Raped Before Dinner

The music pounded in my ears following the rhythmic chopping of red-skinned potatoes. Lightly tossed in oil, herbs and placed in the oven to join the already cooking chicken. The smell of the freshly baked bread lay heavy on the air as I finished setting the table.
5:40 just 30 more minutes till he is home. Started quickly washing the dishes and a stubborn stain had my full attention.
A hard hand covered my mouth. I jumped jerking back into the rock-hard body behind me.
“Do you always cook naked?” He grunted into my ears and pushed his free hand onto my huge boobs. I screamed into his hand and he squeezed hard.
“Hmmm nipple piercings. I know you were a slut. Bet you are getting wet to.”
I bucked against him but he twisted my nipples making me stop.
“Now if you are a good girl I will make this easier for you. Don’t scream.” He removed his hand. I spilt out, “who the hell do you think you are? You son of a bitch!” A scream broken out as he dragged me backwards by my hair.
“Stop! My boyfriend will be home soon and he will kill you!” I was ripped around and face to face with a tall blue-eyed man in a ski mask. He was squeezing my neck so hard that my knees started to buckle.
“Last chance to be good. Say you are sorry.”
“Go to hell!” A harsh kiss was placed on me lips as I treated to fight him. He bite my lip making me jump back and he had a wicked smile on his lips.
“I was going to treat you like a good girl but now you will be treated like a dirty slut.” He roughly pushed me to the floor.