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She Was A Tease
by My Darker Side (this.is.my.darker.side@gmail.com)

***

She'd been leading me on like this for months, always 
getting to the point of almost and then leave. Excuse 
after excuse, and there I'd be, angry, frustrated, with 
only my hand for company. But it was stopping tonight. 
(MF, nc, rp, v, bd)

***

I finally had her in my house, and more importantly, in 
my bed. We'd been kissing and groping each other for 
about an hour on the couch, and when I suggested moving 
to the bedroom, she didn't say no. But I'd been here 
before. She'd been leading me on like this for months, 
always getting to the point of almost... and then 
leave. Excuse after excuse, and there I'd be, angry, 
frustrated, with only my hand for company.

But it was stopping tonight.

So there we were, kissing, touching. Her, beautiful in 
the flush of lust and desire on her face, laying on my 
bed with her hair spread out like a halo around her 
head. Kissing... I love to kiss this woman, she has one 
of the most passionate mouths I've ever had the 
pleasure to encounter. I've spent days dreaming of how 
it would feel around my cock... but the little tease 
has never even been close to it.

I was on top of her, kissing her hard, moving my mouth 
slowly to the side of her face and down to her neck. 
There's a spot, just under the lobe of her ear along 
the line of her jaw that had always made me crazy. I 
nibbled it, a little harder than I usually do, and she 
moaned deeply. Her hand snaked down between us and she 
squeezed my cock through my pants, causing me to moan 
in return. 

I'd been waiting so long for this. I moved my hand up, 
trying to get it up under her shirt, but she moved like 
a snake and stopped me, whispering "We barely know each 
other" in my ear, followed by that giggle... the one 
that told me we were almost finished here, at least 
according to her.

The handcuffs were on the dresser near the bed, right 
where I'd left them earlier when I found out she was 
coming over. In one fairly fluid move, I turned her 
over onto her stomach and grabbed the cuffs from the 
dresser. She didn't hear the sound of metal on metal as 
I straddled her waist; she was laughing, telling me to 
be careful or I'd hurt her. It wasn't until I had one 
hand bent back to the small of her back that she 
started to understand what was going on, and started to 
struggle.

First one, then the other cuff clicked into place 
around her wrists. I sat back, enjoying my handiwork.

She was face down on my bed, with her hands cuffed 
behind her. I ran my hands up under her shirt, and 
undid the clasp of her bra. She was talking, telling me 
that it was ok, that if I let her go she wouldn't do or 
say anything to anyone. Telling me that she was sorry. 

I ignored her and slowly moved my hands up and down her 
back, and then slowly down around and under her sides, 
feeling the full round weight of her breasts in my 
palms. She was struggling under me, kicking her feet 
around but I outweighed her by at least fifty pounds.

I pushed her shirt up farther, so that it was bunched 
up around her shoulders. Her skin was like ivory, cool 
to the touch and pale enough to be able to see the 
veins beneath. Beautiful, so beautiful. Moving my hands 
down and underneath her again, I found her nipples with 
my fingers and pinched them both, hard. She screamed, 
writhing under me harder, but I just sat down harder, 
letting her know that there was no way I was going to 
let her go.

I'd had about as much fun as I could like this, so I 
flipped her over, quickly, not giving her any time to 
react. As I admired her breasts, and the flat of her 
stomach, she started to get louder about her 
objections, complaining that the cuffs were too tight, 
that they were hurting her wrists. I gave her a look, 
ignored her and started kissing and licking my way up 
from her navel to her breasts, slowly trailing my 
tongue up to first one nipple then the other. She 
struggled against me, saying ”no” over and over again 
as I kissed and sucked and bit them, left, then right, 
then left again. 

Feeling her body arch under me and her nipples getting 
harder and harder every time my mouth touched them was 
exciting me more and more. But her constant chatter and 
begging, although exciting as well, was getting to be 
an annoyance.

Her shirt was bunched up at her shoulders, so I pulled 
it up into her mouth, gagging her with it. Her eyes 
went wide, and she moaned into the gag. It was quieter, 
and so much sexier.

I hadn’t said a word to her yet, just continued to 
touch and kiss all of the bits of exposed skin I could 
reach without getting off of her. After a few minutes, 
I stopped and making sure I had her attention, I smiled 
and pulled the key to the cuffs out of my pocket. She 
got this look of relief in her eyes, and I flipped her 
back over, so that I could get at the cuffs. I unlocked 
only one, and then turned her back over. Her face was 
so hopeful, and the look stayed there until she 
realized that I was pulling her arm up to cuff her to 
the headboard of the bed. She started fighting me, 
trying to buck me off, pull her wrist out of my grasp, 
anything that she could do. Behind the shirt in her 
mouth, she was screaming.

But none of that stopped me from pulling her arms up 
over her head, snaking the cuffs behind the cast-iron 
decoration of the headboard and locking them back in 
place. Straddling her chest, looking down at her, 
seeing that the relived look had been replaced by one 
of complete terror, I started laughing.

Which is when she started crying.

She was crying. Behind the makeshift gag in her mouth 
she was begging me to stop, not to hurt her, to let her 
go. More of the same. I had no intention of letting her 
go. Maybe ever. And that’s exactly what I told her. I 
insinuated that there had been others in the exact 
circumstances she was in. Hinted at murder, 
dismemberment, a shallow grave in the woods. I told her 
that if she ever wanted to leave this room alive she 
had to do exactly what I wanted, when I wanted, for as 
long as I wanted.

Her eyes were wide, tears running down the sides of her 
head as she nodded her agreement. I climbed off of her 
chest and busied myself with her jeans. They were tight 
on her nice round ass and shapely legs, and I 
considered cutting them off at first, but just ended up 
pulling them off of her.

