Trigger warnings: Home invasion and CNC

Disclaimer: This story features consensual non-consent, so everything that happens in it is consensual between the main characters, however that is not made clear at first. Just be careful if you're sensitive to anything that isn't consensual!

Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

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I let out a little sigh as I put away the plate I just cleaned, putting it on a rack to dry. Soap suds and foam cover the yellow, rubber gloves on my hands, and I quickly rinse them off before I get started on the next plate.

I continue this cycle, humming softly to myself while I idly listen to music playing from the speaker in the corner. It’s Friday night, and I’m having a quiet night in doing chores. Once done, I’ll probably reward myself with a glass of wine and trashy reality TV.

It's dark out, so I can’t really see anything out the window on the other side of the sink. It shows my backyard, which even in the darkness I can see I’ve put off maintaining for too long.

Tomorrow…maybe.

As I finish up the plates and move onto the utensils, my eyes suddenly catch on something in the darkness. It looks like a shadow, but darker, like there’s a figure or a form out there standing in the middle of the yard.

I frown, confused. It’s clearly too large to be an animal or even a child, but what else could it be?

It almost looks like a person, but that’s ridiculous. What sort of psycho would stand in the middle of someone’s yard and stare while they do the dishes? And besides, I’m looking straight at them. Wouldn’t that scare them off if they think I can see them?

I shrug it off. I’m going a little insane, clearly a little loopy, so I try to ignore it and focus on my task.

God, I need that wine so badly right now.

But minutes later, when I look up again, the form is…gone.

I guess it was just my imagination after all. I mean, it is really dark out, and the form was just an even darker part of the night. There’s really no logical explanation beyond my having an overactive imagination.

But it looked scarily like a person. Like a man, a very large man. And if it was a man then that means he was watching…me.

I shamefully clench at that. God, I need a cold shower.  

I shake myself out of it as I finish the last of the dishes. Taking my gloves off and tossing them in the sink, I make my way over to the speaker to shut it off before grabbing a wine glass from the cabinet. After filling it up, I begin making my way to the couch in the living room, but I’m stopped halfway there by a sudden noise.

I halt, frowning. It sounded like a dull thud, like something banging against the wall from outside. I try to listen for any more noises, but I hear nothing until I try to walk to the couch again and the noise repeats.

Okay, now I need to investigate this mess.

Putting the glass away on my table, I make my way to the door. I throw a coat on and shove my feet into my shoes, then head outside.

It’s cold, and I shiver, suddenly remembering I’m only wearing a miniskirt and a t-shirt under this. I try to shake it off since I’m just going to quickly check the noise, but it’s really cold, so I have to hurry around the side of the house.

As I make it into the backyard, I hurriedly look around for signs of an intruder, but I come up empty, as expected. Next, I look around where I assume the sound came from, but I again come up empty.

I guess I should feel relieved? But I don’t, because I know I heard something, and it didn’t just sound like the normal creaking of an older house. It sounded like something hitting the wall, but I can’t place what it could be.

But I’m also incredibly cold, so I begin making my way back inside.

Once indoors, I shrug off my coat and hang it on the coat hanger by the door, then make my way into the living room. But my heart stops as I see the glass of wine I placed on the table is now empty.

“Hello?” I ask into the room, feeling ridiculous, but holy shit. I did not touch that glass before I went outside, I swear, but maybe I did? What other explanation is there beyond me forgetting to drink it or an intruder…

I run to my phone, grabbing it like it might protect me. “If anyone’s here, come out now!” I yell loud enough to be heard in the entire house, but no one comes out.

“I’m going fucking insane,” I mutter to myself. The wine glass is incredibly fucked, but I gaslight myself into thinking I maybe just took a few too many swigs without noticing before I went outside.

The alternative is too terrifying to think about.

I fill the glass up again, then sit down on the couch, kicking my feet up onto the table. Turning the TV on, I quickly flip through different streaming services until I find what I’m looking for, but just then, the TV turns off again.

I groan, pressing the button again and again and again, but it stays turned off. I’m about to go check the TV itself when suddenly all the lights shut off in a flash.

I startle, standing and looking around, terrified. It’s completely quiet, so silent I can hear my own heart beating hard in my chest.

