You walked in my door and as I went to greet you in my normal fashion of greeting guests, you pinned my arms behind my back with one very strong hand. I felt you as your hard body pushed me back against the wall and pinned me there. "No " was all I could say at the time. You spin me around and move to pin me face against the wall. I can smell the aftershave that you use. I hear and feel the sharp intake of breath that you do in response to being told no. I can feel your hand tighten on my wrists and I know that if I donβt do something here I am going to be taken without any regard to me or what I do. I start trying to slowly loosen the grip that you have on my wrist and at the same time you are forcing your leg further up between mine. "You are hurting me, please stop" I beg to no avail.
With your leg between mine and forcing the issue and the more that I attempt to struggle and move away from you the harder your body leans into me and pins me tighter against the wall. I have tears in my eyes and it is getting hard to breath like this. "Please don't do this", comes from my mouth in a ragged whisper. You just yank harder on the braid and force my head back further. I feel one of your hands working on the tail of my nightshirt and know that not wearing panties was a serious mistake this time. It would have allowed me a few more seconds to do something, anything to get you off of me. All of a sudden the pressure of your body on mine eases a little and I can take a deep breath.
You pull on the braid forcing my head back as far as it will go, and then you kiss me. Hard, demanding, a kiss of heat and primal passion that lets me know that you will not be denied what you want. I struggle against the kiss, against you with no hope of winning. You are going to have what you want and you mean to take it by whatever force is necessary. I feel your body ease slightly to one side as I am trying to avoid your mouth against mine. The smack rings loud in the other wise quiet apartment, I feel the sting on my ass cheek where you have hit me. That will leave a red mark on my fair skin at the least. I feel you chuckle at my sudden stopping of the struggle to get away from you.
You have one of your legs hooked around mine and begin to pull my legs apart again. I try to not let this happen and I am sure that you can feel the thigh muscles jump and twitch at the effort that I am making to fight this assault on me off. You laugh at what are my feeble attempts to stop you. Yanking on the braid again you force me to my knees and look down at me. You now have the braid wrapped around your hand and use it to control the body motions that I make. Any struggles immediately produce a strong yank that brings tears to my eyes.
Your hand goes to your zipper and even if I can't see, I can hear the sound of it being lowered. I can hear the rustle of cloth against cloth as you move. The next thing that I feel is something hard, hot, and long against my cheek. Keeping us separated with just enough distance so that I can't see what is coming, you tell me to close my eyes. When I refuse, another hard yank provides the want to do as you ask. I allow you to guide my head slowly to one side and feel your finger on my lips. This is something that I recognize and I open my mouth to try to capture it as you slowly and very gently run it over my lips.