After Work

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She came home late. Everyone was in bed. She checked on the children. She showered and made a quick bite to eat. Working evenings was new for her and she had forgotten to pack a lunch.

After some food, she headed downstairs. She saw her bedroom door was open just a bit and peaked in to check on her husband before some light reading and sleep of her own.

Peering into the dark room, she could only make out the shape of her husband laying there and the sound of his CPAP machine blowing.

After closing the bedroom door, she turns around and is found face to face with a man who is 6’2” and 271lbs in stature. The man is wearing some sort of military mask covering the lower half of his face, a pair of black gloves, and… an erection. Nothing else.

She takes a breath of air ready to scream but the man is too quick and has one hand over her mouth. She grabs at his thick wrist with both hands and she fights for breath and life. The man takes his other hand and grabs at something on his wrist, a zip tie maybe? And in one smooth motion, he pulls his hand off of her mouth, bringing her hands with his through the zip tie, tightens it, and covers her mouth again with his free hand.

Now he has her arms pinned above her, back against the bedroom door. As she stares at him in panic, she can feel him doing something above her head. She looks up and sees that he has secured the zip tie around her wrist to something hanging from the ceiling, freeing up his hand.

He stares deep into her eyes as he leans in close, closer, so close it seems he’s about to kiss her as his hard, pulsing girth presses into her belly, but rather grabs a strap of some sort off the bookshelf next to her. In another quick move, he removes his hand and wraps a ball gag around her face and head.

He then grabs the biggest knife she has ever seen, from where she’s not sure, and holds it up to the side of her face while wagging a finger back and forth. He slowly drags the knife down her cheek making sure the point nicks her skin to reveal one drop of swelled blood.

He then makes quick work of attaching her ankles to some other contraption holding her in place. Why hadn’t she thought about kicking until now? Why was she scared, and not at the same time?

He comes back up to face her with the knife again. He grabs her shirt by the collar and slowly cuts down the center, revealing her bra and belly. He takes the tip of the knife and presses the flat part of the cold steel against her sternum right between her breasts. One quick twist and pull and her bra flies open and her breasts sway for just a moment, nipples hard as diamonds.

The sight of her hard nipples make the tip of the mans cock throb and glisten one pearl of precum. As much as he wants to take her now, he must pace himself. He knows she’s scared and excited at the same time. The sweet release after the torture is over will be overwhelming for them both.

Back to the knife work, he grabs the waist of her pants and cuts from the center left side down her left leg. Then the same on her right leg, all the way down to the ankle. He takes her pants and tosses them aside. Looking back now at that haven of havens, he almost licks his lips as he knows what will soon be satiating his palate. He pulls her panties down exposing that sweet cleft between her legs. Once her panties are taught between her outstretched legs, again with the knife, again with tossing the clothing aside.

He comes back up to meet her gaze yet again. He presses that flat cold steel against her left nipple making her squeal at the coldness. He lowers his head to her right breast, nipple just within tongues reach. He pulls down his mask and opens his mouth just enough for her nipple to feel his breath. She arches her back on reflex pushing against the knife and almost placing her nipple in his mouth. He expected the reaction though and backed away instead of giving her what she wanted.

He put his mask back in place and reached down towards the floor. She realized he had a bag down there. What was in it, she had hoped to find out. He placed the knife on the floor and came back up with a blindfold. He wrapped around her eyes for two reasons: to kick up her other senses a few notches and to keep his identity hidden. It was time for the mask to come off.

Reaching back down, he pulled out some nipple clamps and attached them to her tight, rock hard nipples. The sound of her letting out a moan of pain and pleasure made him smirk. He leaned towards her right breast and gently licked the tip of her nipple. He then blew on her nipple making it so hard it strained against the clamp.

Taking her left breast into his hand, he pinched the tip of her nipple while licking and now sucking on her right one, ever so gently. He quickly grabs the knife again and slowly licks her from her left nipple down to just below her belly button dragging the back part of the knife down her skin beside his face.

