Strangers [M/F] | 2016

She checked her phone again.

But she found nothing there except for a photo of herself and him smiling — a couple silently mocking her, flaunting a happier time in her frustrated face. It had been 40 minutes and several large whiskies since he had stormed off. Again.

She didn't even know what they were arguing about this time, something to do with principles? A misunderstanding? Who knew. Who cared. Right now all she wanted to do was punish him, and since he wasn't making himself available for this she was going to take it out on her liver.

Picking up a bottle of Dalwhinnie from the kitchen, she surveyed the party she had begrudgingly accompanied him to; everyone and everything had a sheen of success upon it — from the heavy pile of cocaine on the £3,000 Signature Barzetti turntable ("£200 a gram: he used to deal to Jérôme Kerviel so you know it's really fucking good"), through to the expensively curated teeth bared by the expensively paid for models as they threw their heads back in the kind of laughter that only it's unwitting investor doesn't cringe at the sound of.

Checking her phone again only messages containing winks, suggestions and the pitifully misguided thinking from men who were not him greeted her. Switching the phone off and putting it away, her teeth clenched in anger so hard she imagined for a moment the feeling of a tooth caving in like a bear trap on the soft nervy pulp within, a claw of enamel squeezing white light and retributive pain into her skull. Her mouth watered. She chased both away with two large gulps of whiskey.

Fuck him. Tomorrow she would worry about sense, tonight she was going to get drunk....more drunk.

Exploring the townhouse she saw no one she knew. She felt her anger muddled by the whiskey turn from a harsh spirit into a warm glow in the pit of her stomach. And it was descending further in her body by the minute. It settled between her legs and began to throb with her pulse. Her eyes scanned anew, there was hunger and cool indifference to what was now forming in her head...

Stumbling through the party the tough guy swigs from the bottle were catching up with her so she explored the upper levels of the house which the other guests found uninviting. Finding herself on the top floor her heart jumped as she saw an ethereal figure dressed in white through a doorway in a dark room. Stepping back to double take she saw herself reflected in the floor to ceiling window of a large bathroom, the lights of the city twinkled behind her mirrored self. Stepping inside she pulled the tightly woven velvet cord that illuminated the room and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Taking her phone and a wrap of cocaine from her purse she chopped up a slim line, pressed the button and waited for both herself and her phone to come online in order to tell the next chapter of the night.

Her texts remained delivered but not signed for, she shook her head. The opening of the narcotic envelope however brought a message to her as insistent as a telegram; she deserved better tonight. She, deserved better.

Walking into the main room she scanned the room and saw Toby, the only guy she knew there, a work acquaintance of his who raised his glass to her and moved his head back to beckon her over. He was unremarkable in every way, but as she walked over to him, this made him even more attractive to her — she was not drawn to him for any other reason than she knew he would do for her whatever she wanted.

After 10 minutes of idle chat, the cocaine demanded more. They walked outside to the garden and lit a cigarette each. Toby was no man, she knew he wouldn't take what he wanted and she knew there was no one here who would put her in her place so she instead took control herself. Pushing him back against the wall she kissed him hard.

His hands were at first raised up in what was almost a shrug of shock and confusion at what to do, but they soon found their way to the ass that everyone had been staring at, who he had cum thinking of countless times and which he was now lustfully kneading in his hands. He felt himself get instantly hard, grinding into her as he heard his moans in his throat as though from someone else.

Her hand fell down onto his cock as she ground her clit on his thigh, everything was forgotten. Toby wasn't Toby, he was just a man, a concept to lance her frustration, to pound her. She wanted his cock in her mouth right now. She wanted it in her ass. She wanted the whole party to watch as she let anonymous cock after anonymous cock use her neglected body. She became dizzy with lust and fear at how she felt, opening her eyes she saw her reflection again. Only it was a dark silhouette. It was someone...watching them? Her mind was playing tricks which were shut out by Toby's fingers pressing at her wet cunt through the mesh of her knickers.

Her phone.

It buzzed.

She came to to what she was doing, smelt the stale garlic on his breath, the balding hair and the pleading look on his face. What the fuck was she doing??

Without even saying a word, she went inside and pushed through the crowd and headed upstairs. On the second floor she pulled out her phone to see what he finally had to say for himself.

Nothing. 10% battery left. Just a warning. Tears filled her eyes, anger, confusion and an overwhelming need to be touched, to be taken away from this frustration overcame her. She regretted what she had lowered herself to outside, what if someone saw? I mean she didn't even fancy him, what was she thinking.

And still the need to be fucked burned.

She went all the way upstairs to the bathroom again. Looking at her full lips with their smudged red lipstick she looked like a whore and she loved it. She was. She needed to be treated like one. Pushing the door closed she lay on the floor and began to touch herself, she imagined men standing around watching her, each cock in their hands a totem of her wasted sexuality tonight.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"I know your boyfriend. I saw what you did outside"

Her world imploded.

"What? I don't know what you're on about, now go away I'm trying to go to the toilet"

"I know your boyfriend and what you did wasn't cool"

Fuck.

