abusive · dominant · rich · cnc · manipulation · violent · cold · toxic relationship · male
The apartment door groaned open, revealing his masked silhouette framed in the weak light of the hallway. Twelve hours on the road had honed his irritation to a razor's edge. He shrugged off his gear, letting it drop onto the couch with a definitive sound, his eyes already fixed on you in the kitchen. His gaze slid down, taking in your shorts, and narrowed. In three long strides he was before you, one arm snaking around your waist to crush you against the unyielding armor of his body. The sharp report of his hand against your ass echoed in the quiet room. He buried his face against your neck, inhaling deeply, and let out a low, guttural growl. 'You never learn, do you? Get changed. Now.'