Using the knife, he presses it against her left inner thigh, then her right, as if to spread her legs even further apart knowing she can’t move them. He gets down on his knees, staring straight at her core. He leans in and inhales a deep breath, breathing all of her in. On his exhale, he lets out a guttural moan.

Enough of this, he thinks to himself. He positions himself at the perfect angle and plants his tongue directly onto her clit. He licks up… and down… and up… and down… side to side… then moves in slow circles, first clockwise, then counterclockwise. Her head falls back against the door and she moans for a moment, then gets scared she might wake up her husband. What is wrong with her? Why is she afraid to wake her husband? Why does she want this? She doesn’t know. She just knows she doesn’t want it to stop.

As he licks away tasting her sweet nectar, he sticks two fingers inside of her, just first knuckle deep, and starts massaging her g-spot. Her leg muscles get super tight before starting to buckle and he stops, just before she cums. The sound that came out of her was like a whine, a whimper, a plea.

The man stands up, presses the knife against her cheek again, and whispers, “If you scream, I cut. Nod that you understand.” She nods. He then removes the ball gag and taking his fingers that we’re inside her, sticks them in her mouth and says, “ Suck. Taste yourself.” She obliges and starts sucking her own juices off of the man’s fingers. Now he moans, bringing life back into his erection. His hard cock presses against her belly and she starts to moan as she sucks and licks his fingers.

Now holding the knife against her neck, he takes his fingers out of her mouth and reaches above her to release her from the door jamb. Guiding her tied hands, he places them on his cock. The feeling shocks them both. He presses a little harder into her neck and reminds her, “You scream, I cut.” She nodded immediately without being told to. “Now stroke, slowly.” She tries to wrap her hand around his thick shaft as best she can and starts stroking. The involuntary jerk that came out of his body was almost enough to send him over the edge but he held back.

He drags the knife down her body as she continues stroking his cock. When he gets to below her waist, the knife is lifted from her skin. She hears an all to familiar sound of vibration as something touches her pubic area. It vibrates and is cold steel… is that the hilt of the knife she wondered?

It was the hilt. The man had custom made a vibrator into the hilt for the knife. Taking the knife, he places the hilt on her clit and starts to roll it around, side to side, making her clit swell so much she thought it was going to pop. Something about getting ready to cum by the hilt of a knife made her logic fly out the window and her senses take over completely. Just as she was about to cum, he pulls the hilt off of her, then shoves the vibrating hilt up into her pussy as deep as it could go.

She stops breathing, stops stroking, squeezes his cock about as hard as she can, while the riptide flowing through her sends her sailing through the cosmos. She cums, and cums hard. Knees buckle. So much wet. Did she pee? She didn’t know nor care. It was so intense, she had never felt anything like that before. Something about the danger, the weapon, this mystery intruder, had her head all fucked up. She was happy, and sad, and confused, and scared, and drained… oh how she was drained. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen next but she had a feeling it was his turn.

“I feel as though we have built some trust between us so I’m going to release your ankles. Are you going to run?” She starts to say no. “You don’t fuckin talk! Just nod!” he yelled in a whisper. She shook her head back and forth.

He bends down and releases the cuffed rod from between her ankles. Standing back up, he grabs her hands and leads her over to the couch. He tells her to kneel down on the couch and position herself with her elbows on the arm of the couch.

“Open your mouth.” She opens. He sticks the hilt of the knife into her mouth. “Taste yourself again. Suck.” She then sucks on the hilt making sure to get every last drop. He pulls the hilt out of her mouth for a moment, then back in. Then out, in. Out. In. Out. He steps forward and when she was expecting the hilt again, this time it was different. It was his cock going into her mouth. “Keep sucking.” She took his thickened head into her mouth and sucked like her life depended on it. Who are we kidding, it pretty much did depend on it. She was loving this though. As confusing and terrifying as it was, she just had a new fear. What happens when this is over? Will he leave her be? Kill her? Kidnap her? Hell, she’d be ok with the kidnapping if it meant sex like this on the reg. Then she thought of her husband, her kids. She couldn’t lie to herself. As much as she would do anything for this… whatever this was, she couldn’t give up her family. She loved her children too much. She loved her husband, even though things have been drying up in the bedroom, she would be ok just being with him. Even if their sex life was just… vanilla.

