Getting some very encouraging attention and feedback for my very first story, so thank you all! This second installment is more heavy on the BDSM elements, and is still very much a nonconsent fantasy. It is not an endorsement of nonconsenual sexual acts. Please consider reading something else if that kind of material may be triggering to you in any way.
"Here's the deal, Soph. I came here tonight to take what's rightfully mine, which is this sweet, soft, warm body. The way I see it, you're at my mercy. I'd love to take those panties out of your mouth, give your jaw a break, hear that sweet voice, and use that pretty mouth. But I need to know that you can be trusted." I look my captured prize up and down. The sight of her spread legs, her tits wobbling slightly with each slight movement; I would think she was a dream if I couldn't feel her trembling against me.
"Understand that if you decide to scream and draw attention to us, or if you try to use your mouth to hurt me, there will be consequences. You won't get a second chance from me, I'll gag you again and you'll be punished in ways you can't even begin to imagine. Can I trust you, Sophia?" She hesitates, but then nods slowly, and I can't help but smile.
"Good girl," I coo, tearing the tape from her mouth as quickly as I can. She winces slightly. I pull the damp fabric out between her parted lips and she closes them carefully, moving her jaw around to try and soothe the aching. "What do you say?"
"Um...thank you?" she replies meekly. I twist one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and she cries out a little.
"How about a little more respect, slut?" I prompt, knowing she knows exactly what I mean.
"Thank you...Sir." If I didn't know any better, I'd say she squirmed a bit.
"That's very good. You are a quick study, my little fuck doll." I reward her by leaning down to softly lick and suck on her nipple, eliciting a soft little moan from her.
"Why...why are you doing this? Why me?"
"Because you're a stuck-up cunt who needs to be reminded of her place. Your body was made to be used and fucked. I don't think you're good for anything else. I think deep down you know it's true." Not that deep down, because she had texted me those very words a few weeks ago. "Now, your sopping pussy got my cock all messy, and I think you owe it to me to clean it off, after I was so nice and made you cum so many times. It's the least you can do, wouldn't you agree?" As I'm speaking my hand is back down at her well-fucked hole, feeling my cum start to leak out of her. I gather some of it onto my finger and bring it to her lips. She parts them at my gently nudging and without prompting begins to suck my seed right off, even using her tongue a bit. I pull my hand back.
"Yes, Sir." It's just above a whisper, and I can hear the conflict and shame in her voice. Delighted, I push myself up on my knees and let my cock hover just inches from her mouth. I smear the coated head across her lips, and she groans in disgust. Music to my ears.
"Tongue out." She's slow to obey, but when she finally does, I rest my cock squarely on her waiting tongue and she begins to lick my shaft clean of our mixed juices. I can tell from the noises that she makes that she's not enjoying the taste, but she dutifully cleans me off completely, switching between long licks and sucking the length of it into her mouth.
"Wow. I just can't get over what a good cock whore you are, Sophia." She blushes and can only bring herself to nod halfheartedly. I grip her one of her tits hard and then start slapping it up and down. "Your new owner just paid you a compliment, you cunt."
"I'm sorry! Thank you, Sir!" she gasps out, and I stop smacking her around and reward her with gentle caresses to her stinging flesh.
"You'll learn, I'm sure of it. Now, give me a kiss. A
real kiss
, and I'll give your arms and legs a break from being stretched so much."
She whimpers in anguish, but nods, giving me a quiet, "Thank you, Sir." I lean in and press my lips to hers, curious to see just how convincing she could be. My fuck doll does not disappoint, kissing me back tenderly, letting my tongue in to explore the warmth of her mouth. She sighs softly, and I pull away with my mind a bit hazy. The softness of her lips, the smell of her hair, the flush of her skin. She was intoxicating.
I still had so much planned for her, so shaking myself out of this reverie, I began the work of detaching her from the bed. I start with her legs, untying the rope connecting her ankle cuffs to the footboard. I clip them together with a short chain to ensure her movements are still hindered. She groans with relief being able to close her legs and relieve the soreness in her hips and calves. "Thank you, Sir," she sighs.
She lies in an uncertain silence while I rummage around in my bag for the next items to aid in my fun.
I lay everything out on the bed by her feet and pull the ski mask over my head. I can't resist anymore; I need to see the trepidation and fear in those eyes. I decide to get dressed again, to make her feel her own nakedness even more. I slide the blindfold off of her, and she blinks a few times, adjusting to the light. Her eyes are still red and puffy from crying, and she takes me in with a startled look. She looks down at her own nude body, covered in red marks from my hands, then back at me, and definitely looks overwhelmed. I suppose Man in Ski Mask is not the most calming sight when in such a vulnerable position.
"What are you going to do with me now?" she finally asks. There is a distinct tinge of fear in her voice, but I think I also detect a hint of excitement. Or so I convince myself. My hand cups her cheek, and she tries to shy away from me. I forcefully jerk her face back to look me in the eyes.
"Whatever the fuck I want, my filthy little slut. And boy are you filthy! You've got cum leaking out of that freshly fucked snatch." I untie her wrist cuffs from the headboard, grabbing both wrists to help her stand up next to the bed. I spin her around and connect the rings to each other, forcing her to push her tits out. I start groping them roughly, squeezing and pushing the huge mounds together, pulling and twisting her sensitive nipples, getting her all worked up again. Seeing the arousal mixed with fear adds a whole extra dimension to this night.