Kinktober: Day 2
Trick or Treat
Bay!Raph x fem!reader
Bondage + subspace + masks
Warnings: pre-established relationship, intense roleplay, slight kidnapping, bondage, subspace, a Halloween mask (you can pick your favorite), choking, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), spelling mistakes, PURE SMUT
Deep breath in… deep breath out…
You could handle this. Totally.
Your awful vampire costume is in shreds on the floor, the blood red ropes your captor had now adorned your body. He was methodical, wrapping and tying it in a harness on your chest. Then he tied your arms together and looped them above to the ceiling on what had to be a pipe.
Nothing out of the ordinary, just being kidnapped from your friends Halloween party by a giant masked monster.
You went out on her balcony for some fresh air and were snagged before you could even think to scream. Totally okay.
You had no idea where you were, but you were certain it was some kind of abandoned building. It was dark and damp and the only light was a warm candle in the corner in the room in front of you.
With a hard tug, the ropes pulled taut and your body moved off the floor. Due to some unseen part on his end, you were cradled perfectly in the air, your heels slipped from your feet and hit the concrete floor.
The monster moved to your side, gently running his fingers along the rope, methodically checking it against your skin. He was huge, giant scaled shoulders with biceps that were bigger than your head. He wore only a pair of gray sweatpants low on his hips and a cheap Halloween mask. You’re not sure which murder movie this one is from, but it’s turning you the fuck on.
He grabs your leg, raising it up and exposing your lace covered pussy to him. He hummed softly but still said nothing. The candlelight danced off him, he was truly something to be hold. And he was all yours-
You shook your head, breathing deeply to stay in the moment. You didn’t spend all month working toward this to fuck it up mid scene. You wanted to see this play out.
He stopped, hands on your other thigh, preparing to tie it up the same way. You couldn’t see his expression, but he gently massaged your thigh for a moment.
You gave a slight nod and he returned to his task. Once you were completely stuck in the air, his hands started to wander. They pinched your sides, rubbed at the sides of your breasts, palmed your ass, anywhere he could touch, he did.
“What…” Your voice was hoarse from screaming. “What are you going to do to me?”
He scoffed. “Whatever the fuck I want,”
Heat flushed through you, his voice was muffled and gruff and sent tingles to your thighs. Instinctively you tried to push your thighs together, but that only resulted in your wiggling in the cold air of the room.
He tilted his head at you. “Ya like the thought of that?” He laughed at you and it sent more tingles through your body. “Of me taking whatever the hell I want from you?” He hooked a finger in the red harness on your chest and tugged you forward. The mask inches from your face, it pushed your chest out, making your leg muscles protest. “And ya wanna know the best part? You can’t do shit about it, you’re mine tonight. All. Mine.”
You thumped back against the ropes, chest heaving. His hands massaged your collarbones, then down to your breasts. He roughly pulled at your nipples, making them peak and read.
“Hmm,” He pulled his hand back and slapped the large mound. You stifled a moan, not expecting the shock of pain or pleasure that came from that. He repeated the motion three more times until your boob was red and throbbing in pain, then he did the same to the other one.
You moaned softly into the empty room, letting yourself get lost in the sensations.
“You like that?” He teased, gripping your hips and massaging it roughly. “Your body certainly does, it’s like you’ve done this before,” An amused tint lifts his voice. “Have ya? Are ya secretly a kinky one?” He chuckled to himself. “Of course you are, why else would you be dripping for me if you weren’t a slutty little freak,”
Your face was bright red, matching the red on your tits. Wow was this working for you. You swallowed roughly, shaking your head. “No, I’m not, I don’t like this,” Your voice was weak and even you could hear the lie in your words.
“Oh, yer not?” You shook your head again.
He stepped between your thighs, jutting his hand in your panties and feeling around your, very wet, pussy.
“Oh!” Your body tenses at the contact, you bite your lip to keep your noises down.
“What were ya just sayin’?” He mocked, titling his head at you and clicking his tongue. “Seems like she’s enjoying herself,” He messily smears your wetness, then focuses his efforts on your swollen clit.
“No, no you’re wrong-” Your voice pitches when he slips his thick finger easily into your sopping cunt. You buck, as much as you can, against the ropes and moan out into the cold room.
“I really don’t think I am,” He mocked, rocking his hand hard against your center. He palm smacks your clit with every thrust and the wet sound is humiliating in the enclosed space.
His free hand juts out and grabs your throat, you lock eyes with the mask, staring into those big black orbs as he squeezes the side of your throat. You feel your eyes roll back into your head, that familiar rush of endorphins flooding your system, making you relax in his hold.
“That’s it, just let me take over, you’re mine,” His words send heat throughout you, making you bite your lip, you nod. Keeping your head steady, he continues to finger your dripping cunt, which is quite literally, making a mess on the floor.
Your stomach starts to tighten, body going taught in the harness, moans choked against his hold. He presses his finger as far as it can go into your pussy, then simply stops.
You whine, trying to roll your hips.
“No, stop,” He takes his hand off your throat to smack the side of your ass. “You get to cum when I say, and I didn’t fucking say,”
You nod, taking your deep breaths again, after a few moments, he starts to move his hand again. And just when you get close, he stops, leaving you right on the edge and giving you nothing. Tears stream down your face, but you trust in him, you’re his to use and he hasn’t given you permission to cum yet.
“Good girl,” He says, his thumb makes slow circles on your clit while his finger remains lodged inside you. “See you know who this pussy belongs to, don’t you?”
You nod, cheeks wet from tears. Your voice is hoarse and low. “Yours. It’s yours,”
“Good,” He smacks your ass again, but softer. “Good girl, you can be good,”
“Good enough to cum?” You whisper into the space between you two.
“You wanna cum?” He taunts, stopping his hand.
You nod aggressively, swaying in the harness.
“Then beg for it,”
You lick your lips. “Please, please let me cum, I’ve been so good, I’ve done everything that you’ve asked. Please, please I need it, I’ll do anything, I promise,”
“Yeah?” He tortuously pulls his finger back then pushes it back in, the slow speed making your head spin.
“I need you, please, I need you to make me cum, I can’t do it without you, you own me and I need you to make me cum,” You cry out when he removes his finger from you, but moan loud when he drops to his knees, chucks off his mask and suctions his mouth to your swollen mound over the lace panties.
It’s like lightning to your body, you go taught in the ropes, moaning as tears stream down your face. That familiar bands start to pull and you try to roll your hips into his face.
“Please, please,” You beg in a barely there whisper, inhaling shakily. He licks at your slit, drinking up every drop before circling your clit and sucking it hard.
His teeth bite into your clit and sparks ignite behind your eyes, you buck and scream against him, the ropes digging into your skin, sure to leave bruises tomorrow. Your head falls back, looking at the old dusty ceiling above as he slowly licks over your pussy, bringing you down slowly.
You tremble and shake every time he nudges your clit, but his hands are steady and firm on your thighs, the only thing currently grounding you. When your body finally sags against the ropes, he stands, tugging on one of the ropes and picking you up in his strong arms.
He carries you over to a cot you hadn’t seen and sets you to straddle his lap. His hands massage your shoulders and arms as he helps bring you down.
Your head rests on his shoulder, trying to get your breathing under control. Gently, his hand cups the back of your head, pulling you back to meet his green eyes.
“You alright, baby doll?” Your boyfriend asks in that soft voice. You smile and kiss the corner of his mouth.
“Very good,” You chuckle breathlessly. “We should roleplay more often,”
He smirks down at you. “We’re just taking a little break, baby doll, we ain’t done yet,”
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