(This is a non-consent fantasy and nothing more. Keep it in your imagination, folks! That being said I hope you like it and if you do there may be more on the way.)
A few weeks later, on a rainy night, Ben texted me. I was curled up on my sofa with a book and a glass of wine. I checked my phone and my eyes went wide, what did he want? I had almost forgotten that he intended to see me again. The last time … well I had tried my best to move past it. My mind didn’t really know what to make of it. I had a girlfriend who I loved and I put myself in that situation with him. And then it went too far and part of me felt guilty that I had let it go that far. Part of me felt afraid of Ben after how he had acted. But even so, I responded to his text.
Ben: Are you at home?
Me: yes
Ben: I’m on my way over. Put on something sexy.
Me: ok
For a moment I was completely still, searching myself for some semblance of self control. I needed to talk to him about that night. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll talk to him about that night and lay down some boundaries. I’ll tell him that it was unacceptable and it won’t be happening again. It would be good to do it face to face. Okay. I had a plan. Then I sat for a moment, setting my book on the coffee table and giving my outfit a once-over. I was wearing a ratty old t-shirt and sweats. Not exactly sexy. Should I change?
I mean, what if I told him all that and he was receptive to my boundaries? And then things got hot and heavy. That would be okay, wouldn’t it? I finished my glass of wine and ran to my closet. Digging through my carefully curated mounds of clothes, I found a lacy pair of panties, a front clasping bra and a garter belt. Quickly putting them on, I rushed back out to the couch and poured another glass of wine. Soaking my lips in the dark red wine as I took a long sip, I heard Ben knock 3 times on the door. Without hesitation I jumped to my feet and scampered over to the door, opening it slowly so as to appear not too eager.
“Ben,” I addressed him for some reason, “Come in.” Damn it that rhymed. Was I already getting drunk? I shut the door behind us, “Before you say anything, I have something to say to you.”
“Well, I’m all ears,” Ben replied with a smile, taking the wine glass gently from my fingers. “May I?”
“I- uh, yes,” I stammered as he raised the glass to his lips and drank from the side that was lightly stained with my lipstick.
“Mmm, delicious,” he winked at me, “You were saying?”
My train of thought floated off the tracks for a few moments, finally I continued, “Yes, um. What happened last time-”
“Was so fucking hot, right?” he interrupted me. Taking another sip of my wine.
“No. I mean yeah, but that’s not what I mean,” my head was going fuzzy.
“Apologies, please do continue,” he closed the space in between us, placing a hand on my hip and raising the glass back to my lips. “Here. Finish it. It’ll help you find the words.” His hand was steady as he tilted the glass, pouring the wine into my mouth. I had to comply to keep him from spilling it all over my lacy lingerie. “That’s a good girl.”
After gulping hard and finding my resolve I finished my thought, “Ben you were too rough with me. And you didn’t listen. If we’re going to do this again I need you to promise that won’t happen again.”
“Of course!” Ben looked wounded, “I’m so sorry, Liz. How about we come up with a safe word? That way I can know you’re serious, that you want me to stop.”
“A safe word,” I repeated. Did Ben just not understand last time? Did he think I wanted him to hold me down like that and cum in me? I guess I could have communicated more clearly. Maybe he was right, a safe word could help!
“How about ‘red’. That’s a pretty basic one, right? If you say ‘red’, that means I have to stop what I’m doing,” Ben explained.
“I think that’s a good idea,” I said trying to furrow my brow so he knew I was being stern. What else was I supposed to say? I couldn’t remember anymore. Well at least I’d gotten the meat of the conversation out of the way. With that said, Ben shrugged a duffel bag off of his shoulder and unzipped it. With great care he removed what looked like bondage gear. Shackles and some kind of bar, and a ball gag.
“Now, let’s go to your bedroom,” he smiled wickedly at me. “And bring that,” he pointed to the open wine bottle on the kitchen counter. As he led me to my room I followed behind with the bottle, wondering what I was getting myself into. We set the bottle on the nightstand after he took a nice swig of it, then he got to work shackling my wrists behind my back and fastening a bar between my ankles to keep my legs apart. Just sitting through the process of him delicately putting these restraints on me had gotten me absolutely drenched. I’m sure he could see my juices soaking through my panties.
