Created for u/leadzealousideal6678 from our chats... Proceed with caution. Male dom, noncon, V2M, threats of violence, facefuck, bribery, use of force, all within. If you don't likey, you're on the wrong profile. If you want to share anywhere, all I ask is that you link my profile. Getting you off gets me off.

-Izz

I'd been watching you for almost too long. You'd gotten so used to me, I was now just one of those guys who came in the shop. You'd even seen me around town, outside of work, and said hi. I usually responded with a cheery wave... and then I'd slyly turn and watch your hips sashay up the street.

I'd been watching you a for almost too long, lurking around the cafe where you work. It's nothing special... the coffee is bang average, and I'm usually a caffeine nazi... the food passes but you wouldn't pay more for it. It's nothing special... but you are. Long Blonde hair, standing just slightly shorter than me, sparkling blue eyes that mirrored my own, that I had rather creepily pointed out could make you my daughter, and how I'd "take care of you" if you were. But there was something else... something about you that screamed virgin... and as soon as that penny had dropped, I knew I HAD to be the one to snatch that from you... whether you wanted me to or not.

I'd been watching you for almost too long... When the day came. That Tuesday had started as any other for you on the late shift. You'd sloped into work some 20 minutes before your shift started for a bite and a coffee... there had to be some positives to working here, right... and chatted and joked with your colleagues for a bit. I didn't come in then. I just sat outside in my car, making sure you turned up at exactly the time you should.
Eight hours later... twelve minutes before the place closed, I crossed the street outside. Hung around on the corner. Where I've watched you come and go from a hundred times. Seven minutes before closing time. You and the supervisor were just clearing up when I walked in and sloped over to the counter.

"Hey Bella..." My Yorkshire twang was unmistakable. Especially here.

"Oh. Hi Izz." You tried to stretch a smile, but it died on your face. Not because it was me, but because it was the end of the shift. You'd places to go. People to see. A shift that ends in a little over six minutes.

"I know it's late, but it's been a day. Fix me a coffee?"

"You'll have to get it to take out." The supervisor in the back could hear everything. I grinned, but it was a pained grimace, more than a smile. Considerably older than you, and slightly dad-bodied, although you knew already from previous conversations I had no kids. 'That I know of!' I'd joked. Then the creepy comment about you being young and pretty enough to be my daughter that had winged it's way clear over your head.

"It's Ok." the words were strained, shouted to the back. "I can't stand those fucking paper cups." As I stood and turned, the weight of the world looked heavy on my shoulders.

"Wait..." You stopped me. I knew you would. Counted on it. Such a caring soul. And here I was using that against you.

Cry me a river.

I'm a fucking monster.

"Just a coffee?" You quizzed.

"Just a coffee." The smile had genuine... or rather very well faked... warmth.

"Fuck it." You responded. "One cappuccino coming up. Two sugars?"

"You know it." Truth be told in good coffee, I have none. "Best coffee in town." I lied as your supervisor, Mike, stuck his head out from the kitchen. "Hey Mike." There's that cheery smile and wave again.

"You sure, Bella?"

"Yeah MIke." You were already at the coffee machine. "I got this. Go home. Say hi to the wife for me."

"Well... if you're sure." He put the keys down on the end of the counter. He was attempting to look like he cared, but he was hoping you'd just say it's fine.

"It's fine." You rarely disappoint. Watching the way you move as you serve up my cappuccino, I knew you weren't going to disappoint me.

"Well... If you're staying, at least put those new cups away for me. In the kitchen." Mike heads for the door.

"Will do. See you tomorrow, Mike."

"See you, Mike." He stops at my voice, as though he's heard something there. For a moment I think I've fucked it all up... but after glaring at me for a half a minute he turns on his heel.

"Tomorrow, Bella." And with that he's gone. The last obstacle to my getting what I wanted vanished as that door dropped shut. Had he stayed a while longer your day would have ended very, very differently.

"So... your day?" you're placing the cappuccino down in front of me. My mind is already racing ahead to what's coming next.

