My eyes fell on his face as I stepped through the door. He didn’t seem that menacing and yet I knew what he was capable of.
“Hey,” he said casually. “How was your drive?”
“Uh, it wasn’t too bad,” I said softly. I was too full of anticipation to make small talk. He’d told me when I said I was on my way over that he wanted me to come in his house and get on my knees. I wondered if I’d be punished for not following that order.
For a moment we were silent and he looked into my eyes. Then, very slowly and deliberately, he reached out and grabbed my neck. Squeezing tightly, he pushed me backwards until the back of my head hit the wall. I whimpered, just the slightest bit.
He brought his face towards mine and kissed me, hard. He invaded my mouth with his tongue, still holding me against the wall by my neck. For a moment we stayed like that, with me trapped between the wall and the rough grip of his hand, trying my best to fight back with my own tongue but knowing I was outmatched. Then slowly, he pulled away.