"You're mine."
His short low growl sent shivers down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck standing up, as he pinned her against the wall in front of her. Helpless, and unable to put up any resistance. Not that she truly could resist. Her body was betraying her and instead listening to him, his instructions.
This was the first time they had met. She was normally cautious on first meets, but this had been different. They had been chatting for a while and with each day things had intensified; she found herself falling deeper and deeper into the dynamic. His words seemed to have a magic hold on her, and she couldn't help but obey.
She had only agreed to meet him for a coffee, but as he had taken her hand and led her down the alley behind the coffee shop, she had not protested. She knew the direction things were heading. But she had promised herself that she wouldn't do anything sexual this first time. That she would make him wait. Make him earn it.
However, as her brain screamed at her to wait her body took step after step, following him. When they were out of sight of the main street he threw her against the wall, lifting up her skirt as he pressed against her. She could feel his breath falling on her neck and she let out a light whimper as he reached down and ripped the panties clean off her.
She had liked those panties. In fact, they were her favourite set. The perfect mix of lace and satin in an indulgent black that made her feel as sexy as she possibly could. And yet, she wasn't protesting. As the fabric tore, she felt a tear trickle down her cheek, knowing they were destroyed, but she didn't speak.
She tried, but she couldn't. Her voice was lost. As she tried to clear her throat, she felt the soft fabric push past her lips and fill her mouth. The words that had taken her so long to find, were now muffled by her panties and lost to the world.
And still, she didn't try to stop him. Turn around. Stop this. This isn't what you want! Her mind screamed at her but, as he reached for her hands, there was no sense of forcefulness. He wasn't rough with her or obviously taking her against her will. As he guided her hands behind her back, he whispered the words, "good girl," to her.
Butterflies grew in her stomach and fluttered all around her body, as she smiled at his words. This was what she wanted. She wanted to please him, to be his 'good girl'. After a brief moment, she managed to snap her mind back and eventually managed to send a signal to her arms to pull away. But she was too late.
His leather belt was wrapped tightly around her wrists; overlapping in a cross and firmly bound. When she did try to pull against it, the soft leather held firm, and she was unable to move her arms.
He pushed up against her, his firm chest pinning her against the hard brick wall which was in front of her. She felt her nipples begin to harden through her shirt, from the chill of the brick, whilst the warmth of his breath sent tingles over her skin.
She felt his hand grip her long hair and slowly wrap it around his wrist, before he pulled her head back sharply onto his shoulder. His lips brushed up against her neck, and she felt him inhale her perfume and let out a low moan.
Her eyes sank closed, as a smile crept over her face. Knowing he took pleasure in her choice of perfume was flooding her mind with endorphins. The voice deep inside her that was telling her to stop this, to walk away, to do something, was slowly becoming quieter.
In fact, she couldn't hear anything but him. The cars on the street not far away seemed distant and muffled. The clink of opening and closing shop doors was gone. The bustle of the crowd was but a distant memory.
There was just him and her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel his beating too, he was pressed up so hard against her.