"Yeah... not the best." Back in the moment, I take my mug with a strained smile. "But I don't want to bore you with the details." It would only be later that you realise I haven't given you any details. Literally the only thing you know about me is I don't have any kids. You don't even know my name, just that I like to be called Izz.

"Besides, I think you have some cups to put away." I smirked.

"Yeah. Lucky me." You smiled back. Warm. Friendly. Caring.

I'm a fucking monster.

In my mind, those lips, that pretty young mouth, were already crying for me to stop. Large hands for a shorter guy lifted the cup to my lips as blue eyes watched your hips sashay once more, this time along the counter, towards the kitchen door. I looked back up to your head just in time as you turned and smiled once more. The fingers of the other hand ran through short, brown hair atop a square brow. I returned the smile as I quietly slipped my shoes off my feet, out of sight behind the counter, to allow me to move around without alerting you. You disappeared through the kitchen door.

"You still didn't tell me what you do, Izz." you yelled from inside the kitchen. I was already at the end of the counter, picking up the keys.

"Oh, it's nothing really fun. I don't wanna to bore you." Always the same answer. The key found its home.

"No... really... what do you do?"

"I come here and drink coffee." Slowly... slowly... almost inaudible click. Got it.

"Ok, smart arse." You laughed. "Keep your secrets" I dropped the keys into one of the plant-pots, out of sight but near the door in case I needed to make a quick exit. I don't say a word as I cross to the kitchen door, pulling off my tie.

"Izz?" You call. Still not a word. "You still there?" I step to the side of the door. "Honestly, if you've gone and left me without saying anything..." The kitchen door swings open... and is immediately propelled back into you by a solid kick. Even though your hands were still up from pushing the door in the first place, the unexpected impact sends you reeling back into the kitchen, crashing into one of the counters, bent backwards over it. You don't have time to regain your senses before I'm upon on you.

"Oh Bella! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there" The words sound sincere enough in your clouded mind but something - my tie - is being passed around your neck, and looped tight. I'm stood between your legs, leaning over you pushing you down into the counter. Something else, something hot and hard is pressing up against your stomach. "I'm so, so sorry. Are you Ok?" The tie is yanked taught again, pulling your head up off the kitchen counter. It's enough to clear the cobwebs from your head as you're flipped onto your stomach on the counter, bent over it.

That same hard, hot thing presses into the flesh of your ass. You know what it is now. You start to struggle.
"I'm so sorry." Your arms are pulled behind your back, and expertly pinned by one large hand. In a less terrified state, you'd maybe appreciate the skill, yet at the same time the panic would have kicked in as you realised it just means I've done this before. More than once. "But I have to have you." My tone has changed notably, my voice a low growl. "I know what you are..." The ends of the tie are securely fastened to each wrist. Looped around your neck like that and tied off to your wrists, all your struggling does is pull the loop tighter, choking you. "You're a filthy little slut."

"No..." you whimper. What is going on?

"Yes. A filthy tart who's desperate to be used by old men." A hand slides up your left thigh, over the denier of your tights. You squirm. Struggle more. The more you pull against my tie the tighter it fastens around your neck the more it chokes you... You attempt to jam your legs closed, to stop the invading hand by any means, only to find them held open by a knee.

"No... please..." The invader is at the crotch of your tights now. My other hand reaches up and presses your head into the cold steel of the counter, rough fingers fish-hooking your mouth.

"Shush baby... we both know it's true" Busy fingers run the length of your slit, up to your arse and back over your tights and panties. "You're a virgin slut, just waiting to be used."

How. The fuck. Can I know that? Your mind reels. Have you said something? Is there a virgin look you're unwittingly wearing? Does it say it under your fucking name on your CV? Bella The Virgin Slut?
You're pulled back to reality by my tugging at your tights. The crotch gives way easily enough.

"Please, Izz." You try to say around my fingers. What comes out is a groan and drool.

