My scream is stifled by your thumb pressing against my windpipe, my nails digging angrily into the flesh of your forearm, refusing to give up so soon....You let out a cocky laugh, throwing me backwards onto the bed and sliding between my legs, your mouth at my neck in an instant. “One day you’ll stop fighting me… Delaying the inevitable, it’s all you’re doing. No matter what you do, you’re mine. My little pet… my dirty little girl.” Your weight atop me already. His method would be to simply walk away from it. I suspected, as he remained in the kitchen, this was one of those times.I had no sooner called his name than I was jarred as the apartment buzzer sounded. It wasn't an uncommon sound, as flowers and packages of goodwill had flooded through the doorway since it became common knowledge I had emerged from a coma. But, it still caught me off guard. Standing up, I pressed the intercom button to identify the visitor."Hello?" I asked. The sounds of the. He pulled out. Still with his hands clutching my hair, I felt the warm squirts of his semen as he came over my lower back and ass as my orgasm came to an end. With one more grunt from behind, I felt his grip tighten and as he did, I then heard the bag rip from behind.I fell back laughing and was so content I could have purred with pleasure. Eric removed the remainder of the torn bag from my head and kissed me.“That my love, was fucking fantastic!” he smiled“Shame about the bag though, I was. "He grabbed my ass once in the boardroom." I didn't know that was an option." Not for him," she said, with the obvious flirtation behind it."Oh yeah? Just for the guy you've got on the side?" I wish," she replied."Well, if ever I can be of service," I said."You would sleep with me?" She asked. We danced around this for years, but it was never asked outwardly."In a second." Is that why you were checking ne out when I was sitting down?" She smirked and played with her hair.I nodded."Truth is I.