Cheers, Darlin'.

Fancy wine on my lips –  
It stains my mouth as it drips down my chin.
Red drops of fermented berries splash on white carpet.
 
You’re pissed.
 
Belt buckle unlatched –  
I can hear the friction of leather against fabric during its removal.
 
I laugh. Out loud.  
I toast you, honey, raise my hand to the sky.
And pour the whole goddamned bottle on the floor.
Your white carpet. Graffitied.  
 
Cheers, Darlin’.
 
He is primal.
Moving across the room like a panther.
Smokey eyes stare back.
Waiting. Challenging. I smirk.
Jerked by the arm and turned around.
Bent over the counter.
Dress shoved up to my shoulders.
 
No bra. No panties.
 
Licking of lips. Mine.
Anticipation. Fear. Need.
A cold hand on my warm skin.  
He slips his fingers below just to check.
Yes. I’m wet. For him.
Silence broken by heavy but controlled breathing.
 
**thwack**
 
Uh, that’s going to leave a mark.
He’s still pissed.
 
**thwack**
 
Body involuntarily flinches.
Eyes squeeze shut.
 
**thwack**
 
Tears. Pain. Pleasure.
A cold hand on my hot ass.
Rubbing the welts.  
Rubbing my need.
 
Then he fucked me. Hard.
The way bad girls need.
Right there. On the counter.
 
Afterwards-
He said that we had been needing to replace that carpet anyway.