Shut Up!

I told her to "Shut up!". She said “Make me!”
She knew of course, exactly what I’d do.
I grabbed her by the hair then tied her wrists,
And slapped her bottom harder than she knew,

Tugged her shirt, ripped so it was broken,
Pulled her head back, so her mouth was hollow,
I picked her glass up, then took a mouthful,
Kissed her with it, so she had to swallow.

Pausing now, looked into her eyes deeply;
Second mouthful, left her slightly choking,
She nodded which started the denouement;
Coughed a little. Now her chest was soaking.

Unzipped now, I tugged and pulled my cock out,
She smiled and watched it grow before her eyes.
Pushed her back and ripped her pants a little,
Pulled shredded remnants down across her thighs.

One hand covered up her mouth and nostrils,
The fingers of the other, pushed inside.
I could see her feel me move within her,
Each synapse felt those fingers push and glide.

I pushed her legs up, cock followed fingers,
Found strong resistance, everything was tight;
Released my hand, she could breathe a little,
Pushed harder ‘til that cock was out of sight.

I pulled it out again to see it glisten,
She tried to argue but I wouldn’t listen.
I rammed it in again, like piling fence-posts,
I rammed it in again like angry sea,

She juddered as she felt me fire inside her,
She juddered more, and came just after me.
I stroked her hair, giving absolution
I fucked her longer, showing some remorse,

She lay silent just as I had wished her.
I pulled my aching cock out then I kissed her.
She moved her head and then smiled a little,
As I was licking where my cock had been.

I thought about the simple words she’d said;
I wondered if she knew they enslaved me.
This time, she barely mouthed them “I love you”.
I said “Shut up”. “Yes” she said, “You made me”.