rose's ass into the mattress and turn her into nothing more than a seat of pleasure for your dick.
What you growl at her, between nips at her neck and shoulder, reflects this paradox raging inside you: "Fuck you. I love you. You stupid fucking cunt bitch. I love you so fucking much." You run your hands through the hair on the back of her head, grasping her tightly. You fuck her and snarl tender obscenities directly into her eardrum.
Rose is sighing, drowning in the pleasure of getting raped. Her mouth hangs partway open. In an airy voice she demands: "make me pregnant... knock me up..." Her hands find your sweaty back with twin slaps, and she holds onto you for all she's worth, nails digging into your flesh. She bucks her hips in tune with you. Her pussy shudders and you dump your second load of the night straight into her womb. It feels like your soul is leaving your body through your cock as you empty your nuts completely inside her. The way Rose screams as you give her your cum must mean she feels the about the same. You can almost hear the sperm sloshing around inside her belly -- and, feeling dizzy, all you can do is lie atop her as your spurting cock breeds her out.