Highest quality sheets over a luxury California king mattress nestled in a custom bed frame. Beautiful, dreamy curtains decorating gorgeous bay windows that I know she loves. Quirky little touches here and there, a vintage lamp, a cedar wood drawer set, all chosen meticulously to match her style and preference.
It was only missing one final touch. Her.
And now she’s finally here.
She’s finally mine.
The thought thrums through my veins like a drug, soothing every ragged edge of my obsession.
She tied delicately to the bed, wrists bound in silk scarves (no rough rope for my darling, never for her), her breath coming in shaky little gasps. Her eyes are wide, glistening with tears, but I know she’ll understand soon. I’ll make her understand.
"Shhh, sweetheart," I murmur, stroking her cheek. She flinches, but I don’t mind. She just needs time. "I’ve waited so long for this. You have no idea. But you’re finally here, finally mine. You have no idea how good I’m going to make you feel."
Her breathing is quick, panicked. “Stop, please—”
I grin, trailing a fingertip down her bare arm. Her skin prickles under my touch, and I shiver at the reaction. “Shh, sweetheart. I’ve got you now. You don’t have to be scared.”
She whimpers, twisting her hips, trying to pull away, even though the restraints won’t let her. It’s adorable. She’s so alive, so reactive, so present.
I lean in, pressing my lips to the delicate skin of her throat and I hum against her, satisfied. “You smell so good,” I murmur, dragging my teeth lightly over her pulse. “Like home.”
She’s perfect. Every slope, every curve—memorized in my mind a thousand times, now finally under my hands.
Her breath hitches when my hand slides down, fingertips brushing over her ribs. I know she’s ticklish here, I’ve seen her laugh when her friends accidentally graze her side. But right now, she’s not laughing. She’s trembling.
“Please, stop—”
I don’t. Instead, I press my palm flat against her stomach, feeling the rapid rise and fall of it. “You’re so soft,” I whisper, sliding my hand higher, cupping the swell of her breast. She whines, arching, whether to escape or press into my touch, I’m not sure.
But I don’t care.
She gasps when my fingers finally, finally brush over her bare nipple. “See?” I murmur, circling the stiff peak lazily. “You like this. You’re getting wet for me already, don’t lie, darling. I can smell it.”
She shakes her head, but her body betrays her. I pinch lightly, just to hear her breath catch again, and then trail my fingers down.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers when I find her clit. I know how sensitive she is. I’ve watched her touch herself before, seen the way she bites her lip to keep quiet.
"There we go… that’s it. Just like that." Her clit is swollen already, so pretty, and when I flick it lightly, her back arches off the bed with a sob.
"Ah-ah, none of that," I chide, pinning her hips down. "You’re going to take it. You’re going to come for me, over and over, until you forget you ever resisted."
I rub faster, my fingers finding the perfect rhythm against her throbbing flesh. She moans, high and desperate, and I grin. "See? Your body adores me. It’s begging."
My thumb presses down in slow circles, relentless, and her legs jerk, trying to close, but I’m between them, holding her open. "No hiding, princess. I want to watch you fall apart."
I dip my fingers lower, gathering her slickness before dragging it back up, coating her clit in her own arousal. She shudders, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. I watch her face, how her lips part, how her lashes flutter. She’s fighting it. She doesn’t want to enjoy this. But I can see the truth in the way her thighs tremble, in the way her clit pulses under my touch.
Her breath catches, her back arching off the bed. "P-Please—" she gasps, and her desperate, ruined voice sends a thrill through me.
"Please what, my love?" I murmur, leaning in to lick a stripe up her neck. "Tell me. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want more?"
She doesn’t answer, biting her lip, but her body does, her hips rocking against my hand, chasing the pleasure she can’t resist. I chuckle darkly, increasing the pressure, rubbing faster now, relentless. "That’s it," I breathe. "Let go. I want to feel you come for me."
She sobs, her whole body tensing, and then she shatters. Her clit throbs under my fingers as she arches, her thighs trembling around my hand as waves of pleasure wrack her body. I don’t stop, dragging out every last pulse of her orgasm, whispering praise into her ear like a prayer.
When she finally collapses, limp and shuddering, I press a kiss to her forehead, stroking her hair.
"Oh, sweet thing," I sigh, watching her chest rise and fall in frantic little hiccups as she comes down from her first climax. "That was just a taste. You’ve never felt anything like me, have you? No one’s ever worshipped you like this."
My fingers glide through her slick, gathering it up, painting it back over her swollen clit. She whines, thighs trembling, but I don’t stop. Not when she’s this perfect. "Shh, don’t fight it. You’re beautiful like this, so wet, so desperate. I can feel how tight you are, how much your body aches for more."
