My Girl

Warning: This piece contains a Consensual-Non-Consensual scene (mimicking a Rape play scene). If this triggers you, please DO NOT read on. I have warned you.

This is a fantasy situation used in BDSM and Kink communities I DO NOT condone actual rape!! But with a trusted partner, such as the one that is about to be displayed, I accept the common fantasy to be played out. Please don’t judge those that get their kinks out of these scenes; likewise, I won’t judge you on your kinks. Thank you.

I see My Girl there, in our new kitchen. She’s doing the dishes. A simple chore, but she looks so fucking sexy, lost in her world. She’s singing the words to the song that is blaring out of her stereo. She even wiggles her gorgeous ass to the beat.

I smile, standing quietly in the corner, gazing at her with wonder. I am her Dominant, and she is my submissive; we live together in a D/s relationship. I love My Girl, and she loves me. We’re closer than close.

She’s mine. And only Mine. And I solely belong to her.

My sweet subbie is not expecting me home for another hour or so. She has no idea I am here. And I keep it that way for a while longer, enjoying the vision of her beauty, totally captivated in her moment.

I glimpse My tattoo on her thigh as she moves from one side of the kitchen to the other. I slide back behind the wall so she doesn’t see me yet. My sexy Girl has a thing for CNC or Consensual-Non-Consensual. Rape play in particular. She once told me, an age ago now, how much she fantasised about being taken by surprise. I bet she wasn’t expecting what I had planned for her. I’ve played out a scene when I kidnapped her before, but I let her know it was me. She loved it. This time, I wanted to play it out a little different.

I had a surprise for her as I tuck the cordless wand in my back pocket. I pick up my brand new cuffs I placed on the entrance table and tuck them in my other back pocket. I pull my black shirt off over my head and bring that with me — a substitute hood. I peek around the corner to find her with her back to me — finally, time to make my move. I swiftly, quietly, move over to her. I smell her scent the moment I stalk barefoot into the kitchen, it overwhelms me before the smell of food does.

Before she realises I am there, I throw my shirt over her head and tie it off at the back of her head. She gasps in so sharply that I know she caught the scent of me from my shirt. I can feel the pounding of her heart in my own chest. I love the way our hearts beat as one.

I don’t say a word, but she mutters my name in surprise. I can tell there is a sense of fear lingering in her voice. A sense of hope that she’s right. I’m torn whether to let her in on my secret or to continue to let her imagination run wild and let her think it’s someone else.

My Girl reaches up to the shirt to tug at the material, but I grab her wandering hands and pull them back behind her back roughly. She tussles as I move to get the new cuffs over her hands and bind them together.

She would know by the metal cuffs that it’s something new. We don’t have cuffs in our playroom. It’s enough for her to give me a proper fight. Fuck, I love when she challenges me. It gives me the horn as my cock hardens. I give her a hard smack on her ass. It jolts her forward against the cupboard as she cries out a little. She’s not a squealer, my Girl. But fuck; does she know how to moan.

‘Don’t move,’ I whisper in a false tone, attempting to hide my identity with a foreign accent. I sense her fear emanates fiercely. She’s scared. Finally, I have broken through to her fear. She was a tough cookie to break.

I link an arm over her chest, around her neck, and drag her backwards. I am only stopping to turn off the stove and oven. Dinner can wait. I am hungry for my special little woman.

I drag her to the lounge room. She wrestles me along the way, stubbornly kicking her legs and pushing against me in hopes to knock me over and My girl is no weakling. She gives me a fucking good fight, with sexy grunts and growls with each movement. However, I’m stronger than her as I overpower her. I reach the couch that separates the lounge area from the dining room. I force her over the back of the couch, her ass up in the air. She tries to get back up, but I shove her back down using the back of her neck. I push myself up against her to hold her there.

Holding one of her wrists tightly, I unlink one cuff from the chain and bring her hands together in front of her, quickly locking her back in before she gives me too much trouble. I reach for the webbing I looped swiftly around the coffee table earlier and hook her cuffs into that. So, unless she crawls over the back of the couch, My Girl cannot get back up.

I watch as she gives it a good go, tugging and pulling, using her feet against the back of the couch to yank. I watch in awe as the heavy coffee table moves. Her little grunts are so sexy in her efforts.

