I stood at the door, hesitant and nervous as hell. I'd spent the last decade denying this part of myself but when my marriage finally crumbled the slow burning ember of desire I had desperately tried to quench came roaring back to life.
I took a deep steadying breath before reaching my hand out and lightly knocking, my arm brushing against my right breast covered by nothing but the calf length black coat I was wearing. My nipples hardened and I felt a warm wetness in my pussy. My heart thumped in my chest and I began to think my timid knock had gone unnoticed when the door was wrenched open.
His cold blue eyes ran up my body before he reached out to grab a fistful of my hair and pull me into his apartment. The door slammed causing me to jump slightly then suddenly I was shoved hard into the now closed door, his hand still wrapped around my pony tail.
I felt his lips on mine, he deepened the rough kiss while his other hand yanked at my coat exposing my naked form. I could feel his bare muscled chest pressed against me and desperately wanted to unbutton his jeans. He must have sensed my need and suddenly my arms were pinned.
He pulled back, seeming to admire the view. This admiration and desire for my body was certainly part of the pull he had on me, with small breasts and an untoned body, I always thought of myself as very average looking. He made me feel wanted and sexy.
"Princess," he breathed. The change in his demeanour was abrupt as his hand wrapped around my throat. "You know I don't like being denied access to my favourite little fuck toy, especially for such a long time," he growled and hurled me to the floor.
In shock, I got on all fours and struggled to rise. He loomed in front of me and I could see the bulge of his cock straining in his jeans. The urge to take him in my mouth was powerful as I licked my lips. He followed my eyeline and laughed, "You are not even close to earning my cock in your mouth."
Crack
The blow across my face came from nowhere causing me to fall back to the tiled floor again.
Once more his hand wrapped itself in my hair, dragging me to my feet. I put my hands over his trying to alleviate the pressure. I was rewarded with another slap for trying to interfere with his treatment of me.
He pulled my face close to his as I teetered in my strappy stiletto heels that still didn't bring me close to his towering height. "Who owns you?" he demanded.
"You do," I replied meekly.
This time I feel a burning across my rounded ass where you've spanked me. I gasp at the stinging and the aching need I have for more.
"That's not how you answer me!" he roared, slapping my ass again.
A soft whimper escapes my lips, unsure whether to beg for forgiveness or thank him for the reminder.
His hand rains hard strikes across my ass, clearly incensed by my silence. Tears begin rolling down my face, smearing my make up. I try to move away but the hand he has in my hair stops me from going anywhere. He smiles at the sight and moves his other hand up to my tits.
At first caressing them softly in an almost tender way, I begin to melt in his arms relaxing into the warm wonderful feeling. Slowly he changes from the delicate calming touch to roughly groping me. He pulls me head backwards, forcing me to push out my chest and arch my back. He begins rolling my nipples between his fingers. I shudder, my body feeling equal parts pleasure and pain. Soft moans begin to escape my lips.
Suddenly his teeth sink into one of my sensitive nipples. I scream loudly at the unexpected pain. He laughs at me, placing his mouth over the other nipple. I can feel the warmth of his breath and the occasional flick of his tongue. My pussy is dripping with anticipation and fear. My whole body is shaking, not knowing what he will do to me next.
"Try again, who do you belong to?" he breathed.
"I belong to you, Sir," I panted.
"Good girl," he responds, my nipple still in his mouth.
I try to look down at him, my breath coming in ragged pulls. Wanting him, needing him but also fearing him. I can feel him smiling, reveling in my agony of having no idea what was coming.
I screamed again as he bit my swollen nipple and spanked my ass.
"Didn't think I was going to go easy on you now, did you? Not after how long it's been. I owe you years' worth of punishments," he snarled.
Dragging me by my hair he pulled me towards the bedroom, stopping in front of his mirrored wardrobe.
"Look at yourself," he commanded.
