[FM] The night you didn’t want to remember (Femdom)

My finger flipped the light switch on. "Rise and shine, Mr Freeman." You flinched and squinted your eyes as the bright lamps lit up the bed like an autopsy table. I could finally take a good look at you, and I was not impressed.

Yes, you had your biceps and abs like any other jock, and you could probably make an average chick cream herself. Yet I couldn't help but notice that your eighty kilograms of muscle were clearly compensating for something. Something tiny and strung, comically propped up like a stray, ill-hammered nail on a plank.

"You were planning to rape me with that?" I snorted, covering my mouth with my fingers. Your frown shifted from confusion to helpless rage. Fortunately for you, I had your mouth stuffed with your sweatshirt, so you couldn't say something dumb and embarrass yourself further. You could only growl and squirm with animalistic fury but barely strain the ropes around your wrists, elbows and ankles.

I let you have your moment, soaking in the futility of your struggle. Wasn't that how my best friend felt when you forced yourself on her? Wasn't that going to be my fate if I hadn't been fast and clever enough to switch our drinks last night?

Probably. But I intended to have the other part of the fun, too. So I shook the plastic bottle with viagra pills in your face, the intrusive clinking calling to your attention. "Sorry darling but you've given me very little to work with. I have to make do."

You took the pills, not without effort of course. You were screaming and trying to bite me like a rabid dog, but the sight of pliers changed your mind. Good boy.

An hour later you were already glistening in sweat, heart desperately squeezing every droplet of blood towards your swollen cock. That's when I casually sat on your lap naked, letting my long, copper hair cover my bare breasts. I didn't want to give you that extra eye candy, but I loved the tease. I knew you secretly did, too.

The sweatshirt wasn't necessary anymore so I plucked it out of your mouth, allowing you a moment of relief. You were groggy from the drugs, and much tamer that way. Almost cute. It made me smile. I lifted your head and trailed a finger down your cheek, my dark eyes trying to meet your blurry gaze. You were nodding off.

Slap. My little hand brushed your face, jolting you awake with a gasp. "Pay attention, sweetheart." I kissed the spot where I had hit you in an attempt to dull the pain, pressing tenderly with my lips. I could hear your breath speed up. Your body was enjoying this, even if you were not.

I gently rocked my hips, humping your subdued frame in painfully slow motion. Your dick felt warm and hard inside me, gorged on your hot blood yet still mediocre in every other way. But that didn't matter. Your pleasure was already at my mercy, mine to give or take away. Every time you would ache for release, I would slow down to a halt and giggle quietly in your face and your pleading puppy eyes.

Eventually I let you come as I held you in my embrace, sharing our final kiss. I relished in it. I think we both did.

Late that night I walked you out of my apartment and laid you on a bench outside, your feeble hand clutching an empty Teacher's bottle. You passed out on that bench, the bloated bulge from the viagra still stretching your shorts like a tent. You never heard from me again.

I didn't tell you I wasn't on the pill. In hindsight, maybe I should have. I just forgot.

But that's why I'm here now. Your son is due in two weeks. I want to make sure you get my name right on the child support bill.


[meta] I can see this place is meant more for linking to published fiction. Is there another sub for original adult fiction? PM me if so, thanks!

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