This Is What You Wanted

Author's note: The following is a purely fictional story, based on past fantasies of mine. It is not an endorsement of nonconsensual sex acts of any nature. If that kind of story might be triggering to you in any way, please click elsewhere.

About a month ago, Sophia and I went on our first date. We met on some dating app, and admittedly got a little carried away texting beforehand. Our flirting eventually drew out the fact that we had some similar sexual proclivities, which led us to indulge in some steamy late night conversations. Due to scheduling conflicts, our date got pushed back a couple times, which left us with too much time to rile each other up and explore our fantasies. Sophia looked and acted like a confident, respectable woman. She wanted to be fucked like a filthy whore though, and she wasn't shy telling me about it. Most nights I came, jerking off to her messages. Especially when she was feeling a little adventurous and would send me voice notes, detailing all the ways she wanted me to use her, with the faint sound of her vibrator in the background.

Needless to say, expectations were high for that first date. Sure, we talked about normal stuff as well leading up to it; our jobs, our hobbies, our families, our friends. We were both looking for a relationship, but after the sun went down, we had trouble focusing on the minutiae of our lives. When we finally were able to meet, I thought it went well at first, although we didn't have nearly the same chemistry in person as we did over text. It was a little disappointing, but I was willing to see where things went, because she was beautiful, smart, accomplished, and funny. Honestly, it was me who made things awkward. I'm not generally a smooth guy. My photos on my profile were a little out of date, and I felt self-conscious about that. I wouldn't say that I'm hideous, but if I'm being honest, I am aggressively average.

Especially compared to her.

I offered to drive her home, and she seemed hesitant to accept, which at the time I assumed was out of politeness. To my surprise, when we arrived outside her house, and I leaned in to kiss her goodnight, she turned her head to give me her cheek instead. I hoped that my face wasn't red with embarrassment.

"Listen, James," she started, scooting away from me in the car seat so that she could turn to look at me. "I know that we've been talking for a while, and it's been really great. Unfortunately, I don't think that spark is really translating into real life. I don't think we should keep dating." She paused, giving me a chance to weigh in.

"I--uh, I disagree. Well I mean, I agree that it wasn't quite the same as our texts. But I think that you should give me another shot. I was just nervous, and if we go out again I'll be more comfortable, and it will feel more natural." More importantly, after every depraved thing she's told me she wanted me to do, I didn't want to miss out on the chance to bury my cock into her. To see if she really was the slut she claimed to be.

"It's not really about what you want here though, James," she replied, her brow furrowing. "I'm sorry that you were nervous and maybe didn't feel like yourself, but it's about more than just your demeanor." What the fuck was that supposed to mean? "We really shouldn't have gotten so sexual so soon either. I'm sorry, that was mainly on me. I wish we had kept it more PG. Maybe expectations wouldn't have been so high."

"Yeah, I'll say," I grumbled, turning away from her. I heard the car door open and turned back.

"Thank you for the ride, James," she said, and it seemed genuine. Though it also seemed like she was in a rush to get out of my car. "It was nice to meet you. I wish you the best." And before I have a chance to further argue my case, she stepped out of my car and headed inside, leaving me silently fuming. I drove home and just sat in my living room in the dark, scrolling furiously on my phone. Yes, through all of her social media. And yes, I made fake accounts so I could lurk in secret.

If I took a second to be rational, I would be able to admit that Sophia had actually been very kind in the way she broke things off. She was honest and polite. She was direct. She'd even insisted on paying for her own drink, which I now realize was because she had already decided that this wasn't going anywhere.

But I didn't do that. I instead became slowly more and more obsessed with her, checking her Instagram multiple times a day, getting pissed off if she looked happy or particularly sexy in the photos she posted. I started driving by her house, usually going a little bit out of my way, to relive the fury and humiliation of being rejected.

On my fourth drive through, I actually saw her out, walking down the sidewalk, probably from the bus stop down the block. My cock twitched just at the sight of her. It was dusk, and my windows are pretty darkly tinted, right up to the legal limit, so I don't think she saw me. That was when the wheels in my head started turning. This bitch teased me for weeks, making my cock hard, telling me that she wanted me to use her as my fuck toy. That she wanted me to own her tits, her cunt, her mouth, her ass. And then she ripped it out from under me. She didn't say it outright, but I bet it's because she's a stuck-up bitch who thought she was out of my league. She needed to be taught a lesson.