“You’ll stop when I say ‘red’?” I wanted to confirm, even though there was no way I could get out of the restraints at that moment.
“Of course,” he reassured me, his voice softer than last time. Leaning down, he kissed my neck and breathed in deeply, running his lips by my ear but not quite touching me. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want,” I thought for a second, “I want to taste you. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted a man’s cock.” I felt so filthy and so powerful at finally telling him what I desired. My girlfriend didn’t seem to care at all what I wanted anymore, so it was nice that Ben did. He stood up on the bed and pulled his dick out, slapping it on my outstretched tongue a few times before pushing it between my lips. I moaned around his cock. Feeling him in my mouth after years, fuck I had forgotten how much I loved sucking dick. I started bobbing my head and rolling my tongue while I engulfed his rapidly hardening cock. I could taste a little bit of precum squeeze out of his tip while I slurped his soul out like it was a milkshake.
Then I felt Ben put a hand on the back of my head, pulling my hair a little as he started to fuck my mouth. The whole time this was happening I was rocking my hips, wanting desperately to be touched. With my hands tied behind my back it was driving me crazy. Before he could cum, he took his slobbery dick out and pulled my panties to the side, pushing it inside of me again with no warning. And again with no condom. I spoke up this time, “You have to pull out this time, okay? You have to.”
“I will,” he promised. God he felt so good inside of me. Even with him on top of me I worked my hips to fuck him right back. When I started to feel him twitching inside me though I jumped into action.
“RED,” I shouted, “Pull out.” And he did, he withdrew his cock and I watched it quiver for a second before a glob of cum dribbled from his tip. I had stolen his orgasm but at least I didn’t have to take the morning after pill again.
“Fuck, you little tease,” he muttered under his breath. He wiped the cum off his dick and fed it to me on his finger while he pushed himself back inside. For a second I thought about stopping him but I decided it was probably safe enough. Once his pace started to really pick up though, once his long thrusts started to hit my cervix and pause at the deepest part of the stroke, I had to say it again.
“Red,” I called out to him. This time he pulled out and got off the bed, grabbing the wine bottle from the night stand. He held it up to my lips, slowly tilting it.
“Here, have some more. Loosen up a little,” he said as the wine poured down my throat. After a few gulps I couldn’t take any more and I choked, turning my head away. Wine splashed and spilled over my body as he tilted the bottle back down. “You okay?” I coughed a little and then nodded meekly. “Are you going to be a good girl?” I nodded again. He went to the bathroom to get a towel but seemed to get lost.
“Ben??” I called out into the void. He reappeared in the doorway with something in his hand. I squinted my eyes, “What do you have there?” As he stepped closer I could see it was the empty packaging for the Plan B I had taken. I must have tossed it in the bathroom trash. The look on his face was abject anger.
“Are you kidding me?” he demanded, raising his voice for the first time since I’d known him.
“Ben, I- I didn’t want to get pregnant,” I explained to him, my head getting fuzzy again.
“I can’t believe you did this,” he shook his head. “I thought we did something special that night.”
“Ben, I’m sorry!” I reflexively tried to sooth him. My body was shaking upon hearing his booming voice.
“You will never take this again,” he held up the empty package and then tossed it across the room, “Do you understand me, Liz?” Trembling, I shook my head. “Good. But no I have to punish you, you know that, right?” he titled his head as he watched the fear creep into my face.
I begged, “Ben please-” I gasped and choked back a sob as he retrieved the ball gag and shoved it into my mouth. A warm tear fell down my cheek and Ben wiped it away with his thumb, slowly bringing it up to his lips and licking the finger clean.
“No more safe words,” he whispered. I thrashed about violently as I tried to to struggle out of the restraints but it was no use. Ben smiled and locked eyes with me as he plunged his bare cock back inside of me. He felt harder than ever as he pulsed and throbbed. After a few pumps I lost whatever resolve I had left, I felt resigned to my fate. With every deep stroke his body tensed up more and more until he thrust all the way and stopped. For a moment I wondered if he had a change of heart but then I felt the cum gushing out of him. Despite my panic and despair my hips pushed into his while he spurted everything he had into my depths. “There’s a good little breeding whore,” he taunted me.
