"Damn it, I'm late!", I said under my breath.

I rushed out of my apartment, then realised that it was pouring with rain outside. I ran back in to get my umbrella.

I ran down the hall way, and rushed to the front door. I opened it, ready to sprint out. And that's when I saw him...

He was standing there, at the bottom of the steps, in the rain. He was drenched, but all I saw was the blaze in his blue eyes. I stood there blank, immobilised in place. He walked up to meet me, I looked up at him, thoughts rushed through my mind and felt the fury rise up inside me.

I walked back into the foyer, up the stairs, down the hallway. I didn't have to look back to know he followed me in. I could feel his eyes on me and the coldness I felt was replaced by a rushing fire.

I fumbled for my keys and walked into my apartment. I've thought about this moment a thousand times, dreamt of it, hating myself for wanting him. And here he is.

We walked in. Without looking at him, I closed the door. He put his wet, cold fingers through my hair and grabbed it. That familiar feeling of pain jolted me out of my thoughts and I felt my anger rise up again. I swung at him, wanting to scratch him with my keys but he grabbed it with his free hand. I dropped my keys as he twisted my hand towards my back and pulled me into him. It hurt like hell but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of crying out.

I glared up at him and spat on his face. He let go of my hair and with one hand, took both my arms and pinned me to the door as he crushed me. He wiped my spit off his cheek and without taking his eyes off me, slapped me across the face.

I let go of the breath that I didn't know I was holding, and he kissed me roughly, hungrily. I struggled, trying to get out of his grip, my hands clawing at his, but as the kiss smouldered, as his tongue entered my mouth, my knees betrayed me and became weak.

He dropped me to the floor and walked towards the couch. I tried to catch my breath, panting. I got up.

"Did I say you could follow?", he said.

He calmly sat down, studying me. I got up defiantly.

"Stay there", he whispered.

"Take your clothes off".

I slowly took off my clothes. Watching him, watching me.

"Leave your stockings on".

"Come over here, on your hands and knees", he commanded.

I obeyed.

Mixed feelings of desire and anger fought within me. He's wanted to control me for so long, we've struggled on who will master over the other. Here I am, my own desire is letting him win.

I walked into his open legs, kneeling, looking up, scornfully. My breasts rising with each breath. My nipples hardening. I raised my arms to cover myself but he swatted them away.

"Turn around and bend over". I slowly turned and laid my hands on the floor. It felt like an eternity. He didn't move or say anything. Then, I felt his
fingers start to pull my stockings down. The cold air touched my skin and made goose bumps over my flesh. I felt humiliated bending over like that, I tried to ignore the rush of warmth and wetness between my legs.

He laid both his hands on my ass. Then he slapped it hard. I let out a cry. He grabbed my waist and bent me over his knee, locked me between his legs and with one hand in my crotch, he proceeded to spank me, hard.

I bit my lip, stifling a cry, tears sprung from my eyes. He kept on spanking me until all I knew was the pain, the pleasure and the heat emanating with each stinging blow.

My leg was rubbing against his jeans and I could feel his hardness underneath it. His hand getting soaked in my pussy as I got wetter and slippery, again, my body betraying me. With each blow, he would rub my clit and slide his fingers in me. I finally cried out as I came for the first time. The first of many.

He threw me on the bed like a rag doll. I couldn't move, he spread my legs and looked at my swollen wet pussy. He swiped my hands away as I tried to cover myself. He slapped it and I keeled over, he pushed me back as he proceeded to slap my clit until I squirted and came.

Fully clothed, he hunched, towering over me. I wanted to feel his skin, I reached over to take his clothes off.

He slapped my hands away, "I didn't allow you to do that".

He grabbed my breasts and squeezed hard, finding my nipples twisting them. I arched my back in pain and in ecstasy. He took them both and devoured them, sucking, biting, squeezing, slapping them until they were raw and red. His fingers entered me and found my spot and started fucking me.

Sucking, biting, slapping my small breasts, I didn't know where I started and where his fingers and mouth ended. I let out a scream as I came and squirted over and over again.

Lying there, I was exhausted. He laid back beside me. Out of breath.

And that's when I pounced.

I slapped him hard across the face. I kneeled on his chest and whispered in his ear. "Now, it's my turn".

Then I woke up.

"That fucking dream again!!!". I yelled across the room. I made my way down and felt the wetness between my legs. The throbbing subsiding from my many wet dream orgasms. I turned off the alarm and rushed to get ready.

"Damn it, I'm late!", I said under my breath.

I rushed out of my apartment, then realised that it was pouring outside. I ran back in to get my umbrella.

I ran down the hall way, and rushed to the front door. I opened it, ready to sprint out.

And that's when I saw him...