ACCIDENTAL DOM

"Clothes off"

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The third night, Lucas didn’t waste any time with pleasantries.

The moment he stepped inside, he gave me one of those intense stares and said, “Bedroom. Clothes off. All of them.”

I gulped. “Straight to business, huh? No ‘hello, how was your day, chaos gremlin?’”

“Clothes. Off.”

I stripped faster than I’d ever stripped in my life, leaving everything in a messy pile on the floor. Completely naked, I stood there feeling extremely exposed while he watched me with that unreadable expression.

“This feels unfair,” I complained, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re still fully dressed and I’m standing here like a naked museum exhibit. I have rights, you know.”

Lucas ignored my whining and pulled out the big wand vibrator from his bag. My eyes widened.

“Oh no. Not that industrial-sized monster again,” I groaned. “Last time it tried to suck my soul out through my clit. I’m filing a formal complaint.”

“Against the wall,” he ordered, voice deep and calm.

I backed up until my bare back hit the cool surface. Lucas stepped close, towering over me. At 6’3” and 42, he made me feel ridiculously small.

“Arms above your head,” he said.

I raised them, still muttering. “This is ridiculous. I’m naked, cold, and now I look like I’m being arrested by a very attractive police officer who moonlights as a grumpy software engineer.”

He pressed the wide head of the wand directly against my bare clit and turned it on.

“Fuck—!” I yelped, my knees immediately buckling.

Lucas caught me with one strong arm around my waist, holding me upright against the wall while the powerful vibrations attacked my most sensitive spot with no fabric barrier.

“Too strong!” I whined, squirming. “This thing is aggressive. It’s bullying me. I demand a slower setting and emotional support!”

He didn’t slow it down. If anything, he pressed it harder against me, keeping me pinned in place with his body.

“You’re dripping down your thighs already,” he observed, voice low and rough.

“Complaining the whole time and still making such a mess.”

“That’s because this stupid toy is trying to murder me!” I gasped, laughing through the moans. “I’m 24 and my legs are already giving up. This is elder abuse — wait, no, that’s the wrong way around. This is young-girl-abuse-by-experienced-man-with-evil-toys!”

Lucas’s deep chuckle vibrated against me. He adjusted the angle slightly, making the wand buzz even more intensely against my swollen clit.

My legs shook violently. I was practically hanging from his arm now, naked and complaining like my life depended on it.

“I take back everything on that list,” I babbled. “Except the part about hot older men. That part was correct. The rest was written by a horny idiot with poor decision-making skills.”

“Quiet,” he murmured, but I could hear the amusement in his voice.

“I can’t be quiet! This is a medical emergency. My clit is staging a rebellion. It’s waving a white flag. I surrender....oh god—”

“Come,” he commanded, pressing the wand firmly.

The orgasm slammed into me like a truck. I cried out, body jerking and trembling as pleasure ripped through every nerve. Lucas kept me upright the entire time, holding me steady while my legs completely failed me.

When he finally pulled the toy away and turned it off, I slid down the wall like melted butter. He caught me easily and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently.

I looked up at him, still panting and flushed.

“You’re enjoying this way too much, you sadist.”

Lucas brushed my messy hair from my face, a rare soft look in his eyes. “You’re very entertaining when you’re naked and complaining.”

I groaned. “Tomorrow we’re using the rope, aren’t we?”

He smirked. “Tomorrow.”

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The fourth night, the air felt heavier the moment Lucas stepped inside.

No teasing greetings. No smirks. His eyes were dark with pure hunger as he closed the door behind him.

“Bedroom,” he said, voice low and rough. “Now.”

I obeyed without a word, my pulse hammering. When we reached the bedroom, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad, powerful chest. At forty-two, his body was thick with muscle — the kind built from years of discipline.

“On the bed,” he ordered. “On your back. Arms above your head.”

I lay down naked, already wet and aching. Lucas pulled out several lengths of soft black rope from his bag. My breath caught as he began binding me.

He worked with calm precision, tying my wrists together and securing them to the headboard. Then he spread my legs wide, tying each ankle to the corners of the bed, leaving me completely exposed and helpless.

Lucas stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at me — naked, bound, dripping.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Twenty-four years old and tied up like a little fucktoy for a man old enough to be your father.”

I whimpered, tugging uselessly at the ropes.

He climbed onto the bed between my spread thighs and ran two thick fingers through my soaked folds.

“So fucking wet already,” he growled. “This young cunt is dripping for an older man’s cock.”

He pushed two fingers deep inside me without warning, fucking me hard and fast with them while his thumb rubbed my swollen clit. I moaned loudly, hips trying to move but completely restricted by the ropes.

“Please…” I begged.

Lucas pulled his fingers out and slapped my pussy sharply. “You don’t get to beg yet.”

He freed his thick, heavy cock. It was rock hard, veins standing out, the head already leaking. He rubbed it up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness, teasing my entrance.

“You want this old man’s cock?” he asked, voice dark.

“ohhh...my...yes,” I gasped.

He thrust into me in one brutal stroke, burying every thick inch deep inside my pussy. I cried out at the sudden stretch. He was so big it almost hurt — in the best possible way.

“Fuck,” he groaned, holding still for a moment, letting me feel all of him. “So goddamn tight.”

Then he started fucking me hard.

The ropes creaked as he pounded into me with deep, powerful strokes. His heavy balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. He gripped my tied wrists with one hand, using them as leverage to drive even deeper.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he snarled, fucking me mercilessly. “To be tied up and used by a much older man. To have your tight little pussy ruined.”

“Yes— oh god, yes,” I moaned, my breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust.

He leaned down and bit my neck hard enough to leave a mark, then sucked on my nipples while continuing to destroy my cunt. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the room.

“You’re going to come on my cock like a good little slut,” he growled, reaching between us to rub my clit roughly.

The combination of his thick cock stretching me, his fingers on my clit, and the ropes holding me completely helpless sent me over the edge. I came hard, screaming, my pussy clenching violently around him.

Lucas didn’t slow down. He fucked me straight through my orgasm, his thrusts becoming more savage.

“Again,” he commanded. “Come again for me.”