Intruder [M/f] [CNC] [roleplay] [praise] [humiliation] [consent] [aftercare]

My keys jingled in my hands as I put my house key in the front door. Unlocking it, I shouldered the front door open. My arms and hands were full of grocery bags. Some things for Jack, but mostly for my own little project I had planned for dinner while he was away.

It was Friday, and though he was supposed to come home today, it would be late in the evening. Perhaps ten o clock at best. Far too late for me to wait for dinner. I’d just have to leave him a box of leftovers in the fridge, I figured.

Humming softly to myself, I put away the groceries, then stuffed the empty bags under the sink. I’d just wiped my clammy hands on my skirt when I heard a creak in the floorboards.

Then a hand covered my mouth.

Panic racked my body. I screamed into the man’s palm, then thrashed and kicked when he wrapped an arm around my waist. But then—

“Relax,” Jack said.

Jack? Jack was here?

It made me calm down, just a little, to hear my husband’s voice, but I still gave him an elbow to his ribs as revenge for scaring me so. He let out a little oof, but I had barely time to enjoy it before he pushed me up against a wall.

My cheek squeezed against it. His body kept my chest tightly pressed against the wall, despite my struggles. But when he said, “Mango,” I knew what this was.

“Green,” I said as soon as he let go of my mouth, which made him push me harder against the wall and grab my wrists. I felt the cold metal of handcuffs around them. No amount of wriggling would set me free, and he even slapped my bare thigh as punishment for even trying.

But this was a CNC scene. Most times we agreed on a time and place, but sometimes—and especially if he wanted to shake me up a little—he would only say mango as the signal. Of course, I had to give my consent after, but the terror that was present in my veins was in large part because of the way we entered into this scene.

And so I continued fighting. As though he was a real intruder, and I was a real victim. I stomped my feet on his, screamed, thrashed in his grip, and only when he tugged hard on my hair did I stop.

I could feel his warm breath on my face as he looked down at me, his victim for the night. “You know it’s useless to fight, Hannah. Your husband won’t be home for another few hours.”

Confusion racked my brain for a moment, but then I figured out where he was going with this.

We’d done roleplay in the past. But never like this. Never in a scene such as this.

Already I could feel my panties growing damp with warmth and moisture.

“Please,” I begged through gritted teeth. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Jack tilted his head, as though confused. “Don’t hurt you? But where’s the fun in that?”

The defeated whimper that slipped past my lips was not entirely feigned. Still, I resisted as hard as I could. Both for the sake of the scene and because my body felt terrified all on its own. The way he’d attacked me was done so well that my body felt real panic. It didn’t matter that I knew I was safe. My body still locked up, still wanted to fight and thrash.

When I screamed once more, Jack shushed me, then said, “There’s no need to bark so loudly, love.”

Panic shot through me when I saw him over my shoulder pulling a gag out of his pocket. I wriggled and twisted my head away from him when he brought the rubber ball in front of my face, but it was hopeless. Within moments, he shoved it between my teeth, then strapped the gag into place.

I gasped and bit hard into the rubber, then tried to push it out with my tongue, but it was so tight. Now with his hands free once more, Jack pushed me tighter to the wall, so tight I could feel his cock pressing against me through our clothes.

The feel of that, coupled with his large body against my much smaller one made me feel so much like a helpless victim. Like I could do nothing to resist him as he had his way with me. I loved it, even as cold terror racked my body.

“There’s a good girl,” Jack breathed when I stopped fighting. The condescending tone made me shut my eyes tight. “No one knows I’m here, Hannah. No one can come help you. Especially not without this.” He grabbed my phone from where I’d put it on the kitchen island behind him, brandishing it as though it was a great prize, then turning it off before placing it high up on the fridge, way too high for me to reach, even if my hands were free.

