Imagine being pinned to the ground of the hallway, you’ve barely made it through the front door before you’re pushed to the floor as your Dom scrambles to rip off your clothes. Their hands frantic as rage fills their eyes. As your clothes are ripped from your body your Dom’s mouth latches onto any piece of flesh sucking the skin or biting it. Each more painful than the last as your writhe underneath them.
Their rough hands find you soaking wet as they bite your neck earning a whine from you. They have no regard for how you feel as they work their trousers down their legs before pushing straight inside you, their moans echoing in your ear as you moan beneath them. Being used as they see fit as the mark every inch of your skin demanding you to remind them who you belong to
