Filled Fantasies Fit Pt 03

This story features drunkness, dubcon and stalking as well as very light femdom and bondage - If you don't like to read about that stuff, feel free to skip this! I really appreciate any feedback or ideas, drop a comment or send me a direct message and you might end up giving me inspiration :)

Anyways, please enjoy!

Valentine's Day, 2025

"Come on, Kaya! You're not fooling anyone. You might be all business-y and 'girl boss' now but we know you still love to party! Come out with us or we'll assume you're hiding a secret boyfriend around here." Louise teased. She hoped that her friend would take in her persuasion.

Kaya was wise to Louise's antics and part of her did want to give in. It just wasn't the same without Keema and it hadn't been for years. Kaya wanted so badly to be the woman she was before but she just... couldn't.

"You can all assume as much as you want, Lou. You know damn well that Aaron may have put me off men for life. I've got so work to catch up on so I'll pass. Sorry!" She took Louise's dishes to the dishwasher to put them away.

Louise sighed from her seat at the kitchen island. "I miss her too, Kaya."

She didn't want to talk about it. "Mena and Nikki probably want to go! Have they got tickets?"

Her friend could tell that she wasn't ready to talk about it so she went along with the change in topic. "I got them a couple already, girl! Since you want to be a homebody I'll leave you in peace."

"Alright babe, enjoy."

Louise left muttering to herself about 'being boring even though it's a Friday.'

The chatter of the tv faded into the background as Kaya filled her wine glass. It was a bit sad that she was spending valentine's alone. Sure, she could have called Aaron over but that was subpar fucking and hours of arrogance that she didn't really want to have to deal with at the moment.

She was getting bored of the same old, but that was her routine. Quiet, tame evenings alone. She finished the cup and went for another before snuggling back down into her sofas soft warmth. Just as her eyelids grew heavy, she stirred a little. She could have sworn she heard a noise coming from the utility room.

She rose on wobbly legs to investigate, sure that it was nothing. Her hand curled around the door handle before another wave of tiredness hit her. That sofa was practically calling her name!

She returned to her comfy pile, glad to be buzzed and warm again. Who doesn't love wine?

***

Kaya decided that she maybe didn't love wine anymore.

When she started to stir from what had to be her first red wine blackout in years, the headache pounding in her brain made her consider cutting wine out of her weekly routine. Her vision was blurry at best and if that wasn't a wake up call, she didn't know what was.

She tried to rub her temples and paused when her wrists tensed against... handcuffs. That woke her up. Fully up. She was prone on her bed with her arms above her head, locked firmly in against the headboard. What the fuck was happening?

If this was Louise's idea of a prank, it was seriously fucked up. She was cuffed to the bed! Had they spiked the wine, too? Her body was far too warm... and naked?! Why was she naked?

Irritation gave way to fear as her body continued to warm in spite of herself. The cuffed clinked against the bar with Kaya's grunting struggles.

"You're somehow even more beautiful than before, Kaya." A deep, soothing voice said from the hallway.

"Hello! Who's there? Please let me go, I have money! Just tell me what you want!"

The voice chuckled like her pleas were useless.

"What I want is you."

With that, a tall muscular man Kaya hadn't seen before stepped into the room. He was pale but healthy - looking with short, straight blonde hair and a stern, handsome face.

In other circumstances, Kaya would have been desperately attracted to the man. She was sure of it when she noticed the hard, firm looking panes of his chest. He wore nothing but a pair of sweatpants, as if he was in his own home.

"You can't have me! Please, whoever you are, you can have anything else. Please let me go!"

He just smiled and prowled closer to the bed, making her scramble to try and move back.

The man rounded the bed and leaned over, staring into her eyes. "You dont know who I am?"

Intelligent, pretty blue eyes bore into her browns and she glared right back. She truly couldn't place him. Did he work at the company too? Was he someone who had seen her going to her Pilates classes?

"Why don't you let me out and we can have a proper conversation about how we know each other?" His face was so close now that when she whispered, their breath mingled.

His eyes finally left hers and trailed to her lips. "Those pretty, pretty lips. I forgot how good it feels to hear your voice."

"Let me--" A big, firm hand pressed against Kaya's mouth roughly, shutting her up.

"As much as I love to hear your voice and your begging, I need you to listen, baby." His hand tightened and Kaya cursed the jolt of heat the movement sent through her body.

The man kept his hand there as he stood, dropping his sweats before climbing onto the bed and settling between her legs.

He wasn't long but it was big. Kaya tried not to look but he held her head at that angle, smirking as she took him in with her eyes. His cock was girthy and thick, tapering to a soft-looking pink, tip. It glistened with precum and a sick, quiet thought in Kaya's mind wanted to lick it.

"You enjoying the view, baby?"

She tried to spit a nasty retort back but his hand only tightened.

"Uh, uh. It was rhetorical, baby. I'm perfect for you. I am everything you could ever want and you'll stay here until you understand that, okay?"

A hand drifted teasingly down her body over the soft slopes of her chest, the tight curves of her waist and settled between her thighs. "You really need someone to love you. To hold you. To please you and cherish you and fill you, baby. I've been dying to own you and I know you've been dying to be owned."

The surety of his words scared Kaya. His fingers inched closer to her core and she shouted against the hand gag.

"You're scared but that will pass." He slid a finger through her folds and she cried out from the pleasure. She felt so sensitive. "Even if it doesn't, look, it turns you on!"

He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean with a groan. "You're delicious, baby. My new snack. I think I'll have you for breakfast everyday from here on out."

Kaya held back her moans, wanting some kind of control. If she didn't react, he might stick to the soft exploring touches and grow bored. He might--

"You're so tight, Kaya baby!" His voice rumbled as he squeezed two digits into her wet hole. Nothing but the sound of her muffled moans and the wet slap of fast, rough fingers plunging in and out of her filled the room before she cried out, her climax surprising her.

That was the first time she'd ever cum from being fingered and she had no idea it could feel so good. The man's hand was covered in her release and she watched with reluctant arousal as he cleaned it with his tongue. "That's the first time you've ever finished from being fingered, baby. You did so well."

How did he know that? "I know that because I've watched you for years. I've seen every quiet night in, every desperate evening with your vibrator, every paltry, clumsy pounding from that Aaron asshole you like to fuck."