Em's Storm

"Fuck!"

Em cursed herself quietly, fumbling with her keys in the door, hands shaking. The day had been long and stressful, sending her anxiety into overdrive. After what felt like far too long, she slotted the key into the lock and opened the grubby metal door, letting herself into the small but cozy apartment she called home.

She shut the door behind her, let her bag fall from her shoulder to the floor, and kicked her shoes off haphazardly, blowing out a long sigh. "What a fucking day." She thought.

Em padded toward the kitchen; her thoughts clouded. Half-formed sentences rapidly swirled around in her head like a hurricane, none of them helpful or kind. From the other room, she could vaguely hear the sound of the television playing the 5 o'clock news, the anchor's robotic voice droning on in the background. She filled a cup with water and quickly drained the glass, running the events of the day on repeat in her head.

As she fell further into her thoughts, recounting the events of the day, her heart sped in her chest, and the walls seemed to begin to close in on her. Her lungs felt tight, like she couldn't get enough air. So many what-if's and should-haves toiled around in her head; the noise was thunderous. Her grip on the cup tightened.

"I'm so fucking stupid..." She mumbled to herself, setting the glass down hard on the counter. She raked her dark hair back from her face and shook her head as though she could shake away the mayhem.

Still lost in her thoughts, she made her way to the living room. She stopped in the doorway to take in the scene in front of her. The floor lamp cast the room in a soft, warm light, a candle lit on the table filled her nose with a spicy and comforting scent. Her boyfriend sat on the couch, backlit by the TV, book in hand with his back to her. For a brief moment as her eyes landed on him, the storm-like whirlwind of chaos in her brain quieted, and a small smile played on her lips.

Without a word, she closed the distance between her and the couch, leaning over the back to wrap her arms tightly around him. She tucked her face into the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, taking in the comforting smell of his cologne, citrus and amber overwhelming her senses. She felt his weight shift and heard the sound of his book touching down on the side table. His jaw moved against her cheek as he smiled. She could feel his beard scratch pleasantly against her skin.

"Hey pet, welcome home."

She didn't speak, tightening her arms around him in response. He lifted a hand to the back of her head, coming to rest at the nape of her neck, and attempted to turn his head to look at her. She nuzzled her face deeper. He relented, choosing to hold her like that for a beat, one hand on her head and the other coming up to rest on her forearm, where it wrapped around his chest. A few minutes passed before he spoke again.

"Come on, then." He said softly, a smile still in his voice. He patted his lap. "Come here."

She didn't hesitate. She rounded the side of the couch, stepping over his knees and flopping heavily onto the cushion beside him, leaning into his arm.

"Mmm-mm, no baby."

Before she could settle into comfort against his side, he swiftly pulled the girl into his lap. She squeaked in surprise but relented, drawing her knees toward her chest as she leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder once more. His arms wrapped around her waist, his chin coming to rest atop her head. Her eyes drifted shut as she listened to the drone of the news anchor, the rise and fall of his breathing, the thumping of his heart in his chest. Soon enough, they could both feel the tension start to release from her body.

"Okay, baby... talk to me." He murmured, bringing a hand up to stroke her hair.

The girl tensed again. She inhaled to speak, pausing with her mouth open while she rapidly tried to organize her thoughts to no avail. Her mouth snapped shut again, and she blew out a sigh, shrugged, and tried to relax into him once more. "I'm fine, Dan."

The hand in her hair came to a stop, his other arm pulling her impossibly closer. "Come on, pretty girl, you can do it." He pushed, an edge of authority tinting his voice.

She made no effort to speak, instead turning her face into his chest to hide. He tangled his fingers into the hair at the crown of her head, letting out a sigh of his own before he tightened his hand into a fist, tugging her head back. He forced her eyes to meet his. She gasped, green eyes flying open to look at him in shock. She was irritated he was being so insistent, but a small part of her brain couldn't help but soften at his unwillingness to let her be alone with her thoughts.

"I wasn't asking." He spoke firmly. "Talk. Now."

