CHAPTER 9: THE GREEN RIBBON (4)

THEMES: Break- in fantasy, Truth or Dare Confession, Obsessed stalker, Masked Identity, Consensual Non Consent.

KINKS: Knife play, light BDSM, Choking/Breath play, Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Sex toys, Orgasm denial, Dirty Talk, Praise kink, Voyeuristic tension, Double Temperature play.

He strokes my clit again, pinching it every two seconds with the edge of the knife.

"Oh Goddddd," I whimper, shuddering as my hips start to roll internally.

He's been going at this for minutes now, alternating between pressing the cold and hot part of the knife on me.

... Switching frequently between fast and slow strokes, firm presses and gentle ones, and long strokes of the knife on my clit.

... And slow circular rubs.

I'm about to loose my mind.

I can't take anymore, I'm going to use my save word.

I'm going to-------

Suddenly he strokes my clit again, but unlike before he does it in a slow short stroke.

... Then he pinches and presses down on my clit hard with both the cold and slightly hotter than warm side of the knife.

"Ohhh my Gofddddc oh fFUCKKK Harryh ahhhh!"

My hips grind into my bedsheets roughly, and I cum suddenly and roughly, stealing my entire breath from me.

My belly clenches hard, my legs tremble badly as I convulse, cum flooding out of me so much that I feel like I'm pissing myself.

It goes on for some seconds, which feels like an eternity with my hands pulled taut by the time above me and my entire back and thighs arched up in a curve.

I must have screamed so loudly because when I fall back to the bed, my breathing is hoarse and I don't have the voice to speak.

I can only hum roughly and gulp down some air, my hands giving one small, weak tug at my binds, and my legs giving a sudden jerk and tremble before resting back on the bed.

A second or two pass, and I give an involuntary jerk when he presses a kiss to my inner thighs one at a time.

"You squirt so beautifully."

I squirted?

I've never... I've never done that.

His lips leave my thigh then, and I don't feel his touch again for what feels like a couple of minutes.

But I don't worry too much about it, I'm still busy catching my breath which was only just began steadying.

"You know," he says.

"I still haven't punished you for not waiting for me."

That has me shuddering, oh my goodness, I thought he had punished me for that already.

That's why he spanked me right?

“Do want to be taken?” He asks and I jolt, shivering in delight as I realise that his masked face is hovering just above mine.

I gulp and nod, "Yes," my voice sounding so rough and breathless even as i say it.

He doesn't say anything in response to that just yet, then he hums and lowers his head, moving it down to brush over the shell of my left ear.

“You’ll be punished first.”

I can only moan at that, my legs which had uselessly fallen limp now jerk in response to his voice.

“Open your mouth,” he tells me.

... And I do, parting my lips open for him, then something like a gag slips between my lips, feeling so rubbery and slick.

It tastes of leather, and I wonder what it is.

But strangely the thought of something weird and strange invading my mouth has me rubbing my legs together while he keeps pushing the object in.

Soon my mouth is fully stuffed with the strange object, and my moans become muffled into it, making me feel so... humiliated and wet.

Then suddenly something cold is pressed against my clit, and it begins buzzing... mercilessly.

Screaming into the gag, I arch off the bed, my whole body trembling as waves of ecstasy slam into me.

Then his gloved hand closes around my throat, cutting my breath short.

Beneath the blindfold, my eyes roll into the back of my head and my knees buckle, and he squeezed harder down on my throat

With the lack of oxygen in me, I start to fail, raising my legs to kick him off from me but seemed to have expected that because he pins half of his weight on my thighs, stopping them moving or closing.

I churtle, and just when I'm about to reach my breaking point, he withdraws his hand from my neck, moving it down to touch my pussy,... or so I thought.

He flicks a button on the vibrating toy that's half in my pussy, sending absolutely increased vibrating waves to run through my body then his hand clams down hard on my neck again, squeezing it roughly and tighter than before till I can't breathe at all.

Then I explode, my body shaking and convulsing as I buckle, pull and twist at my binds, moaning and muffle screaming in pleasure as I cum.

Finally he removed his hand, and I'm gasping, struggling for air when he flips me over to lay on my stomach, the long tie holding my wrists above me treacherously allowing the movement.

Then he spreads my knees wide and yanks the vibrator yanked away from my pussy, replacing with something hotter and thicker.

Is that... Is that his------?

Fuckkkkkkk!!!!

His cock drives into me in one merciless thrust and I choke on a scream, my body literally splitting wide as my cunt clenches desperately around him.

“Fuck, you feel like you were made for me,” he snarls through the modulator.

And I sob, the gag in my mouth still muffling my cries while body bucks as he pounds into me.

My tits bounce, my wrists strain against the rope, and every slap of his hips pushes me deeper into the mattress.

And as if that's not enough, he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, bringing a knife to rest on my bare throat.

Oh Goddddddddddddd!

I go to the clouds and come back down again all at once.

Feeling my very fantasy turning out just how I want it.

Oh fuck! Oh fuck!!! Ohhh fuckkkk!!!

I'm so happy, turned on and wet that I sob in contentment.

“Moan for me sweet thing. Let me hear what kind of slut begs for a knife at her throat while she's being fucked.”

Then he presses the blade flat under my jaw, so close to cutting my skin open that I get scared, and the full on fear drives me over to the very edge.

I come undone, squirting across his cock, and convulsing as he fucks me harder through it.

As his thrusts grow ragged, he leans in close, brushing his mask over my ear.

“This was my fantasy too,” he growls.

“I’ve been watching you, stalking you if you'll call it that, and I been waiting for the night you’d beg for the same thing I’ve dreamed about.”

I moan at that, shuddering as my orgasm rips through me again, hotter, wetter and more shameful than the first.

Then his knot of muscles tightens, and he spills inside me filling me with his hot thick cum until it drips down my thighs.

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When he pulls out, he unties me, removes the object which I still don't know it's name from my mouth, and sets my trembling body properly on the bed.

"I'll lock your door from outside and throw your key through the window okay?" He rasps and I nod, half hearing what he's saying.

... And he growls in response, causing me to let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and delight.

My body is sticky with sweat, cum, tears, and the ghostly touch of the knife’s kiss all over me.

... And when I finally come to, I peel the blindfold back from my eyes, gasping when I see that he’s already gone.

The mask, that voice, the sharp knife and... him.

I can't stop thinking about him and I shudder in post pleasure.

My body is so used, sated, and humming with exhaustion, but as sleep pulls me under, one thought hits me hard in my mind:

The masked man is someone I know and was at that dare tonight.

... Or should I say, last night.