He pressed his cock against my ass, grinding into me for a moment. A whispered “Fuck” slipped past his lips. I could feel his rough stubble against my ear as he whispered, “Do you feel that? How weak and helpless you are? How useless it is to fight?” He grinned, then gave my earlobe a slight tug with his mouth. I could hear my earring against his teeth. “The truth is, Hannah, that I can do anything I want with you tonight. And I will be long gone before your husband comes home.”

“Camfas,” I said through my gag. It sounded slurred, but Jack still understood what I meant.

“Cameras? Oh, they’ve all been turned off, clever girl. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure to tie you up after I’ve fucked you good, just to give your husband a lovely welcome home present.”

The twin tears rolling down my cheeks were not forced. One more fell when Jack began licking the back of my neck, using one of his hands to keep my hair out of the way.

“So fucking delicious,” he groaned. “So sweet and corruptible.”

Despite all of this—my terror, being gagged and tied up, his words—I did not feel unsafe. I knew all I would have to do was give my safe signal with my hands, but even if I couldn’t, he knew me well enough to know when I truly wanted to stop.

And stopping was the last thing on my mind right now.

As though he could sense it, Jack asked after a moment, “I wonder how wet you are from all this.”

I shook my head, because I knew this meant he’d take off my clothes and touch me, but all I got was an evil, pitying laugh.

“Baby,” he muttered. “It’ll hurt far less if you don’t resist.”

But instead of immediately tearing off my clothes, Jack pulled me away from the wall, then pushed me to my knees. I yelped in pain when my bare knees landed on the hardwood floor, which made Jack pet my head. Normally it’d comfort me, but in this scene, it just made a cry tear itself from my throat.

“Shhh,” he soothed. “Be a good little girl and relax.”

I leaned my forehead against his thigh until I could control my breathing again. Once satisfied, Jack placed a hand under my chin, which he lifted until I was forced to look at him. “Please,” I said through my gag again, but all I got was a small, satisfied smile.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said. “Especially tied up and scared like this. No wonder you’re off the market.” He crouched. “Too bad people like me give fuck all about that.”

I shrieked and squeezed my thighs together when he began tugging up my skirt, but of course it changed nothing. Within moments, the fabric was bunched up around my waist, and he could see clearly the baby blue underwear I wore. And when he forcefully pushed my thighs apart, the wet spot in the very centre of them was clear as day.

“Dirty little minx,” Jack cooed. “Does it get you this wet and horny? Knowing that in just a few short minutes, another man will fuck you?” I kicked my head back, tried to shimmy away, but he gripped my thighs tight. “Maybe I should film it. Show your man just how eager his wife was to let me fuck her.”

I tried once more to beg through my gag, despite how muffled and unintelligible it was.

Jack stood once more. His hand threaded through my hair, which he gripped tight. “Alright, Hannah. I’ll give you the choice. Where do you want it?”

I shook my head as best I could.

“No, no, no. Where am I going to fuck you, hm? Your mouth? Your cunt? Your tight little ass?”

Secretly—or perhaps not so secretly—I wanted him everywhere. Anywhere he wanted. Yet still I shook my head, trying my best to shriek a muffled “Nowhere!”

Jack tilted his head. “If you don’t choose, I’ll just have to take you everywhere, I’m afraid.”

And I knew he’d be brutal. I knew he’d make it hurt. But despite the pleasured shiver that worked its way up my spine at that idea, I still insisted on resisting. Even so, I knew I had to make a choice, which I near shamefully said through my gag, despite knowing how much I would love it.

“What’s that, Hannah? I can’t hear you.”

I said it louder, but he was still unsatisfied. Reaching behind my head, he unbuckled the gag, but before pulling it out of my mouth, he made sure to say, “Don’t try to scream again. Otherwise we’re going to have real problems.”

Even I wanted to avoid a concerned neighbour knocking on the door, so I nodded, and he finally removed the gag. Once he did, I looked down between my legs and said, “Down there,” in a low voice.

“Down there? You have to be specific, you know.”

“My…my…pu…” I couldn’t push the word past my lips.

Jack crouched once more, displaying a gentle smile as his thumb stroked the corner of my mouth. “Go on. Say it properly.”

