Meeting Kyla – Part 2, How I got into CNC[29M 19F] [CNC]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/user/CNC_Addict/comments/12ffyhn/meeting_kyla_part_1_how_i_got_into_cnc/)

We finally set up a date. We discuss exactly how we want it to go, limits, safeword/safe actions, etc. The day approaches, and she tells me she’s nervous, scared, conflicted, and most of all turned on. I’m half expecting her to back out last second. She doesn’t. It was becoming increasingly clear to me that the main turn on for her was the fear, and that the main turn on for me was inducing the fear. Like I said before, sexually we were hand in glove. She wanted this as real as possible. So did I.

She texts me where to pick her up from and I drive over. It’s 9:45pm, it’s dark out, she’s on the corner wearing what I told her to wear. Just a skinny little 19 year old out on the corner in the night wearing a skirt, sweater, with no panties and no bra. Any nervousness I was feeling immediately vanished, and I was taken over by a very dominating and hungry force from within. I get out of the car and walk up to her. I can tell right away she’s nervous. I put my arm around her, grab her ass and pull her towards me and breathe to her “Get in the car”.

She doesn’t say a word, she simply obeys and gets in the passenger side. I hop in the driver side, and close the door. I lock the car doors and immediately grab her by the throat. It feels soft, delicate, like it might break if I squeeze too hard. Her whole body reacts by tensing up, I grin at her, enjoying her reaction, and then take my hand away. She’s gasping for air, but before she can fully catch her breath, I grab a fistful of hair from the back of her head and pull her into a forceful and invasive kiss. Her soft, trembling lips, a shy tongue, the fear and pain and intensity of the moment. I drink it all up through our kiss. My left hand spreads her legs, she doesn’t fight it, and I feel the heat on my hand long before I reach what was the wettest pussy I have ever felt. My two fingers enter her effortlessly. She moans and whimpers into my mouth. I break the kiss but keep holding onto her hair. I’m holding it hard, I want it to hurt.

I take my fingers out of her pussy and shove them down her throat. “Taste what a slut you are”, I tell her. She dutifully sucks and cleans my fingers before I take them out and slap her hard across the face. I finally let go of her hair. “Give me your phone”, I tell her. She obeys and I turn her phone off and put it in my pocket. Finally, I start the car.

The tone is set for an eventful night.

During the drive over, I insult her, denigrate her, tell her she’s stupid and na├»ve and that there was no way for her to know if I was dangerous or not. She wanted to be scared, and I wanted her to be scared. It worked. She was literally trembling. I laugh at her and ask “How scared are you?”

She replies, “I’ve never been so scared in my life”

“Good”

While we were driving, I was periodically grabbing her, slapping her, treating her like a rag doll. She began masturbating in the passenger seat, I guess she just couldn’t help herself.

We reach my house, get out of the car and walk up to the front door. If anyone was watching, they would have seen a completely normal scene, just two people walking to a house and going inside. They would have no idea what just happened in the car, no idea of the intoxicating mixture of fear and lust that we were, no idea what was about to happen inside the house.

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