‘Let me go,’ my bratty sub demands. I smirk and then give her another hard smack on her ass. Then another. She yelps in pain. She stops all movement. ‘Sir, please, tell me it’s you please…’ she begs, using my title rather than my name. ‘I’m scared…’ her voice meek with the very fear she entailed.

My heart weakens for a moment. I want to; I can’t stand the thought of her in pain; strange, seeing as I love to make my little whore bleed.

I harden up and move over to the entrance table and grab the knife. I lunge over to my girl, grip her hair, and lift her head. I place the knife under her jaw. ‘Shut the fuck up and take what’s coming to you, you little bitch.’ I do my best impersonation of a stranger.

The problem is, my girl usually knows when I am up to something. Part of being such a tightly knitted Dom/sub relationship, I guess. I used to lie very well until I met My Girl. She disabled that in me… I don’t know how, but she did. The sexy girl before me she changed my life in a way no one else ever could. She brought out the best in me and the worst… and still made me a better man for it.

I squeeze her face hard; my shirt is moist with her silent tears. I stand slightly and trace the knife down her skin, down over her back. I notice it’s not a favourite shirt. So, I lift it and nick through the collar with my knife. I then tear the material; the sound makes My Girl gasp. She tries once more to wriggle her way out of her restraints.

I place the knife against her throat as a silent reminder — my intelligent subbie stills. I yank her shorts down and notice she has no panties on. As if my dick could get any harder, it’s about to explode with my horniness. I see my handprints etched into her skin in a stunning pink hue. I want to forgo any play punishment and just fuck her stupid. But I refrain. I have much planned for My Girl.

I watch as my sexy girl squirms in an effort to hide her exposed pussy. I can hear her tiny sobs. I think the word please is being whispered. I listen to her a little closer. Nope, it’s “please no” over and over. I smile. Oh, girl, you’re going to get it, over and over.

To keep up the illusion that it’s someone else, I use the tip of the knife along the inside of her thighs. Her body trembles and her thigh muscles twitch. The sobs of her begging getting louder, invoking my arousal further.

I kneel behind her, my cock strains in my jeans. I tug the wand from my back pocket and place it beside her on the couch. The smell of her sexy, musty cunt as I get closer is intoxicating. There is a slight glisten on her lovely pinkie-purple lips as I pull her apart and inspect her; the only telltale sign it’s me. I can’t resist as I circle her engorged clit with my thumb before I give her a few hard spanks to her cunt. My girl cries out and tries to get away again.

The knife still in my hand, I press the blade up against her skin as a reminder — my subby stills. I’ve always told her I wouldn’t ever use the knife without prior warning. It was a discussion point, so she could still feel safe with me. I wasn’t using the blade but had it merely as a distraction; a ‘mind fuck’, if you will. I’ve used the knife on My girl before; I look up to see some minor scars I’ve left on her thighs from previous plays. It’s My girl that loves both knife and blood play and I too get my kicks out of it as well. But this time, I’ve leveled up the mind-fuckery, to invoke her fear in a way I hadn’t quite mastered with My sexy submissive before.

Just as I taste her, my sexy subbie bucks again. A last attempt to get away from whoever she thought I was. I pull back and frown at her. I use one hand to open her pussy wide and use the blade as a warning. I have the tip just over her opening so that she would feel the sharp point. My smart girl stills once more.

‘What do you want from me?’ she sobs as she gives up her fight. I want to taste her tears. But I can’t do that. I want to cane her, but I can’t, she knows my skill now.

I say nothing.

I use my thumb against her swollen clit. She’s so scared that she’s turned on by it. Just what I wanted. She tries to get away from my digit.

‘Please, please, no,’ she begs, in her sexy, deep voice. ‘My Dominant is going to be home any minute, please, leave me alone.’

I smile at her faith in me. I want to kiss her now. ‘Dominant? Who’s the dominant now, with a fucking knife about to be shoved up in your cunt you, slutty little bitch.’ My foreign accent is as thick as I can make it. My Girl stills and silences her sobs. My heart pounds once more. She’s so still, albeit with a slight tremble. ‘Spread your fucking legs, you useless bitch.’

My wonderful Subbie does as she’s told. I lapse in my false ego and kiss her butt cheek where my handprints are, then quickly recover and spank her hard in the same spot. One. Two. Three. I smack My girl, with my bottom lip tucked underneath my teeth, as hard as I can. I stop at the three, even though six is my favourite number, keeping with the illusion.

