It’s late, and the moon hangs low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned mansion. The air is thick with the scent of decay and something more primal, something that makes my heart race. I’m here because I’m drawn to the mystery, and now it’s just you and me, alone in this forsaken place. The tension is palpable, almost a living entity between us.

I step cautiously through the grand entrance, the creak of the door echoing through the empty halls. The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows on the walls, making the mansion feel alive with secrets. I turn a corner and there you are, standing in the shadows, your eyes meeting mine with a mix of curiosity and something darker.

I approach you, my steps slow and deliberate, the rustle of my dress the only sound breaking the silence. You watch me with an intensity that makes my skin tingle. “You shouldn’t be here,” you say, your voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

I smile, a slow, knowing smile. “Neither should you.”

You step closer, the heat of your body radiating towards me. “What are you looking for?” you ask, your eyes roaming over me, making me feel exposed even though I’m fully clothed.

“Something... forbidden,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper.

You chuckle, a deep, throaty sound that makes my knees weak. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Before I can respond, you grab my wrist, pulling me into a hidden room behind a dusty bookshelf. The sudden aggression makes my heart pound, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me. You push me against the wall, your body pinning me in place, your lips inches from mine.

“You want to know the secrets hidden in this mansion?” you murmur, your breath hot against my ear. “I’ll show you, but it’s going to cost you.”

I swallow hard, my mind racing with the possibilities. “What do you want?”

You smirk, your hand sliding down my body, stopping at the hem of my dress. “Everything.”

You lift my dress, your fingers tracing the skin of my thighs, making me gasp. Your touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure through me. You push my legs apart, your eyes darkening with desire. “Spread your legs,” you command, and I comply, my cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and excitement.

You kneel down, your face inches from my core, and I can feel your hot breath on my skin. You reach into your pocket, pulling out a small, powerful vibrator. My eyes widen, but I don’t protest. I know better than to argue with you.

You press the vibrator against my clit, the sudden sensation making me jerk and moan. You chuckle, a dark, satisfied sound. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling helpless and exposed?”

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps as you tease me, bringing me to the edge but not letting me fall. You love seeing me like this, vulnerable and begging. You pull the vibrator away just as I’m about to come, making me whimper in frustration.

“Please,” I beg, my voice a desperate whine. “Please, I need to come.”

You laugh, a cruel, mocking sound. “Not yet. You need to earn it.”

You switch tactics, using your fingers to explore me, your touch rough and demanding. You push two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that makes me see stars. I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily as you fuck me with your fingers, your eyes locked on mine.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, you stop, pulling your fingers out and smirking at my desperate, pleading expression. “You want more? You’ll have to work for it.”

You stand up, unbuttoning your shirt slowly, letting me watch as you reveal your body inch by inch. My eyes are glued to you, my arousal almost palpable. When you’re finally naked, you press me against the wall, grinding against me, letting me feel how hard you are.

“You’re going to make me come,” you whisper, your lips brushing against mine. “And then, maybe, I’ll let you.”

You kiss me hard, your tongue invading my mouth, as you reach down and guide yourself into me. I groan into your mouth, the sensation overwhelming. You thrust into me hard and fast, your hands gripping my hips, your moans mingling with mine.

I’m helpless beneath you, unable to do anything but take what you give me. You use me, your pleasure the only thing that matters. And when you finally let yourself come, it’s with a growl that echoes through the mansion, your body shuddering with the force of it.

I’m not far behind, my own release ripping through me as you milk every last drop from me. We collapse together, both of us panting and sweaty, the room filled with the scent of sex and something more dangerous.

You lean in, your lips brushing against my ear. “You’re mine now,” you murmur. “And don’t you forget it.”

I can only nod, my body still buzzing with aftershocks. This is only the beginning, and we both know it’s going to be a wild ride. But neither of us would have it any other way.

Kinks: rough sex, bondage, orgasm control, edging, humiliation, power play, huge cocks, creampies, free use, face fucking, forced orgasms, breeding

Limits: toilet play, vomit, ass to mouth, pet play, odors/musk, smegma, f/f

If you’re into the idea of a twisted, taboo power dynamic filled with dark desires and forbidden pleasure, hit me up. Let’s make this fantasy a reality.

P.S. I write in third person, past tense, and my length is flexible. Slide into my DMs and let’s get this story started.