MINE part 2
He leaned in for a second attempt, but again she struggled under his strong grasp to turn her head away, to avoid their lips making contact, and strainfully uttered, “Maybe YOU didn’t understand. I’m NOT interested.”
“Your interest, or lack of, is of no consequence to me. So, I strongly suggest you quit this futile rebellion and allow me to have my way with you. Otherwise, the results might not be very much to your liking,” he matter-of-factly informed her as he stared intensely into her defiant eyes.
In a jaw-set huff, she retorted, “NO Sir! I am afraid that if you continue with your insistence that I comply with your demands, it is YOU who will find yourself suffering, how did you put it, ‘results not very much to your liking’.”
Lightning fast his hand came down firm and swift across her anger-flushed cheek. The force knocked her slightly off balance, but she promptly recovered and stared at him with her resolute, determined eyes and asked through clenched teeth, “If that is all, Sir, I will be going now.” She did not try to hide the venom in her voice.
The second strike knocked her completely off balance as she crashed into the leather chair that sat along the mahogany wall. The daze it left in its wake hadn’t even begun to subside when she felt a fistful of hair gathering between his fingers, and her body was launched from the chair, her face and chest smashed powerfully into the wall. “Bitch, who the fuck do you think you are talking to? You will be MINE anytime I want you to. UN-DER-STAND?” His fury was palpable.
He gave her no time to respond before she was yanked away from the wall and felt the strength of his hands, on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees. She buckled under the force, landing roughly on the floor, with one knee and both hands pressing into the ground. One foot remained firmly planted, in a half-squatted position, clearly in defiance of his will to have her kneeling. He quickly noticed she wasn’t entirely offered on both knees, and forcefully jerked her foot out from under her. His massive, strong hands easily pressed her kneeling form into the hardwood floor by the back of her neck.
Her heavy, labored breathing soon began to relent when he released her crumpled body and stood towering over her. She remained lowered, still inwardly defiant, and contemplated her next move. He began unbuckling his belt and releasing himself from inside his straining designer suit pants. Once his hardened cock was free, he again grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up, as he thrust his member against her clenched lips. “Open your mouth!” he commanded. She just stared up at him with steely black eyes, her mouth remaining firmly closed. With a swift smack across her mouth with his engorged cock, in a much angrier tone he again commanded, “Open your FUCKING mouth, you stupid BITCH!” Again she just stared, eyes fixed and jaw set closed.
The open handed slap to the side of her face came with such force it catapulted her instantly to the floor, causing her head to ricochet off the stained wood floor and land with a painful thud. She lay completely dazed with her head pulsing in time with her rapidly beating heart, as drool slowly seeped from her now parted lips.
to be continued…………..