At first it seemed so fast it was a blur. One moment I was walking out of the bathroom towards the main restaurant area to get to the carpark and my partner. The next, everything went dark and it felt like I was falling, suddenly not in control of my limbs.
I had been fuming over our argument. We could not even make it through a nice meal out, without him making me feel like crap. Everything was always my fault - he was right, I was wrong. I was so focused on my anger that it was an abrupt shock to be so swiftly interrupted.
I realised I was not falling but had been grabbed and dragged somewhere close by. I heard a door close and then a lock clicked. My senses became aware of a mixture of vaguely familiar smells. Cleaning products - of course, the janitor's closet. I also realised the darkness was some kind of cloth over my head.
A male voice whispered, barely audible and so close I could feel his lips brushing my ear.
"You want domination, do you? Well you're about to get it. So shut up and take it like a good slut."
My own words came flooding back into my mind. At the end of dinner I had berated my partner for not taking the lead in the bedroom. I had complained so many times before that I had given up on it ever happening. Had he actually listened this time? Maybe he realised how serious it was; how close I was to leaving him.
The whisper had been too soft to decipher the voice. He was still holding me tightly, I suppose in case I struggled, although I had been too shocked to move. I could not tell exactly how tall he was but from the position of his shoulders he seemed of average height. It had to be my partner. Who else could it be, especially given the topic of our argument? I started to feel excited, yet still unnerved from my sudden abduction. My breathing was fast, my heart pounding. I realised his was too.
He pushed me against a wall, one arm holding me in place. His other hand began slowly moving up and down my thighs, first one then the other. His touch was so soft it sent shivers through my body. Without realising, I let out a tiny moan.
"You like that, do you?" he whispered. "I'm only just beginning, you nasty bitch."
I felt him undo the zip on my denim mini-skirt, which immediately fell to the floor. He ripped my g-string panties off in one swift movement. For a few seconds nothing happened. I felt his breath on my groin. He must have been looking at my pussy, shaved smooth as always - not that he had ever appreciated that. While I knew he had seen it many times, the silent scrutiny and bizarre situation made me slightly embarassed.
Suddenly I felt the tip of his tongue on my clitoris, licking slowly at first and then biting gently. I squirmed and he moved my legs apart, his tongue now licking all over my pussy and through my legs almost to my ass.
My hips began moving of their own accord, an obvious sign I enjoyed what he was doing. As if in response, he drove his tongue inside my now very wet cunt. I gasped and my knees felt like they would buckle beneath me. His tongue fucked deeper inside, drinking my hot cunt juices. He had never enjoyed giving or receiving oral sex. The few times he had given in to my requests, his performance had been less than exciting. But now, as a powerful orgasm ripped through me, I wondered why he had hidden his talent before.
I felt a little embarassed again as I stood there panting. I had not expected to lose control like that. Before I could even begin to recover, I was picked up and pushed onto my back on a hard surface like a table or desk. I felt my t-shirt being pushed up and then heard a murmur of appreciation.