That lesson required a lot of preparation. I needed supplies, and I needed information. I obviously didn't want to get caught, so I needed to learn everything I could to avoid interruption or detection. Her immediate relationships, her schedule, any little habits I could exploit. After several weeks, I was ready to act. I purchased all of the...tools that I would need. She posted another photo of her looking undeniably fuckable, which I normally would have jerked off to in a fit of rage. But tonight, I knew I needed to save it.

I had driven by earlier in the night to make sure that she was going to be home, and was surprised to see another car in her driveway. If I squinted, I could see her in her living room, with a man. I could tell that they were making out pretty heavily, and I felt the anger in the pit of my stomach begin to boil up. So she'll whore herself out to any other man I guess. This put a serious snag in my plan, and I cursed myself for not anticipating it. To my delight though, they never made it to her bedroom, and I saw him walk out of her place about thirty minutes later and drive off. When I saw her begin her nighttime routine, I knew it was safe to go home and proceed as planned.

One of the benefits of living in a safe neighborhood is that on a cool autumn night, you can leave your window open and let the breeze wash over you while you drift off to sleep. Unfortunately for Sophia, this left a very easy access point into her home. Again, it was a safe neighborhood, so usually that wouldn't be a problem. But I had been tailing Sophia for weeks, learning her habits, memorizing her schedule. I'd been stealing peeks at her while she changed in her bedroom, while she walked to check her mailbox, her gigantic tits wobbling more than usual, indicating she wasn't wearing a bra. I watched her leave her bedroom window slightly ajar when the nighttime temperature dropped below 65℉.

Tonight was such a night, and sure enough, when I crept into her yard I was greeted by that open window, practically inviting me inside to take what was rightfully mine. I pumped my fist quietly in my excitement and then peered carefully through the glass. She was definitely asleep, and I could even hear the soft, steady breathing. I slowly slid the window all the way open, lifting myself inside. I checked to make sure she hadn't stirred and then reach back out to pull in my duffle bag of supplies.

Another kink that Sophia told me about was somnophilia. She liked the idea of being touched, and even fucked, in her sleep. She emphasized that she was a very heavy sleeper, and thus, was the perfect candidate for such play. I was basically doing her a favor. Although the way she described it, she was more interested in a lover waking up next to her and ravishing her sleeping form in the middle of the night. What I had planned for her was significantly less romantic, but I think she would still appreciate it. Not that she would have much of a choice.

I quietly closed and locked the window behind me, made sure the curtains were fully drawn, and turned to let my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. I was vaguely familiar with the layout of her bedroom and parts of her house from my reconnaissance. I would come by in the middle of the night when I knew she was out of town to look through her windows. I crept over to the side of her bed and took in her sleeping form. She turned slightly and the covers dropped down a bit, revealing her naked tits. My cock sprang to life. She's sleeping naked with her window open. This slut is practically begging for it.

I adjusted myself in my pants and then got down to work, unloading the first items I needed to kick things off: a few coils of rope, some leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a ball gag. I decided to start with her hands, tiptoeing from one side of the bed to the other to encase her wrists in the cuffs, tightening them slowly so as to not disturb the sleeping slut. I looped a length of rope through the cuffs' rings and around a pole on her headboard and watched Sophia's face for any signs of waking as I pulled it taut, raising her arms above her head. She wasn't kidding about being a heavy sleeper. I planned to restrain her further, but those exposed nipples called to me. I needed to feel them, to taste them. They hardened slightly from the cool air of the room. I knelt over and gave one a tentative kiss. When she still didn't wake, I felt bolder and sucked the little bud into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. She had also mentioned her overly sensitive nipples, which turned out to be true as well. She moaned softly in her sleep, arching her back and pressing her tit into my mouth even more, but her eyes stayed closed, so I reached over and rolled her other nipple between my fingers. Her legs shifted under the bed, and I froze, waiting to see if the jig was up. She settled again, and I got back to work. There would be plenty of time to explore.

