CrystalLight
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I had it and now it's gone. I might return to it.
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It had been a long day. All I wanted to do was come home, get undressed and take a long bath. My work keeps me in the office all sorts of odd hours, but by some miracle I managed to escape at a relatively early hour.
I balanced my briefcase and bag containing way-too-expensive-but-I'm-worth it lotion as I rifled through my purse for my keys. I turned the key and used my hip to bump the door open the rest of the way. I strode in and tossed my shit on the table, anxious to get my evening of relaxation underway.
I had just kicked off my shoes and stood upright when all of a sudden there a hand wrapped itself violently around my hair, a kick to the back of my knees sent me buckling to the ground, I shoved forward but the hand held fast, allowing me no room for escape. I tried to turn to get a look at the person causing this to happen, my stomach was flipping violently and after a moment's thought I realized it wasn't from fear, but from arousal.
Disgusted with myself I opened my mouth to scream, but another hand clamped over my mouth and my frustration was palpable as I lunged forward once more, my scream muffled into the stranger's hand as I was pulled back.
The grip on my hair loosened and I attempted to roll to the side, only to be yolked roughly onto my back. I glared upwards, my eyes taking in the sight that stood smirking before me. I faltered, my jaw gaped open as I struggled to form words.
"Y..y...y...you.."
The man nodded, his eyes dancing dangerously.
"Yes. Me."
I struggled to sit up, my mind racing through my day as I kept my eyes locked on him. He loomed closer and I jumped up quickly, my shock now turned to anger as I realized I backed myself into a corner. The man closed in and pressed his body against mine, deftly he grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them above me.
"You know" he murmured as he pressed his mouth to my ear. "You shouldn't walk around with such an attitude all the time." Lazily he pressed his thumbs against my wrists, the pressure causing my palms to involuntarily unclench. I gritted my teeth as he moved both thumbs to my palms and circled slowly. He chuckled as he watched me react, his mouth glided across my jawline as I struggled to turn my head away.
"What's the matter? Didn't think I had the balls to follow you home?" He pressed his hips against mine and I could feel through our fabrics that he was as excited as I was struggling not to be.
I shivered and replied with a choked breath, "No. I always knew you did. I just never thought you were man enough to take to a challenge."
He pulled his mouth away from mine, his eyes searched my own as an amused smile played upon his lips. Quickly he pulled me back from the wall, his grip tight on my wrist as he pulled it behind my back and against his chest. Roughly he shoved me forward, leading us towards the living room.
"I'm always up for a challenge, dear." He replied, his free hand curved around my hip, my abdomen exposed from my shirt riding up. "The problem is that you aren't that much of one." He curled his fingers inward, tightening his grip on my wrist as I squirmed and fought a wave of laughter that threatened to break through my resolve.
"Don't DO that!" I gasped, struggling to keep my building desire buried.
"Do...what?" He chuckled, pulling us down onto the floor and
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It had been a long day. All I wanted to do was come home, get undressed and take a long bath. My work keeps me in the office all sorts of odd hours, but by some miracle I managed to escape at a relatively early hour.
I balanced my briefcase and bag containing way-too-expensive-but-I'm-worth it lotion as I rifled through my purse for my keys. I turned the key and used my hip to bump the door open the rest of the way. I strode in and tossed my shit on the table, anxious to get my evening of relaxation underway.
I had just kicked off my shoes and stood upright when all of a sudden there a hand wrapped itself violently around my hair, a kick to the back of my knees sent me buckling to the ground, I shoved forward but the hand held fast, allowing me no room for escape. I tried to turn to get a look at the person causing this to happen, my stomach was flipping violently and after a moment's thought I realized it wasn't from fear, but from arousal.
Disgusted with myself I opened my mouth to scream, but another hand clamped over my mouth and my frustration was palpable as I lunged forward once more, my scream muffled into the stranger's hand as I was pulled back.
The grip on my hair loosened and I attempted to roll to the side, only to be yolked roughly onto my back. I glared upwards, my eyes taking in the sight that stood smirking before me. I faltered, my jaw gaped open as I struggled to form words.
"Y..y...y...you.."
The man nodded, his eyes dancing dangerously.
"Yes. Me."
I struggled to sit up, my mind racing through my day as I kept my eyes locked on him. He loomed closer and I jumped up quickly, my shock now turned to anger as I realized I backed myself into a corner. The man closed in and pressed his body against mine, deftly he grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them above me.
"You know" he murmured as he pressed his mouth to my ear. "You shouldn't walk around with such an attitude all the time." Lazily he pressed his thumbs against my wrists, the pressure causing my palms to involuntarily unclench. I gritted my teeth as he moved both thumbs to my palms and circled slowly. He chuckled as he watched me react, his mouth glided across my jawline as I struggled to turn my head away.
"What's the matter? Didn't think I had the balls to follow you home?" He pressed his hips against mine and I could feel through our fabrics that he was as excited as I was struggling not to be.
I shivered and replied with a choked breath, "No. I always knew you did. I just never thought you were man enough to take to a challenge."
He pulled his mouth away from mine, his eyes searched my own as an amused smile played upon his lips. Quickly he pulled me back from the wall, his grip tight on my wrist as he pulled it behind my back and against his chest. Roughly he shoved me forward, leading us towards the living room.
"I'm always up for a challenge, dear." He replied, his free hand curved around my hip, my abdomen exposed from my shirt riding up. "The problem is that you aren't that much of one." He curled his fingers inward, tightening his grip on my wrist as I squirmed and fought a wave of laughter that threatened to break through my resolve.
"Don't DO that!" I gasped, struggling to keep my building desire buried.
"Do...what?" He chuckled, pulling us down onto the floor and