His sharp tone shot lightning down her spine, her limbs feeling like jello. She looked up into his piercing eyes, her own silently pleading for him to leave it be. Dan raised an eyebrow at her expectantly. She couldn't help but let her eyes flicker to his lips as her tongue darted out to wet her own, his domineering behavior placating her. She felt a sense of calm in the fact that he was taking control, despite her attitude getting the better of her. When she still didn't speak, he smiled and shook his head. He leaned in close, his lips barely brushing against hers. She strained against the hand in her hair uselessly, desperate to close the gap.

"Be good for me," he breathed, and without warning, he stood and walked with her in his arms behind the couch before unceremoniously flopping her facedown over the back of it.

"Hey! What the fu- HEY!!!" She whipped her head around to look over her shoulder to see him standing between her legs, grinning widely down at her. In one smooth motion, he had yanked her leggings and panties together down to her mid-thigh and landed a hard open-palmed smack to her left asscheek. "What the fuck was th-"

*SMACK!*

She yelped as he cut her off with a sharp spank to the other side.

"Something's up." *smack* "You aren't talking," *smack* "So I'm going," *smack* "to" *smack* "make you." *smack smack*

He punctuated his sentence with two more firm slaps to her backside.

She yelped with each blow and shook her head in protest. "I don't want to talk about it." She argued, squirming forward to free herself.

He chuckled, sliding a hand into her hair again. He wrenched her head back, freezing her in place once more. "That's too bad, baby." He spoke softly again, his tone still firm but tinted with a smile.

Wordlessly, he began raining blows down upon her ass, alternating cheeks, smirking as he did so. Watching her ass recoil and redden under his hand, seeing her flinch and writhe with each hit, mesmerized him. Her protests quickly turned into mewls. She knew she was stuck. He spoke over the sound of his barrage, "The sooner you talk, the sooner this stops, pet. Tell me what has you stuck in your pretty little head."

Em hesitated. Each time his hand connected with her skin, there was a moment of silence and clarity among the turmoil in her head. Another thirty seconds passed, her gasps of pain tinged with desire, soft whimpers punctuating the end of each breath. Every blow caused a growing need within her sex. "D-Dan- I don't wan-ow! I really don't want to-"

Dan landed a final hit before pausing, cupping her ass in his palm. He rubbed soft circles into her warm skin to soothe the burn. She relaxed into his touch as he spoke again. "I know, pet, I know... just try for me." With that, he made one last circle with his palm, dipping his thumb down between her legs to brush ever so gently across her slit, already slippery with her wetness.

She shuddered, too distracted by the heat on her ass to have noticed the heat pooling between her legs. He drew his hand back, and she tensed, waiting for the blow to land. Five seconds passed. Then ten. She started to let out the breath she had been holding, and just as she began to deflate, his hand came down hard against her upper thigh, sending a fiery sting through her, wrenching a cry of surprised pain from her lips.

"Fine!!" She choked out, and he finally released the grip on her hair, letting her head drop forward. His torrent of hits slowed, barely. "I slept like sh-ow.. shit. I forg- ow. Forgot my medicine this morning... I'm g-grumpy and insecure, and my hair looks awfu-FUCK!"

He landed an intentionally extra-hard blow across her sit spot in response to the self-deprecation. The sound hung in the air as he paused briefly to make his point.

She sucked in a breath and started again, correcting herself. "I... don't like how my hair looks today..." she mumbled hesitantly, glancing back over her shoulder to meet his gaze. Her lover watched her pensively, lowering his hand to rest on the curve of her ass. He nodded, encouraging her to keep going. He began to make soft circles on her skin again as she continued.

"I... Um, I messed up a customer's order... It was really busy; we had a line to the door, and I handed him the wrong drink in the drive-through." She lowered her eyes to the cushion in front of her as she spoke, absentmindedly picking her cuticles as she spoke faster. "I should have been paying more attention, but I- what are you...? Oh."

Dan leaned forward, his body pressing against her backside. He reached around her, grabbing both of her wrists and drawing her arms to cross behind her back as he returned to upright. She flushed in embarrassment, both her position and having been caught picking her fingers making her feel vulnerable.

"Keep going." He murmured, holding her arms in place with one hand, his other returning to tracing her skin, a gentle loop from her lower back to her upper thigh.

