The buzzer rings out loud through your apartment, as you gently stir awake, peeking through your half open eyes the sun bursting through the cracks in the blinds, the warmth and light glowing on the skin of your legs as you kick the sheets off, rubbing your eyes.
You grab your phone, it’s 7am. Who the hell would be – The buzzer rings again and again suddenly, more demanding and persistently 2, 3, 4 times quickly, almost startling you into dropping your phone.
You jump out of bed, in your shorts and big tee, catching a glimpse of your bed head in the mirror as you grab your softest robe and throw it on, pushing the intercom in the hallway, your voice croaking out the first words of the day.. “Who is it?”
“Delivery.” a deep smooth voice pushes back.
“Can you leave it by the side?” you say, starting to feel your bare feet, cold on the laminate hallway floor.
“It’s heavy, and it needs a signature.”
You sigh. Too sleepy to go round and round, you push the entry button down and hear the door downstairs shut and the slow heavy footsteps beginning the mount to your 5th floor apartment.
You move to the kitchen, clicking the coffee machine on. You unlock your phone, it’s the 1st of the month and he said he’d be landing today but he hasn’t messaged you… you swipe away all the emails and texts from work already bombarding your phone with another light sigh, being the boss never stops but it can wait until coffee at least. You tap into his conversation, and being to type..
‘Hey handsome, hope you had a safe flight, call me later would love to see you today’
…the door knocks, loudly, 3 strong, spaced raps, making you jump again.
You peek the spyhole and see a broad chested man in a well fitting tee-shirt, with carrying gloves, dark jeans and workman boots, and a cap half covering his face as he waits to bring in a large rectangle box almost bigger than himself inside.
You tighten your robe, and make a late half-attempt to fix your hair, and open the door. “Good morning. You can just-” the man drops the box, as it tips your eyes shut and you shriek ever so slightly, expecting it to make a bang. But it drops slow, as if empty. You open your eyes, puzzled, to see the man looking at you… Serious faced, his beard full, lips thick and a tiny hint of a smile.. Or is it a smirk, his eyes dark brown, and hungry, his beard thick and full but groomed. His hair jet black and kempt.
You lift your hand and open your mouth, but before you can say a single word I pounce on you, pushing you into the wall with my hand covering your mouth as you scream, I kick the door shut and grab your neck, not squeezing, but enough to let you know, you’re not going anywhere.
Your heart racing, your breath quickening as I move you, hand still across your neck using it almost to guide you, back towards the door as I slowly push against your neck until you’re up against it… “Shh”, I gesture my finger to my lips and reach towards your face you close your eyes… Your hands gripping my wrist just in front of your neck trying to make my grip loosen but it doesn’t budge but tightens… You hear a click and rattling of a chain, the sound of the lock beside you being pushed in.
“Move.” I point to the sofa… as I release you barely, you push me hard in my chest, and run to the bedroom, but I’m faster. As you run in and try to slam the door behind you it immediately slams back open as I charge it down, and I catch you, grabbing your arm at the elbow, pulling you back, making you face me. As you try to wretch your arm free, your other hand pushing if my strong chest you shout, “What the FUCK do you want?!” but your volume, and language, is met with a sharp unrelenting slap across your face with the back of my hand.
You drop to the bed holding your cheek, looking up at me with contempt… Your face stinging and your eyes start watering.
“Firstly, respect…” I tower above you, completely unphased as if nothing unusual as happened… “do you understand?”
I step towards you, with you looking up at me, fear turning to anger, spitting out your words, “Fuck you.” and spit to the floor on my boots.
I laugh lightly and smile, moving right next to you, the smile quickly vanishes, I push you hard down to the bed my hand across your neck again, harder this time, “Oh you’ll fuck me baby. But not until I fuck you.” I squeeze and you feel your breath cut off for a few seconds, feeling like minutes, before I move my weight off you.
I pull you up and force your body against the wall slamming you and untying your robe hastily and throwing it to the floor you push back against me and I slam you into the wall again, keeping you pressed against it with my weight, my hands gripping your wrists as I kiss your neck, but the kiss is soft…gentle with a soft stroke of my tongue after… It feels…passionate even. But you’re immediately plunged back into reality as I throw you back to the bed in your big tee and shorts. I step towards you again, removing my belt I wrap it once gripping the buckle in my hand, twisting around leaving half the leather, waving above you.
“Now, respect… Do I need to teach you it?” I let the tip of the belt trace down along your body bare feet as you lay on your back.
Your breath quickens and you see the hunger in my eyes growing. “No. You don’t.”, you say with contempt again. I roll my eyes and I grab your arm again forcing you to turn now on to all fours, pushing your head down, with a fistful of your hair, I lean forward and whisper, “Don’t fucking move.” and before you have the chance to even try, my belt lashes across your ass, searing through your thin shorts, you feel it burning against your skin.
“You finish your answers, with ‘Sir’. Do you understand?”
Your ass on fire you can barely manage a meek “Yes”, and you immediately feel my belt come down again crossing across the last whip, burning again, shooting through you, “YES SIR, YES SIR” you scream out in pain jumping up as my hand grips the back of your neck and pushes you down again. The fear killing your remaining anger.
“Good girl, you learn fast.”
I grab your hair and pull you up again. So you’re kneeling on the egde of the bed caving the centre of it and facing the blinds. I hold your hands and place them, down onto your lap, your feet crossed behind you, your ass round above them, I take a scrunchie from your bedside dresser and tie your hair into a ponytail, you already know you can’t move.
Your mind racing, your palms sweaty, your skin stinging, but your anticipation growing… You go to speak, but think better of it.
I walk around the bed, slowly, my eyes on you, belt hanging in my hand, you feel my eyes scanning you, observing and learning your body. As I move to the blinds and open them wide, the sun makes you squint as you open your eyes to the busy main road below, 100s of people moving down below like ants scurrying to work, work that you’re going to miss you feel.
The sound of my big boots, slowly clunking as I move back around to you. I tuck your hair behind your ears softly, and move behind you and stop, just waiting. I push the belt in front of you to your right, but my lips whisper beside your left ear, making you jump slightly as you kneel on the bed, “do I need this again?”
You shake your head feverently, immediately following up with a quick “No, sir.” and the buckle of my belt clangs as it hits the floor. I grab the bottom of your tee and pull it up over your head leaving you topless for the world before you to see. You shut your eyes, the sun beaming onto your tits for me to admire, as my hands cup your breasts from behind. Squeezing each breast in one hand as my fingertips and thumbs press together around your nipples twisting firm and playfully.
My lips kissing along your neck and bare shoulders, my chest against your back. You’re nervous, but despite yourself, you feel your panties start to soak, as I slide one big hand slowly down your bare stomach and hips, my neck kisses turning to soft neck bites and my tongue slides from the nape of your neck up to your ear lobe sucking gently.
“See…” I whisper in your ear, “it’s good being good isn’t it?” my hand slides down into your shorts, with my free hand still teasing your now hard nipples flicking them in every direction I can and tugging until they slip from beteeen my fingertips before just holding across your neck from behind, your tits bouncing softly as I release them.. my fingertips begin to slide up, and down, firm but slow across your panties against your veiled clit, feeling your wetness building beneath..
And you whisper back, “Yes sir, I like being good for you.”, this time, with a hunger of your own, your head rolls back against my chest as my fingertips against your clit send warm shivers through your body, and a submission you never knew was inside you, sweeps over you.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nps223/a_rude_awakening_part_1_dom_sub_cnc_for_women