summary: you agreed to play one of the dirty little games your boyfriend loved, but you stumbled upon something you didn't expect.
warnings: established relationship!, consent between both parties (roleplay), "the man" is rafe, abuse of strength, rough sex, kidnapping fetish, suggestive language
a/n: alr, quick disclaimer, everything is conscious! reader loves pleasing rafe and rafe loves toying w reader, so there's not non-con. If you don't like this type of reading or roleplay, don't share bad comments; keep it. Jus rafe scaring reader a little. Happy Halloween!!!
A loud clap of thunder made your hair stand on end; it sounded as if it had struck just a few miles from your house. The night was heavy, rain had taken over the streets and flooded them, as did the surrounding thunder that echoed as the rain pounded hard on the windows.
You continued typing on your computer, distracting yourself from the fact that your hair was still standing on end, but loud banging on the front door made you stop. It echoed through your room, so loud that your heart began to race.
You left your room, determined to find out what was causing the loud banging. You turned on the outside light, illuminating the entrance, and looked through the small peephole that allowed you to see the other side of the door, but there was nothing there.
You sighed and returned to the stairs, but the loud banging returned, even louder. You frowned in distress, returned to the door, and looked through the peephole, but this time, there was something there. You quickly backed away when you saw the silhouette of a tall, burly man standing outside. Your pulse quickened even more.
Curiosity getting the better of you, you looked through the peephole again, but the man was no longer there; he had disappeared. Your feet went numb after standing on the cold floor for a while, so you returned to the stairs, this time without hearing the knocking on the door.
When you entered your room, the light was off, and only the dim moonlight illuminated a corner of your room. You looked around the room with determination, searching for something that might give you the answer as to why the light was off, since you hadn't turned anything off. But there was nothing that could satisfy your curiosity.
Downstairs, everything had been off from the beginning, but it seems like there is something else in the house; the television suddenly turns on. You turn on the lights in your room and go down to the living room, where the TV is. You quickly grab the remote control and turn it off. You leave the remote on the coffee table and go back upstairs, but you stop dead in your tracks.
You feel as if something is piercing your body, as if a thousand needles are piercing your neck. You tilt your head, instinctively looking down the hallway leading to the kitchen, and with your heart in your mouth, all the blood drains from your face, leaving you cold.
The man who was at the door is now standing in that dark hallway, immersed in a silence that is only broken by the sound of rain hitting the house.
You realize that you are the target of a predator, alone in the dark, with no one to save you… You grab the stair railing and quickly climb the steps. The man is quick and follows you cautiously, watching you flee.
When you finally reach the top floor, you run to your room, pushing the door toward the frame so you can close it, but something seems to prevent you from doing so. The man resisted your door, preventing you from closing it, and pushed it sharply toward you, knocking you to the floor with his strength.
The palms of your hands hit the cold floor with a thud, causing you pain. You moved around on the floor, sore from the sudden fall. You looked at the man and swallowed hard when you saw how big and burly he was, so immensely larger than you, lying curled up on the floor.
“You're not going that far, are you?” the man asked. His voice was rough and hoarse, making you tremble from head to toe. You began to back away across the floor, while the man stepped on your heels, closing in on you. Until you couldn't back away any further, your back hit the hard, cold wall. The man kneels down, his body inches away from yours, and removes his hood, revealing his face.
Your body reacts differently, your thighs tense, and your pussy feels empty. “Sweet little thing…” He licks his lower lip, watching you cautiously as your thighs close, creating pressure in your belly and pelvis.
He moves closer, his strong scent of cologne and cigarettes invading your nostrils, making you tremble. Your hands clench into fists, holding back the urge to put them on him. You control yourself and sigh. “Are you scared, baby?” You shake your head as you watch him clench his hands, his knuckles white from the pressure.
“Then why are you trembling? scared like a little bunny?” You gasp, pressing your lips into a thin line. The man knows you're afraid; he can tell, he can smell it.
Slowly, he runs his rough fingers through your hair, smoothing out the tangled strands that have stuck to the wall. Your breath catches, your heart pounds, you feel the pulse in your throat. You lock your gaze with his, begging him to be careful, squirming in your spot.
