She walked into her room and started to unbutton her shirt. She kicked off her shoes, tired from a long day of work. She threw her shirt on the bed and walked to the bathroom to run herself a bath. As she started the water, she thought she heard something downstairs. She stopped the water and listened. She heard glass breaking and a crash. She froze and walked into her room slowly trying not to make any noise. She listened to noises of things being moved around and heavy footsteps. She moved quietly into the closet and closed the door.
She hid in the corner of the walk-in closet behind her clothes. The footsteps sounded on the stairs and her heart raced, pounding in her ears. She heard the steps come into her room. They moved about the room then moved to the bathroom and stopped. They started again shortly and opened the door to the closet. She shut her eyes and held her breath trying to stay silent and still. Suddenly, a hand shot out and grabbed her hair pulling her out and dragged her into the room. The hand released throwing her onto the bed.
She landed face first and tried to crawl to the other side of the bed. The hand went out again grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her back. One hand pressed her down against the bed as the other lifted her skirt revealing her smooth creamy butt, hidden slightly by black lace panties. The hand ran up her thigh slowly and softly. She could feel the roughness of the finger tips lightly against her skin creating a contrary sensation of soft roughness. She tried to push herself up. The hand pushed down a little more, moving further up her back. The other hand continued to caress her butt and thigh moving to the inside of her thigh. She reached up and grabbed the edge of the bed and tried to pull herself away. The hand from her back quickly moved up and grabbed one wrist while the other took control of the other wrist. The body pressed against her as her wrists came together into one hand above her head. The other hand ran down her face lightly. She felt hot breath against her neck and then she heard it. The Voice.
"You are Mine," He said.
His body kept her from turning around while his hand roamed down her side to grab her ass. He reached down and lifted up a little bit and unbuckled his belt. She heard the distinctive sound of leather whisking through the pant loops, being freed. She tensed up some more and tried to struggle once more. He reasserted his upper body weight upon her. She heard the sound of the belt hit her butt as he shifted his lower body for the swing, then in a delayed reaction she felt the sting of the belt on her. He hit her swiftly five more times then reached up and bound her hands with the belt. She tried to scream out and found that her voice betrayed her by remaining silent. She felt the heat from the hits emanating from her butt and felt also the wetness begin between her legs.
He rolled her over onto her back. He pulled her hands up, pulling her off the bed and moved her against the wall. He pressed her wrists against the wall with one hand and grabbed her tit roughly with the other. Leaving her bra on he pulled out her tits and left them hanging out of it. He grabbed her nipple and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, softly at first then slowly increasing the pressure. The roughness of his skin rubbed against her nipple adding further sensation to the pressure. He increased the pressure even further and she squirmed and tried to move away. He slapped her tit hard and then applied his attention to her other nipple. He started roughly this time pinching her nipple hard rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She squirmed some more and he slapped her tit harder. He turned her around to face the wall. Her skirt was still bunched up at her waist. He paused to admire her nice ass, the way it curved, the way it was firm but still soft and grabable. He suddenly slapped her ass several times. Her ass became redder and hot to the touch.