I press two fingers inside her, crooking them just so, and her back arches off the bed with a sharp cry. "There it is," I murmur, kissing her trembling stomach. "That sweet spot no one else ever found. Bet you didn’t even know you could feel this good, did you?"
Her hips jerk, trying to escape the overwhelming pressure, but I hold her down, my thumb resuming its slow, torturous circles on her clit. "No, no, you don’t get to run. You’re going to take every second of this. Look at me."
Tears spill down her cheeks, but her pupils are blown wide, her lips parted in a silent plea. "That’s right," I croon. "See? You want this. Maybe your mind hasn’t caught up yet, but your body, fuck, your body belongs to me."
I scissor my fingers, stretching her, relishing the way her walls flutter around me. "You’re so small here," I tease. "So tight and untouched. No one’s ever filled you up like this, have they? No one’s ever ruined you so perfectly."
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as I curl my fingers again, rubbing that spot inside her with merciless precision. "You’re going to squirt for me, princess. I can feel it, your body’s so close, just dripping for me."
She shakes her head, a weak sob escaping her, but I laugh, low and dark. "Yes, you are. You can’t stop it. I’ll make you do it over and over until you beg for it."
I press harder, faster, my thumb a relentless counterpoint to the thrust of my fingers. "Come on, darling, let go."
Her scream rings out as her hips buck, her body seizing. A rush of warmth floods my hand, her thighs trembling violently as she soaks the sheets beneath her. "Good girl," I breathe, watching in awe. "Look at you, fuck, you’re perfect. No one’s ever made you feel like this, have they? No one but me."
She’s limp now, boneless and dazed, but I don’t stop.
Her body is still shuddering from squirting when I press my palm flat against her soaked cunt, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. "Aw, so sensitive," I coo, watching her hips twitch away instinctively. "But we've only just begun, pretty girl. You have no idea how much more pleasure I can pull from this perfect little body."
The first drag of my tongue along her swollen folds makes her gasp, a high, startled sound that turns into a moan halfway through. I savor it, the way her thighs tense but can't close, the way her fingers clutch uselessly at the silk restraints. "Mmm, you taste divine," I murmur against her, breathing her in. "All mine. Every drop."
I don't give her time to adjust. My tongue flicks over her clit in quick, relentless circles, and her back arches off the bed with a broken cry. "There we go," I purr, slipping two fingers back inside her with obscene ease. "Your body wants this. Look how easily you take me."
She's so tight, so hot, clenching around me like she's trying to pull me deeper. I chuckle, curling my fingers just right.
Her breath hitches, her thighs trembling as I speed up, my tongue never leaving her clit. "Come on, sweet girl, give it to me," I urge, my free hand pinning her hips down. "I want to feel you lose control again."
And she does.
Her orgasm crashes into her with a sob, her entire body seizing, her cunt fluttering around my fingers in the most beautiful rhythm. But I don't stop.
"Sh, shh," I soothe, even as my tongue laps at her oversensitive clit, even as my fingers continue to pump into her, dragging out every last shuddering wave. "It's okay, baby, just feel it."
She's crying, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, but her hips are still rocking weakly against my mouth, chasing the pleasure even as it borders on pain. "That's it," I praise, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. "You're made for this. Made for me."
I slide a third finger into her, stretching her even further, and her breath stutters, her eyes rolling back. "You can take it," I murmur, watching her face intently. "I know you can. You're so good for me."
Her next climax hits her like a train, her whole body jerking, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as she squirts again, soaking my hand, the sheets, everything. "Fuck, look at you," I groan, fascinated. "So messy. So perfect."
I lean down, licking a stripe up her trembling stomach, tasting salt and sweat and her. "You're ruined now," I whisper against her skin. "No one will ever make you feel like this but me."
She’s perfect like this.
Boneless, whimpering, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of what I gave her. Her skin is flushed, her lashes damp with tears, her lips parted in exhausted little gasps. I stroke her cheek, humming softly as I untie the silk scarves from her wrists, rubbing the faint pink marks with my thumbs.
"There we go," I murmur, pressing a kiss to each wrist. "See how good I take care of you? No one else would be this gentle."
She shivers when I lift her into my arms, her head lolling against my shoulder. I carry her to the bathroom—our bathroom, the one I designed just for her, with the deep soaking tub and the lavender-scented oils she loves. I turn on the hot water and let her go limp into my arms while the tub fills.
"Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?" I lower her into the water, my hands skimming over her hips, her waist, her chest, washing away the sweat and slick with a soft cloth. She tenses when my fingers brush between her thighs, still oversensitive, but I just chuckle, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Shh, I’m not going to tease you again."
I massage the shampoo into her hair, working out the knots with careful fingers, my voice low and soothing. "You did so well for me. Took everything I gave you. You’re mine now, you know that, right?"
She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t need to. I already know.
