Control
By: Olivia Black

He shoved her roughly onto the kitchen table, causing dishes to crash to the floor and condiments to dig into her arched back. He mounted her just as roughly, his body crushing her's until his arms found a place on either side of her head and a knee wedged itself between her thighs. Effectively, she was trapped in by a wall of testosterone. In one strong jerk he ripped her blouse open, the buttons stinging her face like rubber bullets. With a few more jerks the bright silk garment lay crumpled and torn, discarded on the floor. His movements were harsh and spastic as he fondled her breasts. Hard hands bruising tender flesh. She struggled involuntarily under the crushing weight of his body. Impatience causes him to grab a nearby knife to cut off any and all remaining articles of clothing. Her lacy black bra fell first followed shortly by her cotton skirt. Her nylons proved to be a challenge. He knicked her half a dozen times before finally getting them off. After what seemed like ages but was in reality a couple of minutes, she was completely exposed. By now his hard- on was threatening to rip his fly open and she could feel the terrible pressure and heat on her thigh. Three seconds and his pants were undone. Another three seconds and he was inside her thrusting violently. An outcry of pain escaped her lips as he quickened the pace ever further. His grin was wicked, the fear left her eyes. Her cries were that of pleasure now. They climaxed soon after and he dismounted her abruptly. She went up stairs, her head held high to get dressed and freshen up before heading back to work. Leaving her unemployed husband home to clean up his mess.