"Shush baby. Be a good girl for me, and you can enjoy this too..." I coo. The fingers of my other hand have found their way through the hole in your tights, and two press the soft white cotton of your underwear into your most sensitive of places. "You are a good girl, aren't you?" You writhe. How the hell do I know exactly what buttons to push, what to say? "And you're so wet. You want this too." I cup your pussy, middle two fingers laid the length of your slit, other two outside. My hand moves almost imperceptibly. You squirm into the cold steel of the worktop, trying your best to deny it. In truth, it doesn't matter if you are or not, I've already convinced you that your cunt is dripping, your body betraying you. "You are a going to be a good girl for me, aren't you, Bellla?" There's malice in my voice now. The fingers fish-hooking your face yank your head to look up at me. You screw your eyes closed, crying around my hand. "Look at me, Bella." You don't open your eyes. "I said FUCKING LOOK AT ME." The sudden yell is aggressive. Still shuddering from sobbing, you slowly open your eyes. "There's a good girl. I don't want to hurt you, Bella. I want to make you feel good." The hand between your legs is moving again. "I want to hear you moan and show you what you've been missing out on. Maybe even breed you." I can feel the lump in your throat. If the fingers in your mouth weren't cutting it off, you'd scream. The other hand moves faster. You squirm more. Suddenly it's like I'm like a total stranger, not the nice, gentle, if a little weird, older guy you thought you knew. Manic. Crazy. As if possessed. "Be a good girl for me Bella." Your panties are pulled to the side. You kick out. The hand holding your head slams it back down onto the counter. "Be a good girl for me... Bella." This time, it's a growled order. "And I won't hurt you." Rough fingertips trace your lower lips. Flesh on flesh contact for the first time. It's like a bolt of lightening runs up your spine. It terrifies you... and it excites you, all at the same time. You try to deny it as expert fingers caress your pussy, outer lips first before parting them and sliding along underneath you to circle your clit. You try to tell me to stop again, to beg, to plead... but the words catch in your throat as my thumb traces around your entrance.

You've got off with someone before, I'm sure... been touched up if not ever actually gone all the way... but this is different. This feels wrong. Bad. An violation of your bodily autonomy. All those things you know you should hate... and in spite of yourself you find you are positively throbbing on my hand. At least that's what I'm telling you. "Look at you, bucking your hips on my hand like you're in heat. You want this."
You fucking don't. Or do you? You don't know anymore. Your body clearly isn't the only thing I'm playing with right now. The gaslighting continues as I carry on playing with my new favourite toy. I could just slide my fingers into you... but that ruins the whole show. I didn't go to all this trouble to finger you. No. The first thing that gets to taste that tight little cunt will be my cock. And on some level you probably already know it.
I finally allow my hand to slip up your slit, over your ass, having stimulated you for what feels like an hour. In reality, it's barely been a few minutes. You are wet now. I don't have to gaslight you any more. Eventually, your body takes over to protect itself and in doing so it quashes your minds resistance. The naked side of your ass takes a firm squeeze under your skirt, which is then forced up over your hips to reveal my prize. Finally, your head no longer pinned, you can speak

"Izz... let me go... please... I won't tell anyone." you beg as your tights are ripped fully open, almost torn from your body. Your words fall on deaf ears, as the crotch of your underwear is similarly ripped apart. You feel the cool air of the kitchen on your now exposed pussy and ass, and choke back the tears, trying to plead with me once more. "Izz, please... I..." Your head is suddenly bounced off the counter and pinned once more - the intention clearly to shut you up. It doesn't work. You start to sob uncontrollably as you feel me unbuckle my belt. I keep my hips pressed into your ass to pin you to the counter, prevent any attempt to escape, as loop my belt around your forehead and pull the buckle into that thick blonde hair. A leash to go with the collar I already made you from my tie.

The hand pinning your head takes the leash and your already bound wrists, and my weight it is pushed through them into your back, lifting me over you as my free hand pushes my pants off my hips. The hard, hot sensation from before returns, this time much more intense, between your legs. You shriek and try to buck, but I have you pressed down into that counter - you're going nowhere.

"Please please please" you repeat as you feel the tip of my cock nestling against your entrance.