With her finally unmoving, I slide the blade into her pussy. I know she can feel the cold metal. She draws in a deep breath but remains as still as she can, her muscles tensing in her thighs. I sense her heightened fear. Her sobs start again. I slowly thrust the blade in and out of the slick wetness.

‘Please, I will do whatever you want, please don’t hurt me?’ my submissive begs — both my heart and dick swell. ‘Please, don’t cut me, don’t hurt me, please.’

‘I’m going to make you bleed…’ I whisper with the unfamiliar accent, using the mind-fuck tactic I adopted for this scene.

‘Please, no…’ she cries heavily. Smiling, I take the blade out of her pretty cunt and run the blunt side over her labia. Her whole body trembles in palpable fear. She would still feel the sharp tip, and the dull side would feel – to her – that it’s cutting the skin. But it doesn’t even leave a mark. She’s boisterously requesting once more for her safety.

I stand and place the knife next to her. I grab the wand next and use her pussy juices to slicken the handle end, which doubles as a vibrator. Once moist, I fuck her cunt with the tip of the toy, making sure I hit her g-spot. I want to make My Girl squirt. I usually try other tactics to achieve this, but I am trying everything not to follow my routine, and it’s frustrating as hell, but so much fun all the same.

My Girl shakes her head. Her sobs turn into groans; she’s enjoying it but trying not to. I am going to force My Girl to cum, again and again. She usually asks my permission, but tonight, I’ll enforce a break on her having to beg for her ‘cum’s’ – instead, she’ll beg not to cum.

I use my thumb on her clit once more and strum like mad. I love the way her body is betraying her. It tenses differently; I can tell from previous plays she’s trying not to cum. My girl works so hard to hold it in. Oh, My good girl. I want to tell her how proud I am of her, but I want to break her too.

I thrust a tad harder against her g-spot. It finally undoes My sexy Girl as she cums beneath me in a series of cries and moans. She bucks against me, tugging her restraints with a fit of anger I witness very little from her. The anger directed at herself. I sense her shame of cumming under who she believes to be a stranger. But I am relentless on her as I continue thrumming her clit while I take the wand out of her pussy. I’ll put her back together after we play.

I flick the wand around and turn it on. I replace my thumb with the round tip of the wand, and instantly My Girl contorts in blissful agony. She’s a sensitive one after her orgasms. She usually tries to push me off once she’s cum, but I want to make her scream.

I hold the wand against her clit and increase the intensity. She soon cums again, not as hard, but it still takes its toll on her body. I keep the wand going as I try for a third.

She’s moved from moans to grunts. I use my fingers as I finger-fuck her ruthlessly and hold the wand tighter against her clit. She fights the orgasm again, My Girl fights it with everything she can, but her body gives in against her once more. She cums so hard, squirting all over my stomach and jeans. I wickedly grin as I look at my efforts.

‘Fuck me, my girl!’ I say in my voice and accent, taking the wand off her clit and dropping it to the floor. My sexy subbie is limp with exhaustion. Her head turns ever so slightly to the sound of my voice, but it drops in a way that shows me she believes it is her imagination.

I think it’s time to give up the game. But before I do, I push my jeans off and release my hard cock. I shove it deep into her cunt and hold myself inside her. Her sweet, tight cunt around my cock is absolute bliss. I propel my length into her, experiencing the satisfaction of My sexy submissive, completely lax beneath me. I stroke her back and arse cheeks, admiring her beauty, marvelling at the fact that she belongs to me.

I fuck my submissive until I release my seed inside her, further marking my ownership over her. Once I recover, I reach forward and undo her hands. She’s too weak to move, to fight. While folded over her, I loosen my shirt from her head and let it drop to the lounge. I pull her up against my naked body and hold her against me. I pull her head back onto my shoulder.

I kiss her salty cheek and look into her closed eyes; her eyelashes clumped together from the amount of crying she had done. Her face reddened and swollen from her anguish. I pet her face gently to rouse her. ‘Sir?’ a whisper barely escapes her lips.

‘It’s me, my sweet. My sexy angel… I’m here,’ I soothe her, with kisses littered over her lips. ‘You did so well, my sexy girl…’ I tell her.