Did the power go out? It must have, but I’ve never had that happen to me since I moved in here. And it’s not like there’s a storm outside, it’s completely calm and silent, so silent it’s somehow more terrifying than if it were pouring rain and thundering outside.

Still, it had to be the circuit breaker, which incidentally is located in the basement.

Fantastic.

Slowly, I creep towards the basement, making sure to turn on my phone’s flashlight. I probably should call the police, seeing as there have been three signs that someone is in my house now, but I’m too scared that I’m wrong.

Instead, I yell out, “I’ve called the police!” as I make my way down the rickety steps leading to the cold basement.

I shiver, again being reminded of my outfit exposing so much skin, but it’s too late to change my mind. I creep downstairs, trying not to make too much noise, then round the corner towards where the breaker is.

Still shivering from the cold and the fear, I open the breaker, but just as I’m about to turn the power back on, I feel a solid mass press into me from behind.

“You should be very, very quiet, darling,” a deep voice mutters into my ear.

Dominic.

I almost break our roleplay, that’s how scary he’s made this entire situation, but instead, I lean into the fear and let it drive me deeper.

I whimper, trying to scream and run, but he slams a gloved hand over my mouth and presses the cold barrel of a gun into my side. It’s not real, but tell that to my brain. It feels real, like it could go off any second and end me.

“Please,” I try to beg, but it gets muffled. He’s pressing so hard it hurts my teeth, and all I can do is grab onto his thick forearm in a desperate attempt to get loose.

“Shh,” he coos. “It’s useless to resist, baby. Now be a good girl and do as I tell you.”

He waits for me to nod, and after a deep, raggedy breath, I do.

“Good. Turn the lights back on.”

I do as I’m told, flipping the relevant switches so the lights go back on in the house. The basement remains dark, though.

“Such a good girl,” he praises into my ear, making me shiver. “Now slowly bring your hands behind your back.”

I obey, blood turning hot when I feel him hard behind me. He’s dressed in jeans and a hoodie, making me feel so damn exposed next to him.

“If you scream, I’ll smack you. Do you understand?” I rapidly nod, and he removes his hand from my mouth to grab something from his back pocket.

I cringe as I feel the cold metal of handcuffs slapping around my wrists. “Please,” I whimper. “Please don’t do this. Let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

He finishes fastening the cuffs, tightening them so much they pinch my skin. His hand then goes to my hair, gripping tight and pulling it until I shriek. “Keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, little girl, or I’ll shut it for you.”

I grit my teeth as I nod, the pain overwhelming, and I breathe out when he finally loosens his grip. His hand travels to my front, his gun still pressed against my side, as he gropes and pinches my breasts.

“Please stop,” I beg again, but he doesn’t even acknowledge me. The feel of his palm and fingers playing with my breasts and tugging my nipples brings heat to between my legs.

After a minute of this, he finally stops. “We’re going upstairs to your bedroom. If you’re smart, you won’t try to run.”

I nod, but even as I do, I’m formulating plans of how to get away from him.

He grabs my elbow, slowly leading me to the stairs then up and up until we make it to the living room.

I’ve been quietly letting him lead me up, but now, I bolt. I tear my arm out of his grip as I run to the front door, but my hands are cuffed behind my back and I can’t get the damn door unlocked.

I try my hardest, whimpering with fear as Dominic slowly approaches me with a lethal grin on his face. When I just can’t get a grip on the thing, I back away into the door. “Please, no,” I whimper out, feeling pathetic and terrified.

“Such a silly little thing, aren’t you?” he mocks, gripping me tightly by my hair again. “You think you can escape so easily?”

I shake my head, desperate to do the right thing to make him let me go.

He doesn’t respond, instead calmly dragging me towards the stairs. I can do nothing to resist, handcuffed and with his firm grip dragging me by my hair. We make our way up the stairs, then he all but tosses me into our bedroom, locking the door behind him.

He places his gun on the dresser drawer, then prowls towards me, slamming me against the wall with his hands gripping my shoulders tight. He doesn’t give me a second to breathe before his mouth comes crashing against mine.

