Oil slick

We have guests upstairs. We're a little coked up and a lot more drunk. His hands are around my neck and he's kissing me wildly. There's drool on my chin. His spit, my spit, who cares. He pushes me down onto my knees and makes me suck him. He talks down at me. Telling me how much he likes to hurt me. How much he wants to hurt me. He calls me a slut and tells me I'm wet and easy. Which I am it's true. He pulls me up and walks me around the counter.

"Knickers down. Now"

I attempt to protest. Its stopped. I scramble out of my pants and pull up my dress so it sits on my waist. He opens up a cupboard, yanks out a bottle of olive oil and greases his fingers. He jams several into my arse. Easy, wet and easy. Instantly I'm open and stretching. I'm whispering and begging him to stop.

"We have guests".

He pushes harder and I can feel fluid start to drip down my thigh. He thrusts harder again. I splatter liquid all over the tiles. I can smell arousal. I am nervous. I curl my back and start to kiss him. His hand returns to my throat. My ears start to breath as the blood rushes to my head and my heart is racing in my chest. A powdered heart beat moving super fast.

He asks me am I his. I say yes. He asks of my devotion I say I am. He asks if I worship him and I giggle. He smirks. And smacks me.