She walked out of the bathroom to a chilly room. Wrapping her bathrobe over her scantily clad body as she walked to her bedroom to find the window open. At first she wondered if she had left the window open; after the last couple of insane days she had she wouldn't be surprised if she had left it open. So she thought nothing of it as she went to close it. At the moment that she had turned the latch she felt an arm wrap tightly around her, pinning her arms to either side of her. A hand came up to muffle the screams emanating from her mouth. She squirmed and shook to escape; the attempt was useless. The grip grew tighter on her. She had almost the bulge rubbing against her as her captor held her fast.
"Stop moving, you fucking bitch," he ordered. His command caused her to stop kicking and shaking him of. But she still shivered in his arms at the thought of what he was going to do to her. He pulled her head up and whispered angrily, "Now that you've stopped giving me shit, I want you to listen to me like a good girl: You're going to do exactly what I tell you to. You don't do it fast enough, you try to run, or don't do it how I like, I'm going to give you some incentive to do it properly again. If you fuck up a second time you will pay dearly for it. You understand?" She nodded hesitantly. He pushed her up against the wall and said between clenched teeth, "You didn't respond fast enough! Another try. And you better get it right, you little cunt!" She nodded her head quickly, not wanting to anger him further.
A huff of satisfaction blew against her neck. "Good girl. Now I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth. You will not scream and you will not try to run. Try either, you get punished." Without another word she nodded. It was difficult to breath from the panic in her. "Good," was all he said in a smug tone. He slowly lifted his fingers away, one by one. Once they were gone he slid his hand down and gripped her breast hard.
"Oh god please don't hurt me!" she pleaded earnestly. "Take anything, just leave me alone! Please just don't hurt me!" She slumped in his arms and was near tears. As she slumped his hand shot from her breast to her throat, gripping it tightly and making it difficult to plead for him to not hurt her.
"I won't hurt you if you play nicely...," he breathed in her ear. "And I was going to take what I wanted anyways..." As he said this he rubbed his bulge against her ass. She shivered as he did this. Somehow he must have enjoyed her reaction because he did it harder. She tried to maintain her composure from the lack of air. Her body was also betraying her as he was grinding up against her.
The way he had handled her body, gripping her breast and grinding his massive hard-on against her ass, made her shaved pussy hot and wet. She closed her eyes, choosing not to fight back. Instead she pressed her forehead against the wall. At this point he had loosened his grip on her throat, apparently more focused on rubbing against her. She tried to focus on something else other than her sex swelling and getting wet. A swift sting came across her ass, snapping her back to reality.
He chuckled then said, "Good to have your attention back, you little bitch. Don't make it a habit while we play." He rubbed his bulge against her ass as he gripped her elbows. When he stopped he said, "Now I'm going to let you go. Remember what I said about running?" She nodded quickly. "Good. Now keep still." He slowly loosened his grip as if anticipating her running. But she didn't; she stood there frozen in shock and fear. He breathed a huff of satisfaction on the back of her neck. Fingers sheathed in soft leather glided over neck and pulled her silken robe off, exposing her scantily clad body. The cold air from the window had lingered and made her soaked cotton panties harder to ignore. She clenched up her legs and hoped silently that he wouldn't notice. Unfortunately the air carried the scent of her sex wherever it went.
He came close to her neck and sniffed. A growl of angry arousal resonated from him. "I don't think I'm the only one who's enjoying this." He tore her lacy bra off and groped her breasts, running his fingers over her nipples and roughly pulling on them. "Are you getting hot from me violating you?
She shook her head violently. "N-n-no...," she stammered as she tried to maintain her composure. His roughness was making her way hotter than she should be.
His hands massaged her breasts for moments that seemed like minutes. Then they slowly made their way down her stomach. "Perhaps we should check, just to make sure...," he said. He stopped right at the top of her panties, then he took his gloves off. "Open your mouth." She did as she was told. He mouth was stuffed with the gloves then her chin was pushed up to shut it. Then his hands traveled from her neck and slowly down her body again. He was gentle with her breasts this time, tracing the areolas and nipples with his fingertips. As he neared her pussy she started to quiver. It was becoming too much for her body to handle as he slid his hand into her panties. She nearly moaned when his fingers glided over her wetness. He let out a chuckle. "Oh you are deliciously wet..." He started rubbing her clit slowly. She bit down on the gloves to keep herself from moaning and closed her eyes to focus on not moving. But there was no way she could ignore what he was doing to her; there was certainly no way that she could deny that he was doing such a fucking good job of making her wet.
Then he stopped and pulled his hand away. She opened her eyes to look at what he was doing. She looked into a man's face, a wolf mask covering everything from the nose up. He had his fingers to his mouth and licking at the juices on them. He moaned loudly. "Damn you taste so sweet. Almost like strawberries and wine..." He reached up to her mouth and pulled the gloves away. Then he stuck his fingers near her mouth, to which she turned her head. He gripped her hair and yanked. "Open your mouth again and know what your sweet cunt tastes like!" He shoved his fingers into her mouth and started fingerfucking her mouth violently. She could taste the sweetness of her juices and his fingers as he ran them over her tongue. She whimpered as she tried pushing him further back from her to no avail. The more she pushed away the more violently he thrust his fingers in and out of her mouth. "Suck on those fingers, you little horny bitch." All through this he was thrusting his hips into her ass.
He pulled his fingers out and gripped her panties and tore them off. Her body was now fully nude and vulnerable to his whims. He grabbed her arm and led her towards the side of the bed that the window was on. He pressed his hands against her hips and ordered her to lean back on her elbows and spread her legs. She complied. The moonlight shown from the window onto her exposed self; he was able to see her breasts bounce with every breath and her sex swollen and wet. Instead of taking her then and there he just stood there and stared at her while stroking himself through his pants. He growled with every downward stroke. When she attempted to look away or close her eyes he yelled at her to keep her eyes fixed on him. Again she did what she was told. Watching him stroke himself was making her hotter and worried about what the damage he was about to do to her.
He stopped stroking himself. "On your knees. Now!" he ordered. The moment she dropped to her knees he gripped her hair and yanked it back. "Undo my pants and suck me." Her hands reached up and undid his belt. "Put my belt on the bed." She did it then finished unleashing the beast in his pants. And her eyes widened at the size of it. There is no way I can fit that in my mouth..., she told herself. "Suck it like a good whore," he said as he tugged her hair.
