Author: FlailingUpwards

Hot Chocolate (Part 2/2) [MF][BDSM][MDom][Consensual][Long]

*Continued from* [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pd2q3r/hot_chocolate_mfbdsmmdomconsensuallong/)

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With a low growl Matthew shook the girl by her hair, jerking her off balance as she stumbled away from the coffee table, which gave him room to push her down onto her knees. Allison was unwilling to violently resist and he left her no other choice but compliance as she fell to the ground at his feet allowing her face to be pushed down onto the wet carpet, the smell of the hot chocolate filled her nostrils as the cooling wet stain scratched at her cheek. Her hand slipped away from his wrist to lay on the floor as she trembled uncontrollably. Her imagination tried to grasp what he intended to do with her.

She had thought of Matthew as a quiet protector, a nice man, a wholesome figure who had never in her life raised his voice or a hand to anyone. She had never once seen him as angry as he was and was frightfully unsure of what it meant, so she did the only thing she could think to in order to appease and diffuse it, she submitted. She had asked for this, but once given she realized she never actually expected Matthew to raise a hand to her. Read more »

Hot Chocolate [MF][BDSM][MDom][Consensual][Long]

When the doorbell rang to stir Matthew from deep slumber, the annoyance rumbled in the man’s throat as groggily he groped into the dim room for the only source of light. The neon green sign on his nightstand blared the insult of 2:40 AM to punctuate his perturbed demeanor. With protest, his body would be forced to move, pushing through the dull ache of desired sleep. Rising to his dresser he pulled a white tank top over his broad shoulders ignoring the loose flannel pants he wore to sleep in.

Again, the doorbell rang, and though unheard by any audience Matthew muttered his curses beneath his breath. Standing before the solid oak door to peek through the peephole he felt a bit of the frustration of being awoken fade when he saw who was pestering him at such a late hour.

The silhouette of the petite blond standing beneath pale yellowing light spotlighting her on his porch was hardly the sight that any warm blooded male could fault for long. Her fair complexion and doll-like face embraced the montage of the innocent sweetheart though her eyes were hallowed and puffy from tears shed before being hastily dabbed away. All the frustration of his interrupted sleep melted away as he threw the door open and greet the familiar woman, “Allison?” Read more »