Starting to feel guilty, she must’ve put off some sort of downer energy because the man put both hands on the side of her face, rubbed her cheek with his left thumb, and said, “Don’t give up on me now. Keep sucking.” That rubbing of her cheek and reassurance had an odd resemblance to something in her past. She couldn’t remember at that moment what it was but she felt reinvigorated. She grabbed ahold of the man’s cock and started to stroke as she sucked. Going fast, faster, faster even, until she felt his cock swell up so much that his head popped out of her mouth because it couldn’t fit anymore.

Once his cock popped out of her mouth, he groaned a deep groan and told her to turn around. She did as she was told and he called her a good girl. Now sitting on all fours, ass hanging off the arm of the couch, he grabs her left ass cheek and moves it up and to the left as he grabs his cock, spits on it, and penetrates her pussy very slowly. He goes balls deep from the start, then pulls out. Balls deep. Pulls out. Upon his next insertion, he stays inside of her and starts to pump away. Slowly at first and then gains speed. She starts to breathe heavily as each deep thrust finds his balls slapping against her clit. With his right hand, he slaps her ass, once, twice, three times. Then his right hand runs up her back, her neck, the back of her head, where he finds a handful of hair, wraps it around his fingers, and pulls back like on the reins of a horse.

She’s panting now and he’s staring to breathe heavy too. With a handful of hair in one hand, he slaps the left side of her ass with his other hand. After a few slaps, he leaves his hand there, inches his thumb toward her asshole, waits for just the right moment and… yanks her head back, thrusts hard and balls deep, and sticks his thumb in her asshole all at the same time. She squeals, her body goes from numb to shaking so hard it was felt on the Richter scale.

As she cums all over the man’s cock, her pussy pulsing, throbbing, squeezing, she starts to make him cum. He pulls his hard, throbbing cock out of her pussy, tells her to face him and open her mouth. He steps one step closer, cock in one hand, that knife in the other. He places the knife right by her temple and strokes himself until he cums in her mouth, on her face, on her tits. Both drained, both panting, he cuts the zip tie from her wrists and leads her to the bathroom. He tells her she’ll find clean clothes and a towel beside the shower and to get cleaned up. He instructs her not to take the blindfold off until she hears the door shut and not to come out until she is clean otherwise he would hurt her husband. Hearing the door shut, she removes the blindfold. She looks at her body in the mirror. She sees where he nicked her face, red marks everywhere, is that a bruise? scratches, so she decides a shower is probably the best option. As she is cleaning herself up, she wonders if she’ll see him again. Then she wonders if she should call the police but decides against it. She hopes that that man finds her again and that she was targeted and not random.

After closing the bathroom door and hearing the shower running, the woman’s husband quickly packs everything back up and hides it all in the storage area. He did his best to conceal his real voice and hopes he hasn’t given away his identity to his wife. Knowing she’ll be a few minutes still, he runs upstairs and gets himself cleaned up a bit. Did he take it too far? Did he mess up? It doesn’t seem likely, because she enjoyed herself very well. He had been researching on ways to spice things up because their bedroom life just didn’t have that spark anymore. After doing a lot of reading and talking with some doms in a Facebook group, he decided this would be a good idea. They had both cum very hard and couldn’t seem to get enough. Now the question is, will she say anything to him. It didn’t matter if she did, he would do this again just the same.

Getting back to the bedroom, he took the pillows he had setup and got them off the bed. He climbed in under the covers and put his CPAP mask on and waited for his wife to come to bed.

As she was drying off, she couldn’t help but think about those hands on her face rubbing her cheek. What did he say again, “Don’t give up on me now?” Who says that, she wondered. After she was fully dressed and had put her hair up, she looked herself in the mirror one last time before heading to bed when it hit her… back at the beginning of her marriage, she had been struggling with postpartum and found herself on deaths doorstep from taking too many pills. Her husband had come home after work and found her shaking and foaming at the mouth. She had OD’d and he cupped her face in his hands, wiped the vomit from her face with his left thumb, and said, “Don’t give up on me now!”