As he recovered and climbed off of me, he unclasped my bra and sucked hungrily on my tits. He licked the sticky wine off of my skin and bit my nipple, sending a stinging pain through my exhausted body. His fingers slid through my sloppy, cum-filled slit before he brought his fingers up and pushed two into my mouth. At first I just sat there, in a daze until he hissed, “Suck them clean, slut.” I jolted back to reality and lapped the cum off his fingers and twirled my tongue all around them. He spread my mouth open with his fingers and let a string of spit pass from his lips down onto my tongue.
I swallowed as he stood up on the bed again, grabbing a handful of hair and forcing his cock between my lips as I tried to resist. He pulled away and slapped me so hard I felt a ringing in my ear. Before I could say anything he stuck his cock back in my mouth and started fucking my throat. As I gagged on his dick I looked up to see he was recording with his phone. I tried to shout at him but my mouth was too full as he thrust in and out. Once he was satisfied with his home video he turned it off and knelt back down on the bed, positioning himself at my entrance.
Locking eyes with me again as he ran the tip of his dick along my wet folds, I pleaded one last time, “I won’t buy the pill again, I promise. Please, Ben. Untie me,” I tugged at my wrist shackles. Without a response he plunged fully back into me, wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing.
“If you’re good, and you say what I want to hear, then I’ll untie you,” he smirked. I nodded frantically as my body started up my fight or flight response again. I was trembling like crazy and struggling to breathe as he choked me and fucked me deep. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I belong to you,” I gasped a bit as he pummeled me raw, “My pussy belongs to you. Please use me,” I drifted off a little bit as I almost lost consciousness so he eased off my throat and unfastened my ankle restraints. Tossing them to the floor he went right back to fucking me. This time he picked back up his phone and started recording my body and face in missionary as his dick slid in and out. I was delirious and drunk by that point and I’m sure it showed in my expression.
While he recorded himself plowing into me he asked, “Where should I cum, Lizzy?”
I knew what he wanted me to say; I could feel his cockhead knocking at my cervix again. So I gave in, weakly I begged, “Please cum inside me, daddy.”
“Are you on birth control, baby?” He asked, trying to keep the camera phone steady while he railed me with all his might.
“No, daddy,” I paused, grunting as his deep strokes started to push me over the edge. “I want you to knock me up. Please get me pregnant, daddy,” I continued to play the part for him although I could feel my body responding to all of this dirty talk.
“Fuck,” he started to tense up again, “Here it comes you little cumslut!” While he filmed himself driving his cock into me over and over, he slipped his thumb into my mouth and had me suck on it. “Are you ready?”
“Mhm,” I moaned sweetly while sucking and licking for the camera. Suddenly Ben started to shutter and thrust slower, closing his eyes. As he started to pulse inside me my legs straightened out and my back arched. I felt my eyes start to roll back almost as I had the most powerful orgasm of my life, “Uh, mm, mhm, mhm,” I let out increasingly frantic gibberish with each thrust as I felt his throbbing cock unleash thick spurts of cum into my already drowning womb.
One spurt. My hips were grinding into his like I wanted this. Two spurts. My legs locked behind his hips to pull him in deeper. Three spurts. I looked directly into the camera while coming on his cock, consumed by agonizing ecstasy. Four spurts. My bucking hips became clumsy as I tried to keep up with his strokes. Five spurts. He slipped out of me and my legs shook uncontrollably while my back went rigid. He recorded the whole thing as his potent cum gushed out of my well-used, fertile hole.
Finally he set his phone down, turned me over and kissed my cheek before unshackling my wrists. By the time I came around and lifted my head off the bed he had already gone. The apartment was silent save for the heavy rain pounding down on the pavement outside. I had forgotten it was raining. The soothing sound lulled my tired body to sleep as his seed oozed out of me.
In the morning I went to the store. For a good 10 minutes I stood in the reproductive health aisle, staring at the Plan B package. With a deep, resigned sigh, I picked up a pregnancy test instead. As I strolled to the front register I got a text notification, which I quickly checked. Oddly enough I felt disappointed that it was my girlfriend, Kelly, and not Ben.
Kelly: hey sorry ive been busy lately! can we have dinner 2nite??
Me: sure
Kelly: <3
Fuck me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jsyhs8/the_hard_goodbye_ch2_broken_promises_mf_bondage
This is getting interesting and hot AF ..pls continue.