eat ass

She expected the rape to be quick and rough, and was anticipating the worst. But for a few moments nothing happened. Her assailant simply stood still behind her, as if he were looking her over, surveying her body. She wondered if that was good or bad. He probably thinks I'm a dog, she thought.

She knew that she was an attractive woman by anybody's standards, but she also had a self-image problem. Idiot. Her she was, handcuffed to this big table, some madman staring at her ass and ♥♥♥♥, and she was worried about whether she looked good!

She felt something touching the back of her neck, and she shivered. It felt like...like a feather. No, she thought, as it traced a slow path down her spine, swirling over her shoulders, then heading toward her waist, sending shivers of unexpected pleasure through her. It felt more like...the petals of a flower. And then she smelled it: a rose. What the Hell?

She didn't get a chance to say anything more as the man--she noticed he was wearing a cologne she didn't recognize--shoved a gag in her mouth, then tied it around the back of her neck. She whimpered into the gag. The only thing she could see was the living room, seemingly miles away. She could see the couch where she, Rich, and Marie frequently made love. Tears clouded her eyes.

Then she felt something cold and metallic at her neck, and her body tensed. She shivered as it traced a line down her back. She knew then that it was a knife, cutting her blouse, her bra, and pausing only momentarily before continuing down her lower back to the waist of her skirt. Then the cold metal blade followed the crack of her ass, hissing as it cut through the fabric of her skirt from waist to hem. Her assailant's intent was obvious now, although she knew early on what was probably going to happen.

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In the bedroom, he pushed her up against the wall, impatiently stripping her bare. His eyes drank in every inch of exposed flesh as he pinned her wrists above her head. She was easy to restrain, while his other hand spanked her ass, warming her skin with a quick lick of fire. She defiantly arched her back, pressing into him.

“You’re going to be my bad girl, tonight aren’t you?”

“I’ll do anything you want,” she promised.

He ran his tongue down the length of her spine.

“Get on your knees.”

It was a heated and nearly frantic display as the couple spilled from the elevator doors in the early twilight hours of the morning. His hands gripped her thighs as she hooked one leg over his hip, the short black skirt she’d worn at the club nearly pushed up to her waist. He fumbled with the keys to their apartment as she tugged his shirt out of his jeans.
“I want you to fill me up,” she murmured into his ear.

He liked her this way; feisty and assertive, deliberately provoking him.

“I don’t know if you can handle what I have planned for you, dirty girl,” he teased as he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around him.

“You know I’m always game.”

And she was. She had a way of matching his passions, eager to explore their boundaries. It kept their relationship vital and fresh.