Trying to escape his gaze, you searched for your phone, but it wasn't near you. He noticed you were looking for something. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked, looking you in the eyes, waiting for your answer. You didn't say anything; you were too nervous to speak. “You're not going to talk, huh?” he rasped, a small gasp in his throat.
Inside, your own body felt different, responding as if against your will, with butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and then an electric wave ran through your narrow core. He stared right where your tight shorts hugged your covered pussy, watching as the divide between them pressed against your folds. With a gentle touch, he placed his hand between your knees, slowly and carefully spreading them apart. “Look, you're not really scared.”
You let him open them completely, allowing him to see your covered center better, and you felt how you were already radiating heat from down there. He tried to touch it, but he wanted to tease you a little. “You don't want me to go there, do you?” he smiled smugly, watching you swallow hard, sweat dripping down your neck. “Talk,” he demanded, as his fingers barely grazed your center, teasing you.
A moan caught in your throat, but he heard it perfectly. “Come on, use your good girl words,” he snapped, and with that, he pressed two fingers against your covered folds. You squirmed, opening your legs wider. “Oh… Christ,” you whispered, letting your hot breath slip out through your mouth.
He smiled, enjoying how you were already melting, opening up for him. A tingling sensation ran down your spine to your core, making you tremble. His fingers brushed your center, pressing right where your entrance was, pushing a finger over it. He groaned through clenched teeth, his chest rising and falling. “Would you take them off f'me?” he whispered, his hot voice right in front of you. His body was burning; the mere sight of you melting made him hard.
With trembling fingers, you nodded as you touched the hem of your tight shorts. He watched as you obeyed and did as he asked. He stared at you as you slowly removed your shorts, leaving you in just your underwear. “Good,” he whispered, noticing how your panties had a wet spot right where they covered your folds.
He smiled cockily, knowing you were already wet. You blushed, your cheeks burning, knowing full well that he had noticed how wet you were.
It didn't take long for you to let him take care of you, gently rubbing the tip of his cock over your covered pussy. Pushing his length toward your entrance, your panties were just a barrier to him penetrating you completely. Moans escaped your mouth, breathless, as you dug your nails into his shoulders. “Like this?” he whispered in your ear and then brutally pushed his member deeper inside you, your panties now inside you. “Or like this…?”
A dry gasp escaped your throat, your hot breath brushing against his neck. “Fuck…” you whispered, a moan echoing in his ear. “Stay still, baby,” he began to thrust inside you, arching your back as he quickened his movements.
With desperation, he grunted through clenched teeth, yanking your panties off, tearing the thin fabric, grabbing you roughly by the waist, and forcing you to rest your back on the floor. You gasped as your back hit the hard floor, and he forcefully penetrated you completely, pushing his glans deep into your center, his thrusts grotesque and ruthless.
He growled when he saw you whimpering, your hand cupped over your open mouth, suppressing the obscene sounds. “Take your hand off your mouth, wanna hear your screams,” his raspy voice made you squeeze it tighter. You removed your hand and released your hot breath, as the high-pitched, scandalous sounds came out of your mouth.
The tip of his cock was hitting your sensitive spot hard, while he stretched you, his movements fast and constant at a pace that was bringing you to the brink of collapse. Your body felt ecstatic, your nipples erect from the cold, and with each thrust, your hair stood on end, arching your back.
You placed your hands on the man's wrists, squeezing them tightly, letting him know that he was abusing his strength against your weak body. “Can't handle it?” he teased as he thrust slowly into you. You shook your head as you bit your lower lip. “I-it's too much…” you whispered. He smiled devilishly, “And we haven't even gotten to the best part yet…” his thick voice brushed against your neck, making the hairs on that area stand on end.
He wasn't wrong. His cock buried itself deep inside you, his cum dripping inside you, as he took your legs and lifted them up, making sure every drop of his cum didn't spill out of your pussy. He enjoyed watching you whimper, moan, and scream from the painful pleasure he was inflicting on your sore pussy. “Until I have nothing left, sweetheart,” he whispered, letting you know the night was going to be very long...
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