1 A Familiar Stranger

"Take your shoes off". His raspy voice broke through the heavy silence of the room as he pulled off his coat to hang it at the door of the closet.

With a hesitant gulp, she obeyed recalling his extreme loathe for dirt while bending over to take off her muddy boots by the door with lingering thoughts.

Why did this scene feel so familiar?

Her head suddenly shot up the moment he spanked her as punishment for the delay. A small gasp escaped her lips but otherwise remained silent.

His eyes met hers, piercing into the soul of his prey - although it was as though their situations should be reversed. A sly grin formed on his lips while he steadily close the gap between them before pinning her to the wall by her neck.

"Ughh". She groaned. He was always so rough with her - as though she was some mere object.

But why did it feel so good?

His lips came down on hers slowly yet forcefully, eliciting a slight whimper from the back of her throat. He held her tight and deepened the kiss as she tried to fight back. He took advantage of her weakness and quickly pinned both her hands above her head with what seemed like the bare minimum of effort.

Her back arched instinctively as his fingers left her neck to trace down the collar of her shirt - undoing the buttons easily. Her breath hitched as his cold fingers brushed down from her chest to stomach.

He broke the kiss once, to stare into her eyes. They were pleading for more and it pleased him.

Her legs buckled when he pressed her even harder into the wall. He trailed kisses down her jawline, his hot breath grazing the side of her face making goosebumps erupt all over her exposed flesh.

"Ohh shit!". She nibbled at his lower lips regardless of the pain in her wrists. His mouth was warm, even the way their tongues danced.

The hand that had remained at her stomach lazily raised her skirt, tracing light patterns across her inner thighs. The feeling was ticklish, yet intoxicating - although her throat tightened when he reached her core.

Unhesitatingly, his thumb rubbed at the cotton fabric above her clit. Her panties were soaking with desire –

The throbbing of her heart increased when another finger moved to shift the loose underwear. It was so embarrassing to have worn something so... degrading!

Despite everything, he wholeheartedly pushed a middle finger down her wet pussy till it reached its target. Her body jerked forward at the contact of the second finger causing him to break the kiss.

Even till now, she couldn't make out the face of this stranger. What hurt her the most was the fact that she couldn't stop him-

Even if her mind wanted to, her body always negated.

Both fingers had begun to resonate inside her as he leaned down to kiss up her neck. His pace inside her steadily increased making her let out soft ecstatic moans.

"Don't stop". She bit her lip in surrender.

He merely bit her neck in reply. "I'd be damned to".