I was on my hands and knees in the living room. He was behind me, thrusting into me roughly. I moaned loudly.
"Stop it, Kitten." I whimpered in protest, but he was having none of it. "Your job is to stay still and shut the fuck up." He pulled roughly back on my hair. "You're not that independent girl when you're here with me. Right now your job is what?"
"To keep still," I muttered.
"And?," he prompted.
"To shut the fuck up," I said reluctantly. He kept fucking me, harder and harder. I kept quiet and bit back my moans.
"Do you want to come, little Kitten?"
I was afraid to say anything so I just nodded feverishly. I was so close to exploding.
"You can come. Come for me, little girl, come for me." That was all it took. I came long and hard and with great intensity.
He picked me up off of the floor and marched me into the bedroom. I stayed quiet while he took me again and again. I know my place.