Dark Nites - Sex Stories

Dark Nites

DarkNites I The slap reverberated around the room. Jason gritted his teeth trying desperately to keep hold of his temper. Daphne started towards the door but Jason caught hold of her wrist, his eyes steely. "You're not going anywhere until we've got this settled. Daphne glanced coolly at his hand and then back to his face. Then she brought her foot down on his. Hard. Jason gave a furious growl and exploded into action. Grabbing her, he swept her off her her feet and headed toward the bedroom. Daphne gasped in anger. "How dare you!", she bit out, starting to jerk and kick as violently as possible. Daphne knew that she would probably hit the floor hard but she didn't care. Luckily for her, they had reached the bed when she finally came loose and landed on the bed. He was on her in a second, his body pinning her to the bed, his mouth finding hers. With a muffled cry of rage, she jerked her head away and got her first good look at him. He loomed over her, the fury in his eyes telling her more than words ever could that he was very, very serious about this. She went cold. "Damn you, Jason. This is ****!" Very deliberately, he shook his head. "No, this won't be ****," he answered quietly, "Because, I'm going to make you beg for me, over and over again." Daphne gave an incredulous laugh. "Never." she replied s**thingly, "You're crazy if you think you'll ever hear ME beg!" "Before this night is over," he promised softly, "You will." She threw all her strength at him, surprise on ...

... her side, heaving him off her. He rolled off the bed but caught her arm and dragged her off with him. They hit the floor hard, Daphne lying momentarily stunned, the breath knocked out of her. It gave Jason enough time to flip her over, get to her zip, and yank her gown to her waist. She drew in a breath of outrage before fighting to free her arms, trapped in the tangled sleeves. Jason took the moment to tear his shirt off, a couple of buttons bouncing on the floor, and reached for his trousers. Daphne finally managed to get her hands free and shoved her gown the rest of the way. Now unhampered, she sat up and backhanded him, knocking him off balance. "You bastard!", she snarled as she sprang to her feet and took off. She sprinted half-naked through the living room and had thrown open the closet door to grab her coat when she was jerked back and thrown over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. "Goddamn you, Jason", she yelled, coat dangling from her fingers, "You'll never get away with this." The next moment she was flying through the air, landing on the bed with a thump. He advanced purposely towards her but she was ready for him. She kicked out with her strong legs, catching him in the stomach. He doubled over with a loud whoosh while she scrambled for the other side of the bed. Unfortunately for her, Jason flung himself across the bed, grabbed hold of her ankle and hauled her ignominiously, inch by inch, back into bed. Truly desperately now, she sat up and tried to backhand him ...