I had been away on a last minute business trip for a few weeks. It was not a pleasant time, both due to work which went badly but more so because of what happened the day before I left.
Gypsy had made a mistake of note. No, not a mistake. She had known what she was doing. She knew I had been mad, crazy angry when I left. I knew I was justified and was quite frankly disgusted at her behaviour.
She had probably been scared of what I might be capable of doing. She knows my incredible temper, but her friend, during a worrisome phone call, had told me Gypsy thought I wouldn't be back again and that I had gone for good and would be mad at her forever.
Well I wasn't gone, I was back! I knew Gypsy had to be taught a lesson, so I went around to her place letting myself in with the key I still had.
As I came in she let out a shout and ran from me up the hall and in to the bedroom locking the door. I kicked the door forcing it open and found her looking at me, scared, wide eyed and shocked.
I walked in and turning her around a little roughly, I stood behind her, brought her hair from in front of her shoulders and left it lay down her back.
She has always had the most beautiful jet black lustrous hair. Recently she had added some electric blue and purple highlights which lay under the top layer of the shiny blackness so that they appeared and vanished, catching the eye. Not that Gypsy wasn't eye catching in general.
With her neck bare and my hands firmly on her shoulders I bent down and kissed her below her ear lobe.
Leaning across I paid attention to the other side of her neck.
"Please don't," she said, imploring me to stop.
I didn't want to stop though, I was being selfish, I needed her. Actually no, I wanted her, I just wanted her for my own purposes, to teach her a lesson. So I continued kissing.
Sliding my hand from her shoulders I ran them down her front, sliding over her breasts, down to her belly. With my hands there I pulled her to me feeling her ass press against me,
"I'm not going to stop," I told her, a simple statement of fact. I didn't care what she wanted right now; this was about me teaching her a lesson.
Turning her around, I looked in to her eyes. She looked scared and almost imperceptibly shook her head, "Please don't," she repeated. "we can talk... I err..."
"Shut up," I said, not shouting but forceful enough for her to stop.
I reached for the top of her blouse and started to undo the buttons. Reaching the last one I slipped my hands inside by her waist and slid them up her body, relishing the warmth of her skin. Pushing slightly I slipped the blouse off of her shoulder where it went down her arms getting stuck at her elbows. She was not going to be cooperative in undressing but I didn't care.
Head bowed, she sniffed and was shaking slightly, she was not crying but seemed close to it. I didn't care.
Reaching around her, I slid the blouse down over her elbows and took a half step back. Admiring her physique, with the back of my hand I stroked a covered breast. Reaching behind I undid her bra and slid the straps down her arms. She shivered and sniffed again.
After pausing to look at her magnificent breasts, I reached down undoing the buckle on her belt and the button on her jeans. "No, stop, please" she said ever so quietly.