After the bath, I wrap her in a towel, drying her off with slow, deliberate strokes before slipping one of my shirts over her head, oversized, smelling like me, like us. I carry her back to the bed. Fresh sheets. Fresh blankets. A glass of water with a straw, held to her lips until she drinks.
"I’ll cook for you soon," I whisper, tucking her under the covers, brushing her hair from her face. "Your favorite meal. And then, when you’re ready, I’ll make you feel good again."
She whimpers, curling into herself, but I just smile, stroking her back in slow circles.
"Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll always take care of you."
satoru is obsessed with the idea and making you do things you wouldn’t do.
he likes the fact that you’re sweet and quiet and only save your giggles for him, but he also likes when you’re gagging on his dick with tears filled to the brim dripping out of your eyes with your hand in between your thighs.
his eyes glued to yours with mischief, his stomach swirling with butterflies because of how easy it is to get you to do things with him and him alone.
you and satoru are one and the same, both perverted freaks; the only difference is that you never explored it.
way too sweet and fragile before, not even realizing when satoru asked you to come study at his place it meant him being balls deep inside of your mouth giving you instructions.
you didn't even touch yourself alone; that’s when satoru knew he had a gem, his own personal doll to corrupt and bark orders to, knowing you would do them.
the first thing he did was have you sit in his lap while he showed you porn of women that looked exactly like you, talking you through the video while his hand slowly slid in between your thighs, rubbing you through the thin fabric you had on for panties.
“already that wet just from videos? "fuck, you’re cute.”
this was his own wet dream come to life, having you unexperienced, wet, and horny in his lap waiting for what came next.
the first thing he ever made you do was try to touch yourself while he watched, knowing you had no prior knowledge on how to do it, his eyes glued to your hand and how it trembled while your index and middle fingers made contact with your slick that coated your slit.
“there you go, you’re a pro already.”
a sly smirk on his face while he watched, saliva coating in his mouth and his palms getting sweaty watching.
as much as he wanted to swoop in and put his hand over yours guiding, watching felt better, naughtier, like a guilty pleasure. he wanted to see you ache and get frustrated with yourself because you couldn’t properly get yourself off.
the more this went on, the more stuff he started bringing to you.
“it’ll feel good, i promise. if it doesn't, you can slap me.”
before sliding in between your thighs and licking down your slit, gathering all your sweetness that coated his tongue and fingers that slipped into you.
gasping as time went on, his tongue flicking repeatedly on your clit and his fingers curved inside.
every time he put his hands on you, a wave of shame hit you, but still, you stayed, doing every naughty thing he wanted.
It's 4am, you're staying over at a friend's place with some other people after a long night out. As things wind down, you head into the extra room to get ready for bed, and it doesn't take you long to pass out once your head hits the pillow. Shortly after, someone else comes in looking for a spot to sleep, a guy you've been interested in for a while. He whispers out your name, and shakes you a bit trying to ask if he can share the bed with you. No response. He tries again, still nothing. Seeing as this is his only other option besides the hardwood floor in the living room, he finishes getting ready and slips into bed with you, trying one more time to wake you up and ask if it's okay, with no success.
After a while laying next to you, he starts thinking about turning over and wrapping his arm around you to get closer. He knows it's probably a bad idea, but you guys have been cuddly before, so it shouldn't be too much of a shock if you woke up, right? As he gets closer under the covers and brings his arm around you, he realizes you aren't wearing any clothes. He hesitates for a moment before leaning into it instead and embracing you, feeling your skin against his. It doesn't take long before his mind is racing with dirty thoughts, he feels himself starting to get hard pressed up against your ass and quickly backs up in case you feel it. You haven't moved since he got in bed with you though, and you're still softly snoring, so he figures maybe it wouldn't hurt to go a bit further.
He starts tracing his fingers over your body, seeing if you react. Nothing. You're still laying on your side facing away from him, so he slowly works his fingers in between your legs, pausing anytime you make a sound or move. They work their way up towards your pussy, closer and closer, until they're spreading you open to circle and probe the entrance. You let out a soft moan, causing him to stop for a moment and imagine what you could be dreaming about. Being touched, being played with, being used…it turns him on even more since you have no idea what's happening to you.
He keeps gently rubbing his finger in circles, adding a bit more pressure until you start to get wet. It covers his finger and makes it easy for him to slide it further up towards your clit. You shift again, another soft moan, so he holds his finger there until he can tell you're still asleep. Then he slowly starts to move, just enough to stimulate you, his finger tensing and releasing to make you feel a throbbing sensation under your clit. He slides his finger back down and starts to push it inside this time. You sleepily moan but he doesn't stop, he keeps going until his finger is all the way in, then he holds it there to see if you wake up.
