Little Thief 2

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction and contains dark themes, including breeding kink, consensual non-consent (CNC), explicit language, and other mature content. It is intended for adult audiences only (18+). All acts depicted are entirely fictional and meant for fantasy purposes only. In real life, consent, safety, and mutual respect are essential. The behaviours and dynamics in this story should not be replicated or romanticized in real-life relationships without explicit, enthusiastic, and informed consent from all parties involved. If any of these themes are triggering or uncomfortable for you, please refrain from reading.

Quiet ones are the easiest to mark. I haven't seen any movement for a few hours; the lights are out, and there are no cars in the driveway. Perfect. I slipped through the side gate. Breaking in was never the hard part; it was what came after. I landed on the carpeted floor and started looking for things to put in my bag. I saw a watch left carelessly, JACKPOT. I slipped it into my bag. I walked down the hallway, careful not to make a sound while opening a door to one of the rooms. I stepped inside, expecting a bedroom or maybe an office.

But no. It wasn't a bedroom. It wasn't anything I expected.

The walls were deep crimson, lit low by a single hanging bulb that cast shadows in all the wrong places as I walked into the room. Leather straps, cuffs, chains--this wasn't just a room. This was a red room.

I got a feeling that I was being watched, that I wasn't alone. I heard the door shut.

I turned and froze.

He was standing in the doorway like he'd been waiting for me the whole time. Broad shoulders, thick arms, shirt clinging to every sculpted inch. Rugged face, eyes so piercing they stopped my breath.

"Well, well, looks like the little thief found the wrong room," he said.

Panic surged through my body, fight or flight. I said nothing and tried moving back from him.

How do I get out of this room? I thought. There may be a window somewhere. I looked around while stepping back. He didn't run; he stalked every move I made. "I was just leaving, Sorry," I said. He was so calm and collected. He took one big step, then two. He was in front of me. Next thing I know, my back hit the wall, my throat around his hand, squeezing it hard, just enough to stop my breathing. My eyes widened, terrified when he grunted and said, "You picked the wrong house, little thief."

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me closer to his mouth. I let out a gasp and said," Please, let me go. I am sorry."

He chuckled and said," Of course, after I punish you and have my come in all your holes." He used both hands and walked me toward the round table. I tried to struggle, but he was so strong. He bent me over the table. My boobs pressed on the table.

"HELP! HELP!! Someone help," I yelled, my lungs out.

"You think a man who has a red room will not have soundproof walls. Such a dumb little thief," he grunted. He pushed my head against the table. My hands were trying to reach back and scratch his hands, face, anything. With one swoop of motion, he grabbed both my hands and put them behind my back. With his other hand, he picked me up by pulling my hair and whispered," Count your spanks; if you miss one, we start over again."

I shook my head in a no and wanted to yell. I felt a sting on my ass so hard that it dragged the table along with me. I whimpered. "COUNT, little thief," he ordered.

"One."

Another spank. "Two," I teared. Spank! Spank! Spank! "Three, four, five."

"Good girl, keep counting," he stated. He pulled down my leggings with one hand, his other hand still holding my hands; I just lay there to take it like one of his ragdolls, tears streaming down. I wanted to go, but wait, why was I wet? He pulled down my thong and, without warning, started spanking me.

"Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Please, no more, please, please," I cried. My ass was hot from the spanking. It was so painful. I wiggled to get out of his hold, but he held me so tight.

"Keep counting, my little thief," he commanded.

"Sixteen, Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty-one, twenty-two," I kept counting. I could feel myself getting wetter with every spank. I would start dripping in no time. I didn't realize that I just stopped counting. He spanked me hard, and my legs gave out. My knees bent, and I couldn't stand. He pulled me up by holding my hair. I stood up, trying to fight, but I couldn't do much when I was literally at his mercy.

He walked me towards the chair; it had wrist and ankle cuffs attached to it. I tried to get away from it, yelled no, screamed for help, cried, begged. He was successful in restraining me in the chair. He ripped my tank top, and I was naked on the chair in front of a stranger who was possibly going to do horrible stuff to me. He got a wand and duct tape from a drawer nearby. "Spread your legs," He demanded.

"NO!"

"You are being so difficult; you can't just steal from people and not expect consequences. You stopped counting; I think you need an upgraded punishment." He spread my legs, I was sitting in my pussy juices. I was so wet that I was ruining the chair already. He brought his face near my pussy and licked my engorged clit. I moaned when he did it. I was too heightened from the pain, from the arousal.

He growled," You are dripping and making a mess like a good little whore. Let's place this wand right here on your clit. You need to come? You ask for permission," he said. He taped it on the chair using duct tape and turned on the wand. He removed his belt and said," But this is a punishment, little thief. You will take whatever I give you." He started whipping me with his belt. I moved with each whip. I felt the wand making me wet and closer to arousal. It buzzed mercilessly against my clit, taped in place, leaving no room for escape. My wrists clenched, my body jerking with every slap of leather against the skin, every vibration that pushed me closer to the edge.

"Please--" I gasped, unsure if I was begging him to stop or let me finish.

"Please, what little thief?" he asked.

"Please, I need to come. Please," I moaned.

