Intrusion
TW: CNC
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Hey baby, I won’t be able to come home tonight. Work is keeping me, but I promise I’ll take some time for you tomorrow. Love ya. ”
The feeling of disappointment settled in my heart as the voicemail from my boyfriend ended. Tonight was supposed to be our night, but it always works first. We recently moved here to a small town in Seattle. Part of me hoped that this would improve our relationship, but it has only gotten worse.
After cleaning up the dinner I had prepared for us, I decided it was time for bed in hopes of escaping aching disappointment.
My sleep was soon interrupted by the sound of glass shattering, making me jump out of bed. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I quietly walked down the stairs, clutching the pepper spray that I always stored next to my bed. Thoughts were running wild in my head, but the sound of my blood pulsating was drowning them out. So when I saw a dark human figure standing in my kitchen, I froze momentarily. Slowly getting out of the trance anxiety put me in, my hand went up to turn on the light.
“I’ll shoot you if you touch it, darling.” The figure spoke. The sounds of a gun being cocked back, along with the rough manly voice, halted my movement.
“What are you doing here?” I managed to squeak out. The figure vanished, and I felt heat radiate onto my back.
“Did I scare you?” The warmth of the man’s breath caressed my ear. “Since you moved to this small town, I’ve been watching you and learning everything about you.” His nose dug through my hair and inhaled sharply.
With all of my courage, I lifted the pepper spray and attempted to spray him.His hand caught both of mine before I could, forcing me to drop the spray.
“You’re so predictable, love.” He softly laughed, making my anxiety turn to anger. He kept a firm hold on me, despite my efforts to escape his grasp.
The cold metal gun pressed against my wet cheek, then it ran all the way down my body to inside my panties. When his bulge began to rub against my backside, I could no longer hold back the silent tears as I wept loudly.
“Yes, baby, it’s so hot when you cry for me.” He groaned, pushing deeper into my backside. As the moonlight gleamed on us, I could faintly see his black hair covering his forehead and his lust-filled brown eyes. His cheek had a familiar scar, and I could see the smirk on his face when I took in his features. At that moment, I knew I wasn’t going to get out of this.
“What do you want from me?” I wept, his other hand gripping the sides of my neck, cutting off the blood circulation. He forced me down on my hands and knees, the glass he shattered earlier slicing my skin.
“I just want you to be a good little girl for me.”
“Go to hell, asshole,” I mumbled out and immediately regretted it as he moved the gun against my clit.
Keep talking like that and I’ll blow your little pink button off, love.” A spark of unwanted pleasure began as he proceeded to move the gun up and down. I bit my lip to hold back the sound. “Nuh-uh, darling, make those pretty little sounds for me like you did the other night when you were pleasing yourself. I watched from your closet as you pounded yourself. Your face is so pretty when you come. ” His hand left my neck and instead applied pressure to my back, making me unable to move.
I gasped at the sudden intrusion of the gun being forced inside my pussy. The edges of the barrel added intense pleasure, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan. This man was doing unspeakable things to me, and deep down, I was enjoying it.
That’s it, love. Keep making those pretty sounds. I want you to call me sir and beg me to let you cum. ” The man’s voice, raspy with lust, shot more sparks of pleasure inside me. His lips trailed up and down my neck, leaving red bruises behind. “Beg or I’ll stop.”
“Please sir, please let me cum.” I cried out, the tears of fear turning into tears of pleasure.
He growled in response and pushed the gun in farther. The juices of my pussy drenched the gun as it pounded inside me.
“I love the sound your pussy is making for me. You like this, don’t you? I knew you were a whore. ”
“Please, sir!” That was all that I could say, my pussy aching to explode.
“Cum for me, baby.” He whispered in my ear, followed by nibbles on my earlobe. And that was all I needed as my body began to shake uncontrollably.
Not even a second later, still trying to catch my breath, I heard the sound of his belt coming undone and the stinging sensation of it hitting my ass.
It is my turn, love. Face me and open that pretty mouth.”
Wincing in pain from the glass creating new valleys of blood on my skin, blossoming a new type of pleasure, I turned around to get on my knees. His hard length slapped against my cheek, and the gun, dripping with my release, pushed against my head.
“Bite it and you’re dead.” He growled out. His words sent shivers down my spine. Knowing that it was still cocked, part of me wanted to bite just to see if he was bluffing.
When I wasn’t opening my mouth, he took his free hand and pried it open, followed by the intrusion of his stone erection. The girth stretched my mouth beyond its limits, and my throat tightened, gagging slightly, as he went deeper.
“Fuck, you take me so well, love,” The man moaned out, “You belong to me now, slut.” He moved his tongue in and out of my mouth at a godly speed. “I want you to say it.” His hand slapped my cheek.
“I belong to you.” I was out as my tongue traced over his bulging veins. He connected his hand to my cheek again, harder this time.
“You’re forgetting something.”
“I belong to you, sir.” I corrected myself. He slammed back into my mouth as he gripped my hair into a ponytail, removing my ability to go at my own pace. His movements bruised my throat. I sucked in my cheeks and moved my tongue against him. Every few thrusts, I’d stick it out to move it against his balls.
After what felt like a blissful eternity, he stilled his movements, and a warm, thick liquid shot down my throat. I was unable to move and forced to swallow every last drop.
“You did so well, Cassie,” Eric soothingly said, “I didn’t go too rough, did I?” A hint of worry in his voice.
I smiled and shook my head softly as he gently cared for my wounds. “Not at all. You were absolutely perfect.” I felt warmth fill up my heart. I knew it was him from the very beginning, but obviously, it’s not fun if you don’t play along.
He looked relieved. “Good. Listen, I’m sorry things haven’t been all that great between us, “His eyes locked with mine,” but I am going to try harder.
I giggled as he smothered my face in kisses and carried me to our bed. As long as you keep surprising me like that, I’ll be completely satisfied.
(Inspo from Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton)
