Emiko wasn't very experienced, but she knew what she liked. She was my girlfriend's roommate in college, and had just broken up with her boyfriend because he treated her like a china doll. She confided in me that she wanted to find a man who would treat her roughly.
Emiko was petite and slender. Her Japanese and Mexican heritage gave her an exotic face, paired with choppy, thick black hair cut to her chin. For months after our conversation, I fantasized about having my way with her.
One weekend, my girlfriend went away while I stayed at her place. Emiko was supposed to be out of town as well, but cancelled her trip at the last minute. I was relaxing in the living room of the girls' apartment when I heard the key in the door. Emiko walked in, laden with shopping bags. I knew she hadn't seen me when she bolted the door and peered out the peephole.
I crept up behind the tiny woman, wrapped one hand over her mouth, and the other around her waist. I dragged her into my girlfriend's bedroom, whispering, "It's ok, just hold on, I'll explain." I pulled her onto the bed and pinned her down. I told her, "I'm going to do something we've both been dreaming of." I slapped her hard across the face while restraining her arms above her head.
Her eyes grew wide, but she stayed silent. I kissed her heavily and bit her lower lip. She flinched, but I felt her hips move beneath mine. I knew that she understood. My girlfriend and I had a collection of toys and bondage instruments at her apartment. I snaked my hand to my pants and whipped my belt off. I looped the belt around Emiko's neck and yanked from the bed to the floor.