‘Arsehole,’ she spits with the slight hint of a grin. Her eyes open long enough for me to get a glimpse of the stunning green-grey gems underneath. My soul stirs at seeing my favourite feature. ‘You cut me!’

I chuckle a little. ‘No, I didn’t cut you… I fucked with your mind a little, is all. I used the blunt end of the knife, I promise.’

‘Cunt!’ she blurts. ‘Prick!’ she adds. Her mouth drops to form another cuss word, but I peg her lips together with my fingers.

‘Girl,’ I scowl. ‘Do you want me to make you beg for your orgasm for the next week?’

She smirks a little wider ‘Sir, no Sir’ she whispers.

‘Brat!’ I playfully scold as I kiss her neck fondly. ‘So, how are you? Are you okay, my sweet?’

‘You scared the fuck out of me!’ she retorts quietly. Her body is showing all evidence of wanting to sleep. I withdraw my cock out of her.

While holding her close to my body, I walk her around the couch to sit down. I sit first and bring her onto my lap. Laying her legs sideways across mine, I tuck her torso against me with her head on my shoulder. Once we’re settled, she watches me reach for the throw rug at the other end of the couch. I wrap her in the blanket, holding her close. I gaze at her while she searches me. Her eyes are now wide open.

‘It’s you!’ she tells me as if she just realised it was me the entire time. Her hand reaches up to my beard, her fingers curl into scratch lightly at my face.

I beam, ‘Yes, my beautiful girl. It’s me. Are you okay?’ I repeat my question to prompt her further.

‘I’m good,’ she mutters, her hand dropping to our laps. She shivers as she tucks herself into my body. I wrap her in a little tighter and cover her feet with a couple of cushions. It’s not cold, but her body is ‘dropping’ from the shock. ‘Monster?’

‘Girl?’ I whisper, kissing her forehead.

‘Thank you.’ She presses her lips against my neck, so I can’t see her face.

‘For what exactly, girl?’ I press, needing to know where she is at mentally.

‘For the experience,’ my subby mutters against my skin, which tickles me. I gently coerce her head out so I can read her expressions.

‘What did my girl like about the experience?’ I ask as I gaze lovingly at my girl, who’s head is sat in my hand.

‘The thrill. Part of me thought it was you, but you didn’t sound like you, so I wasn’t sure. But I got to cum, so that was a good thing,’ her smile is dopey and beautiful.

I laugh at her. ‘You came very well,’ I add. ‘I could tell you were trying not to!’

‘I didn’t want to cum for someone who was raping me!’ she blurts exasperated. I was wondering how long it would take her to use the word ‘rape’. My smile fades, while there remains a hint of a grin on her face.

‘You felt shame at that moment,’ I recognise. My girl nods as she buries her head once more, but I don’t let her, as I tug her out to face me. She dredges in a heap of air as she looks at me.

‘It felt so good, but I didn’t want it to; that was when I wanted you to tell me it was you. But you didn’t, and I didn’t hear my magic words. I felt scared… I was cuming for someone that wasn’t you, but then it was you, so it’s okay, but at the time, it wasn’t okay. It scared me… you really are a monster!’ my girl rambles. I smoothe over her face, calming her.

‘I told you, in the beginning, I was a monster, when we first met.’ I tell her, trying to stifle my smirk, but I think I fail, so I look away.

She grips my face in one of hers and makes me look at her. Her enormous eyes are searching me once again. She takes her time this time. We become lost in one another’s gazes as we sense each other silently.

‘My Monster!’ she declares after a long moment. ‘One that I love so very much’ those words are spoken with such emotion that it breaks me. I let a tear slip as I continue to stare at My girl — another tear, then another.

She smirks at me and wraps the blanket around, so it fits me inside as well. I chuckle through my tears as I let her take care of me. ‘Dom-drop, Sir?’ she asks as she holds me tight. ‘I got you. I’m here for you too.’

I burst into loud, grumbling laughter, gripping my girl in a tight bear hug. Or as My sexy subby calls them ‘Monster hugs’. She cackles as she pulls in close too. ‘I fucking love you, My beautiful girl!’ ‘

Your girl loves her Sir!’ She declares. She tugs my face down once more to look at her. She has a serene smile on her beautiful face as she tells me one word that sends an eternal ecstatic shiver along my spine. ‘Mine!’

And that I am, I am Hers. I belong to My Girl!