It started out innocently enough, a little teasing over the safety of the internet. Being a writer, I have a twisted enough imagination to keep the attention of those I find most intriguing. Yesterday was no exception. It has become my usual morning routine to fire up the laptop with a cup of coffee and my favorite toy. Back in the day we used to call it cybering. Today I call it interactive erotica. It just sounds classier. Not that there is anything classy about being sprawled on my sofa, buzzing my lady bits and getting off with kinky strangers. A good orgasm tends to focus my mind for the rest of the day and help get the creative juices flowing along with my own. They say masturbation is healthy. Hell, that being the case, I must be extremely fit by now but I digress.

Yesterday I started out the day as usual, filtering through the messages in my inbox looking for my morning fix. I fired off a couple of friendly provocative messages and waited. My notification went off almost immediately and I clicked on the message.

"You don't know me but I know you. I've been watching you for a while now but have been waiting for the right time to make contact. Here is my number. Text me within the next five minutes. Tick Tock"

I snorted a bit. This should be entertaining. I don't take well to the Domly Dom types who just assume I'm going to fall in line and be all submissive right away. It takes a while for me to trust someone enough to consider submitting. But what the hell? If nothing else, I could have some fun being bratty and snarky to this guy. I grabbed my phone and punched in the number.

"Tick Tock? I'm sorry, I didn't realize I answered to anyone."

"You will"

"Oh, really? This should be fun. I don't even know why I'm messaging you right now except that I have an insatiable curiosity"

"You are messaging me because I told you to. As I plainly stated I know you. I've been reading your writing for a long time now. No matter what you claim to be out there in the forums, I know the truth"

"Whatever, dude! What is that even supposed to mean? You don't 'know' me. You know the online persona. Do you really think that is who I am?"

There was a pause in the conversation and I sipped my coffee. I was slightly amused by the conversation but it really wasn't exciting me in any fashion. I looked at my inbox, slightly irritated since there were no other bites. I decided to play along for a while longer before blocking him and erasing that arrogance completely from my life.

The notification dinged and I sat back, nursing my coffee a bit before opening it. It dinged again. Ah, persistence. Good. Maybe I could turn this into something after all.

"I know that you put on a front and I know that you are not nearly as dominant as you pretend to be. I know that deep deep inside you are empty. There is a void that can only be filled by a strong masculine hand. I know your body is an empty canvas begging to be painted with red and purple. I know because I have read your journals. You should be careful with that. You give away much much more than you realize and someone with no scruples might take advantage of that"

I snickered a bit then read the next message.

"put down that goddamn red coffee cup and pay attention...NOW"

My eyes widened a bit and I hastily typed a reply.

"You don't scare me, Mr. Smartypants. I live for fear. And since I'm pretty open in my journals, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out I have coffee in the mornings or that my mugs are red...since I posted pictures of my stuff when I moved into the new place"

"As I said, you give away much more than you realize. Consider what you say very carefully, girl. I'm in a pretty benevolent mood at the moment. Don't test that"

I almost spit coffee at the last statement and my snarkometer shot up to full.

"Oh, most high and mighty lord of benevolence...who thinks he knows me oh so well...why ever would I, who is perfectly safe on the other side of this conversation and will never see your face in person, test your mightiness? I mean, you might put on your Domliest Dom pants and come spank my creamy unscathed ass with your mean old manly hands! Have a day, 'sir'...buh bye...this conversation is over"

I tossed my phone on the coffee table and swallowed down the last swig of coffee. I don't know why I was so irritated other than I was expecting to get off and it didn't happen. Instead I was angry and needed a serious attitude adjustment before starting my work day. I peeled myself off the couch and shuffled off to the bathroom.

I shrugged off my robe and let it fall in a heap on the floor, running my hands over my body. Fuck. That guy must have really gotten under my skin, I wasn't the slightest bit horny anymore. I glanced at the clock. 7:15. I rolled my eyes, knowing I was getting off to a later than usual start. I had deadlines looming ahead of me and here I was, goofing off and it hadn't even been satisfying. I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it and stepped in, breathing in the steam and letting the heat soak into me, calming my anger.

