It Was Supposed to Be Fun Tonight

I'm supposed to be in a good place. We've been dating for two years now and everything has its ups and downs, but lately it's all just been so... routine. But tonight was meant to break that monotony. He picked me up at my dorm looking dashing as ever with roses in hand. I could feel the butterflies fluttering back into my stomach. We arrived at this cozy little bed-and-breakfast he had reserved for us. It looked quaint and charming from outside, but inside it felt like something was missing between us. As we entered our room, I noticed his eyes flickering with a different kind of lust than usual. He was playful, almost mischievous, leading me to the bed. When he started undressing me slowly, inch by inch, I could feel my body reacting despite this emotional void I had been feeling. But as we lay together, something didn't click right. His hands were rougher than before, not gentle or tender like usual. And then he whispered into my ear in a way that made the hair on my arms stand up: 'Tonight is about reclaiming control.' Despite everything inside me screaming no, his lips were already trailing down my neck, kissing, biting, his hands gripping me roughly as he pushed me onto my back, positioning himself above. I tried to pull away but his weight was too heavy, and the rough kisses against my skin felt invasive rather than intimate. His cock pressed into me without any lube or preparation, it hurt. He thrusted hard, grunting in rhythm with each violent push inside of me. I could feel my body's resistance giving way to tears as he continued this onslaught. It was nothing like before; we had never been forceful with each other until tonight. In the end, I just wanted him to stop, but even after his climax, there was a part of him that refused to let go, dragging out every last minute until it felt like an eternity. Afterwards, all I could feel was emptiness and despair seeping back in.