I hear the door close and the lock click. I don't turn round, it must be you, no one else knows that I'm alone at the store today. We've talked about this a few times but you've never acted on the idea before. My stomach flips in anticipation sending pulses of pleasure down between my thighs.
In four long strides, you are behind me, I try to take a deep breath but inhale the familiar woody smell of your favourite cologne instead. The recognition has barely registered in my mind before you grab my shoulders and pull me roughly through the nearby stockroom door, kicking it shut behind you.
You don't bother switching on the light and although the high grimy window prevents it being completely dark, I blink a few times trying to adjust to my dim surroundings. Without uttering a word you spin me and press me against the closed door, keeping me in place with the weight of your own body and forcing my legs apart with one knee. I try to struggle and push back but you grip both my wrists and pin them to my back, effortlessly holding them there with one hand.
I know you're hard already, I can feel your cock straining against me as you lean in and wrap your other hand tightly into my hair. Jerking my head back you sink your teeth into my neck making me whimper,
"Quiet slut" you hiss into my ear. You know this won't be an easy instruction for me to follow, and you give my neck one more bite to test my compliance before releasing my hair.
Your hand snakes around my waist and the cool air hits my skin as you swiftly unfasten my jeans, tugging them down my thighs and taking my underwear with them. I manage to stifle a cry but instinctively attempt to twist away from you as you spank me three times across both cheeks of my butt.
