The following story is a brief depiction of consensual nonconsent. It is slightly violent and may be a trigger for some. Please do not continue to read if this might present an issue for you
She knelt naked before the front door. He was going to be home any minute and she was anxious to see him. His texts had made it very clear he’d had a shit day. She hoped there was some way she could improve it for him.
His boots stopped outside the door. His key in the lock and there he was before her. Her Sir looked tired and angry. He leaned back against the closed door and looked at her silently. She met his eyes, waiting for him to speak first.
He walked around behind her, and she knew better than to turn to face him unless he gave her permission. His continued silence frightening her just a little, but also exciting her. He didn’t get like this often.
“Present” his voice cracked out, and she jumped a little before she obediently slid forward, her ass high in the air, face to the floor. She heard him unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, and then he was on her, his cock deep inside her in one thrust that made her scream.
He was brutal. Fast and hard and consuming her. Both big hands grabbing her hips hard, fingers digging into her skin as he slammed into her again and again. All she could do was brace herself and absorb the punishment of his body.
He came quickly, a deep groan tearing from his throat as he pumped into her. For a moment he slumped over her body, his breath hot on her neck. Then he was gone. “Stay” he growled and walked into the bathroom.
She stayed, feeling his cum mingled with her juices dripping down her leg as the shower ran. A knot in her throat as she heard him drying off. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as she heard him walk back to her on bare feet.
A warm wet washcloth between her thighs, cleaning her off. He was still silent, His hands gentle now. He picked her up, cradling her as she hid her face in his neck, unwilling for him to see the tears.
Settling on the couch with her in his lap, his fingers tilting her face up to his. His thumb tracing the curve of her lip as he kissed away the tears that had spilled down her cheeks. “Did I hurt you baby?” he asked softly.
“No Sir,” she replied quietly. “I’m not sure why I’m crying.”
“My good good girl,” he whispered, tucking her head under his chin and rocking her gently in the silent room.