She sighed quietly as they turned onto her block towards her building, silently hoping there wouldn't be a protracted search for a parking space. The date had been fine, nice even, but not outstanding. The sigh was the small release of frustration that she allowed herself: she thought she wanted outstanding, but what did that really mean?
But seriously, it was a perfectly fine date-except she just couldn't figure him out. He was obviously attracted to her and she to him. There was something under the surface though, that only occasionally came through. Was it something sinister? Playful? Irreverent, despite his gentlemanly conduct? She felt that after three-or was it four?-perfectly fine dates, she should have a better handle on things.
She was so consumed by her thoughts that she jumped when he opened her door, not noticing that he'd parked a few yards from her building's entrance.
"Lost in your worries?" he asked.
"Not worried, just thinking," she replied with a small smile.
"Hmmm," he said with a tone of disbelief, "wouldn't it be nice to find someone who could take those worries, I mean thoughts, away for just a bit?"
She scrunched her eyebrows as she eased from the passenger's seat to the sidewalk. She found it odd that he asked that question, as that was exactly what she'd been thinking. She looked up at him.
He held her gaze quietly, confidently and she found herself lowering her eyes at the presence he suddenly commanded.
"You, could, I mean, would, can you do that?" she stammered, just as suddenly feeling childish and foolish and in need of direction.
"You have until we get to the door to ask me nicely."
It clicked with her then: "Sir, please will you take those thoughts from me for just a little while? Please?"
"I will, princess, and tonight, starting now if you will obey me."
Her eagerness embarrassed her and she paled and blushed almost at the same time, "Yes, sir, I will obey you. May I please be your good girl, sir?"
"No need to blush, I know you want it just as badly as I do: I want you to be my whore tonight. Is that what you want?"
"Yes, yes sir."
They stopped in front of the entrance and she went to unlock the door.
"Stop."
She halted, met his gaze, turned to him, and redirected her eyes to the ground.
"Take out your phone and address a new email to your boss."
She thought that was odd, but the date was starting to go much better than perfectly fine and she didn't want to lose any momentum. She complied and instinctively handed him the phone. He typed something quickly, read over it, hit send, and pocketed her phone.
She glared at him, on the border of outrage.
"You won't be going to work tomorrow. If I've finished using you in the morning, you'll certainly be too tired to do anything worthwhile at work."
This date was going much better than perfectly fine, indeed.
She unlocked the door and he held it for her to go through. She stopped at the elevator but he continued walking around the corner to the stairs.
"Follow me," he said.
Her feet were killing her in the slim black stilettos but she headed towards the stairs, whining, "I live on the sixth floor, let's just take the elevator."
She didn't expect his swift reaction: he pulled her around the corner and pushed her against the wall. Before she knew it, her skirt was riding up as he pinned both her arms above her head with one hand. He stood about two feet away and stared down at her.
"Look at me."
Heart racing with surprise and arousal, she raised her eyes to his but remained silent.
He reached into the collar of her shirt with his free hand, deftly pushing aside her bra and pinched her left nipple.
"How do you answer me?"
She gasped, mouth wide, with the pain and shock-but she also felt her panties dampen involuntarily.
He pinched harder.
"Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter.
"That's better. No more whining tonight."
He stepped closer to her, his scent was masculine and intoxicating as he came ever closer. She could feel his heat through her clothes and her skin ached for him to touch it. She arched her back to push her hips into his.
Again, his response was immediate. He slammed her hips back against the wall and pressed his entire body into hers. He grabbed each wrist in an uncomfortably tight hold above her head and spread her arms apart from each other.
He made sure she could feel his hard cock as he said, "If you want this-and I know you do-you will do what I say and only what I say. You may touch me only when I allow it." He thrust his hips to punctuate his command and for a moment all she could think about was how badly she wanted him to fuck her.
"Yes, sir."
The slap across her left cheek and then her right were a surprise. "Bitch. I didn't give you permission to look away from me."
She glared at him in disbelief but quailed at the look he returned to her. Swiftly, he clasped both of her hands in his and she squirmed in pain when he pinched her right nipple. She went a bit weak in the knees for a moment with the pain and the thrill it brought to her wet pussy.
He caught her without missing a beat as she sagged underneath him. Eyes wide and mouth open with lust, she gazed up at him. He gently pulled her upward and said, "Don't worry, princess, I won't let you fall. But tonight, all night, I own you. Spread your legs."
She spread her legs a few inches and her skirt hiked up a bit more.
The next slap was as much of a surprise as the first one, as she thought she had done as she was bidden.
"'Yes, sir' is how you will respond to all of my commands, you worthless whore, or you'll have none of the hard cock your wet pussy craves." Again, he thrust his hips into hers. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes.
"Yes, sir."
All she could think of was how it would feel for those hips to bury his hard cock in her dripping pussy. But she had a distinct feeling that he was going to make her wait-and beg-for that feeling.
His free hand grasped her throat, just tightly enough to be slightly uncomfortable.
"You flatter me with your tears. But they are mine now. And so is your breath. Until I release you tomorrow, all of you, mind and body, belongs to me," he tightened his grip ever so slightly.
She gasped in an attempt to fill her lungs with air but he pressed his entire body against hers again and leaned into kiss her, hand still firmly on her throat. The heat in his kiss filled her with dread and hope for the night to come. She kissed him back with a passion even she did not anticipate.
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By the third flight of steps, her feet were truly killing her. But her feet were the least of her worries. He had run his tie through her necklace and was practically dragging her up the stairs at a pace much too fast for comfort. As they reached the fourth floor landing, she tripped, landing on her knees and ripping her stockings so badly that one of the garters popped off and dangled below the hem of her skirt, now hiked up near her hips.
