This story contains non-consensual sex, and if that's not your vibe, please stop reading now. Everyone is over 18 and so on, also I obviously don't condone non-consensual sex in real life.
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My home is a small apartment within a short distance from the city center. Today was the last day of work before the weekend and I sighed in relief as I sank down into a hot bath with a glass of wine, wine that I bought on impulse on my short walk home. Slowly, I can feel my muscles relax into the water one by one, and I sip my wine while relaxing against the tub. All too soon the water starts to get colder, and I feel tiredness overtake me. I don't want to fall asleep in the tub, so I pull the plug and slowly stand up and get out. Wrapping myself in a towel and making my way to my bedroom I take the time to walk around the apartment, turning off all the lights and checking that the door is locked.
Much later something wakes me. I try to shake the confusion and sleepiness off as I open my eyes and move my arm towards the lamp on the bedside table to turn it on. Except I can't. My hands are stuck, bound above my head and fastened to the headboard by something.
Suddenly I am wide awake, and my heart starts beating frantically. "Finally, you're awake" a husky voice purrs into my ear. I jerk in surprise and look to the side where a dark figure is kneeling on my bed. I draw in a breath to scream but a hand covers my mouth and transforms my scream into a muffled cry.
Terror seizes my body and I start shaking as I take in the man next to me. I don't recognize him, but he is watching me intently. "Shh, calm down" he says and moves his hand from my mouth to stroke my cheek softly. I pant and watch him with wild eyes as he continues, "There's no need to scream, don't be afraid."
But how can I not be? This man is large and I know instinctively that I don't have a chance of getting away if he really wants to hurt me. He is wearing a suit, and his blue eyes bore into mine while my brain tries to process and take him in. All of him. Some part of my brain acknowledges that he is attractive, brown hair, straight nose, and sharp jawline. But the fear quickly extinguishes that thought as I further take in the situation I am in.
"Who are you?" I whisper shakily. He doesn't answer my question but instead whispers;
"How I have been waiting for this moment. Every day I see you walk past me, and I knew from the first time I saw you that you were special. I could barely restrain myself from taking you then and there, but I knew I had to wait. Wait for the right moment to claim you, to worship you and make you mine."
My eyes go wide, and as I realize what his intent is I start kicking out and wriggling on the bed to try to get away while tears start streaming from my face. He quickly subdues me by crawling up and straddling my thighs but leans forward and frames my face with his big hands and starts talking to me. I can't hear what he is saying through my panic, but it sounds like he is trying to calm me down. He slowly starts stroking me, my arms, throat, and upper chest while mumbling soothingly. Then he pulls down my silk nightgown and lightly brushes my nipple with his thumb.
My breath hitches as my whole body goes still. I don't move all while he slowly gives one breast, and then the other, attention. He tweaks one nipple softly while leaning down and taking the other in his mouth, licking and sucking until they are both erect. My brain scrambles to catch up, even though he is an intruder here to take me against my will, he is excruciatingly gentle as he slowly makes my body react to his touch. He then suddenly bites my nipple, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make me squeal as he laughs huskily and sits up.
He gets down from the bed and picks something up from the floor, a long red silk ribbon. I don't understand what he is about to do until he already has it wrapped several times around my thigh just above my knee, but when I do, I start resisting. But by then it is too late. He chuckles and easily drapes the ribbon around a bar in the headboard and pulls strongly. I let out a cry of protest as my leg is pulled up and out but to no avail. He secures it to the headboard and moves to the other side, all while stroking my inner thigh.
I kick out with my other leg to prevent him from getting a grip on it but he is too quick, too strong, and it's not long before I find myself tied up and completely opened up to him. He then uses the end of the ribbon on both sides to secure my ankles to the top of my thighs. I am completely opened up to him and the stretch in my inner thigh and groin is brutal.
He moves to sit between my legs and starts slowly stroking my clit with one hand while playing with my breast and nipple with the other. I wriggle to try to get away but to no use. To my horror, his increasingly demanding strokes on my clit makes my body react and to my embarrassment, an unwelcome heat starts spreading in belly. A while later, I feel a trickle of wetness between my legs and my cheeks burn in embarrassment while I whimper softly in denial.
He notices with a smile. "Such a good girl, you are doing so well. Just relax. Your body knows what it wants, don't fight it princess."
I close my eyes and my mind reels at all the conflicting emotions and sensations. Maybe it would be easier if I just gave in? No, I don't want this, I don't even know him. But no matter what I want, his touches continue to make my body react until I feel the muscles in my pussy start to contract, searching for something to clamp down on. He stops rubbing my clit and my closed eyes pops open. He is staring at my core with a hungry look in his eyes, "You are so beautiful like this, so exquisite" he says almost reverently. "I need to taste you now, be a good girl and be still for me" he chuckles, as if I have any other choice.
He then slowly lowers his mouth, all while holding my gaze. I start protesting but my protests are cut off with a gasp as he sucks my clit into his mouth, hard. An involuntary moan makes its way out, but I am too shocked to feel embarrassed.
His hands are stroking my thighs while his mouth attacks my core and suddenly I feel something at the entrance to my pussy which makes me tense up. He draws away a bit and teases only the outside of my opening until he manages to lull me into a false sense of safety. As soon as I relax, he pushes his thick digit into me, not leaving my muscles any other choice than to yield and allow him entrance. He and I groan simultaneously and he growls out "Fuck princess, how are you so tight?"
Without thinking I answer "its been a while."
