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By the timeI’d taken my break at work, my phone was literally bombarded with messages and missed calls, each one becoming more irritated than the last. I sighed as I glanced down at it and wondered if I should simply go home after my shift if Mike was already in this mood. I had an early lecture the following morning so the last thing I needed was to get into an argument, or more likely coax Mike out of silence before making it up to him as that was likely to take hours but I couldn’t just not turn up so I sent him a message.
Me: Hi, sorry I couldn’t make it between uni and work. I get that you’re not happy, so maybe we should forget tonight and we can meet tomorrow instead
His response bounced straight back.
Mike: If you’re done with this, us, then just tell me rather than playing me and making me look and feel an idiot. I told you from that first day that I liked you and needed to know if you were serious or not, and if you’re not . . .
Not what I was expecting.
Me: Sorry, of course I’m not. I love you. If you still want me to, I’ll come to you from here. I’ll try to get off early
His next response was a thumbs up, no more.
I did manage to leave work a little earlier, so quickly changed into my good underwear and a short wraparound dress that I’d managed to grab from home, one I knew Mike liked, not that his face showed that when he eventually opened the door for me and walked away without a word meaning I ended up following him like a bloody lovesick puppy.
Entering the kitchen, I quickly found myself lifted up and pushed against the nearest wall. I expected him to kiss me, but he didn’t, he instead proceeded to push up my dress and move my underwear to the side, and still, not a word passed between his lips.
I felt nervous with the silence that was stretching out as he pushed his shorts down, preparing to fuck me, and although I typically had no objection to that term, this felt different. Strange. Uncomfortable. Alarming.
“Mike, please,” I began but his glared stoney expression cut me off short.
“You don’t get to speak.” Five words uttered and none of them a threat as such, but they carried an air of danger I hadn’t felt before.
Pain and discomfort filled me as he thrust inside me and his hand that held my behind squeezed the flesh there.
“Condom, Mike, condom!” I was unsure if I was begging, pleading or somehow trying to reason with him, but we had never not used a condom before and I didn’t want to do that now. I wasn’t on the pill and although we had talked about alternative forms of contraception, it hadn’t gone past the talking stage.
He looked through me as he began to thrust in earnest.
I opened my mouth to speak again, to repeat my request for a condom, but his free hand came up and covered my mouth, stemming any requests or objections. His movements increased in speed which in turn intensified my pain and discomfort. I was dry and as far from turned on as I had ever been and was internally hoping for this to be over soon. He only lasted another ten, maybe twenty seconds, but rather than coming inside me, he pulled out so he came across my inner thighs, underwear, and the dress that still sat bunched around my hips.
Looking down at myself, I was uncertain what to do or even how to feel.
Mike had no such qualms. “That was fucking hot.”
I stared at him. Was he fucking kidding me? Had he actually experienced what I had?
“What?”
“It was hot. I mean, I know we only spoke briefly about fantasies and you mentioned a dominant man taking you.”
I didn’t hear his other words as I tried to accept that he thought he had just fulfilled a fantasy of mine. I had shared the fantasy he had described but I hadn’t meant what had actually happened and surely if you were going to share fantasies with a view to living them out, you’d discuss details.
“You didn’t wear a condom.” There was clear accusation in my voice and he shrugged.
“I pulled out.”
My eyes drifted down to the image of us, me still against the wall and Mike standing between my spread thighs, his penis still fully erect.
“You should have asked me.”
He moved closer and I shuddered at the thought that he was about to go for round two. “I thought you wanted dominant.”
Unsure what to say and fighting the tears that threatened, I dropped my gaze from his penetrating stare.
“You didn’t even try to make it enjoyable for me, to make me come.” I had no idea why that realisation had only just dawned.
