They had tried so hard to be clever. The gentle back and forth of flirting, a wry smile, fleeting touch. A gradual build up; that gentle coaxing of the flames from the embers, until that flame was too hot to touch, and yet, too hot to resist. They were meant to be elegant, their words weapons as they wrestled for status, playing for keeps in their sweet little game to assert their worth and worthiness upon one another.
So how had she ended up with her cheek pressed against the floor? His hand gripped her long hair and forced her against the ground, forcing a yelp from her lips as she felt him practically tear off her clothes. She whined like an animal, struggling against his grip, but he was stronger, holding her down, forcing her back against the rough carpet. This wasn’t the way they said the game would be played.
Her panties were torn from her, and a low chuckle escaped his lips. She already knew what it was, and a flush of hot shame burned through her, dragging a smug smile to her lips. She was wet, her body showing off what her words struggled to articulate. She could hear him unclasp his belt, and in turn her eyes fluttered shut, licking her lips in anticipation. If playing coy about her wants, her needs, was part of the game, she really had no interest in playing.