I wasn’t expecting it, so at first I pucker my lips, but I soon give in, opening my mouth to let his tongue inside. I moan as he licks my tongue, exploring inside my mouth like he’s waited years to do so. He groans at the feel of me, his hands moving down to my waist, and I wish I could touch him right now.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he orders suddenly against my lips, pushing me down.

“Please don’t,” I beg again, even though I want him in my mouth more than I want my next breath.

He grips my hair once he’s unzipped himself. I can see his hard length twitching in his black boxers, making my mouth water. “I told you to be fucking quiet.” He rips his boxers down in one motion, his cock springing free. “Now be a good girl and swallow my cock.”

I can do nothing but obey, letting him part my lips with his head. His pre-come floods my senses, the salty taste making me moan as he pushes deeper and deeper until he’s at the back of my throat. I gag, searing pain shooting through my body as I thrash against the metal handcuffs, only making them bite into my wrists further.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That damn mouth of yours.”

I can’t breathe without gagging, but after a minute, I have to take a breath. I gag, doubling over as he pulls out to let me breathe a little. “Please, I can’t…”

He places a few fingers under my chin, tilting my face up so I have to look at him. “What was that?”

I repeat what I said, and his eyes soften just a little. “Give me a colour, baby,” he orders softly, checking in with me.

“Green,” I instantly reply. It hurts to breathe right now, but the pain just makes me that much more desperate for him to fuck me. How can I be anywhere but in the green?

He grins wide. “Good. Now get back to it. I’m losing my patience.” Even as he says it, I know he wouldn’t hesitate to stop if I safeworded, but I’m nowhere near the point where I feel the need to.

And so I open my mouth, letting him push inside again. I moan around his length, and he thankfully doesn’t push as far inside this time. He allows me space to breathe and to use my tongue to lick at his smooth, warm skin, making him feel as good as I can while he uses me.

I can feel myself pulsing like crazy between my legs, the needy thrumming reminding me of how much I need him to touch me, but I ignore it. Giving Dominic pleasure is enough to make me feel good, after all, and so I focus entirely on him and his pleasure alone.

“There you go,” he coos as I lick under his cock. “Such a good little slut.”

I bob my head up and down for minutes longer until he finally pulls out. I breathe heavily, hair messy and drool running down my chin. He yanks me up by my upper arm, steadying me while his other hand dips to beneath my skirt.

I groan as he presses against the damp fabric. “Such a little slut, aren’t you? Getting wet from a man breaking into your home and using you…” He clicks his tongue. “Should I do something about this?”

“Yes,” I immediately rush out. “Please.”

He chuckles affectionately, pulling something out from behind his back. My heart stops beating in my chest as I see what he has in his hand.

A knife.

He flicks the pocketknife open, holding it in clear view of me while he grips the hem of my shirt in one hand. “You better stay very still for me right now, darling.”

He waits until I nod my understanding, then in one, smooth motion, tears my shirt in two. I gasp, feeling my breasts exposed to the open air. Dominic doesn’t wait for long before leaning down, sucking a stiff nipple into his mouth.

I moan when his tongue swirls around it, electricity shooting down to my aching clit. I’m close to begging him to touch it, but I think I’d actually die if he stops sucking my nipple into his mouth.

After a moment, he stops, making me groan in frustration, but it quickly dies away as he kisses me once before grabbing me by the elbow and pulling me towards the bed. He pushes me onto it, bending me over so my ass is up high in the air at the end of the bed and my face is stuffed against the mattress. My face is wet from tears and drool, and my hair is a mess, but I can do nothing to rectify that.

He comes up behind me, flipping my skirt up and kneading my ass in his palms. He slaps me a few times, making me yelp, and he chuckles. “I know you like that, baby.”

I nod, not even sure if he can see me, but I lose all ability to care when he rips my panties down my legs, letting them pool around my bent knees.

His fingers begin spreading my wetness around my pussy, and he groans. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Yes,” I gasp out, backing into him to get his calloused fingers closer. Deeper.

“What a needy little cunt,” he says, slapping it. I shriek in surprise, but the pain just brings me so much higher. “You wanna come?”

