Turning the key in the lock of your apartment I swept inside and slumped against the back of the door. It had been a long day of work and I was grateful to finally be done and out of the cold weather that blustered outside. My eyes closed for a moment and I pinched the bridge of my nose. Breathing a sigh I began to shed the layers of winter clothing I was all bundled up in. Tossing my keys into the bowl on the small end table in the foyer, I picked up my bag and began to slip down the hallway; so wrapped up in my own little world that the silence of your place finally hit me. It was one of those eerie silences, the one that makes the little hairs at the back of your neck stand on end as a thrill of anxiety and concern lanced through my system. My stocking clad feet barely made any noise as I entered your living room. Noticing that you were not sitting in your chair and that your laptop was closed I chanced that maybe you were in the kitchen. Turning the corner there I did not see you and I began to think that maybe you were still working or running an errand. Shrugging my shoulders I started to hum softly of a song that had been stuck in my head all day as I made my way to your bedroom. I was about to find out how silly my assumptions were that you were not home yet.
The door was open as I stepped over the threshold and began to untuck my ice blue blouse from the black pencil skirt I was wearing. My back was turned to the doorway and I was facing the bed, still lost in thought and the song I continued to hum that I barely registered the strong hand that gripped my throat and the other hand that clamped around my mouth. Fear kicked in and my instinct was to fight back as I was pulled roughly backwards into the firm hard chest of the person behind me. Baring my teeth I quickly bit down into the hand over my mouth only to hear a sharp hiss of breath in my ear and the hand around my neck squeezing firmly. Your voice suddenly washed over me as you hotly growled into my ear, "Struggle and bite me again little toy and I'll have you over my knee before you ever think of doing that again." Immediately I stiffened, eyes wide with the last remaining fear I had felt before, replaced now with anxiety, excitement, and contrition for my acting out. I breathed quickly through my nose as my pulse and heart were flying, nodding my head to indicate I understood and would not protest again.
Suddenly you spun me around to face you; my dark blue/gray eyes found the bright green of yours and I saw a raw, primal need filling them. My breath hitched in my throat as you kept your hand pressed around my neck. The corners of your mouth upturned into a deadly smirk, daring me to question or defy you. I had not noticed that while I was caught in your predatory gaze you had backed me up towards the bed until I found myself flung down on top of the soft mattress. I had no chance of adjusting myself before you attacked me with your hands. Gripping the front of my blouse, you gave one easy pull and ripped it from me. Buttons popped and flew around the room as you threw the now ruined garment. Next you made quick work of my skirt, pulling roughly at the side zipper that this too ripped and lay broken with my shirt. The way you looked at me made my skin hot and sent me into an excited state of submission. I could see the need you had to use me as roughly as possible. Reaching for my cheeky boy short panties you pulled those down and flung them away with my stockings. I knew those were ruined as well, I could see the run in them forming from your nails digging into the ethereal cloth. Good thing I had worn the bra that had a front clasp as you undid that quickly and unceremoniously dumped it with the rest of my clothes. I lay on the bed, naked and bared to you, feeling extremely small, vulnerable, and submissive. My eyes traveled from yours down your torso to the front of your pants where I could clearly see a bulge forming and I knew you would take me in every which way until you were fully satisfied.
Never saying a word you just as quickly stripped your own clothes away and were on me once more. Your hands gripped the tops of my arms as you pinned me to the bed. Pressing your full weight atop of me, I sunk deeper into the mattress. There was no struggle; no fight in me, even if I wanted to, there was no way I could throw you off. Showing me your strength and how easily you could hold me in any way you pleased I stared up at you as I fell deeper into a submissive state. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my breasts crushed to your bare chest as you lay on top of me. Switching your hips you had spread my legs further apart and shifted in between them. The tip of your cock rubbing against my already wet sex, I could see another devilish smirk forming on your lips as you tortuously teased me. Gripping me tightly, you raised my arms above my head and crossing them you placed a hand around my slender wrists, holding me in place as your other hand encircled the soft line of my throat. Lowering your head, you rested your cheek against the side of mine and coolly whispered, "You're mine little whore. Mine to pin down, mine to tease, to use, and to do as I please. All the while you'll take everything I give you no matter how rough or how ungentle I am with you." I did not hear the last of your words as you swiftly thrust your hips forward and impaled me fully onto your hardened length. Just as a deep cry was about to escape me, your hand squeezed tightly and stifled my voice.
