This chapter, and all subsequent chapters, is dedicated to one of the sexiest ladies I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Her strength, beauty and sensuality are intoxicating. She makes the heroine in the story look vanilla in comparison. You're the best baby. Enjoy.
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Mark drove down the highway heading towards Barbara's house. She had no idea he was coming to see her. They had met online several months ago. They'd chatted extensively through texting and a few phone calls. They had gotten to know each other well enough that Barb was comfortable enough to give him her address and a few pics. Something she'd never done before. But the closer they got the more Mark felt himself pulling back. He'd gone through a nasty divorce several years before, and the thought of getting involved with someone else at this point terrified him. But he couldn't shake the beauty and sensuality of the woman he'd gotten to know over the last few months.
He pulled into the parking lot of her condo complex and found her building. He'd left early that morning so he would arrive at her place around 7:00 in the morning. He knew she worked nights. He parked his truck facing her unit. He sat there staring at her place wondering how she'd respond to seeing him at her front door. Part of him wondered if she'd call the cops when she saw him at her door. They hadn't communicated in over a month; he'd just ghosted her. He knew it was a shitty thing to do to this gorgeous woman. But his lust for her finally trumped his fear of entering into another relationship. He decided to throw caution to the wind and drive down the coast to her place, which was only a few hours south of where he lived.
He got out of his truck and started walking across the parking lot, fairly certain she'd be home. She had told him quite a bit about her work schedule and he knew she was a creature of habit. Barring anything crazy, she was here. He knocked on the door and steadied himself for the reaction that would be coming his way.
Barbara opened the door, not expecting anyone. Her friendly smile quickly transformed to an angry glare.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Mark stood in silence for a few seconds.
"I know I treated you shitty. No excuses. I just wanted to stop by and tell you I'm sorry. I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness. Just let you know how much I regret it. Sorry."
He continued to stand there in silence awaiting her response.
"Good thing you're not asking for forgiveness. Cause you're not getting it asshole."
Mark didn't respond. He knew everything she said was true, and he had no defense.
"You just ghosted me when you said you wouldn't. Nothing you say is going to make it right."
She felt the rage welling up inside her.
"You're right, I did. Nothing I can say will make that right, but I wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I'll put that on my extensive list of regrets in life. That list is a lot longer than I care to admit." He paused. "I won't bother you anymore. I just wanted to apologize in person."
He turned to head back to his truck.
"Where the fuck you think you're going?" Barbara almost screamed.
Mark turned around.
"I'm not done yet!"
Then she realized she was standing on her front step and could be heard by all her neighbors.
"Get the fuck in here!" she hissed, and stepped aside allowing Mark to enter the condo.
She stood in front of him, trembling from the rage she felt.
"I was ready to give you everything! Serve you like the best sub you've ever had! Give you complete control of my body! And you just fucking blow it off like I'm some fucking worthless bitch! Do you have any idea how you made me feel?"
Her anger slowly morphed into sadness as the hurt he had caused her gripped her mind again. She hated showing weakness to anyone, but this was just too much. She dropped her face into her hands, sobbing from the jumble of emotions.
Mark wanted to reach out and hold her but thought better of it.
"Like I said. Nothing I can say will make it better. I'm sorry, and I mean that. I don't know what else to say."
"You came all this way just to say that?" she asked through sobs.
"Yeah. You deserve better than what you got. Sorry."
Barbara thought about all their conversations over the months. How he'd made her feel. How he'd boosted her ego and self-esteem more than any man had ever done before. He'd treated her in ways that made her want to just give herself to him. She'd fantasized about his touch; feeling his breath on her neck as he held her, feeling his hands roaming her body She craved the weight of his body crushing hers, as he took her and claimed her for his own.
"I'll go now. I've done enough damage. I don't want to hurt you anymore." he said quietly as he reached for the door.
"I didn't say you could go yet!" she said trying to sound angry, even though she felt her anger waning.