As she resumed the recount of her day, her words started to spill out of her faster than she could control, her head beginning to cloud over with upset again. "He came inside a couple minutes later, and he started yelling at me about how I fucked up his drink and I wasted his time and- and-" Her words blurred together as she spoke; she began to fidget and squirm despite her incapacitated position. "He called me a stupid cunt and asked how I was going to fix it, and I got overwhelmed and froze up, so he yelled more- and... and- and he's right, I'm stupid! I should have paid more attention; my job isn't that fucking ha-AAH!"

Sensing that the storm was building again, Dan cut off her rambling on with another slap, his hardest yet. Her whole body recoiled, the yelp followed by a low moan of discomfort. Tears stung at her eyes, the combination of the assault on her backside and the stress of her day pushing her over her tipping point.

"Alright, that's enough of that." He asserted, leaning his weight onto her arms, his free hand coming back to rest low on her hip. "What else happened?" He asked gently as his hand traced across the curve of her ass.

Electric sparks shot from where he touched her, traveling up her spine, making her shiver again. "Um...I, uh..." She spoke quietly, her voice trembling with emotion. "He wouldn't stop yelling; I h-had a panic at-attack and had to come home, and... god damn it!" She dropped her head in shame, losing the last of her resolve as her tears began to fall and her shoulders started to shake.

He released her arms, which she immediately drew against her chest, covering her face as she sobbed into her palms. He took a moment to admire his view. There she was, bent over the back of the couch, bright red ass in the air, her pants pooled around her ankles. She was broken down and soft, her cathartic release overwhelming her. Despite all her tears and whining, he could see the glisten of arousal starting to show between her thighs from his handiwork.

He rubbed his left hand up and down her back, his right coming to wrap around her hip. He could feel the heat radiating from the welts forming across her ass and thighs. "That's it, good girl. Let it out, baby." He cooed as his pet shook under him. "Just a few more."

He stepped to the side, taking his hand from her hip and pulling his arm back far. He brought his palm down hard against her ass, over and over, five final blows. With each connection, her shoulders heaved harder with her tears, ripping cries of pain from her, but her body became increasingly slack.

Dan enjoyed how easily he could pull her out of her head; each time his hand collided with her flesh, he worked to untangle the mess of thoughts she liked to trap herself in. After a few minutes of crying, her sobs shifted into sniffles, and her shaking gradually slowed. She released her face from her hands and pushed off the seat of the couch in an attempt to right herself.

He put his hand between her shoulder blades, roughly pushing her back down before he slid it to her low back to hold her in place. A breath of laughter escaped him at her squeak of protest. With confidence that her mind and body had given in, he ran both hands across the swell of her cheeks before digging his fingers into her supple skin. She hissed through her teeth at the sting of his tight grip on her tender skin.

He gripped two handfuls of her ass, spreading her cheeks, his thumbs sitting low, close to her groin. He groaned deep in his chest, the sight of her glistening pink pussy causing his cock to twitch in his pants.

She inhaled sharply, the cool air against her damp sex making her hyper aware of the effect his barrage had had on her, despite her emotional state. She flushed again. Dan released his grip on her ass and snaked an arm around her front, his fingers coming to wrap around Em's throat. With a solid grip, he quickly pulled her upright, her back to his chest, eliciting a choked grunt from her. The man towered over her, her head at chest level. She leaned heavily into his chest, dizzy from standing so quickly, reveling in the security of his palm under her jaw.

His hand left her throat, sliding back to thread his fingers into the hair at the back of her head. Wordlessly, he stepped away and walked briskly around the couch, her hair still in his fist, causing her to stumble backwards behind him.

Her arms did pinwheels, bidding to keep her upright. "Hey, careful!!" She snapped, trying not to trip over her leggings. Her mind was reeling, trying to land on any one emotion, with too many to choose from.

"Quiet." He spoke with finality, leaving her mouth hanging open.

He seated himself in the center of the couch, pulling her face down over his lap as he went. He reached down, pulled her pants off of her feet, leaving her in only her sweater and socks, sprawled over him. She felt her stomach flip-flop, frustration and arousal swirling together in an intoxicating mix. She was exposed and stuck there, helpless to do anything about it.

Dan reached for his book, resting it on the back of her thighs, his other hand coming back to rest on her ass again as he settled back into reading.