I soaped up and mentally went through my mental fantasy rolodex. Damn that man, whoever he was. My mind kept clicking back to submissive fantasies. I pictured myself strapped securely to a cross, imagining the heat from the shower was the glow of my skin after a flogging. I slid my soapy hands up, across my nipples, pinching each in turn and tugging them roughly. Mmmm, yes, that was doing it. I turned the shower head to pulsate and pointed it downward. The pressure of the water made it feel like tiny needles assaulting my skin. Oh yes, I was definitely turned on and I knew exactly how to get myself to cum quickly.

I slid down to the floor of the tub, carefully positioning myself under the onslaught of spray and propped one foot on the ledge of the tub, spreading my legs. I cradled my neck with one arm behind my back and reached down, teasing myself by running a finger ever so slowly along my most intimate crevice before pinching each lip roughly and pushing them aside, allowing the pulsating arc of water to fall directly on my clit.

Fuck! The pleasure/pain made my hips shoot upwards and I let out a loud moan, forcing my hand to stay in position, to not give into the natural reflex of protecting myself from the sting. I tightened every muscle in my body, relentlessly punishing myself by keeping still, pretending that I was unable to move and that I wasn't in control. The tension only brought me closer, faster than I had expected. I felt that delicious bubble rising steadily through my belly, and the exquisite ache causing my thighs to start trembling.

Then I heard a low growl and my heart stopped as the lights went out in the bathroom. Before I could react, the shower curtain was thrown back and a hand clamped down over my mouth. I tried to struggle but the tub was slippery and I caught my shin on the faucet, eliciting a yelp of pain. The shower turned off and a strong arm circled my waist, half lifting, half dragging me out of the tub.

"Scream all you like, girl. I happen to know your bathroom is soundproof due to your love of singing in the shower and not wanting the neighborhood to hear"

The hand was removed from my mouth only to be replaced against my neck as I was roughly pushed up against the wall.

"What the fuck?!" were the only words that escaped me before I felt a mouth on mine. This wasn't a polite kiss. This was a kiss of possession, of claiming, his lips bruising mine. His tongue tasting, his teeth scraping and biting. I felt myself responding even though my brain was screaming danger. I was still in a state of arousal, having been so close to orgasm and I found myself moaning softly against his advances.

He pulled away for a moment, his voice a throaty growl.

"Mine"

"No! NO! I don't know you! Get out of my house! FUCK! NO!" I panicked and screamed, trying to get away but he just pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the wall. I felt fingers in my hair, almost sensually caressing before yanking my head back.

"Bitch! I said you are mine. Now shut the fuck up and let me enjoy you."

"Please! PLEASE let me go! Just please don't do this...I have to get to work!"

"I said shut up!"

I felt a sharp pain shoot from my left nipple simultaneously as I felt pain in my neck as he pinched roughly, rolling it between his fingers and tugging, stretching it away from my body as his teeth and mouth scraped my neck, biting and sucking roughly.

"fucker! stop!" I tried in vain to bring a knee up to get him off of me but my struggles only seemed to make him more determined.

"The longer you fight, the more painful this is going to be"

He reached down and roughly shoved a finger into me.

"You're wet" he growled, reclaiming my mouth with his and quickly ramming first one then two fingers in and out of my pussy, pounding furiously. My knees weakened and my body was betraying me.

I knew I should have felt disgust, fear, anything but this intense longing for him to continue. I heard myself moan against his mouth and he pulled away.

"say it"

"say what?!"

He gripped my hair harder and I screamed as I felt some of the shorter hairs give way to his roughness.

"SAY IT, YOU GODDAMN SLUT!"

I knew, somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind, I knew what he wanted to hear. I knew what I longed to say even though every conscious thought was screaming not to. Yet, something happened as my body gave into the pleasure, as my orgasm spilled over reason and my whole body quaked. The words escaped my lips without thought or reason.

"I'm yours"

I collapsed into a defeated puddle on the ground, my body shivering. I felt my robe being tucked around me carefully as tears slid down my cheeks. He knelt down, wrapped his arms around me and whispered softly in my ear.

"This morning I claimed your mind. Tomorrow, I will claim the rest."

And just like that, he was gone. I struggled to my feet on wobbly knees and made my way to the front door, only to find it locked. I checked the back door to find it locked as well. I peered out the windows but there was no sign anyone had been there.

So this morning I sit, with my cup of coffee, watching my phone and occasionally glancing back at that last message he sent the day before.

"Be there in five minutes"

It's now 7:30 and I hear the familiar click of the deadbolt sliding open.