1. Smack


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    whirring of a motor behind her pupils. “Do not call me ‘Zo’.” ‘Two can play that game…’ For a few silly seconds, we stare each other down. It’s preposterous posturing, but it’s important when she keeps trying to rile me. I know I’ll win. I have her wound up and horny; I can’t lose. Zoey always has a soft spot for a firm hand. Given a few seconds she shrugs and feigns an indifferent air. She shuffles around the kitchen while I watch her idly poking through the cupboards and the cheap crockery. She slams a door and huffs, blowing out her cheeks in a tiny growl. “Look at this kitchen! It’s immaculate. It’s money!” She seizes a cheap plate from the draining board and hurls it across the room. Crashing into the plaster, it disintegrates in another cloud of debris. I flinch at the sound, watching her. “Where’s all the expensive China?! Where’s the crockery? This cheap shit isn’t all they have…!” Her hoody splays out behind her – along with the mess of her hair – like a villain’s cape as she stomps loudly out of the room. ‘How can such a skinny woman in little trainers make all the noise of a marching band?’ I follow in what feels like Zoey’s tumultuous wake. I can almost feel the storm of her mood tainting the air she passes through. The dark clouds gather in that well-kept hallway and the sound of thunder is not far away as Zoey inconsiderately tears through the potential loot. A cartoon-like stream of junk is thrown out behind her, littering the floor. ‘She really isn’t a ...
    dainty, delicate creature, is she? I’ve seen prison riots more subtle than Zoey, I swear to fucking God…’ She storms into the living room and immediately attacks something. I slowly follow the thumping sound of doors, the upturning of drawers and various angry outbursts. She’s working herself up too much and I know I’ll have to stop her soon. I hate having to get between her and whatever she’s decided to obliterate. “It’s all shite !” I enter the room just as some explodes in front of me. The object of Zoey’s hatred is a small snow globe keepsake. At least, that’s what it looks like for the split second it fires past me before shattering in a thousand tiny shards of glittering light and snow flakes. It would be almost magnificent in the moonlight, but the artificial, stinging glow of a 100w bulb rather ruins its majesty. “Zoey, calm down, woman.” My voice is intentionally low and steady. I feel like I’m talking down a bear. ‘I wish Reggie would give her a discount on her fucking smack, this is ridiculous.’ She whirls around in a blur of baggy clothing and tossing hair. Her fist swings in blind, stupid anger as Zoey looks for any poor punch-bag to whale on, venting her frustrations. I catch her fist with one hand and her throat with the other, holding her up on her toes. Her staring, violent eyes bulge in the sockets and she tries to swallow around my gripping hand. “Do not raise your fist to me, Zoey.” I can see the burning threat still alive behind her eyes. I’m involuntarily ...
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