The room was small, the single bulb casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. She had come here thinking it was a simple favor, a quick errand for a friend who never showed. Instead, he waitedtall, broad, skin like polished obsidian, eyes that pinned her the moment the door locked behind her. His name was Marcus, and he made it clear what he wanted. Her body. Now.
She backed against the wall, heart hammering. "No. I didn't agree to this." Her voice shook, but the heat in his gaze didn't waver. He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne and raw masculinity filling the space. "You walked in. You stay until I say otherwise." His hands were rough when they grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. She struggled, but he was stronger, pressing his full weight against her. The forced closeness made her pulse race in ways that terrified her.
Marcus didn't waste time with words. He tore her shirt open, buttons scattering. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tightening in the cool air and unwanted arousal. He lowered his mouth, sucking hard on one, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. She gasped, twisting, but his grip tightened. "Fight all you want. It's happening." His free hand shoved down her jeans, fingers finding her bare pussy already slick despite her protests. He stroked her clit in slow, deliberate circles, forcing her hips to buck against his palm.
She hated how her body responded, wetness coating his thick fingers as he pushed two inside her. "Look at that," he growled, voice low and commanding. "Your cunt doesn't care what your mouth says." He pumped them deep, curling against her inner walls until she moaned involuntarily. Her legs trembled. He released her wrists only to spin her around, bending her over a battered table. The position exposed her completelyass up, face down. She heard his belt, then the heavy slap of his cock against her thigh. It was massive, veined, dark, and throbbing with intent.
He didn't ask. He positioned the blunt head at her entrance and thrust hard, burying half his length in one stroke. She cried out at the stretch, the burn of being filled so suddenly. Marcus gripped her hips, pulling back and slamming forward again, burying himself to the hilt. Every inch claimed her. He fucked her with relentless force, the table scraping the floor with each powerful drive. Her pussy clenched around him against her will, the friction building unwanted pleasure deep in her core.
Sweat slicked their skin. He reached under to pinch her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Take it," he ordered, voice rough. "You're mine right now." She bit her lip, trying to stay silent, but the orgasm crashed over her anywaysharp, shameful, her walls pulsing around his invading cock. Marcus groaned, pace quickening. He flipped her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders so he could watch her face as he pounded deeper. The new angle hit her G-spot with every stroke. Another climax built, her body betraying her again.
He leaned down, biting her neck as he came, flooding her with hot, thick pulses of cum. It overflowed, dripping down her thighs. Yet he stayed hard, rolling his hips to keep her impaled. The night stretched on in that dim roomhim using her again and again, forcing her through waves of reluctant ecstasy until exhaustion finally claimed them both. When he finally pulled free, she lay there, marked and spent, the power exchange leaving her hollow and strangely sated in the dark.
