'I should have communicated.'

1. Breaking Free from Him

Y/n stands frozen in her walk-in shower as the water from the shower head drips down her body. The hands on her figure prevent her from moving.

One set of hands wraps around the center of her stomach, causing her heartbeat to quicken and her body to become tense with stillness. But it doesn't end there; the other pair of hands reaches for her mouth, prying it open as the figure behind her inserts his index and middle finger into her mouth.

In the silence of the room, the man behind her speaks up with a deep, authoritative voice. "Suck," he demands. Y/n, wanting nothing more than for the moment to end, proceeds with the command.

She begins by wrapping her tongue around the digits, sucking on them as she swirls it around her tongue. The man lowers his hand that was previously on her stomach and goes to wrap it around her thigh, squeezing the flesh there.

He travels over to her vagina and he slides his fingers between her labia. He grips the clitoris that peeks out from between her folds and a gasp escapes her mouth at the touch. The man narrows his eyes at the sound and he smacks his hand down against her cunt, causing her to cry out in pain.

The pain slowly subsides as it begins to numb into slight pleasure, and her eyes brim with unshed tears. The fingers in her mouth are pulled out, and he goes to wrap them around her neck.

He squeezes her throat lightly, and her breath catches. Her breathing begins to slow down as she starts to take shallow inhales and exhales.

He tilts her head up, causing a slight discomfort in her posture in the newfound position. The water runs down her face and she closes her eyes. The man separates her legs as he returns to her intimate area to rub his fingers along her folds.

She can't help but emit tiny moans that echo from her lips, and he applies pressure to her neck. Her face begins to heat up.

He pushes her body forward against the shower wall, and her hands fly up against the tile. The hand on her neck lowers, traveling behind her back towards her ass, and he grips one cheek between his fingertips. This causes her toes to curl as she raises onto her tiptoes.

"You're a fucking whore!" the man says, "the sluttiest bitch I've ever seen."

Y/n lets the tears that had built up fall down her face as she slows down her breathing. The water has turned cold, and her body is pressed against the tile wall as the man continues to abuse her cunt. He frees his hand from her asscheeks as he grips her hair tightly, forcing her neck upwards.

His lips get close to her ear, and he whispers, "You're the best slut I've ever been with." He navigates his hand to her jaw and forces her to face him.

He stares at her before he pulls her into a passionate kiss. Her mind urges her to grip his hair, but she refuses to act on it. She can't give in to the temptation because that's what he wants. He wants her to be his submissive little slut, and she's had enough of him intruding into her house whenever he pleases.

So, no, she won't give in because that will grant him the power to completely dominate her body, and she refuses.

She needs to take control of the situation before it escalates. She doesn't have to do anything as the hands on her body stop their movements. The man pulls away from her, and she remains in her position, waiting for him to leave, hopefully.

She hears his footsteps receding from her, and when the door opens and closes with a click, she leans her head against the wall. Blindly, she reaches for the shower knob to turn off the water. The flow abruptly stops, and she feels a surge of disgust course through her body.

The realization of what had happened and his hands that had caused her pleasure made her feel repulsive. She wanted to throw up just at the thought of it, and her responses to the situation weren't any better. She took a deep breath, not wanting to leave the bathroom, knowing he would be waiting for her behind the door.