They seemed to be fighting the Gods. To be able to find time in their schedule when they could both be alone together was fast becoming more than a scheduling problem. What would it take to get them both in the same room together so they could do what they both loved best with each other? Finally, it looked like Friday would be their day.
He was recuperating from some minor surgery, so he would be waiting at his home at day's end. She would be able to get off work early, so she could get to his place as early in the afternoon as possible.
Although they hadn't talked much about what they would do, for her it didn't matter much. She loved his variety and ingenuity when they got together. Role-playing, domination, submission, porn - it really all was just the vehicle to allow her to love and be loved. She knew that no matter what his approach, that he loved her and that while he would use her and possess her like a man out of control, ultimately he treasured her above all else.
When she rang his doorbell, her heart was racing a bit. What would today bring? Would they be animals, playful, role-play, or would there be no rules? As she was rolling these thoughts through her mind, the door slowly opened and she stepped inside.
The room was dark and before her eyes had a chance to adjust to the darkness, she felt a hand close over her mouth and an arm wrap around her waist that lifted her off her feet.
"Keep quiet bitch and you won't get hurt", a voice hissed in her ear.
Although she wanted to believe this was another one of his games, she wasn't entirely sure; the voice sounded rougher and the way he manhandled her wasn't the usual routine either. Should she play along or was she really in danger? Before she had a chance to respond, his grip on her mouth and her waist tightened.
"Did you hear me bitch? Will you keep quiet, or do I have to hurt you?"
She quickly nodded her head, afraid this was the real thing. Where was her boyfriend? Would he be here in time before she did get hurt?
The next thing she knew, he let go of her waist and with his other hand, brought something to her head. He unclamped her mouth, and then used both hands to tie a scarf around her eyes.
"Don't try to pull it off, bitch."
With that, he pushed her up the stairs until they came to the bedroom, where he threw her down on the bed. Before she even stopped bouncing, he was upon her. She felt his hot breath on her cheek and the weight of his leg on top of her leg, as he pried her legs open.
