Author's Note:
Please be aware that this story contains a rape fantasy and mild BDSM slave training motif. So for the sake of those not comfortable with those themes... you've been warned.
I would also like to take a moment to express that this story is not meant to condone or encourage rape or sexual assault in any way, shape, or fashion. As a woman who experiences submissive pleasure and rape fantasy as a part of my natural sexuality, I know well that there's a fine line between rape fantasy and the actual act of rape. No woman (or anyone, for that matter) actually wants to be taken without consent. I know, it's complicated... is it an echo from the sexual experiences of our Neanderthalic ancestors? Or just another contradicting conundrum of the human experience? Who can truly say? But regardless of the answer, rape fantasy is just that... fantasy. Explored through roleplay, submission, or consensual BDSM practices.. And so I must reiterate, this story does not in any way, shape or form, condone rape. It's merely meant to serve as an outlet for those like myself, both men and women, submissive, or dominant, who experience or desire rape fantasy in their sexual routine.
Thank-you for reading. Please enjoy.
PS: I know Dark Desires is a cliche kink title, but nothing else fit the mood. I hope it's enjoyed, regardless. :)
Dark Desires
She faltered a little as she turned each page, delicate, she left me blinking every time she moved, every time she interrupted my gaze, my... fantasies. The fluttering of her pages were all I could hear in the backdrop of my imaginings... here in the café... on that table...
"Would you like me to top you off?" The new voice yanked me above the waterline of my preferred reality. Holding back a glower, I glanced up at the young waitress hovering a kettle over my tea.
"No," I placed a palm over the cup "I'm fine." She waited a moment, hovering again. She wanted something from me, she'd made that painfully obvious; but I wasn't interested. I wanted someone else.
Her.
And only her.
Quickly this time, the waitress gave up with a sigh; and free of her absence I returned to my addictive delirium... though not undisturbed. Her book was down, and she wasn't alone the way I liked her.
Who is that?
This time I couldn't hold it back,
why are you here?
I glowered at the back of his head, the other man who had stolen her attention, who was blocking her spotlight like a tall movie-goer with a front row seat.
Suddenly she laughed. Notably giggled, actually.
Does she like him?
He uttered something else in her direction; she snickered some more, and I glanced away, unamused.
I tried slipping underwater again, into the frozen image of her in my mind, her lightly-dyed blouse, her skirt, disappearing into the sunlight that poured through the bay window, the blend of clothing and ghostly skin that made her nakedness beneath them apparent... imaginable. Her innocent giggling the soundtrack to the voices in my head urging me to approach her with no fear; to brush blonde wisps of hair from her eyes, to kiss her, and then press myself into her skin without protest.
But it wasn't the same... her new companion kept interrupting my thoughts.
Only me.
I thought.
And as if on cue, my private fetish excused herself from his company, taking her book, her purse, and all. She was leaving. Or trying to, as her admirer - or excuse of - reached for her arm, and took her wrist in his hand. He wasn't being harsh... he was gentle... but that made me hate it even more.
Mine!
She seemed startled at first, and for a single blissful moment she pulled her hand away from his... but only to dip into her pocket, and retrieve a small square of card-stock. She handed him her businesses card.
She ran a design studio; and her business cards were each different on one side, and the same on the other.
I
already had a growing collection.
"Hey," I followed her on her way out and stopped at their table... before me, a sleek black biker's helmet sat there, enshrouded in her perfume, "is that yours?" I gestured at the motorbike outside, and as he looked away, I slipped her business card from his ownership, to
my
pocket, "actually, don't worry about it, I've got to be somewhere... um, nice bike."
Outside, I slashed his tires...
... and followed the trail of her delicate scent.
In the dark that had fallen in her return home, the townhouse unit she rented seemed haunted and empty with the lights out the way they were. She sauntered up the front steps as I watched her hair and her skirt dance in her wake from across the street.
My heart took a leap--
now
, I suddenly felt, Unable to withstand the urge another night, silent, I found myself behind her, only inches from her fallen hair,
her lips
, and her curves. I wanted to run my hands up and down them,
and I would
I thought as she slipped her key into the lock-- and I slipped my hands around her body.
She froze, and I felt her pulse leap, her heart frantically trying to flee without her. She didn't move as my right hand slid from her collarbone to her mouth, and my left from her waistline, to the hand at the doorknob.
"Let's go inside," I whispered in her ear, and turned her hand within mine, clicking the lock open.
I had something to...
prepare
for her inside. But now she struggled, leaning backwards away from the doorway, trying to remain on the front porch.
Don't worry,
I thought,
no one will see us. This...
I slipped my fingers just under her waistline, following her hips, my thoughts trailing blissfully...
this is for my eyes only.
Tears pooled along my thumb, leaking from her eyes as I walked her into her condo. I held her against the wall at the nape of her neck while I closed the door with my free hand; and for a moment I just pressed into her, feeling my cock rise between her thighs, pushing to be released from it's denim restraint.
With a
zip
, I did just that...
