Re-Asserting Ownership

Mina pulls the door open before this thought registered fully and standing there, a slight smile on my face. Oh god. Oh shit. How is this happening? Her stomach drops with a mixture of fear and surprise. ” Wha …what are you doing here?” She stammers. ” I might ask you the same question” I asked coolly. Her focus starts to re-emerge. I had no right. ” Funnily enough I’m minding my own business.” ” How very boring.” I shot back and my stance changed. To the casual observer I was just standing outside her door, she knew that stance. She knew the purpose in the angle of my body, the slight twitch of my fingers, the set of my jaw. ” What’s his name?”
” What? You don’t know him. Please leave now.” ” What’s his name.” My voice dropping slightly, question mark all gone. ” Can we please talk about this another time?” She asks, starting to close the door.

My hand shot out and stopping it. My eyes ran slowly from her hair down her body to her naked feet and then back to her eyes, pinning her in place. ” We’ll talk about it now.” Mina shook her head no. ” It’s very simple. You either let me in or I will stand outside your door and take pictures of any man who arrives and then I’ll interrogate him. I’m pretty sure a man who’s visiting you in your condo at 2pm on a weekday has something to hide. No?”
We stood, glaring at each other for drawn out seconds. I knew that I had her. I would carry out my threat.
” Fine!” She snaps opening the door and strode back into the room. She hears the door close behind her.

Mina refuses to turn around. She sees her afternoon of fun and exploration is gurgling down the drain and she isn’t sure she can stop it. ” Call him now and cancel.” ” I will not!” ” Do it now. If he comes to the door, I will answer it. Is that what you want?” Mina hears that I move closer behind her. ” Do it.” She scowls picking up the phone. Dialing the number, she takes a deep breath as it connects. ” Hey! I’m about 15 mins away, what’s the number?”
” I’m sorry. I have to postpone. Something’s come up. I can’t go into it now but we have to postpone. I’m sorry.”
” What?” She could hear his disappointment. ” What’s wrong?” ” I’m sorry. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Mina hung up before she had to hear more of the confusion in his voice. She couldn’t talk to him now. She couldn’t apologize. Couldn’t explain.

” Nicely done.” I drawled. She clenches her fists, her jaw. She refuses to turn around. ” How did you know I was here in town?” She asks quietly. ” Purely by chance. I left a meeting across the street and saw you come in, and wasn’t that fortunate?” My question sounded almost playful. ” I want you to leave.” ” I have no intention of leaving. I find myself very intrigued by this outfit you have on. The little skirt in particular.” Her experiences with me had been to date, hard to understand. We’d met at a charity function. I’m complex and compelling. I didn’t chase her, I always sought her out at the functions we found ourselves at. We would invariably end up talking quietly at one side of the room or bar, my manner and body language creating an oasis for the two of us. She had observed how other women admired me and I was surrounded with beautiful women. I’m powerfully built and had gray hair and green eyes. Not conventionally good looking but compelling in a way that eclipsed most other men in a room. She had heard I had a girlfriend but I had never mentioned her.

I had a dangerous edge, like something is simmering below the surface and any conversation seemed to be a chance for me to lead her further toward a precipice of my choice. It often feels like I’m gently holding her over the edge so her stomach is permanently in a flip flop around me. One weekend morning after a run she had taken refuge at a cafe as a storm had set in and the rain was pounding down. I’m there, alone, paper and coffee in hand. We shared some breakfast and sat talking for an hour as the rain poured down outside. It was one of those moments in time where it felt like there was nobody in the world but the two of us. I have a habit of focusing my attention on her so intensely whenever we were together, that the absence of it after would leave her feeling strangely empty.

I drove her home in the rain and turned the engine off when we arrived at her apartment. The rain was streaking down the windscreen obscuring everything outside. Without a word, I turned to her slowly and reached my arm out to cup the back of her head and draw her lips to me. It was the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. Slow, tender, perfect lips taking her breath away. My tongue probed her mouth gently, firmly and my hand on the back of her head pulled her in closer as her hands reached out to touch my jaw and roam slowly down my chest. She wanted to stay there all day and drown in that incredible kiss against the backdrop of the rain, but She pulled back slowly and tilted her head up so her eyes met mine. I was smiling that little smile and with regret in my voice I told her I had to go. She was so dazed she barely remembers getting out of the car and into her apartment, collapsing into a chair trying to make sense of the morning’s events.

That had been two years ago after our divorce. She had surprised me on two occasions at my house, begging me to take her back. Submitting herself to my sexual needs both times, knowing I needed sex multiple times during the day or night. Since then, no phone call, no contact. Nothing…. Prick. ” What do you have on under this little skirt I wonder.” I drawled. Mina ignores me, her back still to me. Her hands still clenched. ” My guess is little white panties or nothing at all Am I right?” Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. I chuckle. She hears me stepping closer. ” Lift up your skirt” I said softly. ” Go away. I hate you.” ” You want to hate me, but you don’t. Lift up your skirt.” I’m close enough to her that she feels my breath at her ear.

” No.” ” Lift it…. now.” Mina is frozen in place. She is not sure if it is her stubborn anger holding her there or a strange desire to see what will happen if she refuses me. I’m always so in control. Suddenly I’m right behind her, a millimeter behind her body. Not touching her, my breath is hot in her ear. ” Pull that skirt up. I’m not going to tell you again” I growl. Her body starts to shake. Fear creeping in. I have not touched her since I entered the room but it is abundantly clear to her what I could do if I wanted to. Mina wills herself to breathe reaching down, grabbing her skirt and slowly raising it to just below her ass. ” Higher.” After a pause she did as I asked until her skirt is bunched around her waist. ” Very nice” I commented after a moment. She knew I was looking at the lower half of her ass which the lace panties are designed to reveal. Her ass is rounded, firm but juicy. Grab able she had been told before.

Mina feels my thumbs at the crease where it meets her upper thigh. One on each leg as I stroke inside to out. I then lightly run my hands up the backs of her thighs and gently grab her ass. My touch, feather light told her my main desire is not to hurt her however, she is under no illusions that I had every intention of doing so if I feel the situation warranted it. ” These are the naughtiest little panties I’ve seen lately. Take them off.” ” No.” ” Let’s not have this every-time I speak. Take them off!” Mina burns again with anger. My assumption, my arrogance has always blown her away. Mina is horny as hell but her growing rage is threatening to take over. Before she has a chance to contemplate a response, I grab her by the waist spinning her against the desk to our right. Her hands move instinctively to the table and her palms land flat stopping her from hitting it too hard. She feels her skirt being yanked up and then a hard blow on her right ass cheek. With my other hand I held her down by her back and then delivered a harder blow to the left one.

Mina’s breath caught in her throat. Her skin burns with the pain. She had never been spanked before, our sexually adventures never included spanking. In this moment she feels out of her depth, so inexperienced and at my mercy. ” Oh god” slips out of her mouth. ” When I tell you to do something I want it done without hesitation. Do you understand me?” Her mind is foggy. What is happening? Not 5 minutes ago she was ready for some lighthearted fun with Marc and now her body threatens to betray her with me, her ex-husband, my words, and my hands.