Had posted this on kinktalk but I've edited it and gone over it. First try so be nice, decided to base it on what I know 
Part 1:
The familiar sound of the front door clicking shut made her look away from her book, looking at him with a little smile. “How was your day?”. Her smile slowly fading as her eyes came to rest on his expressionless face and lingering on his eyes trying to guess his mood. Sitting unmoving on the sofa, eyes following him as he moved closer, a sudden small feeling coming over her as he looked down into her eyes, goose bumps running down her spine as her eyes flicked away from his, biting down on her lip knowing the meaning behind his stare. Backing slightly into the sofa trying to curl up as small as she could, her legs curling up under her almost protectively, a slightly tingle running over her body.
“Stand up.” The command was short and cold sounding as his eyes ran over her body watching her quickly push up onto her feet. Standing just in front of the sofa shifting slightly on her feet, his gaze making her heart start to speed. Keeping her eyes fixed on the floor not daring to look back up at him again concentrating on a single spot, her mind racing trying to guess his next move, knowing his moods could be unpredictable and hard to decipher.
“Clothes off slut of mine.” A small smile rippling over her lips as the “of mine” ran round her head, eyes flicking to his for a split second catching the tiny reassuring smile he gave back, taking a deep breath and quickly pulling her top off over her head, letting it fall to her feet. The cooler air hitting her skin making it goose pimple even more, a shiver running down her spine from the mixture of the air and his gaze. Feeling even more naked in front of him than she already was. His voice speaking slow and deeper, a cutting sound of danger piercing through the momentary feeling of safety. “Does a good slut treat her clothes like dish rags?”
Scrabbling quickly to her knees, taking the top in her faintly trembling fingers trying to fold it as neatly as she could, fumbling under his stare knowing a smirk was spreading across his lips. After what seemed like ten minutes she placed the top neatly by her knees on the floor. Her voice muttering and slightly hard from the frustration with herself. “No Sir, sorry”.
Staying perfectly still on her knees as she felt him moving closer, still not daring to look up, her heart in her mouth, the beating filling her head making it hard to concentrate on anything but his approaching presence. His hands gently resting on her shoulders from behind, her eyes closing feeling the warmth in his hands and enjoying the closeness of his body to hers. With a sudden shove from his strong arms pushing her onto her stomach on the floor, his hands roughly grabbing the top of her jeans and tugging them down, feeling the coarse fabric sliding over her bare skin and down over her thighs and calves till they slipped off over her feet, her toes curling a flush spreading over her cheeks along with the harsh feeling of vulnerability. A sharp stinging slap meeting her flesh and echoing slighting round the room, her legs flinching closed automatically as the ripple of pain washed over her, her teeth clenching with a short shuddering breath.
His hands rested lightly at the base of her spine making her tense ever so slightly. He ran his fingers slowly over her naked skin, feeling the goose bumps spreading and following his fingers. Her shoulder tensing as his fingers run up the back of her neck, the hairs standing on end, her skin sensitive to every touch of his fingers, flinching slightly as his fingers tighten on the back of her neck. Swallowing hard feeling her moth going dry. The teasing touch turning her on edge not knowing if another blow was to follow or what he was thinking. His fingers lingering there for a few seconds before grabbing a fist full of her long hair and pulling her head sharply back, their eyes meeting again for a second as he quickly stood pulling her roughly to her feet and walking off towards the kitchen. Stumbling after him, her head swimming as his grip tightened in her hair, trying to keep up with his swift strides and hold her balance, her vision bluring as her eyes began to water the intense pull in her scalp making each step feel like an eternity.