I do, but not before he fucks me until I scream. I shake my head. “Please, please, please fuck me.”

He chuckles. “You look so fucking good like this, you know that? Bent over and exposed, begging for my cock inside your tight pussy.” He sticks two fingers inside me for emphasis, making me moan. “You want me to fuck you? To make you come all over my cock?”

“God, yes,” I moan into the mattress, and he finally, fucking finally, pulls his fingers out and pushes himself inside me.

It’s a tight fit, one we both moan at. I feel every inch of him pushing inside me like he’s prying apart a log, and I can’t get enough. He doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out, and I clench, feeling impossibly full and turned on for him.

He leans forward, gripping my hair while his other hand grips the crease between my hip and my thigh. “God, you’re so tight,” he groans, twitching inside me.

And then he begins thrusting. Slow and careful at first, clearly wanting this to last as long as possible. I moan with each slow thrust, but I want more. I need more.

“Harder, please,” I beg, and he chuckles, obliging. He goes deeper, pushing harder with each thrust, though his speed remains the same. “God…”

“You take me so well, my good girl,” he praises, and I nod, warmth crashing over me at his soothing words. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.”

His speed increases, just a bit. He pulls my hair tighter, and I feel so owned in this moment that I can barely hold on to my sanity. He makes me delirious with the way he takes me, the way he pulls my hair, and I feel myself buzzing with arousal low in my stomach.

He begins trailing his hand from my hip to between my legs, to right above where we’re joined, rubbing my clit with deft fingers. His thick, calloused fingers rub my wetness around my clit in slow, torturous circles. I moan loudly at all the pleasure he’s forcing me to feel, and I know I’m on the edge.

“Please, can I come?” I beg, knowing he won’t let me without me asking for permission first.

“Not yet, baby,” he says, and I groan. “Hold on a little longer for me, okay?” His words are breathy and ragged, clearly showing his restraint. He wants to finish inside me, but he’s holding himself back to make this last longer, to maximise our pleasure as much as possible.

Even though I want to come now, I nod like a good girl, and he gives me words of praise. He bottoms out after a minute, pausing. “I’m going to come inside you,” he explains, and I nod desperately. “Only then will you be allowed to come. Do you understand?”

Yes,” I gasp, nodding.

“Good girl,” he praises, thrusts quickening again.

Since I can’t come until he does, he’s unrestrained. His thrusts are hard and fast, using me for his pleasure like I’m his to play with. I can’t get enough of it, and I moan and gasp desperately as he fucks me into the mattress. He’s so consuming and so everywhere that all I feel is him and his cock tearing me apart.

With a desperate moan of my name, Dominic finishes inside me, pushing himself all the way inside while he buckles over. I moan too when I feel him spilling inside me, filling me up with him.

“Please don’t pull out,” I beg. I want him inside me when I come, and right now, I need my orgasm more than I’ve needed anything.

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, baby.” His fingers return to my clit, rubbing steady circles while he gives me words of praise and affirmation, and it doesn’t take long before I shatter.

I stuff my face into the mattress as I cry out, but he pulls my hair to force my scream into the air. It fills the room, just like the pleasure fills me until I think I might actually come apart at the seams. It courses through my veins, boiling my blood and making me moan louder and louder until it finally subsides.

I slump against the bed when he pulls out of me, resting my head against the mattress, exhausted.

Dominic rounds the bed, crouching and wiping my face clean of moisture and hair. “You okay?” he asks, and I nod. “You were so good tonight,” he praises, and I smile.

“I didn’t expect you to be in the basement shutting off the lights,” I admit. It had heightened my fear something fierce, though.

He chuckles. “I knew it’d scare you and lead you to where I could ambush you.”

I nod as he stands, uncuffing me and letting me rub my sore wrists. He helps me stand, kissing my forehead and placing his large hands on my waist. “God, you’re beautiful like this. All messed up after I fuck you.”

My cheeks heat, but I smile proudly at him. “So, can we do this again?” My mind is already running wild with thoughts of similar scenarios we could try in future, my pussy already clenching at the images running through my mind.

He grins. “I’ve already planned out the next time.”

That surprises me. “What…what’s next time?”

“You’ll see soon, darling.”

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