A minute goes by, two minutes, nothing…so he starts to carefully rub inside you, following the textures with the pad of his fingertip. Over your ridges, along the folds, rocking back and forth and playing with the pressure to test how much he can get away with. Pulling it out, then slowly pushing back in, his fingers are fully exploring you, without you even knowing. He notices how wet you've gotten now between his other fingers, dripping down and spreading all over your thighs which are still sandwiching his hand. It feels so hot all over down there, and he starts to think about how much he wants to shove his cock into you, if you would wake up or not, if he even cares if you do anymore. Your body clearly wants this, it wants to be fucked, it wants to be used.
He pulls his finger out slowly and reaches down to touch himself, covering the end of his shaft with your juices so he can slide in easily. The tip moves to the back of your thighs, and slowly starts to slide between them, towards your now wet and messy cunt. He starts to push inside…causing you to shift your leg a bit and softly moan, and he resists the urge to slam the rest of the way in to make sure you're still asleep instead. It feels so good to slowly push into you, feeling you squeeze around him, as he imagines you dreaming about being fucked while he fills you up. You start to moan more, causing him to stop and wait several more times until he's all the way in, and he holds it there so you can feel his cock twitch and throb inside you.
After a while he starts to move in and out slowly, your moans get a bit louder and happen more often, but that doesn't stop him anymore. He knows you're about to wake up, but it feels too good to stop, and you won't be able to resist in your sleepy daze. He reaches around and covers your mouth one hand, while the other arm wraps around your neck and pulls you against him. He starts to pound into you faster, feeling you start to push back with every thrust as you wake up like a needy little slut who wants more. You don't even know what's happening yet but you want to cum so bad, it's all you were dreaming about and now it's all you're thinking about, isn't it?
He takes his hand off your mouth and starts roughly groping your tits while he's fucking you. Then he reaches down to start rubbing your clit, lightly at first then adding a bit more pressure with every thrust until you finally tip over the edge, holding you tightly against him so he can feel your body squirming against his. As you're cumming, you finally realize the situation, and don't know if it's the fear or pleasure making it feel so good. Your body feels paralyzed and you want to struggle to get away, but at the same time you love everything about it. You have no idea whose hands are all over your body, whose cock is sliding in and out of your pussy, but you're squeezing around it and pulling it back in anyway because it feels so good. You don't want it to stop.
He keeps fucking you with the same rhythm, giving you no breaks, until all you can focus on is the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you, over and over until your mind goes blank. Your body is moving on its own now, you're curving your back and grinding your ass back against him so he can hit the perfect spot. You don't care anymore, and you have no choice now but to be a good girl and lay there, letting him use you for as long as he wants. That's exactly what you want too though, you're just an obedient little fuckdoll that craves being used.
Over time you hear his breath and moans start to build up by your ear, turning almost feral. He pulls your hips against him with one hand as he pushes in as deep as he can go, causing you to snap out of your trance and let out a cute little yelp from the pain. The other hand wraps around your throat and tightens, and you let out a muffled groan of satisfaction as you feel him throb and pulse inside you again. You feel him start to fill you up from deep inside, and the warmth spreads as he slowly starts to pull out. You feel his cum dripping down your thigh, onto the bed, but you just lay there silently and wait, processing what just happened. Part of you doesn't want to know who it was, and he takes the silence as a chance to grab his clothes and sneak out of the room before being confronted.
The next morning things seem normal to everyone else, but you know one of the guys there used you. You glance around at everyone while they're talking and try to see if you can tell who's guilty, who glances away the fastest or has the hardest time maintaining eye contact. As you look around, the thought of each of them inside you runs through your head. You lock eyes with the guy you're interested in, the one who did it, but you can't tell. Ultimately, you decide there's no way to know for sure, but you secretly hope that whoever it was will be there again next weekend.
Love feeling my cock get hard against your ass after I grab you by the neck from behind and start groping your tits. It turns me on so fucking much. Like do I just bend you over the nearest counter, pull whatever you're wearing down around your thighs, and just fucking take you right there? Or do I take my time teasing you? Pulling your shirt up and making you suck on my fingers while your tits are out and my cock is throbbing against your ass. Mmm, I need you to make a mess out of my fingers so I can rub it all over your nipples before turning you around and pushing you back into the counter. Fuck, well now I have you against the counter, tits out, drool all over your nipples and my fingers... Do I grab your hand and move it down to my cock so you can feel how much I throb for you while we make out? Or do I just pull all your clothes off and put you on the counter? Mmm, your legs spread wide open, just waiting for whatever I do next. Do I kiss my way up your thighs and split your pussy open with my tongue? Just licking and sucking on your clit until you cum all over my face. Or do I slip my fingers inside you and grab you by the neck with my other hand? Just holding you there by your neck, relentlessly fingering you until I force you to cum all over my fingers. Mmm, so many decisions. So many ways to fuck you. So many ways to make you cum.
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