Mark knew he had done the right thing by apologizing. But his Dom nature would only take so much abuse from her. He returned her stare.
"I don't remember asking your permission."
He grabbed the doorknob and turned it. He wanted her. But on his terms. Not hers.
Barbara had always been drawn to strong men. Her job required her to be in command of many people during her hours on the clock. When she came home, she longed to give up that control and authority to a man she could trust completely. Someone she knew cared about her and would protect her, while using her like the sexually starved woman she was. She was tired of her satisfaction coming at the end of her vibrator. She knew Mark was the man she'd longed for, for so many years.
"Wait" she said softly.
"Wait what?"
Mark's tone was impatient, but he knew where this was heading. He had hoped it would. But he had also prepared himself for leaving and not turning around if that was how things played out.
"Wait! Please don't go!"
"Why not?!"
He stared at her. Both their breathing patterns becoming shallow as their arousal grew. He was going to make her verbalize what she wanted and needed.
"Because I want you to stay," she said with an edge of defiance in her voice.
Her anger towards him was being trumped by her desire to feel all those things she'd fantasized about.
"Is that all?"
He was going to push her till he got what he wanted from her. Until she admitted that she wanted him.
"I just want you to stay," she said even more softly, her defiance weakening.
Mark reached for the doorknob again.
"Not good enough."
He opened the door.
"Please don't go!" Barbara cried as she reached for his arm.
"Is that what you really want?" he asked as he closed the door again.
Barbara nodded her head weakly. She was normally a strong, self-sufficient woman. But this man brought her to a place only two other men had brought her to over her lifetime.
"Say it!" he commanded her. "I want to hear you say it!"
"I really want you to stay" she replied quietly, looking down at the floor, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"Look me in the eye when you say it!"
Barbara's head shot up. She felt him undressing her with his eyes as she stared into them.
"Please don't go! I really want you to stay."
Mark smiled at her as he watched her generous breasts heaving up and down. He knew she was slowly succumbing to his control. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, then yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
"Good girl!" He said smiling.
He caressed her face and neck with his other hand as he listened to her breathing become more labored.
"Do you still want me to take you the way we had talked about the first time we met?"
Barbara had always harbored a rape fantasy and had shared it with Mark a couple of times. She just nodded her head, unable to bring herself to verbalizing one of her darkest desires.
"Say it!" Mark almost shouted. "I want to hear you say it!"
"Yes please!" She said as she felt herself slipping into her sub mode.
"I want you to take me."
She couldn't bring herself to use the word 'rape.'
He dropped his head and kissed her hard, listening to her moan. Then he sucked her lower lip into his mouth and pulled on it, her moan turning into a gasp as his other hand dropped to her heaving chest, squeezing her tit through her shirt and bra. Their kiss went on for a couple minutes as their tongues fought for supremacy. He finally broke the kiss and held her at arm's length, his eyes roaming up and down her body. She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling quickly. His hands returned to her face, gently holding it till his hands began to trail down her neck to the lapels of her shirt. Without warning he grabbed the lapels of her shirt and ripped them apart, sending buttons flying across the room. He smiled at her menacingly.
"Now bitch! I take what I want!"
Barbara gasped and jumped slightly at the sudden violence. A combination of fear and arousal washed over her as her bra clad breasts were exposed. Then her eyes widened as he pulled a knife from his pant pocket and opened the 6" blade with the flick of his thumb.
"I've thought about these tits since the first time you sent me a pic of them." he said grinning.
He laid the backside of the blade against her skin in the valley between her tits and traced it all over watching her response. Her body tensed as she felt the cold steel, a combination of fear and arousal. He slowly traced the blade up to the strap over her left shoulder, slipped it under the strap, then sliced it like it was butter. Then he repeated the same act on her right shoulder strap. His grin widened as he traced the blade back and forth till he slid it under the small piece of material holding the bra cups together. Deftly he pulled the knife forward and sliced through the material.