"And I know you're not going to the toilet.....because I've been watching you through the keyhole"

Fear turns to anger and shame. Her mind raced, no one really knew them at this party. No one saw. But wait, the reflection, the shadow, maybe someone did see her?

Or maybe someone saw them earlier as a couple and was now leveraging that knowledge to fuck with her. But why? Why would someone bother? Who the fuck was this guy??

Angrily she turned the lock and flung the door open. Outside the landing was dark, he had turned the light out. She made out a figure, taller than her, strong, but a face she couldn't make out because he was already upon her. She felt herself being picked up and bundled back inside, her face pressed against the wall with his weight behind her as he closed and locked the door. She feels his large rough hand covering her mouth and glances his reflection in the mirror just before he pulls the cord so hard that she feels it whip her face as it comes free from the fixture. Darkness.

Whispering, he tells her that he's been watching her all night. How he saw the argument and he couldn't let it go, how someone so beautiful was treated so dismissively. She doesn't know what is going on any more, his grip on her is firm and fierce but his words are soft, with a menacing intent.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson tonight. One you need. You do not cheat on him with just anyone. If you breath a word of this I will tell him" He says his name and she knows it's now true. She can only hear the blood pounding in her ears and feel his presence overwhelming her.

"I watched you playing with yourself like a slut and I'm going to treat you like one. You can struggle but it will do you no good." As he says this, one hand pulls her arms behind her back, the other grabs her around the throat and pushes her to the floor.

"Your best move will be to gratefully accept this lesson as well as my understanding and silence - to be a good girl and take your punishment so we can both walk away from here back to our worlds to pretend nothing ever happened tonight" She felt the soft light cord being wrapped around her wrists behind her.

"Do you understand?"

She spat at her tormentor and breathed in to scream. A blinding white light filled her vision as though a flash went off. A split second later a searing sting spread across her face as she realised she had been slapped into silence.

"Don't. I told you struggling would do you no good. We're floors away from anyone else and the music's too loud for them to hear your complaints. There is only me in your world now" Who the fuck was this man? She had not seen enough to remember him, his smell, the way his drink and cigarettes mingled on his breath, the power of him were familiar, quixotic.

"Now — do you understand"

"I will fucking find out wh..." Like a lion with it's cub, his hand encircled her throat with power and love, choking her words to a stop and threatening death with the tension of the muscles she felt against her body by the door. His other hand ripped her knickers off without ceremony and delivered three hard spanks with a force which made her contract into a ball and blurt out instinctively "Yes sir"

"Good girl, now let's begin with your lesson"

A mixture of fear, anger and humiliation washed over her. Humiliation not from her nakedness (given the situation this was the least of her worries), nor even from the fact that she had been caught out, but by how easily this man had tapped into something she didn't even know was there.

She was a successful woman in her own right, nobody's fool. In fact if anything it was a rarity for her to find anyone who put her in her place. That made her feel like she was lesser; even more than this, who had the ability to make her revel in this.

"Yes sir"

With these two words she felt a confused calm come over her. She didn't know where they came from. She didn't know what she was being subjected to or what was to come at the hands of this man. All she knew was that she had not felt this aware...alive...or a feeling of herself in such clarity in months.

"Good girl, now let's begin with your lesson"

Her mouth went dry and her pulse pounded louder with these words. She felt the little cunt that she had had waxed only yesterday flood with wetness. She closed her legs to try to hide her body's betrayal but it only served to press on her swollen clit which conspired further against her.

He released her throat and brushed the hair from her face, pushing it behind her ear. His hands fixed the cord more firmly now and to this she did not struggle; she felt totally helpless — her man, her judgement, her autonomy and with her cunt now starting to wet the tops of her thighs, her sense of appropriateness —all had abandoned her tonight. She felt completely out of control. She needed someone to take it all away from her so she could find herself again.

"What will you teach me sir?" Her words came out calm, serene, cocky even.

Silence.

The slow steady sound of movement, of continuous friction.

THWACK

"YOU DO NOT GET A SAY HERE"

THWACK

The belt he had slowly removed landed for a second time on her trembling behind.

His voice lowered to as before; soft controlled violence rolled off of his tongue as he roughly pulled the remains of her dress from her body "You do not have a say in this ordeal tonight. You had your say when you let him treat you like that, when you wasted your infidelity on that little bag of disappointment I saw you grinding on..." She bit her lip at this. Why did she feel ashamed, why did she want this man's approval? "...when you looked like everything I wanted but couldn't have" An electric current ran through her clit at these words, she felt dizzy.

"You will do as you are told and any resistance will just result in more punishment until you yield to me" Even if the words were cliché she couldn't help but fall under their spell.

THWACK — this time there was strength to the blow, a thousand nettles burned across her now red cheeks. Again his belt hit exactly the same spot. She tried to shrink away from the blows but they of course fell with a greater intensity.

Gritting her teeth she stopped moving and accepted her fate. He stopped. She understood. She was learning.

