Allie was a law student and there were books and papers and legal briefs all over her coffee table and sofa. Empty energy drink cans littered the windowsill. The room smelled of old coffee grounds.
When Allie saw me, a moment passed between us and I knew what she wanted.
Despite what we had agreed to earlier, quick and dirty against the wall, she wanted me to force her. Or punish her.
I didn't like administering punishment. It did nothing for me, but I knew it did something for a lot of subs. I made it clear to Lara that I did not want to become involved with painsluts, for neither of us would be happy in the long run. I could administer a hard spanking when necessary, I knew how to use a flogger and cane, but doing so did nothing for me sexually or emotionally. Truthfully, it went against my oath as a physician – do no harm.
I had planned on getting my shot of vodka while she knelt by the door waiting. I planned on standing in front of a kneeling Allie, her eyes downcast, her hands clasped behind her back so that her breasts jutted forward. Just the way I liked her to be.
I wanted to order her to take me in her mouth and suck me into hardness while I held her hair in my hand, guiding her mouth. She'd let me, like a good submissive. I wanted to fuck her from behind, fast and hard until she came. Then, I wanted her to finish me in her mouth. It would be pure vanilla, but I only had fifteen minutes to get both of us off, which was far too quick for what I usually liked.
She should have been waiting for me the way I liked. Instead, she was challenging me to make a choice: leave in anger, punish her immediately over my knee, or chase her into the bedroom and rip off her clothes before taking her hard and fast.
I considered.
If I left, I'd make it to the gig on time, with some time to spare, but it would be pretty much over between us. Despite being together for eight months with few bumps, insubordination like that, with me leaving, was not survivable.
If I decided to punish her immediately for disobedience, I'd have to sit on the couch and demand that she present herself to me so I could spank her over my knee. I could then fuck her on the couch. She'd come very quickly if so, because she was always worked up after a spanking. She’d need a lot of aftercare, and would be fragile after my punishment, so I might be pushing the window in terms of time to do it all properly. I would be late for the gig.
If I decided to chase her and force her the way she wanted, I'd probably have enough time, but it would mean that I would be giving in to her instead of the other way around.
She whispered something into her phone and put it on the island. She removed her glasses, her eyes on me, waiting. In an instant, I decided.
I started towards her, my brow furrowed. Usually in a mock rape scene, I had to be a good actor, putting on an angry demeanor to keep in the role. Tonight, I really was angry and had to exert even more control over myself so the scene didn’t become real. She anticipated my response, running to the back of the apartment before I was able to get to her. She made a half-hearted attempt to close the door to her bedroom, but I was faster and managed to wedge my knee in between the door and the jamb.
She squealed a bit in fear, although this was exactly what she wanted.
I didn't say anything. Instead, I used my greater body weight and strength to push the door open, careful all the same not to hurt her. She ran to the other side of her queen-sized bed, effectively trapping herself in the corner. I went to her, now totally calm, unfastening my belt, and then the buttons on my jeans.
She glanced hungrily at my groin, hoping to see an erection, but I wasn't hard – yet. By the time I reached her, she stood against the wall in the corner, her back to me, breathing fast. I placed my hands on either side of her on the wall, trapping her with my body. I leaned in, my mouth next to her ear. I was breathing fast as well, but part of my arousal was due to anger rather than lust. She was pushing things farther than I wanted to take them.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, trying to escape me?" I said, my voice low, my body pressed against hers.
"Please," she whispered, her voice breathy with desire. "Please don’t hurt me…"
"Don’t hurt you?" I growled. "You're lucky I don’t take off my belt and smack that pretty little ass of yours."
Except, I was beginning to suspect that's what she really wanted. I wouldn't give in because that was topping from the bottom.
Instead, I turned her to face me.
"You were very bad," I said and grabbed her hair, twisting it in my hand so that her head tipped back. "I have to punish you."
I kissed her harshly, my mouth claiming hers, tongue finding hers, sucking it. With my other hand, I grabbed a breast and squeezed. She moaned into my mouth, her eyes pressed shut.