1. Letting him in (Part 2)


    Date: 4/12/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Domination / Submission, Hardcore, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Reluctance, Author: Kay Tinsley, Source: sexstories.com

    2 days 7 hours and 14 minutes since he last talked to her. She wasn't a stalker but she was starting to feel the grips of obsession taking her over. The past few days and nights her mind was unable to focus on anything besides him and the last time they were together. It seemed as if she could still feel the sweat from his body sliding onto her own, his soft short cut hair passing over her palms and the feeling of his playful mouth on her nipples. How could she focus on anything else? Now sitting behind her desk at work she felt her body start too flush again from those very thoughts. She pressed her thighs together and felt the dampness was already there between her legs. She made her inner walls clench for a moment and arched her back from the sensation. She wanted him so bad, she needed him. Her hands fidgeted with random items on the coffee table waiting for his response. She wanted to recant and tell him she lied. She shouldn't have told him that she fucked someone else. Why would she say that? She knew, she wanted to see his reaction. She was hoping to hurt him in the way he always seemed to hurt her. She realized that she was lunging at her ringing phone. He was calling, oh god what did that mean? Three words and then the call ended. "Open the door" She stood there frozen with the phone still glued to her ear. The sharp knock on the door almost made her cry out. Could she pretend that she wasn't home? No the car is outside and he might have called while standing ...
    outside. She slowly went to the door as another set of sharp knocks echoed through the room. She unlocked the latch on the door and slowly opened the door. He entered her living room, keeping his distance from her. She watched as he moved across the room to a chair and he perched on the arm. He stared at her for a moment before finally talking. "Who did you fuck?" She shrugged she didn't quite finish her lie in her head. "Just a guy" "Where did you meet him?" "From work" "How big is his cock" She laughed for a second baffled by the question "why?" "Is he bigger than me?" Yes, slipped from her mouth before she knew it. "Do you like his cock more?" She shrugged "Where did he fuck you? Did you cum? Did he fuck you hard and deep?" She shook her head and looked off into the kitchen, feeling depressed and disgusted by his questions. Softly she said "you don't need to know any of that" He was on his feet walking towards her so fast that she couldn't think to move. He slapped her across the cheek. The surprise of it caused tears to well into her eyes. She didn't want him to see her cry so she started to turn away. He grabbed a hold of her chin and forced her face towards him. The tears had started running down her face and she tried to avoid looking into his face. "You will always answer me when I ask you something. You will do as I say and you will always be mine." His little slut... That's all he will ever want her as. She tried to snatch her face from his hands. He smiled and started to ...
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