Just What She Wanted

I was getting ready to take a shower when I heard a knock at the front door. I was naked except for my panties. I glanced at my watch. 9:15. It was a Tuesday night and I wasn't expecting anyone. "Shit," I muttered to myself as I threw on a pair of shorts and a button-up shirt. I went downstairs to the front door and looked out the peephole.

I didn't recognize the man standing there. He was tall with a medium build and long brown hair. He wore a black T-shirt and black jeans. Definitely a good-looking guy, but like I said, I didn't recognize him and living alone I had to be cautious.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Umm, I don't know if I have the right house," he said, "I backed into the purple car parked on the street. I need to find the owner." I unlocked the door and opened it. "Yeah, that's my car," I said, "how bad is the damage?"

"Well there's a pretty good dent on the rear driver's side door. Shouldn't be too hard to fix though." He sounded very calm about it but still, it was my car and I wanted to see for myself how bad it was.

"Let me take a look," I said as I opened the screen door. I didn't even have time to get my foot outside when he stepped in, pushing me backward into the living room.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, more pissed off than scared. He casually turned to shut and lock the door behind him then faced me, a slight smile on his face. I noticed he had very intense, dark eyes. Looking at them I felt scared, but also excited.

"What do you want?" I asked him, but I was pretty sure I already knew the answer. "Let's just say I'm here to give you what you want."

"What do you mean? You don't even know me," I said.

He started walking towards me slowly as he explained, "I saw your profile on that kink website. I know what you like, I read your forum posts…my favorite was the one on knife play." He slid his hand into his front pocket, pulled out a knife and flipped it open. It looked kind of like a pocket knife only bigger, and the blade was serrated near the handle.

I felt myself start to panic, but I also felt that familiar flash of heat run through me and I was suddenly aware of the wetness between my legs. He was closer to me, and I started to back away from him, keeping my eyes on the knife.

"Please, don't…" I said. I was almost to the kitchen. He laughed softly and shook his head. "This is what you want. You like it like this," he said. I felt my heel hit the kitchen wall. I couldn't go any further. He was right in front of me now, his face just inches in front of mine.

"Let me see if I remember correctly…you said you love the feel of the cold blade against your skin…" He brought the knife up and pressed it to my throat. I closed my eyes as another wave of heat washed over me. I felt his warm breath on my face. "Look at me," he said. I opened my eyes and I saw a smile cross his face. His gaze moved lower, looking me over. He removed the knife from my throat and set it on the counter. He ran his hands slowly down my arms and grasped my wrists. He moved in closer to me, his mouth next to my ear.

"You also said you like to be physically restrained." In seconds, he had my arms up over my head, wrists pinned to the wall. I let out a small gasp as he pressed himself up against me, his stiff cock against my thigh.

I struggle against him, trying to free my wrists, trying to push him away from me. He is very strong and despite my efforts, I remain pinned against the wall. A lock of my long blonde hair hangs in front of my face.

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot that one…you like to struggle. I must say you look very sexy when you try to fight me," he says.

"Let me go," I tell him, my voice shaking. "Not until I'm done with you," he says and grips both of my wrists together in his left hand. His right hand goes to my face, lightly brushing my hair from my eyes. His fingers trail downward over my cheek and slowly down the side of my neck.

I feel the heat of his hand through my shirt as it brushes against my breast. I look down and realize that my nipples are hard, pressing against the thin fabric. He cups his hand over my breast, his thumb gently rubbing my nipple. He is looking at me, watching my face for a reaction to what he is doing. His dark eyes seem to see right though me. He knows I like what he's doing. He knows I want this.

I close my eyes as he continues to tease my nipple with his fingers. I feel him release his grip on my wrists, but still I keep them above my head. I feel his hand leave my breast and I open my eyes. He's looking at me, watching me.

He unbuttons my shirt and pushes it open. He leans in and gently kisses my stomach. His lips are soft; his warm breath tickles my skin. He leaves a trail of kisses up to my chest. I look down at him and he looks me in the eye as he slowly moves his mouth closer to my breast. I want him to lick me, suck me, bite me…anything!

His gaze is still locked on mine as his tongue reaches out toward the center of my breast. Very gently he licks my nipple with the tip of his tongue. I feel a warm tingle shoot down to my pussy as he takes me in his mouth, his tongue like warm velvet on my skin.

I let my hands drop down from above me to clutch his head, pressing his mouth against me. Moaning softly I close my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the moment.

Suddenly his hands and mouth leave my breast and I open my eyes. I see the knife again. He holds it in front of my face, slowly waving it back and forth. He is staring at me, no longer smiling. The expression on his face scares me.

"And now," he says softly, "for the rape scene."

I gasp as he pulls me against him, his arm tight around my waist, the knife pressed against my throat. My heart is racing as he drags me through the living room and up the stairs. We get to my bedroom and I am thrown onto the bed. Instantly he is on me, straddling my hips. I try to push him off when he presses the tip of the knife against my breast.

"I suggest you don't move," he says. He looks at me for a moment, then I feel the knife being dragged across my skin. I see tiny drops of blood on my breast, and I feel the growing wetness between my legs. He continues to use the knife on me, leaving small trails of blood following the blade.

"Sit up," he tells me. He stands by the bed, unzips his jeans and pulls out his dick. I sit at the edge of the bed and he puts the knife back to my throat.

"Suck me," he says. I lean forward and wrap my lips around his thick cock. I start sucking him slowly, mindful of the knife against my skin. I feel him remove the knife and I start taking him in deeper, sucking harder, running my tongue over the rim of his dick.

His hands are on the back of my head, pressing himself further into my mouth. "Yeah, that's it slut…you like sucking dick, don't you?" he says. I continue sucking and licking until I feel his fingers grasp my hair, yanking my head away from him.

His face is in front of mine, so close that his long hair brushes against me. "You want it, don't you?" he whispers, "You want me to fuck that tight, wet pussy." I feel his hand slide down my shorts, his fingers slip between my legs. He smiles when he feels my soaked panties. He removes his hand and pushes me back down onto the bed.

He grabs the knife and slides the blade under the waistband of my panties. With one quick move, my panties and shorts are split in two and I feel the cool air against my hot, wet cunt.

He positions himself over me, pinning my wrists to my sides. He slides himself into me and I let out a soft moan as I feel his hard cock filling my pussy. He fucks me hard, slamming himself into me. I want to grip his arms, to pull him even closer into me, but he continues to hold my wrists pinned to the bed.

He fucks me deeper, his cock slick from my sopping wet cunt. He's breathing heavily, his eyes closed, and I know he will cum soon. I feel the head of his dick rub against my g-spot and I moan softly, pushing my hips up against him. In minutes I feel an orgasm wash over me, my pussy gripping his cock. He starts fucking me faster and I hear him let out a loud groan as he cums inside me.

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He is standing by the bed, zipping up his jeans. He looks down at me and asks, "Is that what you wanted?" I smile at him and nod. It was exactly what I wanted.