Her Autumn Attraction

Eline’s POV She was on her way home, waiting for the bus. 6 minutes to go: It wasn’t cold but it wasn’t warm either. Her golden brown caramel skin had goosebumps all over but she wasn’t freezing. Her hair was loose and swayed along her back, her tight bun had come undone by today’s stress. Her hair reached right below the shoulder blades, blond wavy curls swaying in the light autumn breeze. Her eyes were the color of the leaves turning a light brown with a hint of orange in the fall. Her lips were full and constantly had a little flirtatious smile right at the corner. Her body was a bit too average for her linking but she made up for it with her flirtatious personality and confidence. She had a tight waist, a flat stomach and hips with just enough filling to make every piece of clothing fit perfectly around her hips and waist, she didn’t have the biggest breasts, a fitting double B, that complement the rest of her body, they were still perky since she was only 26. 5 minutes to go: Her work phone kept buzzing in her bag, she ignored it. It’s been a real day at work, she had to stay overtime and she hated every second of it. She loved her job, she was an assistant at a big company that specializes in computer security. The company both designed, made and sold computers and equipment. They also (sometimes) had security guards that people could rent if they had a big event. The event of course had to be big enough. All she wanted to do was to get home, shower and change and go to his apartment. She had only known him for 5 short months but she was in love. So very deeply in love. He was perfect in every aspect. He was rough but she knew he was sweet and gentle under the surface, she hoped. She hadn’t seen much of his gentle side yet. 4 minutes to go: More and more people were gathering, waiting for the bus. All kinds of people were waiting for the bus, were they on their way to work, or maybe on their way home? She wondered. She blushed slightly by the thought of tonight, and every night for that matter. She tried to fit in with the background, she hated unwanted attention, unfortunately she often got exactly that. Her body and flirtatious personality made her an easy target for unwanted attention, often from creepy men. After she met him, she only had eyes for him and no one else, he often got jealous and he was very possessive. He liked to punish her for the attention she got from other men. She was scared the first time he punished her, but quickly found enjoyment in the punishments. Sometimes it would be painful and other times it would be pure pleasure. She never knew which it would be, that made her both excited and nervous. 3 minutes to go: The bus ride to her place took about 15 minutes and the same bus stopped right in front of his apartment building too. It was the same bus but the ride took 20 minutes longer. Today she was late, so she would go to his apartment immediately. Normally she would go home, shower and change out of her work clothes and into the clothes only he would see her in. It normally consisted of a short black miniskirt with a white t-shirt a size too small, a black lace thong and a black lace bra, she would cover herself with a nude trench coat, black knee high boots with a thin heel. Her blond wavy curls would hang loose down her back or up in a sleek ponytail, whatever he texted her. Her makeup was almost nonexistent, she normally only wore mascara, but when she would go to him she would do a winged eyeliner and some glossy lips. She never liked makeup. She had never had a mother or a big sister to teach her about makeup or how to apply it. She had never had money for it either. She learned how to do a winged eyeliner because he told her once, he thought she would look pretty with it, so she brought an eyeliner and taught herself how to do it by watching hours upon hours of YouTube tutorials, so she would get it just right. And it truly paid off when he saw her with it. He got crazy and almost turned into an animal! It was amazing, she would never forget that night. 2 minutes to go: It was getting late, she had to stay late at work, because a meeting had to be postponed, which caused a lot of delays and a lot of problems between different departments. This meeting was paramount for the new investors. She had no time to get home and get ready for him, she would have to go straight to his apartment. She wondered what kind of punishment was in store for her tonight, she was late and she wasn’t ready for him like she usually was. She was nervous and excited, holding tightly onto her phone for when he would message her. 1 minute to go: She wondered if she was too late. She didn’t want to disappoint him, she loved him and he loved her, in his own way. At least she tried to convince herself of that. He was very punctual and hated when people were late. He didn’t just hate it, he despised it, especially when she was late. She had been late two times before. The first time he went easy on her because she was only 5 minutes late, and it was her first time she disappointed and disobeyed him. He bent her over his knees and slapped her behind until it was red, then he f****d her so hard and didn’t let her finish. She had problems sitting down the next day. Her panties got wet by the thought of that night. The bus came: She was pulled out of her thoughts, she hurried on board and found a seat in the middle of the bus. She knew that he would text her before she could get to his apartment. It was 19:26. She was supposed to be at his place at 19:30 every evening, but tonight she was late, she knew he would punish her, she wasn’t scared like the first time, she was excited now. She knew that no matter what awaited her, it would be good. 19:30 rolled around and the first text appeared on her phone, ‘I don’t care if you have a good reason for being late, your pain will be my pleasure tonight’ she could feel her body reacting to his message, her palms were getting sweaty, her pulse raising and she felt a pressure in her lower abdomen and a wetness beginning to form in her underwear. She always wore black lace thongs with a matching black lace bra, underneath her office appropriate work clothes. Just the way he liked it. He liked the lace on her, he always said, they were just seen through enough, but also covered her. Up close he could see her dark brown n*****s and the outlines of her p***y. But from a distance her underwear just looked black. He thought it was perfect for her. She quickly got up and found the bus toilet a few rows further down the bus. Luckily for her it wasn’t occupied, she stepped in and locked the door behind her. A new message appeared on her phone and this time it was a recording - she pressed play - The voice that was flowing out of her speakers was a deep dominant voice, it was rough around the edges and a bit scary at times. “You have disobeyed me and it will not be tolerated, your pain will be my pleasure tonight. It’s going to be a long time before you disobey me again, I’ll make sure of that tonight” his voice boomed through her body like electricity, she remembered the first time she heard that voice. He must have big plans for me tonight, she thought to herself, smiling a bit. Past: She met him at a hotel bar. She was tired and burned out after a long weekend at a conference two towns over from where she lived and worked. She was just sitting at the bar, sipping a dirty martini with 2 olives, thinking about the uncomfortable ride home she would have to take with two of her very uncomfortable male coworkers. She really tried to dress down this weekend, she didn’t want any attention from her coworkers or anyone else for that matter. She wore some of her biggest suits and shirts. Nothing to form fitting, just casual office work clothes. She had never been a high heel girl, so she always wore sneakers. She got a lot of odd looks throughout the weekend, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to get through this weekend and go home. “Hi, can I buy you another?” Boomed a beep dark male voice behind her, the voice was smooth but rough around the edges, you could hear the dominance in the voice. She froze, she could feel the changes the voice did to her body, it was intoxicating, her palms got sweaty, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears, a pressure was building up in her lower abdomen and she felt wetness in her panties, she had never felt like that, it was intimidating and intriguing. She slowly turned around and looked at the gorgeous man the voice belonged to. He was tall, at least 195 or 6’4, he had dark brown, short hair. His skin was a smooth creamy white and his eyes. Oh his eyes, they were a dark brown, almost black in the dim light of the bar. His eyes were like a black night, a night you could lose hours just looking at. And his lips, they begged to be kissed. He was wearing a white shirt, with black pants and a matching blazer, his shoes looked like Italian leather and he just in general looked like he came from old money.