" It's fine, love; I will be gentle." He smiled and tightened his grip on my hips. But he switched it up at the last second; he leaned closer to my ear, whispering threateningly,
"You will not deny me entry. If you submit, I'll be gentle. If not, I can make this more painful for you then it will already be." He pressed his hips forward, the pressure increasing as he illustrated his point.
His eyes seemed to pierce directly into my soul; there was no defying his will, and I knew there was no way out of this. I didn't ask why he was doing it, but whatever he was trying to do was working.
After a few seconds, I forced myself to relax, opening my legs to him again. He sighed, his legs trembling.
"Good girl."
Before I could ask, he captured my lips and thrust his hips forward. I felt a pain like a sharp rubber band snap, and I opened my mouth to yelp, but he absorbed my cries with his mouth and kissed me passionately.
