The minute the door shut and we were alone, I knew I was in trouble. I thought about running to another room, making some sort of excuse, but what would be the point in that? It'd only hurt worse when you caught me. You always catch me. I checked the lock, fiddling with the metal longer than necessary. I could hear you moving about in the kitchen, rinsing out the wine glasses. And then you began to walk toward me, footsteps heavy and steady. I felt your presence behind me, swallowed hard, turned around.
I looked up into your eyes and saw nothing but coolness reflecting out of the steel gray pools of your irises. Your hands were at your sides, you loomed above me. I felt impossibly small. Opening my mouth to speak, I was stunned by a hard slap across my left cheek. I didn't have time to react before your fist was in my hair, pulling hard and tight enough to make me wince. You slammed me against the door with a thud, your other hand going to my throat. The smallest pressure but it was enough to elicit a small, sharp intake of breath. You smirked.
"You like that, slut?"
My knees felt weak and I choked out the words. "Yes, Sir."
"Good."
Slamming the back of my head into the door once more, you slapped my face half a dozen times with your palm and then the back of your hand. It hurt like hell. As your hand flew down to land another strike, I flinched and jerked my head to the side.
Shit.
Your fist tightened painfully in my hair and you pulled my head back so my chin was tipped upward, throat exposed.
"Don't you fucking move. Eyes open, look at me."
My breathing had become shallow, but as I focused my full attention on obeying your command I tried to steady myself with deep, long breaths. Your hand raised once more and the slap came with full force. I steeled myself against the desire to protect myself and took what you had to give me, my eyes never leaving yours. Another slap, on the other cheek, then a backhand. Still, I remained locked onto you.
"Good girl," you breathed, stroking my burning cheek with a finger and leaning down to lay a feather soft kiss on my lips.
I closed my eyes and felt my body sway towards you, magnetized. And then I was being forced down, onto my knees and you forced my face into the front of your pants. I reverently rubbed against the bulge there, felt a flood of desire wash over me. Still holding onto my hair, you undid your belt with one hand and fluidly unzipped and pulled your cock out from its fabric prison. Guiding my head with my hair, you shoved it past my open lips and down my throat before I could move or think.
"Choke on my cock, whore."
I obediently opened myself as wide as possible, closing my eyes against the pain from a too-large cock sliding into the small passage and taking it deeper and deeper with every small bob of my head. I moved my tongue against the underside, then swallowed and pushed slowly until I could feel almost every single inch slide inside. Trying not to focus on my dwindling air supply or the urge to gag, I held myself there as long as I could stand. You moved slightly, and I felt it slide all the way out, springing from my lips with a pop. I gasped at the taste of cool, fresh air.
