[CNC] Bed for sale
Warning: Might be triggering for some. Everything described was consensual between participants.
You answered the door in your robe and judging by your wet hair, how it clung to you tightly and how you almost defensively placed an arm over your chest to prevent your cleavage from showing, you were naked beneath it. My gaze swept over you and all I wanted to do was to tear that robe off, instead I smiled warmly and told you that I was the guy you'd been texting with about the bed and that I was here to see it. Was now a bad time? I could read from your face that you were a bit uncomfortable doing this right now, but you were clearly to nice to turn me away and instead forced a smile and invited me in. This common decency, and peoples failure to comprehend of anyone capable of abusing it to extremes, is usually what gives me my edge.
I followed you downstairs to your basement while we went through the routine of idle small talk between strangers, how bad the weather was, how the pandemic screwed up the world, etc. You stopped next to the bed and in an attempt to be charming you made a big flourish and proclaimed dramatically that this was the bed for sale, while not being able to contain a little laugh at your own silliness. I forced myself to smile as if I appreciated it, but the only thing I appreciated right then was that I'd caught a glimpse of one of your supple breasts as your did so. I think you sensed where my attentions was because you shivered a bit and made sure your robe was closed around you.
My smile vanished and I let my gaze drill into yours. You instinctively looked away and crossed your arms in front of you defensively. I love seeing my prey come to the realization that something is terribly wrong without being able to tell exactly what. "There's just one problem" I said, coolly. You looked up at me, your eyes confused. I stepped closer to you. You tried to step back but hit the wall instead, so you cowered there not meeting my gaze anymore. I towered over you as I stepped in close, took a deep breath to draw in the scent of you, mostly your soap. Before you gathered your courage to speak I continued "You've invited a stranger into your home, wearing that and expecting there to be no consequences?". You started to protest "No I-" but a slap to your cheek cut you off and you kept your head turned to the side while placing a hand on your smarting cheek and whimpering softly. "Don't speak." I said in a voice that brokered no argument. "I don't need you to speak, I will teach you what happens. If you don't fight me..." I let the hand that slapped you slowly caress you starting at your neck and gliding down, opening your robe "... you might even enjoy this." my hand caressed your breast now, fingers finding you nipple and playing with it, eliciting more whimpers from you. "Resist me though..." I pinched it roughly while continuing "...and you will regret it!" You groaned loudly from having your nipple tortured like that and I cracked a genuine smile at the glory of your pain!
I released your aching nipple and let my hand continue it's journey down, separating your robe and exposing you to me while caressing your soft skin. In my other hand I gently, almost lovingly, cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to look at me. "Will you resist me?" I asked and your voice trembled when you pleadingly said "Please... don't..." I felt the small, carefully kept, patch of hair you had over your slit brush against my fingers and knew I was getting close to my goal. Your looked turned even more pleading and you shivered when my fingers touched your clit on their way down. I smiled when they met what could not be described as anything other than a completely soaked pussy, I'd be surprised if your juices hadn't started to run down your legs at that point. "Don't?" I repeated your words back at you mockingly. "Your other lips sure seems to say something different!" You squeezed your eyes shut and breathed a last desperate "Please!".
I'll leave what transpired next up to the readers fantasy. But I'll say this: You did not put up much of a fight, mostly only weak pleading and crying while I had my way with you. Just like you had said. As requested by you we spent a lot of time afterward on aftercare before I left you, used and happy.
You answered the door in your robe and judging by your wet hair, how it clung to you tightly and how you almost defensively placed an arm over your chest to prevent your cleavage from showing, you were naked beneath it. My gaze swept over you and all I wanted to do was to tear that robe off, instead I smiled warmly and told you that I was the guy you'd been texting with about the bed and that I was here to see it. Was now a bad time? I could read from your face that you were a bit uncomfortable doing this right now, but you were clearly to nice to turn me away and instead forced a smile and invited me in. This common decency, and peoples failure to comprehend of anyone capable of abusing it to extremes, is usually what gives me my edge.
I followed you downstairs to your basement while we went through the routine of idle small talk between strangers, how bad the weather was, how the pandemic screwed up the world, etc. You stopped next to the bed and in an attempt to be charming you made a big flourish and proclaimed dramatically that this was the bed for sale, while not being able to contain a little laugh at your own silliness. I forced myself to smile as if I appreciated it, but the only thing I appreciated right then was that I'd caught a glimpse of one of your supple breasts as your did so. I think you sensed where my attentions was because you shivered a bit and made sure your robe was closed around you.
My smile vanished and I let my gaze drill into yours. You instinctively looked away and crossed your arms in front of you defensively. I love seeing my prey come to the realization that something is terribly wrong without being able to tell exactly what. "There's just one problem" I said, coolly. You looked up at me, your eyes confused. I stepped closer to you. You tried to step back but hit the wall instead, so you cowered there not meeting my gaze anymore. I towered over you as I stepped in close, took a deep breath to draw in the scent of you, mostly your soap. Before you gathered your courage to speak I continued "You've invited a stranger into your home, wearing that and expecting there to be no consequences?". You started to protest "No I-" but a slap to your cheek cut you off and you kept your head turned to the side while placing a hand on your smarting cheek and whimpering softly. "Don't speak." I said in a voice that brokered no argument. "I don't need you to speak, I will teach you what happens. If you don't fight me..." I let the hand that slapped you slowly caress you starting at your neck and gliding down, opening your robe "... you might even enjoy this." my hand caressed your breast now, fingers finding you nipple and playing with it, eliciting more whimpers from you. "Resist me though..." I pinched it roughly while continuing "...and you will regret it!" You groaned loudly from having your nipple tortured like that and I cracked a genuine smile at the glory of your pain!
I released your aching nipple and let my hand continue it's journey down, separating your robe and exposing you to me while caressing your soft skin. In my other hand I gently, almost lovingly, cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to look at me. "Will you resist me?" I asked and your voice trembled when you pleadingly said "Please... don't..." I felt the small, carefully kept, patch of hair you had over your slit brush against my fingers and knew I was getting close to my goal. Your looked turned even more pleading and you shivered when my fingers touched your clit on their way down. I smiled when they met what could not be described as anything other than a completely soaked pussy, I'd be surprised if your juices hadn't started to run down your legs at that point. "Don't?" I repeated your words back at you mockingly. "Your other lips sure seems to say something different!" You squeezed your eyes shut and breathed a last desperate "Please!".
I'll leave what transpired next up to the readers fantasy. But I'll say this: You did not put up much of a fight, mostly only weak pleading and crying while I had my way with you. Just like you had said. As requested by you we spent a lot of time afterward on aftercare before I left you, used and happy.
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