Hard Hitting Questions Novels & Stories

“You can’t question me. This is the first and last time I’m warning you.” I managed to nod my head with difficulty. He let go of my throat and quickly turned me around. "No answer, sweetheart?" He pushed my front against the wall. The side of my face was pressed against it. He used his one hand to stretch my legs and gave me a hard smack on my ass. “Ahhhh!!!” I shouted in pain and pleasure. His one hand had captured my hands over my head. I was struggling to free them from his grip. "Do you like it rough, sweetheart?" His husky voice hit my eardrums. When I didn’t say anything, he smacked the same place making me yell louder. “When I ask you something, answer!”

He asked the two questions at once, but I only intended to answer the latter. “Today, as usual, he tried to have his way forcefully with me and I disagreed, he became angry and wanted to kill me. He pressed my neck hard against the ground, almost to the point of losing consciousness. Just then, Hardin walked in to save me.” I said, taking a pause as I inhaled deeply to catch my breath.

Pained, I hit him so hard. "Who are you?"

I gulped so loud that I think the whole world heard. ''You haven't answered my question, Am I being too hard on you?....'' He questioned putting great emphasis on the adjective in the sentence. What's all this dirty play on words? I shook my head praying silently for this baracade behind me to just swallow me whole. Now I was cornered. ''When you get banged by a very hard object, it hurts you know. Can cause serious injuries...'' He furrowed his eyebrows as if thinking what he said through.

“I…” But then it hit me, what he’d done. What his question really meant. Before I could stop myself, I was already out of bed, my hands slamming against his chest. “You bastard!” I screamed, hitting him again. “You cruel, ugly bastard! How could you? You heartless, ugly bastard!” Each word left me trembling as I hit him over and over. He didn’t stop me, not at first. He stood there, letting me throw the rage at him like punches that had been building for weeks.

Lighting a cigarette the tall guy walked away to smoke whereas the shirtless guy came forward and knelt infront of her smirking, taking this opportunity Haya slapped him so hard on his cheek the sound echoed through the darkness, the man behind Started laughing like a maniac. Gritting his teeth he slapped her so hard which made her fall to the ground, Pulling her by her legs he hovered over her, regaining her balance she pushed his chest to maintain some distance ,the moment he pinned her hands above her head, haya kicked him in the place where the sun doesn't shine, groaning in pain his hold on her hand tightened, holding her hands with one hand he groaned in pain. with his released hand he

[Alyssa Pov] We are almost at my front door when i stop and look at Hayden. "Hayden,can i ask you a question?" "What is it?"He raise his eyebrows in question. "When we were fighting why don't you hit me back?Is something holding you back?"I tilt my head. He gritted his teeth. "That's none of your problem"He hissed at me. "I want to know,i can be here for you if you need a company"

He landed another harsh lash " And I want my answers one way or the other." I said rebelliously. I pressed my lips harder. It's two times painful " As you want, I'll make sure to not let you sit at this dinner." He said He started whipping me severely and rapidly. I could not help but let out some cries and tears repeatedly but I didn't ask him to stop for once. He was hitting so hard and fast that I lost count. The hits kept raining and raining down and I was now literally screaming in pain. Just too unbearable for me! My breaths were fast now and his pace just increased after every hit

My heart thumps with hope. “If you act like a good girl and answer me truthfully, you will get what you want.” He touches my pussy with the tip of his cock and rubs it across my slit in promise. I tremble. “and if you lie or hesitate to tell me the truth. I will punish you.” He says in a hard tone and… SMACK! He spanks a hard hand on my pussy to set an example.. Fuck! “Jacob! That hurts.” I whine. “Then you better answer me truthfully. Would you?” he asks.

I hear Bru saying as I begin the sauce. My back is to them as they hang out at the kitchen island, so I don’t know what Gard’s reaction is, because it makes Bru say defensively, “Gerard Butler in 300 has nothing on our Gerrard!” I feel her slap my back once. “Don’t believe me? Southerford’s body is way better than Butler’s, Priscilla, I can promise you that.” I’m shaking my head at their stupid argument. Seriously? They’re comparing me to photoshop effects?