Next step was restraining her legs, so I gently removed the rest of her covers and added cuffs to each ankle, cinching them to the corners of the bed frame, spreading them wide until her pussy was visible. Over the course of the last few weeks, in my anger, I convinced myself that she wasn't really that hot, that I was well in her league, and that she was too full of herself. But now, looking down at her vulnerable, splayed out body, I knew that wasn't true. It couldn't be denied that she was exquisite. Her face was still pretty, even while dead asleep. The soft curves of her hips, her breasts, her tummy. Her thighs were round and thick, but you could see the muscle tone she had developed clearly. The

pièce de resistance

was her cunt, which was so perfect, it almost felt wrong to call it a cunt. Almost. Her inner labia were not visible, just two plump lips, waxed smooth, and slightly parted due to her restraints. I could see the faintest sheen of moisture peeking out of her slit, and I wondered if she was having a sex dream, or if she had touched herself before going to bed. Or perhaps it was simply from my brief attention to her nipples. My dick was aching just at the thought.

I devoured her with my eyes, in awe that I had managed to truss her up so effectively. I was going to do all of the things she'd asked me to do, whether she still wanted me to or not. Along with many ideas of my own. She was mine now. I placed the blindfold over her eyes so that she could not see that it was me. I brought a ski mask with me as well, because I knew at some point I would want to see the anguish and conflict in her eyes as I used her body against her will. But that would be for later.

The last touch was a gag to keep her quiet. I knew it had to be last, because it was the most likely thing to wake her. And I wanted her to be totally helpless by the time she woke up to her predicament. I reached for the red ball gag I had set out when I spy her dirty laundry hamper in the corner of the room. I smirk to myself, and go over to it, pulling what looks like the last pair of panties she had been wearing off the top. A cursory look at the crotch revealed a still damp patch with the remnants of pussy juice clinging to the fabric. My face grew hot, because I knew that it had been elicited by some random guy earlier. A guy she was happy to invite in. A guy who had undoubtedly made her squirm and her cunt drip. My anger with her was renewed, and I went into my bag to pull out a roll of tape. The ball gag could wait, and I would use it on her, because I knew she would look like such a perfect little fuck doll with her plush lips tight around it. But I wanted her to wake up tasting her cunt juice. A taste she had so readily denied me of.

I bring the panties and the tape back over to her bedside with me. My dick is practically bursting through my jeans, knowing that I won't have to be quiet or gentle anymore. No, from here on out, I could use her however I wanted. She was fully at my mercy, and she didn't even know it yet. I balled up her panties, making sure that the wetness was facing out so she was sure to taste it. Without ceremony, and with more force than anything else I'd done to her tonight (so far), I shoved them past her slightly parted lips, making sure they were stuffed all the way in before loudly ripping off a few lengths of duct tape and sealing her mouth up.

Immediately she starts to stir, and I watch her come to the realization that she can't see, speak, or move. She seems especially upset at the fact that she can't close her legs, which brings another smile to my face. I flip a lamp on so that I can see her thrash around better. She screams into her gag, but it is mostly muffled. I can clearly hear her little whimpers as she tests her bonds. I think I can even tell when she realizes what the taste in her mouth is. Her hips are bucking up in her efforts to free herself, but it looks more to me like she's enthusiastically offering her pussy up to me.

"Remarkable how much you slept through, slut. I was so sure you would wake up at any moment, but you made it too easy for me. You were even naked already, just waiting to be touched." She starts screaming again, and yelling what I'm assuming are profanities, but I can't make heads or tails of any of it. I go to sit next to her on her bed, so that she can physically feel my presence. She yelps when the bed shifts under me and she tries desperately to squirm away when she feels my hand start to trace up her leg, hovering over her spread pussy before continuing up her torso.