"Shhhh. I'll make this quick so it doesn't hurt much, ok?" My voice is soft once more, but I'm not standing on ceremony . You haven't even processed the fact that this is probably the exact opposite of what is going to happen before I slam my hips forward, immediately burying over half my length in your virgin hole. Something tears, then snaps, inside. The pain is exquisite. For me, anyway. For you, I imagine it's somewhat less pleasant - an impression reinforced by the howl of pain you let out as I slam into you again... and again... each time forcing myself a little deeper. "Fuck you're tight. You're doing so good, baby." The vocal torment resumes. With each thrust of my hips, each invasion into your most private of parts, a little more of your fight leaves you. "It's been so long since I made love with a virgin." Savage, brutal thrusts, each punctuated by a defeated whine from you. This isn't what making love is supposed to look like... is it? You don't know anymore. I pull your "leash" to lift you from the counter, force you to arch your back, allowing me to press even deeper into your, until very recently, untouched cunt. "Fuck Bella..." my balls slap off your pussy. "You're even better than I imagined." Again. Long, slow, hard thrusts now, as you're made to take every millimetre of me. "Such a good little slut for me, aren't you?" You couldn't answer if you wanted to. You can't form words anymore. One hand grips your ass firmly whilst the other holds your leash, the only thing holding you up, as I pound into you... but I'm slowing down. I want to make this last.

"Are you going to cum for me, Bella?" Shit. What did I have to go and say that for. "You know you want to." You know you don't. You're not going to give him that. Give me that. Give your rapist... that... But now that the suggestion is in your head... A warm, fuzzy feeling starts to build up inside.

The hand from your ass slips around to your front, groping a tit over your thin, uniform polo. "I'm not going to cum until you do, Bella." Why do I have to keep talking... can't I just fuck you and get it over with. "I just want you to feel as good as you're making me feel." The hand's inside your top now, pushing your bra up. The fingers are still warm and wet from playing with you before. "Listen to you moaning like a good slut for me." You're not. Are you? Another long, slow thrust seems to hit all the right spots. You are moaning... shit. That fuzzy feeling seems to stretch from your pussy to the pit of your stomach. "Go on Bella... cum for me." Why won't I just shut up and get it over with? Butterflies in your stomach as a nipple is twisted and pulled. The head of my cock trails up the inside front wall of your pussy again. This time... she bites back. You start to spasm around me. Nothing you can do about it.

"No..." you manage to groan between thrusts. "Please... no..." but you can't

fight it forever... and now I've found the pace and the place. The hand under your top slips down your front, between your legs. No playing this time, your swollen pussy lips already parted, two fingers go straight to your clit, drawing circles around and around it, matching the pace of my thrusts.

"Cum for me. Cum for me or I'll make this last all night."

No no no no no no. Your heads swimming. The stimulation is too much. Your breath stops in your throat, mouth opens in a silent scream... then a flash of pleasure, then another, then another, at the top of each thrust. Your will snaps. Your back arches of its own accord. Your vocabulary becomes limited just one word.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck" between spasms as you shake and squirm on the counter. At the same time, your pussy clamps down on my cock like a vice. A hot, wet, pulsating vice. You were tight before. Now it feels like your pussy is trying to snap my cock in half. I can't even manage a proper thrust anymore. I just stand there, my cock buried deep inside you, your cunt milking me through your orgasm as I continue to toy with your clit. Slower now. More deliberately, coaxing the last bit of pleasure out of your orgasm.

Your legs shake and buckle, your breath rattles from your throat. "Bastard." The single word, more whispered than spoken, pulls a snort of derision from me.

"Well if you're going to be like that after I give you the orgasm of your life, you can help me clean up."

You wonder what I mean, but you won't have to consider it long. My hard cock is pulled from your cunt, with a delightfully lewd squelching sound. It's only now you realise how perfectly I filled you, your gaping hole seems to be gasping for air from the beating she just took. I spin you around, and pull you up from the counter by your hair, before pushing you to your knees. So that's what I meant. You'd fight, but your legs are still shaking, you've no strength back yet. Instead, you clamp your mouth shut, glowering at me. "Open your mouth." You scowl at the expected words, but don't fall for the old porn trope of trying to say something only to have my cock shoved down your throat instead.

