She felt him walk up behind her and run his hand through her hair. Though she appreciated the contact, she focused on finishing the task at hand. She was on her knees in the garden, planting the last of the petunias. They had taken advantage of the pleasant spring day to get some yard work done.
His hand firmly pulled her ponytail, drawing her head backwards and eyes away from her chore. She let out a groan as her hands fell to her side.
“Honey, I have just one more to plant and I'll be right there. Just let me finish this up.”
His response was to pull her hair even tighter. She rose to her feet, hoping this would alleviate the tension he was applying. She was successful; once she stood his hands moved to her shoulders, rubbing them deeply. His head slid down behind hers and he calmly spoke into her ear.
“We're taking a break, sweetie.”
She pouted, “I have just one left, look!” She motioned down towards the last hole. “You go and I'll be in there before you know it and I'll do whatever you like.”
She started moving back down and he gripped her upper arms roughly and pulled her backwards. To this, she didn't protest. The message was clear, she wasn't going to finish that last plant. He peeled her gloves off swiftly and pulled her around towards the door. A gentle push and she began walking herself towards the house. He opened the house door for her, smiling warmly at her as he did, but she avoided his gaze. There was no reason he couldn't wait. Asshole.
Still, she moved obediently towards the bedroom, not because she feared what he might do to her if she resisted, but because satisfying the will of such a strong, commanding man melted her heart and filled her with blissful contentment. Further, the subconscious anticipation made her heart race and her pussy begin to dampen.
She slowly walked towards the bed, when suddenly his hands gripped her shoulders, violently accelerating her pace. He threw her onto it face forward. While she tried to regain her composure, his fingers slipped into the waistbands of her pants and panties, dragging them both down over her round ass.
Her instincts kicked in, she wasn't ready yet. She lifted herself from the bed and began crawling away. “Wait, too fast!”
Her effort was quickly subdued by the sharp pain and pressure from her hair. She gasped. He was using her ponytail as a leash. Unfair.
She froze on the bed, head pulled backwards, her ass bare and raised. A firm hand crashed against a bare cheek, painfully stinging her as she jumped, letting out a short yelp. She reached back, grabbing the arm holding her head up. Another spank, following through this time. Her arm went down to brace herself from falling forward. She growled back.