She wasn’t wearing panties. I called her a dirty little 
slut and ran the tip of my finger along the line of her 
slit. She moaned at my touch, trying to wriggle away 
from me, but it was too late. I had found out her 
secret: she was soaking wet, her lips full and swollen 
and her clit rock-hard. I slowly pushed my finger 
inside her, finding her just as wet and hot inside as 
out. I fingered her slowly, calling her a whore and a 
slut, asking her if she liked being used like this, 
telling her she was a dirty, dirty girl and that she 
should be ashamed. She thrashed around as I fucked her 
with first one and then two fingers, curling them up 
and finding that spot. She was going crazy, and I could 
tell from her moaning and the clenching of her pussy 
around my fingers that she was getting closer and 
closer to cumming.

“Are you going to cum while I finger you?” I asked, “Do 
you like to be raped by my fingers?” She moaned 
something that sounded like “No!” but her hips bucked 
up against my hand at the same time and then her pussy 
clenched tight around my fingers as she came, all the 
time crying and moaning “no” over and over.

It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. 
And we were just getting started.

As she finished cumming with my fingers in her pussy, I 
reached down and removed the gag from her mouth. Before 
she could say or do anything, I moved forward so that I 
was straddling her chest. I reached down and pinched 
both of her nipples, hard. She screamed and I told her 
that she’d better be quiet, or she’d find out what real 
pain was. Eyes wide, she managed to be mostly quiet 
while I busied myself with her breasts. They were round 
and full, the skin smooth, the nipples hard and taut. 
She was squirming and thrashing around under me, her 
body obviously responding to my touch, even if she 
didn’t want it to.

After a few minutes, I moved forward a little more so 
that I was sitting on her breasts with my cock right 
above her face. She knew what was coming, or at least 
thought she did. I reached down and wrapped my fingers 
around my cock. I pumped it a few times, just to make 
sure she was paying attention and to get it nice and 
hard. The tip of it was wet from the pre-come leaking 
out of it, and I pushed it down and smeared it around 
on her lips. She moved her head to the side, causing me 
to draw a line up the side of her face. So sexy, but 
not what I wanted. 

Without warning I drew my hand back and slapped her, 
hard, on her left cheek. Her eyes went wide again, 
wider than they had been, and tears started welling out 
of them again. I told her not to fucking move, or she’d 
get worse. Without waiting for any response, I took my 
cock and started rubbing it against her lips again. I 
could see her wanting to move, to twist her head away 
in disgust, but she didn’t. She was being a good little 
slut and I when I told her so, she moaned again.

I slowly rubbed my cock all over her pretty little 
face; her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes and her nose. 
Once she was used to that, I started to hit her with my 
cock, softly at first, just a tap on her lips, but 
eventually I was using it like a club against her face. 
She was moaning and whimpering under me, wanting so 
badly to try to twist away from my assault, but there 
was nothing she could do. I told her to open her mouth, 
and she did it without hesitation.

As I slipped the head of my cock between her lips, I 
reached back with one hand and found her slit with my 
fingers. She was completely soaked; so wet that there 
was a growing dark spot on the sheet between her legs. 
I looked her right in the eyes and told her how dirty 
she was to enjoy being raped so much. She moaned and I 
felt her pussy clench around my finger. I smiled, 
slowly stroking my cock in and out of her mouth while I 
fingered her cunt. 

I called her a slut and a whore, told her that I was 
going to make her dirty little pussy cum again. Told 
her how sexy she was tied to the bed, how much I was 
going to enjoy fucking her over and over.

I fucked her mouth faster and harder. I was shoving my 
entire length into her and she took it over and over, 
getting hotter and wetter the entire time. I wanted to 
cum so badly, cover her face with it, but I wanted to 
fuck her more than anything, had from the beginning. I 
pulled my cock out of her mouth, smacked her with it a 
few more times, then, replacing the gag, I moved down 
between her legs.

Without pausing, I slid my cock deep into her pussy. 
She was so completely wet and ready that there was no 
resistance at all, and since I’d moved so quickly down 
between her legs, she didn’t have time to resist. Her 
moan / scream was as much from lust as it was from the 
feelings of humiliation and violation she was feeling. 
Her hips bucked up off the bed as I started to slowly 
fuck her, and I think she came again, at least it sure 
felt and sounded like she did.

I bent over her, lying fully on top of her and holding 
her down as I continued to fuck her. My mouth traveled 
over her shoulders and neck and face, my tongue and 
teeth leaving a trail of bite marks and saliva. She was 
crying, moaning, screaming through the gag in her mouth 
as I pistoned in and out of her. She was so wet I could 
feel it on her thighs. 

I started whispering in her ear, telling her how much I 
loved raping her tight pussy, telling her she was a 
perfect little slut and whore. Told her how dirty she 
was to enjoy being fucked like this. I said that she 
must secretly want to be raped all the time.

I told her that she’d never be able to have sex again 
without thinking of the way that I was fucking her now, 
using her like a piece of meat. I said that all she was 
was a hole, a place for me to put my cock and that 
every time she was with a man from now on, she’d wish 
it were me fucking her.

She cried and moaned and screamed some more, and came 
at least one more time. I stopped counting after a 
while, except to note each one and tell her how dirty 
she was to come so hard from being raped. She was 
barely moving any more, really, her resistance now just 
a barely audible moan every time I stabbed deep into 
her with my cock. She didn’t even move when I pulled 
out of her cunt, straddled her stomach and sprayed my 
cum all over her chest and face.

I climbed off the bed and got dressed. I stood over her 
for a few minutes, admiring my work. Her body was 
shaking. Cum and tears streaked her face. She looked so 
beautiful, like a work of art. I told her that I loved 
her like this, and that I’d be back in a few hours to 
clean her up and start again.

And I told her that I’d bring a friend this time.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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