Chapter 1: Awakening
The bedroom is bathed in soft moonlight, casting eerie shadows on walls; sleep comes quick tonight; I'm deeply buried beneath soft covers; unaware about what lays ahead; unaware how hard he'll fuck me tonight despite his protests.
My heart races with anticipation as I tiptoe towards him,
His breaths heavy;
his chest rising & falling.
The room echoes our heavy breathing mixing together.
Slowly,
I sit softly,
right above him;
my nakedness hidden;
his face glowing dim light,
his silhouette;
visible against crisp white sheets;
My hands shake,
but only nervously excited—because soon enough,
that nervous laughter will turn into screams.
Prying,
i untie rope from drawer,
his wrists bound together; fast securely behind bed; making sure it hurts him later.
The rope bites into wrists leaving angry red lines—the perfect precursor for tonight`s ordeal—tugging till i am sure; pulling rope tighter;
feeling satisfaction pulling rope tight around his neck;
Tugging tighter still,
And i wait...
Inch closer,
until my warm breathe dances across skin;
His eyelids flutter open,
Confusion dancing across face,
Then realization—my lips curl into wicked grin—bites hard;
And he begins:
"I can't even move."
"You should have thought about." His voice dripping sweet venom
"My asshole will be your undoing."
With smirk;
and i bend over.
His eyes widen;
His mouth opens,
but only protest comes:
"What...what?!";
But i cut;
voice low,
but dripping sex;
Ava whispers low,
"You thought there would come easy?"
His body reacts.
My hand presses against him;
His cock hardens,
I whisper low & rough:
"Don't bother trying;"
Hand slides along his jaw;
My fingers trace down neck,
Then further;
He strains against bonds,
His moans turn into groans—groaning & protesting heaving breaths;
His cock swells under tight jeans; throbbing pulse of passion;
His protests muffled.
His wrists strain against rope,
As i kneel next him;
My fingers trace his lips before he speaks;
"You wouldn’t dare,”
but there was question mark left unsaid—half-hearted protestation,
"I thought tonight would come easy." mocks Ava whispering low;
“No escape."
With slow deliberate movements,
My hips grind into his bare ass; rock slowly;
His cock aches;
the fabric rough rubbing;
Ava shifts again—hand slides over rope
touch again gently,
his bulge,
“I’m sorry”;
his whisper comes broken—a plea i cannot listen;
but Ava shifts—my finger trace along edges his jeans pushing further; pressing harder.
My nails digging hard—I scratch down fabric
Ava pushes forward & grinds once slowly.
Hand still pressed across rope tied firmly -i reach grab hand around throat choking lightly squeezing hard.
He struggles in bonds gasping for breathe—protesting
No escape--as hand presses against throat—heave & strain;
“Maybe more fun” chuckles Ava;
his tongue swirling round neck,
pressing hard lips bite into flesh; leaving marks across shoulders.
Again:
“I said sorry.”
Protesting.
His cock throbs harder,
but now Ava shifts hands grip his collarbone squeezing tight holding firm;
"You begging?” whispers harshly in ear “You should beg”
Press further &
teeth biting skin
harder until he cries out louder protests mixed frustration desire —and fear—and lust all tangled together making head spin:
The ropes pull tighter
Around wrists cutting deeper burning marks cut by rope tying him secure —protest cry muffles.
Pull rope binding tighter grip firm —he begins thrash bound protest—but no space moves–pull stronger;
Then again:
"My mistake."
More shifting—Ava rocks hips grinding tighter pushing fabric rough over sensitive skin causing friction rubbing heat spark ignition within him.
Your moan loud enough—a choked whimper desperate plea but nothing comes except raw primal grunts –the bonds pulling even tightly binding him immovable helpless victim tied down waiting ready for his punishment awaits–shifting movement beneath me as body responds instinctively reacting wanting desperately escaping inevitable fate binds awaiting—with every slow shift rocking rhythmically teasing each thrust pushes rock harder rubbing deeper carving wet trail arousal dripping need spreading seep—his body aches need more —and yet i know holding back teasing edge pleasure agony all at once melting together into one.
I lean closer;
my breath hot & moist,
teeth biting soft flesh;
the rope pulls tighter around wrists
as body shifts writhes beneath mine,
The sound of leather sliding under skin rough; wet sticky—mix sweat tears arousal dripping mess combined entwined intertwine burning desire–crying screams echo room filling space.
His protests growing louder desperate gasps pleas intermingling mix frustration anger humiliation—a raw primal response every grind shift thrusts burn deeper harder cutting tight bonds digging deep leaving marks etched red rage branding him forever claiming—whispering dark promise future torture awaiting punishment due bound unable escape inevitable fate sealed waiting for next move begin torment bind hold firm till finally breaks release coming breaking point exploding within trembling shattering waves heat liquid fire burst release pouring everything held captive free unravelled released fully emptied spent drained laid bare naked vulnerable before Ava triumphant mistress victor claimed prize owned utterly completely surrender