Panting and kissing we crash through the front door. I hear the sound of metal as his keys hit the floor and we stumble down the hallway. He opens the door to – what I assume is – the bedroom and we rush inside, still kissing.

Fumbling we start removing each other’s shirts. My eyes linger on his upper; His toned muscles, broad shoulders and smooth skin. With a swift motion he unbuckles my bra, exposing my breasts and I gasp as he leans down and his lips brush a nipple.

I struggle to open his belt buckle and I feel his kisses start trailing up my neck and his hands caressing my back. He stops for a moment to help me remove his pants and I shudder at the sight; He’s got quite the package.

He starts unbuttoning my pants and pull them down and while kissing my thighs, he removes my underwear.

He comes back up and eagerly presses his lips against mine - biting, sucking, exploring – and the sensation leaves me panting for more.

Then without warning he grabs me and throws me on the bed. He spreads my legs and bends down and starts kissing my thighs. I quiver with anticipation and let out a gasp as his tongue finds the opening. Impulsively I grab his hair and my moans start filling the room.

I tremble under his skillful touch and feel myself getting closer to the peak. Just as I’m about to reach it, he stops and hear myself whimper. I must be drunk; this isn’t how it was supposed to go.

He gets up and I look into his blue eyes – now almost black with desire. He pushes me further onto the bed and gets into position between my legs.

“Hurry” I hear myself whisper desperately, and he grabs my hips and grants my request. I cover my mouth to muffle a scream as he enters me, then he starts moving with slowly. Excruciatingly slowly.

“Faster” I plead, but he just looks at me with a smirk. Is he teasing me?

I grab onto his hips to make him move faster, but he grabs my wrists and pushes me back down.

“What? Don’t like it?” I hear his voice whisper teasingly next to my ear. I hiss at him, but it quickly turns into a moan when he thrusts into me again.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go.

Then he stops suddenly and stays still for a while. My body’s trembling, why isn’t he moving? I need more.

As if he can read my mind he whispers: “We can stop if you don’t like it. Or will you be a good girl now?”

What?! What the hell is he saying to me?

I whimper as he pulls out and he gets on his knees between my legs. With his hands gripping my thighs he starts rubbing his shaft against my opening.

“Do you want it?” he asks with a smirk.

I shiver. Yes, I really want it.

“Yes” I mutter from clenched teeth.

He pushes in the tip and start moving it ever so slowly back and forth.

“Really? You didn’t say please” he says, still smirking.

The insolence of this man. Who does he think he is? I can’t believe this, and I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth: “Please, let me have it”

With a quick motion he pushes deep inside me and I cry out in pleasure. His hips start moving faster and the sensation is euphoria. He pulls me up on his lap and grabs my hair and I hear him moan softly, as he thrusts inside of me. Suddenly and violently I reach the peak and I scream in ecstasy and hear him grunt as he comes as well. Then we just sit there panting for a moment.

Slowly my senses return to me. What just happened? How could I let this man dominate me?

Grabbing his shoulders, I quickly push myself up and out of the bed. He looks at me in surprise. “Uh, what’s up?”

Angry I start picking up my clothes from the floor. He gets up and tries to put his arms around me, but I brush him off.

“You enjoyed it too, didn’t you?” he asks and there is a slight grin on his face.

Yes, it felt good. But this is humiliating. If anyone was supposed to be whimpering, it was him. This is the worst.

Without answering I take my clothes and storm out the door and slam it behind me. Where is the bathroom? I grab the handle to what I correctly assume is the bathroom and hurry inside just in time to hear him coming out of the bedroom.

“Hey?” I hear his voice call out from the hallway. “What’s the matter?”

I start getting dressed and hear him knock on the door. I ignore it.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough on you, I didn’t mean to.” He mutters from the other side.

I don’t give a shit asshole, leave me alone.

As soon as I’m dressed, I pull the door open and he almost topples into me. I push him away and head for the front door, but he grabs my hand to stop me.

“Don’t touch me!” I yell at him angrily and he recoils in surprise.

“Hey, I just… “, he begins but I just slam the door open and storm outside. Smug bastard.