I looked at him, then took a deep breath. “My pussy…”

A wide grin appeared on his face. “Oh, that’s a good fucking girl. So obedient, aren’t you?”

I didn’t have time to let the demeaning remark sink in before he pushed me onto the ground. My wrists were crushed under my back, but all I could focus on was him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. “Please, God…” I begged.

“Quiet. Remember what I said. The more you fight, the worse it’ll hurt.”

I could say nothing more. Nothing more as Jack swiped his cock along the length of me, then slowly pushed inside me.

He was not gentle. He pushed until he couldn’t get any further, and I let out a pained scream. “Now what did I tell you?” Jack said as he placed his hand across my mouth. “Be fucking quiet.”

But I couldn’t. I squirmed and whimpered as he pushed in and out of me, unable to take the pressure of it all. There was no escape—none beyond calling my safeword—as he took me. But more than that, I knew my helpless struggles and moans only turned him on further, which made a true feeling of helplessness crash into me.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” A grunt escaped him. “Such a tight little cunt you have. Soaking wet, too. That all for me?”

I desperately shook my head.

“Little liar,” was all he said before he reached into my top, groping my breast then squeezing my nipple between two fingers.

Again I screamed. Again I fought, this time with my legs, trying to kick him. But he merely pinched harder until I had no choice but to stop.

“There you go,” he praised, though a hint of mocking still remained in his voice. “Stop fighting so damn hard. Let go. Relax.” A quick laugh. “Though it seems like you’re enjoying yourself.”

I absolutely was. There was no denying it. Not with the way my pussy had grown sopping wet. Not with the way I was squeezing his cock as tight as I could. Even when he removed his hand from my face, the only sounds slipping out of me were moans. Because even though it still hurt, the pain felt good. Like a reminder of what was happening to me. That I was being forcefully taken against the floor, all while Jack said demeaning things to me.

“Dirty girl,” he cooed, reaching a hand down to rub my clit in steady strokes. “You love this, don’t you? You love being fucked by another man?”

Fuck, the way he was saying it made it seem so real. It felt shameful to nod, but I did it anyway, which earned me a grin on Jack’s handsome face.

“That’s what I thought. Now be a good girl and take it, Hannah.”

Shivers, sparks of pleasure worked its way through my body. From the spot where we were joined, all the way up my spine. A needy moan escaped my mouth, followed by more desperate whimpers and gasps. I wanted him, needed him, even now when I was still pretending I didn’t want any of this.

“It hurts.” Not a complete lie. “Please, don’t…”

“Shhh,” he soothed. “Don’t pretend you don’t love this, girl. Tell me the truth.”

I shook my head. “I don’t.” My insistence felt like a pitiful lie, even to my own ears.

Jack seemed to agree, for he gave me a look that made me feel stupid for even trying to lie. “Come on. Tell me.”

Before I had the chance to, his fingers down by my clit moved, now with his thumb and index finger pinching it. He squeezed harder when I refused to answer, and I screamed.

“Tell me,” he insisted again.

“I—fuck!” It hurt; it hurt so bad. Combined with the pleasure of his hard body against mine, of his cock inside me, of his voice in my ears, it made me feel conflicting emotions I didn’t know what to do with. “Please—”

He pinched a little tighter. Even now his thrusts were unrelenting, like yet another reminder of how much pleasure he got from all this. “You know what to do to end this.”

After another few seconds, I finally managed to push out, “I love this,” in a wet gasp.

Immediately he let go, replacing his touch with two gentle fingers that rubbed circles once more. “That’s a good fucking girl. You love having another man inside you. You love that I’m about to come inside your needy little cunt.”

It was said as though it was a threat, and perhaps I should’ve been panicking, but I was so lost in pleasure that I couldn’t do anything but moan and beg him with my eyes to do precisely that. “Please, please come inside me.”

“That’s all it takes?” he mused. “A little pinch at your clit and you stop lying to yourself about how much you need this?”

