MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
*The people inside of this work are FACE-CLAIMS. This has no correlation to any IRL individual.*
*This is messy plot. Made when I was a teen. Beware.*
The story of a young woman who finds he...
"I watched a change in you..." ♫ Change by Deftones.
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"My, my Chérie, you look so pretty all tied up."
Naked, gagged, bound, and sweating, my body temperature was only increasing by the second; the longer that I was set up on display for the two men in this room.
It was almost dehumanizing in a way, to see them both look at me so vulgarly; like I was just a toy for them, but my brain and body knew that I accepted it and that I... loved it.
My pussy was in a state of destruction, and I knew that I was dripping onto Damiano's soft bed sheets.
But, they would soon be coated in even more of my arousal, along with everyone else's in a frenzy of stolen kisses and touching once we really began.
The room was lit warm and dim, a singular king-size canopy bed pressed up against the wall with one dresser in the corner and a couch.
In all honesty, I could barely see their faces which made it even more tense.
From what I could see, Damiano was behind me, fastening the ropes around my arms and wrists, completely disabling me of all movements in my upper half while Harlow, like the mastermind of it all, stood in front of me sipping a whiskey on ice.
My heartbeat was pounding as I kept my focus forward, trying to control my own breathing.
There was a ball gag in my mouth, so I couldn't ask for anything, couldn't speak and Harlow wanted it that way.
He wanted to humiliate me and he was succeeding in his master plan.
We both knew I was letting him, although that wasn't really the point.
Submitting was...thrilling and anxiety inducing. I had a love, hate relationship with it. But, I wanted to. I wanted to see what he'd do with every ounce of control and no restraint from me.
As he said to me in the taxi on the way here 'I poked the bear. Whatever happened in result was all my own creation.' And he was right.
"You know... I told you where you'd be by the end of the night and you didn't believe me. Look at you now," Harlow smiled cockily, his teeth shining through the darkness. He stepped closer to me and I tilted my head up as he reached to cup my cheek with his palm.
His fingertips, they were velvet-smooth as he ran his thumb across my rosy face in small circles, "Tied up, gagged like a slut and I mean — you're not face down yet, but that'll be arranged soon, I promise."
I felt my stomach flip but nodded nervously.
Damiano's body heat was behind me already, alerting my senses to his presence, but when it crept up closer, I turned my head down and to the side a little, waiting and watching for his hands. My clit was throbbing, waiting for someone's touch, but they were both playing cruel, cruel games with my mind and heart.