Biting her lip in arousal and fear, turning her face away with her cheek pressed to the floor she raised her ass into the air, arching her back and presenting herself to her new man. Again silence.

She could hear him breathing. Feel his eyes violating every inch of her skin with their lustful gaze. She wanted him to own every fibre of her being. She was intoxicated by his desire for her, his disdain for her.

His hand ran over her forehead, again moving the hair from her eyes. He dragged the backs of his fingers gently across the nape of her neck, goosebumps spread instantaneously across her entire body. His warm hands ran over her taut naked back, one moved up to the back of her neck and held her, the other ran over her raised ass, kneading each cheek, slapping her firmly but with desire rather than anger in his palm. Hands ran up and down the backs and insides of her sensitive thighs.

Without warning he slapped her pussy making her yelp. He brought his hand up and into her, firmly leaving it pressed hard onto her as though two magnets had just found each other. Both of them knew there was only one thought: how ridiculously wet she was.

His hand started to move in a delicate small circle, rubbing her clit, her lips, her entire sex being touched and spreading her wetness around her smooth cunt.

Lowering his mouth he spoke so his hot breath made her shudder "You're even more of a whore than I expected" His hand started to move in a larger circle "I'm going to treat my slut by fucking you harder than he does tonight" His thumb now pressed on her puckered little asshole, moving in synchronised circles. "I'm going to leave your body with marks that you'll see in the mirror and remember how much of a slut you were for me" She whimpered. His hand released her neck. "Do not move" He stood up.

With a final blow so hard that it brought a metallic taste to her mouth he moved round and over to the window. Pulling a packet of cigarettes from his pocket he pulled one out with lips, lips that she would currently give everything to taste. The moon silhouetted the form of a man with if not a chiseled physique, one with a feeling of a power and density to it. A man who could do things. Turning his face away and to the window the flame created a pool of light. Her eyes widened as she saw his eyes lit in the reflection. They stared impassively into her core. He held the flame and narrowed them before dropping the light away. She couldn't tell if this was a wince from smoke or something more.

For months after she would scan the faces of crowds, each and every person on her bus, she would stand at the bar looking at the men in the mirror behind searching for those narrowed eyes. Sometimes she would zone out when sat in a restaurant with him and glance over his shoulder hoping to see those eyes staring into her core like no one had before. She never did.

Her eyes remained transfixed on him. Not a muscle had moved in her body as instructed. Her hands were starting to get cold from the lack of circulation but nothing else mattered but him now.

Walking over and picking up his belt he wrapped it around her neck and pulled the leather through the buckle forming a make-shift collar and leash. With it he pulled her up to her knees choking her and making her eyes water. He slapped her breasts evenly, nothing painful but the objectification of her like this made her feel so naked. He knelt down and grabbing her by the back of her neck her kissed her hungrily, his breath of tobacco and whisky, his aftershave, the rhythmical fit of his probing tongue to hers were taking her away until his fingers pinching her nipples brought her back. With a hand on her throat he pulled and twisted at her nipple, she tried to stand up to release the tension on her delicate pink skin but he pulled her down to her knees and slapped her hard around the face. Grabbing her hair he slapped her again.

"You're my whore"

Slap. "I'm your whore"

"You do everything that Daddy tells you"

Slap. "Yes Daddy"

He spat in her face and slapped her again, tears were in her eyes as he kissed her, pulling her little body into his and grinding his cock into her.

Standing up he hurriedly undid his trousers. She knelt there transfixed, scared at what she was about to be confronted with: something that could actually rip her, that could damage her, or worse — something that would cause her no pain. She squinted in the darkness but it was too dark.

A solid hot thump of flesh hit her face making her head move. She was secretly pleased that her man had a cock that could damage her. He slapped her with his rock hard cock again, once more she found herself confused at how thrilled she was with how hard this stranger was for her.

"Please fuck me"

She couldn't believe the words came out of her mouth.

She waited for the slap.

"You want me to fuck you? You want Daddy's cock to pound you do you?" He traced the wet tip of his cock around her beautiful lips.

She stuck her tongue out and tried to take his thick cock in her mouth but he pulled back. In a second movement he grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back to the wall.

"You want to be fucked do you?"

Forcing his cock into her mouth he held her head in his hands and started to fuck her mouth slowly. Using her mouth as though it were a whore's. She could almost feel him grow harder in her mouth as he started to speed up, his cock plunging in deeper, now hitting the back of her throat. She started to gag and choke on him but it made no difference to him, he was lost in the feeling of her mouth, her gurgles and the saliva that dribbled down his thick shaft, down his balls and onto her swinging tits just served to make her even more of a siren to him.

There was a knocking on the door. They both froze.

"Is someone in there?"

He held her head tightly in his hands and pushed his cock slowly all the way into her mouth, gagging her and preventing her from making a noise beyond the wet muscular contractions of her throat involuntarily trying to swallow him.

"Hello, is there someone in there?"

Her eyes were streaming, she strained against her bonds, she gagged on his cock once more and all she could think was not of being rescued from this ordeal, but that she needed it's conclusion.