MINE part 3
She felt excruciating pain as she was abruptly dragged by her completely muddled hair, across the floor and up to her feet. “So, Bitch, this is how you want to play today? Well, I don’t feel like playing. I feel like fucking. So do us both a favor and just take it like the good little submissive slut I know you are.” His words were harsh, frank, and left little doubt of the gravity they held.
“Funny how you seem to go anywhere I want you to, if I just have a nice fistful of your pretty hair. Think I will continue to use it as motivation for you.” He sounded condescending and arrogant as he raised her up and forced her onto her stomach across his pristine oak desk.
As he stood behind her and began to lift her skirt, he cautioned her, “If you just hold still, this will all be over in a few minutes.”
In a spontaneous moment of desperation, she grabbed a stoneware cup and forcefully broke it across the side of his head, leaving its contents scattered in every direction, and a bloody gash oozing from his temple and dripping off his lower jaw.
“YOU STUPID BITCH!” escaped with a tone of absolute fury as he slammed her head onto his desk. The trauma sent her swimming in a dense fog of near-unconsciousness. Her wilted body draped motionless across his now-disheveled desk.
“YOU FUCKING WHORE! Look what you did to me,” he raged as he smeared his bloody hand across her cheek and made his way around his desk. “NO MORE GAMES!” he commanded as he reached down to one leg of his desk and returned with a chained cuff, attaching it to her limp wrist. “Who’s winning now, you little Cunt?” he tormented as he secured her other wrist to the opposite desk leg, and she slowly regained her wits.
to be continued………