Behind you [MF] [cnc]

You were taking a video of yourself in the bathroom, flashing the peace sign in the mirror.

You didn’t notice the door open behind you.

Maybe if you did, you would have been more on guard. Maybe you would have had a chance to fend me off.

But your mind was already racing as my arm locked around your neck.

Instincts take over. You drop your phone. You claw at me, digging your nails into my forearm.

You need to get free.

Why am I doing this?

How is this happening?

My other hand paws at your clothes, ripping your shirt, pulling your pants of.

Oh fuck.

The bet.

You had hoped that I forgot about that.

I start to drag you to the bed and push you face down. My knee digs in to the small of your back until I have both your wrists. It’s sinking in how much bigger I am than you.

You can hear the squeaks of a roll of duct tape, then feel it stick to your wrists.

Fuck, too late. You weren’t paying enough attention, and now your pants are down to your knees. The knee pushes a little harder, and then the pants are gone. You’re naked from the waist down.

Your little tight cunt is dripping right now.

Your slut instincts are kicking in. You want it. You want to feel my thick, hard cock inside of you.

One last gasp from your desire to fight. A scream. A stupid, stupid scream.

And your reward?

A slap to the face. A growl.

And a warning that if you make another noise, I’ll choke you until you pass out, THEN cum inside of you.

You take it. You bite your lip.

You resist moaning out of fear. But you’re a dirty little slut right now, and you can’t help yourself.

Fuck. Your hips are now swaying to the thrusts of my cock.

That’s a good little slut.

A fuckhole.

This is what you’re good for.

And you feel me throbbing inside of you. Cumming. Filling you.

I don’t rush to set you free.

I find your phone. Still recording. Probably of the ceiling. But it’ll have a nice record of your whore moans.

I point the camera to your pussy, my cum slowly dripping out.

“Is this the pussy of a dumb slut?”

You’re confused by the question.

I give your pussy a slap, then push two fingers deep inside of you.

“I asked a question. Are you a dumb slut?”

Maybe it was fear. Maybe pain, maybe pleasure.

Maybe honesty.

You answer.

“I’m a dumb slut.”

“Good girl.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vyq6uj/behind_you_mf_cnc