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ROUGH NIGHT
⚠️ BDSM
⚠️ Read at your own risk.
⚠️ Not suitable for young readers.
⚠️ Erotica short story.
I hear you pull in. 5:18; three minutes late. Traffic must have been heavy. I hear the car door slam - a bad sign. I inhale deeply and wobble to the front door. You have been having me wear ridiculously high heels lately...
You are upset. I can tell by the scowl you wear until our eyes meet. Then you seem to relax a bit - but not enough. "Rough day lover?" I ask, reaching for your case. My arm jerks as I take the weight from you.
"Yeah. Pretty rough." You wrench your tie loose and toss your coat on a chair. You sit on the couch, and beckon me with your finger. I put the case down and walk to you slowly, so you can watch me moving. You pat your lap as I approach, and I sit; my legs in between yours, my arms around your neck.
"Yes Master?" I look up at you, my heart fluttering, knowing that you have complete control over me. You do not speak, but you tilt my chin up with your fingers and kiss me. I feel my body relax, all cares leaving me. But I also feel your body harden with desire. And you've had a rough day...
Your hand leaves my chin and travels to my breast - caressing, teasing my hard nipple through the fabric of my shirt. I wiggle my ass on your lap, feeling you harden, and you groan into my mouth. Suddenly your caresses turn rough, as you squeeze my soft breast painfully. I gasp and instinctively break the kiss, and I twist, trying to escape your strong hand.
Suddenly the hand that had been supporting my head while you were kissing me grabs a fist full of my hair and jerks my head back. I cry out and look into your eyes. Yes. You have had a rough day. And now I am in for a rough night.
"Do you want to fight me?" I do not respond. "Go ahead. Give it all you've got baby. You know how it'll end." Knowing that this is what you want, I start to struggle against you. Your left hand grabs both my wrists and holds them together...
⚠️ Read at your own risk.
⚠️ Not suitable for young readers.
⚠️ Erotica short story.
I hear you pull in. 5:18; three minutes late. Traffic must have been heavy. I hear the car door slam - a bad sign. I inhale deeply and wobble to the front door. You have been having me wear ridiculously high heels lately...
You are upset. I can tell by the scowl you wear until our eyes meet. Then you seem to relax a bit - but not enough. "Rough day lover?" I ask, reaching for your case. My arm jerks as I take the weight from you.
"Yeah. Pretty rough." You wrench your tie loose and toss your coat on a chair. You sit on the couch, and beckon me with your finger. I put the case down and walk to you slowly, so you can watch me moving. You pat your lap as I approach, and I sit; my legs in between yours, my arms around your neck.
"Yes Master?" I look up at you, my heart fluttering, knowing that you have complete control over me. You do not speak, but you tilt my chin up with your fingers and kiss me. I feel my body relax, all cares leaving me. But I also feel your body harden with desire. And you've had a rough day...
Your hand leaves my chin and travels to my breast - caressing, teasing my hard nipple through the fabric of my shirt. I wiggle my ass on your lap, feeling you harden, and you groan into my mouth. Suddenly your caresses turn rough, as you squeeze my soft breast painfully. I gasp and instinctively break the kiss, and I twist, trying to escape your strong hand.
Suddenly the hand that had been supporting my head while you were kissing me grabs a fist full of my hair and jerks my head back. I cry out and look into your eyes. Yes. You have had a rough day. And now I am in for a rough night.
"Do you want to fight me?" I do not respond. "Go ahead. Give it all you've got baby. You know how it'll end." Knowing that this is what you want, I start to struggle against you. Your left hand grabs both my wrists and holds them together...