"I'll make this real easy for you. I'm going to cum. It will be in one of your holes. If it's not your mouth, it's going to be your ass." Your eyes widen. Thought that'd get your attention. "Now..." A hand winds through your hair, yanking your head backwards from by the scalp. "Open your whore mouth."

You close your eyes, and slowly do as you're told.

"If you bite me, I'll rape your ass with a rolling pin. Put out your tongue." Your arms are still bound. You're kneeling in an expanding puddle of your own fluids. A slap across the face removes your last ounce of resistance. You put out your little pink tongue.

“Good slut. See. You can follow orders.” My cock is presented to you. The cock that just brought you to a shuddering orgasm. The cock that’s still glistening with your juices. The cock that just took your virginity. The cock of your rapist. That last thought sends a little shiver of a reminder along your spine. “Lick it.” You scowl. “If you make me repeat myself again I’m going to rape your ass. DO. IT.” You glare at me throughout, but you timidly lick around the head of my cock. “Your cunt doesn’t taste that bad.” I tease. “Good girl. Now suck it.” Gingerly, your lips wrap around the head of my cock. “No teeth.” Your face again stretches into a scowl. “Good girl… you made the mess. You clean it up.” You just want this over now. You start to suck, even bobbing your head a little. You manage to get a couple of inches in your mouth, much to my disdain.“Try harder.” you stop, the head of my cock between your lips. A hand winds its way into those blond locks again. I grip the back of your head, and push your face towards my groin, at the same time as my hips push forward to meet your mouth. You manage about four, four and a half inches before my cock hits the back of your throat and you gag. I force your mouth a little further down my shaft and hold you there…

It’s probably not even ten seconds, but it feels like an eternity. I ease the pressure, letting you come up for a breath, but not all the way up. I ensure you keep at least the head of my cock beyond your lips. “You could be pretty good at this if you tried.” You look up at me, cock still in your mouth, contrary to the defiance still burning in your eyes. My free hand joins its brother in your hair and your head is pushed down my length again. Again until you gag, then a little further. But this time the release comes sooner, but is short lived. I thrust my hips forward again almost instantly pushing my cock back into your throat… and a little more. Much like I did your pussy, this continues until you’re taking almost my full length. “You’re such a good girl, Bella.” I coo, as your drool runs down my shaft and balls, dripping off to join the pool between your legs. By this point, it’s less blow job more facefuck, your head pinned to the counter behind you by both hands, my hips providing the motion, your throat providing a lurid “gluck gluck gluck” with each pump. You’ve found a way to breathe between thrusts. A survival necessity. It’s not like you have a choice. The rhythm of my hips picks up pace. “Fuck. I thought your pussy was good… I’m going to cum, Bella.”

You’re not entirely sure why I warn you, but I don’t last long after I do. You feel it before you taste it, my cock pulsing upwards. Any thought of not swallowing is banished as I bury my full length in your mouth and throat, holding your head down by your hair. It’s swallow or vomit as I pump rope after rope of hot spunk directly into your throat, hold you down on my cock by your hair. My legs take their turn to shake, my rhythm destroyed by the pleasure sweeping through me I just hold you there… you can’t breathe, you can’t escape… you can’t believe your first time ended like this… 

When your eyes flicker open you’re laid on the cafe kitchen floor. I’m propped up on one elbow, laid beside you, now fully dressed, watching something on a phone. 

“That was awesome. I can’t wait until we can do that again.” Your eyes go wide. What the hell am I talking about? I spin the phone around. It’s only now you realise it's your phone, and on the screen, sent from an unknown number, is a gif playing on a loop. A gif of your head bobbing up and down. On the counter behind you sits your ID… complete with your address. “Good girl” I’m saying on the clip. “You made the mess. You clean it up.” Your head starts bobbing faster. The caption “VIP service at Bella’s” appears. Watching it, fear and hate well up inside you…  “Don’t worry. I didn’t post it anywhere yet.” I smirk. “And I won’t, as long as you remember you’re mine now.” I lift myself from the floor. “Don’t wear panties to work tomorrow. You won’t need them” I give you a light kiss on the forehead. “See you around closing time?”