Em held her breath, awaiting his next move. After a moment, she heard him flip the page and heaved a sigh. "Fucking tease..." She thought to herself. After a long day and a good cry, she was exhausted. She folded her arms and laid her head down on them, focusing on Dan's warm hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her hip. Her eyes drifted shut as she lost herself in her thoughts, the swirling clouds in her head less heavy than before.

As she lay prone across his lap, she reflected on the punishment she had received and the why. She knew better than to try to keep anything from him. One way or another, he always pulled what he needed from her, playing her mind and body like a harp. Dan didn't allow Em to speak down on herself, preferring she acknowledge her feelings without attacking herself in the process, and he certainly didn't allow her to keep a single thought or feeling from him.

The drone of the TV and the periodic page turn, in combination with his steady breathing, eventually quieted her thoughts entirely. Em took solace in the comfort and safety of her partner's presence, allowing sleep to settle over her. She rarely slept outside of Dan's reach. She rarely did anything outside of his reach, really, opting to keep close whenever possible.

She was startled awake only a short time later by a tightness in her stomach, her head whipping up as she gasped.

"Wha..? Mmph...oh-" She mumbled groggily, awareness of what had ripped her from her slumber dawning on her.

Dan's fingers were buried inside her, rhythmically stroking against her g-spot, and she was close.

"Ssshhh... go back to sleep, babygirl." His soft voice hummed over her. He'd taken advantage of her heavy sleep, taking his time with her. His free hand came up to rest on the back of her head, pushing her face back into the couch. There was no resistance, so he left his hand there, scratching her head while his other hand continued to work at her core.

He had traced and teased her body while she slept, ever soft with his touch so as not to wake her, slowing to a near stop when she would fidget or squirm. He knew her so well. He knew just what to do to raise the goosebumps on her skin, to make her breath catch in her throat, and to make her hot between her legs. He had taken his time with his toy, slowly working her closer and closer to an orgasm before he allowed himself to wake her.

Em's breathing was ragged and shallow by the time she awoke. She raised her hips, her back arching slightly. Her hands balled into fists as she buried her face in her arms; her hips began to rock gently against his hand.

"Ah-f-fuck.." she whispered breathlessly. "Oh my god-"

She started to lose the rhythm in her hips as her legs began to shake, breathy moans turning into needy whines. Dan cracked a smirk and increased pace and pressure, knowing she was going to cum soon. Her spine curved into a deep arch as her entire body started to tremble.

"That's my girl," he purred. "That's it; let go for me baby, I want to see you cum."

That was the last push she needed. Her hips bucked back, her pussy clenching around his two fingers hard. He was unrelenting in his ministrations against her, bringing his hand from her hair to wrap around the back of her neck, holding her in place as she writhed.

Em's eyes rolled back in her head, her body alight with pleasure. Her mouth dropped open in a series of half-coherent words as she convulsed, putty under his touch. "F-ffuuuucck...Dan- haah.. god please don't stop, please!" She begged as her orgasm crashed over her. She felt like every nerve ending was electrified, and as her pussy pulsed around his fingers, the noise around her seemed to dull. He was all she could focus on.

"Da-ddyyyy...." She cried out brokenly, clawing at the couch in front of her. Her cunt seemed to tighten impossibly so, and Dan leaned into the resistance, pressing hard against the spongy spot inside her, increasing his speed once more. She trembled harder, unable to control the reaction. A long pitchy moan slipped out of her as she felt a gush of wetness between her legs, drenching his hand. Soon she went limp, her head lolling to the side, her breathing heavy and uneven.

He gave a few more slow, firm strokes inside her before he withdrew his fingers from her dripping sex, holding them up to catch the light. He grinned in satisfaction. His hand was soaked. "Goooood girl," he praised, a lilt in his voice.

He brought his hand up to where her mouth still hung open, gripping her jaw with thumb, ring, and pinky finger. He pushed the two digits past her lips, pressing down against her tongue as he reached toward the back of her throat. Automatically her lips closed around his fingers, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she sucked them clean, the tip of her tongue tickling at the edge of his palm.

"Hmmm..." she hummed with her mouth still full, her eyes half open. Dan pushed his fingers past her esophagus, causing her to cough. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him hazily.