Oh God
may not have been the right words, but it felt so right to feel her trembling thighs hugging my erection, her soft skin under my fingers, her quivering body against mine,
wanting to escape
. The idea that she couldn't escape, couldn't stop it if she wanted to... that she
had to take me
even if she couldn't... turned me on so much it hurt. My erection grew, lifting her skirt... until I lost control.
I grabbed the folds of her skirt and tore at them. She squealed, to my appeal, and the material fell limp in my palm, exposing her skin to the chilly air. I grabbed her hip, and pulled her towards me, pressing her bottom into the base of my penis-- I let out a satisfied sigh, before tearing at her panties as well and inserting myself where I should be. She whimpered and screamed a little, but I knew she would eventually like it. She just... needed to be broken in. Then she'd never be able to imagine sex without force, or intimacy without
my
presence.
For a moment, I found myself trembling in rhythm with my lover... she was so tight, better than I'd ever fantasized. I pulled her into me as I thrust forwards, keeping her in rhythm. I suppose I'd waited too long-- the anticipation kept our rendezvous short. But I hadn't meant to jump her at the front door like that either. I'd
had
a plan I was apparently too eager to keep. The magic of a perfect first time winked away a little, but it could still be beautiful. I held her against the wall for a moment with the sheer weight of my body, thinking of all the preparations I had to make before I could be inside her again. She trembled and sagged into the wall, struggling to keep standing until I let her sink to her knees, exhausted. Where she was... I quickly considered making her take it between those beautiful lips... but reminded myself that I'd already wrecked round one. Round two, at least, had to be perfect.
Then again... I reached down, and lifted her chin to face me, "would you sit still, and stay here if I go get you water?"
The look in her eyes fluttered, changed from despair to a hopeful glimmer, dancing like a Japanese koi each at the bottom of two shimmering blue-green pools.
That's a no,
I thought... secretly excited.
"Fine," I watched the koi transform into little hearts, and sink to the bottom, "I know another way..."
My fingers climbed into my jean pocket, and rummaged for a moment -- bouncing the erection between my zipper that still longed for it's gentle fetish. She whimpered, as I withdrew a small capsule of pills, "I know another way we can take these," I smiled impishly, "open up..."
I stood, and rested one hand on the wall behind her, and the other on the top of her head, "I can be gentle, or rough... your pick," I said as I guided my erect penis to those beautiful quivering lips. When she took too long to decide, I grabbed her hair and held her in place as I inserted my rod into her mouth.
Ouch!
I withdrew from my incursion at the touch of her teeth, and pulled on her hair until her head was tilted, and she was forced to look up me. Suddenly I realized she was seeing my face for the first time, and my heartbeat faltered a little, like a butterfly trapped in a ribcage jar. I gazed at her for a moment, enamoured, then low I whispered softly, but sternly, "don't do that again..."
Her breath flickered like lips against a candle flame, as she let out a small gasp; her expression softened, and I swear she melted a little into the floorboards. Her body certainly loosened under my grip, submitting, at least a little, to my will.
"Good girl," I lowered her head, and slipped myself between her lips again. Gently I guided her head back and forth along my staff, pulling and pushing, my grip tangled in her hair tightening and tightening as I heaved in pleasure. When I came, I held the base of my penis in one hand, and her head in place with the other;
"I've never said this, but don't swallow... there we go," I bent down to her level, and held the pills in front of her, "now you have something to swallow these with."
She cried as I slipped two pills, one at a time between her lips, and pressed them with my thumb into her mouth. I kissed her, and whispered, "now swallow." She did, and it didn't take long until her eyelids were drooping like lazy willows, and she slumped into the wall. She seemed even more beautiful in her sleep as I scooped her, effortlessly, into my arms.
I already knew where the bedroom was...
She awoke; though, opening her eyes felt like lifting weights with a pulley. For a moment, she'd forgotten what had happened only hours ago; although she divined something was very wrong... something didn't feel right inside.
Slowly, she rolled over, catching the rattling of chains in her ear. Looking up, she saw her arms were bound to her bedpost with leather cuffs and lengthily chains. A feeling of shock went through her pulse, like a swarm of static electric butterflies charged with the beating of her heart, fluttering just under her ribs. Her thoughts of confusion, and fear, made sense to her; but there was another feeling she just couldn't place.
And then something else, peculiar, beckoned her attention... a row of chocolates just on the edge of her bed, resting on a red scarf.
"You can eat one if you like... they're for you."
She gasped, and looked up from the covers of her bed. There he sat, in an armchair... watching her.
"I promise not to make you sleep again. I want you... awake for this..." he gestured again at the sweets.
Afraid to offend him, she reached for them, and slipped one between her lips... but she froze, as memories only hours old returned to her in pieces.
But he didn't give her much time to analyze them...
In one swift motion, he was on top of her. She wasn't sure when he'd gotten her on her back, or why she hadn't noticed he was naked before now. All she could think to do was breathe.
He leant over her body, a domineering structure of muscle silhouetted against the candlelight— which she had never lit. He placed his mouth over hers, and slowly, he took a bite of her sweet.
Just as before, her heart throbbed with a strange feeling tangled among the fear and confusion, a feeling she just couldn't place...