"Can you taste your slutty cunt's juices in your mouth, Sophia? That guy must have really gotten you worked up earlier." I tweak one nipple at a time and then grab a tit in each of my hands, giving them a firm squeeze. Sophia lets out a sob, either from the sensation, or from the realization that I had been watching her. "I wanted you to be reminded of what a horny bitch you are while I use you tonight." I can feel her quivering now, and see a few tears escape beneath the mask. It only makes my dick harder.

"As you may have noticed, I have you pretty helpless right now. I'm in control, and I plan to use you however I like. If you're a good girl, you may even have some fun too." My hand continues its ascent up her body, stopping at her throat. I don't choke her, but I grasp it firmly. She tenses up immediately, and I can't help but chuckle. "But understand. Any pleasure you might feel is merely ancillary or given to humiliate you and remind you of what a wanton whore you are. I'm here to use you for my pleasure tonight. And if you please me, then you will have nothing to worry about."

I let go of her throat and stand up so I can step out of my pants. My cock is ready to tear through my boxers, but I need to taunt my new toy a little longer before the fun really begins. I climb on top of Sophia and straddle her torso, leaning down so she can feel my hard cock pressing into her soft tummy. She shudders and I grab her face, squeezing her cheeks to hold her head still.

"I'm not going to promise not to hurt you, because...well I do plan to hurt you. Only in ways that will make my dick hard. I do promise not to seriously harm you. But I own this sweet little body now, so if I feel like making it hurt, I can make it hurt. And when you earn the right to speak again, you're going to thank me for it." More tears stream down her cheeks from under the blindfold, and I kiss them, relishing the taste of her fear and misery. I sit up and slap both of her tits a few times to punctuate my point. She squeals and writhes under me. Her tits sway and undulate lewdly, and I can see redness already spreading over the delicate skin.

"No wonder you're such a fucking slut, with tits this big, You probably can't help it, can you, cunt?" I grab a nipple in each hand and start pulling and twisting them, using them to jiggle her boobs around. She screams into her gag again, but I don't relent. "These big tits need to be punished, to remind you that you're a fuck toy. They're going to get lots of attention tonight, don't you worry, my little pet." I slap them each again, aiming for her sensitive nipples this time.

"Now it's time for me to inspect this little pussy. As its new owner, I need to make sure it's acceptable to receive my cock, among other things." Sophia is whimpering and shaking her head now, and it almost looks like she's trying to entice me back to her tits again.

"What's wrong, angel? You want me to play with those titties some more? You're really shaking them for me. It didn't seem like you liked it that much before. You want me to leave your cunt alone and give them some more attention?" She nods slowly, whimpering again. "Then you must really not want me in your pussy. So, unfortunately for you, now I

have

to see what's going on in there. Oh, now I see why the sudden change of heart." I barely graze my fingertips against her slit, and I can feel her arousal just seeping out, coating her pussy lips and dripping down onto the bed. "You've soaked your sheets with how turned on you are, slut!" I admonish her, and I can see her cheeks and her chest flush pink.

"Oh, were you embarrassed at how wet you've gotten from being made into my personal fuck doll?" I ask patronizingly. Sophia nods, and I hear another sob through the gag. I lean back over and kiss her taped mouth tenderly. "God, you are such a perfect little fuck toy. I can't wait anymore, I need to be inside that weepy little cunt," I whisper right into her ear before biting down on the lobe. I hear a sharp exhale through her nose and she shakes her head profusely. Her legs are straining against her bonds, desperate to close. I climb off the bed and stand next to her, drinking in the sight of her helplessness. "I love watching you thrash around, slut, pretending that you don't want me to use you." I dip two fingers between her barely parted pussy lips and pull them back, taking with me a long, clear string of her arousal. "Your cunt tells a different story." I breathe in her intoxicating scent from my fingers before taking my first taste of her.

"That is one sweet tasting cunt, Sophia. Though I'm sure you already knew that, from those soaked panties in your mouth. And you've probably sucked that cunt juice off of plenty of cocks, haven't you?" She's stopped thrashing around so much and is looking more resigned to her fate. I slap my hand down a few times between her parted legs, which causes her to jolt back to attention. More feeble cries through her gag while her legs twist to try and avoid my hand. It's too early in the night for her to give up. There's so much more anguish and agony to inflict.