Another Lash. "Doesn't sound like asking for permission. Whores like you beg."

"Please, can I come? Please, let me come, Sir." I begged.

The heat coiled tighter inside me, and my vision blurred; he didn't answer. He kept lashing me, and I kept begging. I needed to come so bad.

"You can come, come as you are getting your punishment. Only sluts like you can come during a punishment. Thank Daddy for making you come. For punishing his whore" he said.

My back arched, I let out a scream and shattered. "Thank you, Daddy, for making me come. Thank you for teaching your whore a lesson," I screamed. The wand was still buzzing; I was sweating, shaking and breathless. He stood in front of me, belt still in his hand, watching me roll my eyes as I was closer to my second orgasm already. I was moaning, and he put his belt around my throat. He unzipped his pants, removed his boxers, and his cock sprung out, thick and hard, the veins pulsing with the same urgency I felt in my own body. "You wanted to take from me; now you will give me something."

He tugged on the belt once, and the message was clear. I looked up at him and gave in completely. He was so big that my throat was not used to this. I was moaning on his cock. The wand was still there, buzzing, and I was making a mess around it. I felt so degraded. He held my hair and fucked my mouth as he liked. I choked on his cock. He squeezed my throat using the belt. My eyes rolled back into my head. He spat on me and smeared it all over my face. Making me a mess. "Come for me, you nasty little thief; come while you lose your breath," he commanded.

I was going to come, but I lost count after three. The wand was making my clit so engorged and sensitive. He reached the back of my throat from inside and kept pounding me there, making me gag and choke. "What a good little cock-sucker, making a mess on my cock and my chair." He was deep in my throat; my eyes were watering. I was breathless; he pulled out his dick, giving me two seconds to breathe.

He uncuffed me from the chair. I didn't try to run because my legs were jelly. He used the belt as a leash and dragged me towards a bed in the corner of the room. Not just any bed; the posts were thick. Reinforced. Leather cuffs dangled from each corner. He tossed me onto the mattress like I was a feather. Weightless. "Let's secure your wrist and ankle so you are spread wide for the guy you were stealing from."

"Please, I can suck you off. Not this. You will destroy me," I cried.

"That is what stealing whores get," he slapped me. I was spread open in front of him. He grabbed something from the nightstand. Hoping it was a condom. My sight was blurry due to all the spit and tears. It was something black--a big black dildo.

"Please, wear a condom. I am not on anything. Please, I begged.

"Now, if you keep telling me to wear a condom, I will shove this in your sore throat. No one likes a noisy, screaming bitch," he said in a stern voice. "You think you will just be here for one time. No, you are going to stay here until I own all your holes. I will keep you at the foot of the bed, like a dog. Mine to see, fuck, dump whenever I want. I meant it when I said you picked the wrong house. You are not going anywhere. I am going to make my cumbucket."

All this talk made me so hot. Like a bitch in heat. I don't know why? I was crying but didn't want to stop. I was anticipating a lot. He stood near the entrance, rubbing his cock up and down my opening, and he went in without any warning. It didn't burn since I was so wet. I was feeling full, though. He was huge. He wasted no time in giving me a few deep, rough thrusts. The bed rocked. He squeezed my throat with a belt around me. "You get even tighter when I squeeze your throat. Guess I will keep doing that," he said.

I moaned, "You can't fuck me raw, I will get pregnant."

As soon as I said that, he fucked me even rougher. Like he starved for it. His cock was in and out of my pussy. The thrusts were so quick that my head was shaky, and I felt dizzy. "You are being a noisy cunt. I guess this is going in your mouth." He tried to shove the 7-inch dildo in my mouth. I shook my head away, and he slapped me hard.

I gasped in pain, and there it was the dildo. It tasted like silicone, making me sick. "Take the dildo as deep as it can go. Take it. Such a nasty whore. Two out of three holes filled up. I will soon come so deep in you, then plug your pussy. My come will have nowhere to go except your womb. It will find your womb and make you a mommy. Oh, is that what you want, little thief?"

I nodded my head in disagreement. He kept thrusting harder. There was no space to think, only the sound of his groans, the slap of bodies, and the way he took control. I couldn't tell if I was crying out from pain or pleasure. He put his hand over the dildo to make sure it stays there. It couldn't go all the way in, but he kept trying. My pussy got tighter, I was going to come soon. His thrusts became urgent, and he growled," Come make a mess on Daddy's cock. Come as I fill you up and keep you full. Tighten that pussy; come for me, my little thief."

I moaned on the dildo, my eyes rolled back, and I went into a trance. He didn't care to give me a recovery period. He was still going hard. His moan became darker. He was so close, I could tell. His eyes rolled back, he bit his lips and grumbled," Take me, I will keep doing this until you give me a baby. Until your belly swells up, and your tits leak milk for me and my child."

I felt ropes and ropes of his come shooting in me. I moaned as I felt it. He stayed there for a while. I closed my eyes instantly; I didn't fight it. I was tired, and I lost consciousness.

I woke up sore, and my hands were tied to the foot of the bed in a different room. The room was dark, and I saw nothing. I felt something in my pussy like a plug. He wasn't kidding about keeping me full of his come.

To be continued...