I nodded. The feel of his hand at my breasts made me moan once more.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, Hannah?” His thrusts turned a little deeper, just a little harder. “You love the feel of my cock inside you that much, hm?”

I moaned. “God, yes…” My head kicked back, my legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close. The pleasure in my system was near overwhelming.

A pleased smile, so distinctly of pure male satisfaction and arrogance, appeared on Jack’s face. “Such a sweet girl you are.”

The praise contrasted so harshly with what he was doing to me, fucking me on the floor while my hands were tied, and within the scene it was without my consent. It made a sharp tingle shoot through me, one I felt deeply in my abdomen.

“I’m so close,” I breathed. “Fuck, I’m so…so close…” Another moan.

Jack leaned down to kiss me. His tongue pried my lips apart, forcing its way in and filling me up. I had no way to fight him off, not unless I wanted to bite his tongue or something, so I just had to lay there and let him do what he wanted. His fingers were still rubbing my clit when he trailed his mouth down and down to my neck, which he bit and sucked between his teeth, hard enough for me to scream.

“Just like that,” he said, licking the spot where he’d bit me. “Scream for me, baby.”

And when he bit me again, his fingers on my clit and his cock deep inside me, I couldn’t hold back. A loud moan turned scream escaped me as I came. My legs wrapped as tight as they could around Jack’s waist, my body shook from head to toe, and every part of me was lost in pleasure.

It was so much I felt I couldn’t take it, but then, to push me even further, Jack let out a shuttered groan of my name as he finished inside me. The feel of him spilling inside me, followed by him almost collapsing on top of me, made me feel incredible. And finally, after minutes or hours, I felt my own body again.

After a minute, and with his arms braced on either side of me, careful not to crush me, Jack slowly pushed himself up, then pulled out. The feeling of being empty again was unwelcome, but then I could quickly feel his cum dripping out of me at a slow, steady pace.

Jack looked down between my legs, which I spread just a little further for his pleasure. A sharp intake of breath, then he brought his fingers to my pussy, gently and slowly pushing his release back into me.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “I never get tired of that sight, baby.”

I smiled. “Me neither…”

At my tone, he met my gaze. “End scene?” he asked, and I nodded.

“End scene.”

Immediately, my cuffs came off, and he pulled me into his arms. I was carried to the bathroom, where he first cleaned me up a little bit, then stripped off my clothes. After showering together, he dried my hair, then put me in my favourite fluffy bathrobe. We were cuddled up on the couch long before I felt a hint of subdrop.

“That was…” I began.

“Fun? Awesome? The best night ever?” he not-so-helpfully supplied.

“Intense,” I corrected. Then I elbowed him in the ribs as revenge. “It was fun, but also very intense. The way you just snuck up on me…”

We’d agreed long ago that that was well within my boundaries, so long as he checked in before truly getting into it, but he still asked, “Was it too much?”

I shook my head. “I loved it.” I didn’t have to explain why. He knew just how much I got off on fear and pain. “The parts about you being an intruder and me being, you know, married to someone else, though?”

“Thought it would be fun,” Jack said, stroking my shoulder. “Trying new things out. But in case it isn’t obvious—” He gripped my chin in a firm grip as he leaned close to my face. “—only I’m allowed to have you, Hannah. No one else. Only I will know what your body feels like. What it feels like to have your cunt squeezing me, your needy moans and whimpers in my ear…” His thumb pressed at my bottom lip. “Understand?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Good girl.” I received a kiss as a reward, one which I happily accepted. My mouth opened to let him in, and he grinned as he did just that.

After a moment, he pulled away, and I said, “I’d planned on making the chicken thing tonight.”

“I figured when I saw the things you were putting in the fridge.”

I looked up at him. “I still want to make it now. I’ve been waiting days for this, and besides—” I stood up. “—I’m fucking starving.”

He knew it was hopeless to try to get me to sit while he cooked, so he instead just smiled, stood, and said, “May I at least help?”

And a wide, blissful grin bloomed on my face.