Late one evening I was sleeping, very soundly, and I hate the bed when you're not in it. The sound of the door opening doesn't wake me up anymore, because I know you're the only one that has a key. But the things I knew didn't matter - because when your hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me from the bed, my heart sunk.
I let out a scream, my arms flailing pointlessly, because within moments you had me pinned to the wall so roughly it knocked the wind out of me. I was sure it was you-pretty sure... I could smell you, I could feel you - I know you. But something in my head just refused to let that comfort me and know that I was safe. So my lungs hitched, my body trembled, and you held my throat so tightly my face was flushing red.
Without effort, you spun me around, and used your belt to tie my hands. We both know you're much stronger than me, you didn't even have try and you easily overpowered me. I was still struggling; not as fully as I could be, but I was thrashing and whining, begging and crying; but, not kicking, because the back of my head I knew it was you... and I knew how furious you'd be if it were you... And because I knew it was you, I just knew... At least, I was SURE of it.
When my hands were secure, and my face was pressed hard to the white wall, your hands started to trail down my neck then back. "If you speak, or move, you'll regret it." your voice a low growl - but YOUR voice, I knew it was yours, but it still sent shivers through my spine. I didn't answer you... I was too terrified, I didn't even nod, because I knew better.
My jaw was clenched so tight that my head ached and my knuckles balled into fists so hard my hands lost color. All while as your hands were trailing down my bare back to run across the fabric of my panties. You move your fingers to slide in between my legs, but I don't move them apart for you. I try to keep them together, scared still that this may somehow not be you. I hear you laugh and growl at almost the same time. With the other hand you reach around to my breasts. You take one nipple in between your finger and thumb and begin to play with it. "Spread open your fucking legs," you say, as you increase the pressure on my nipple and twist. I let out a sharp gasp and quickly spread my legs. You release my nipple to slap my face. "No...noise...". With my legs spread apart for you, you pull my panties off in one quick motion.
You take both hands, one on each side and push me back onto your hard, throbbing cock. You let out a rough sigh. One hand trails between my legs and feels my wetness as it has begun to drip down my thigh. I could hear the smile in your voice... "Holy shit! What a little slut! Is my little slut enjoying this." you laugh confidently - you knew I would... I can't help but feel guilty and embarrassed, but you know that's how my body reacts to you... How it reacts to a real man taking control of me and taking what is his.