He arrives home to find her cooking, she’d had the day off and has been expecting him. A cursory glace and immediately she could tell the mood, his energy overwhelming the warmness of the room. A chill runs up her spine. She avoids eye contact after the greeting, excited for what’s coming next.
With silent feet against the floor the only thing to be heard was the faint music of the kitchens speakers and the rustle of his clothes. Now standing behind her, breathing down on her neck, “smells delicious” he whispers. He plunges a cold hand down the back of her loose fitting trousers and gropes at her already soaking cunt. She pulls away from the initial shock, nipples erect and covered in goose bumps; she tries to resist by turning towards him.
Reaching past her, he turns off the hob, “get on your knees”. Trembling, she slowly lowers herself to the ground, the chill of the floor prickling her knees. She never looks away from his eyes, they are his tell.