She had no warning when the door slammed shut behind her. The apartment was dark, the only light a thin strip from the streetlamp outside. Before she could speak, a hand clamped over her mouth and a solid body pressed her face-first against the wall. His strength was absolute, unyielding, every inch of him radiating control that left no room for negotiation.
“Quiet,” he growled against her ear, voice low and rough. His free hand yanked her wrists behind her back, binding them with something soft but unyielding. She struggled on instinct, hips twisting, but he simply leaned harder, pinning her with the weight of his frame until movement became impossible. Heat flooded her skin despite the fear, a treacherous pulse between her thighs that she refused to name.
He spun her around, eyes locked on hers in the dim light. No mercy there, only hunger sharpened into command. “You’re mine tonight. Fight all you want. It won’t change what happens.” His fingers tore at her clothes with brutal efficiency, fabric ripping, buttons scattering. Cool air hit her bare breasts, nipples tightening instantly. He took one in his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing until she gasped. Pleasure and resistance warred inside her, the power exchange already reshaping her body’s responses.
She kicked out once. He caught her leg, lifted it, and forced her thigh wide. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without preamble, finding her already slick. A dark chuckle vibrated against her throat. “Look at that. Your cunt knows who owns it.” He pumped his fingers deep and fast, thumb circling her clit with ruthless precision, dragging unwilling moans from her. Her bound hands clawed uselessly at the wall. Every thrust of his hand reminded her she had no say, no escape, only the relentless climb toward an orgasm she didn’t want to give him.
When he finally freed his cock, it was heavy, veined, and already leaking. He hooked her other leg over his arm, lifting her bodily so her back slammed the wall again. The blunt head pressed against her entrance, then drove in with one savage thrust. She cried out at the stretch, the fullness, the way he bottomed out and stayed there, grinding deep so she felt every inch claiming territory.
He fucked her like that, hard, punishing strokes that lifted her off the floor with each snap of his hips. Her breasts bounced against his chest. Sweat slicked their skin. The wet slap of flesh filled the room, punctuated by his guttural grunts and her broken sounds.
He carried her to the bed without pulling out, dropping her onto her stomach and yanking her hips up. The new angle let him drive even deeper. One hand fisted her hair, arching her back; the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. “Take it,” he ordered, pounding into her cervix with every thrust. She came violently, walls clamping around him, thighs shaking, a scream muffled by the pillow. He didn’t slow. He used her orgasm to fuel his own rhythm, relentless, until she was sobbing from overstimulation, another climax building against her will.
He flipped her onto her back again, spreading her wide and pinning her knees to her chest. The position left her completely exposed, helpless. He watched her face as he fucked her, eyes dark with satisfaction every time she clenched around him. “You’re going to come again,” he said, voice tight. “And you’re going to thank me for it.” His thumb returned to her swollen clit, circling mercilessly while his cock hammered the spot inside that made her vision blur. She shattered once more, body convulsing, voice hoarse. Only then did he let himself go, burying deep and flooding her with hot pulses, hips jerking as he emptied himself.
In the aftermath he didn’t release her immediately. He stayed inside, softening slowly, fingers tracing the marks he’d left on her skin. When he finally pulled out, he gathered the evidence of their encounter with two fingers and pushed it back in, a final possessive gesture. She lay there, trembling, marked, owned, the power exchange still humming between them like an electric current. He leaned down, mouth brushing her ear one last time.
“Next time,” he murmured, “you’ll beg for it first.”
