Title: Possession
Raiting: M
Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults. For those who tend to like vanilla and passionate sex for you is missionary this story may not be for you.
Summary: Years have passed since Violet's heart felt goodbye. Tate has had time to loose himself and succumb to the darkness she thought herself attracted to, only to learn he truly was. Now they will both see what happens when Tate looses himself and must stake claim to that he has possessed.
A/N: This will be a series of dabbles, the main intent of this story is Smut/Kink. I have gone back cleaned the story up a bit, condensing it so it wasn't an overwhelming amount of smut goodness at once. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)
Violet began struggling again, but she was worn out from her earlier efforts, body fatigued from the orgasm that drained her body of what remaining strength she had left. The intruders' fingers continued to trace over her skin, feeling every part of her. It was not a rough, violating touch, like Violet would have imagined; rather it was gentle caress and somewhat arousing. It incited the same pleasure and response she had experienced under the warm body of a certain boy on the beach.
Violet's train of thought was interrupted when she felt her legs being lifted up despite her body squirming, and more rope being tied around them just above her knees. Then she felt the ropes loosen around her
ankles to be quickly replaced with some sort of leather coated cuff around each of them and tied each one off, drawing them tight. Then he undid the rope around her knees.
Violet bucked her hips and kicked her legs franticly as she felt her legs being drawn apart. Tate pulled on both ropes tossing them over the edge tying them to the legs of the bed. Not only was Tate drawing Violet's legs apart but also pulling them upward a bit, giving Tate a wonderful view of her glistening wet, pink pussy.
Violet was in tears from the physical and emotional pain that was clawing away at her insides, the frustration from not being able to fight, the denial of release from the orgasm building deep inside. She gasped as she was dragged down the bed by the ropes on her ankles. Tate continued pulling until her legs were tight and spread as wide as they could be. Tate could also see Violet's fingers quiver underneath her upraised ass.
He reached out cupping her breasts, gently he rubbed them, kneading the areolas gently, sending more shocks of lightning through her heightened nerve endings, coaxing the burning need in her body. There was another orgasm growing within her, she couldn't do that in front of this monster.
"What would he think? What would he do to me if he found out I was actually enjoying certain aspects of being forced like this? How twisted is that?" Her body was convulsing from the internal struggle brewing in her head. She couldn't understand this unnatural draw to her captor, this invisible pull that coaxed and lured her body over the edge at the slightest brush of his finger.
The blindfold was moist from the material absorbing the tears that were freely spilling from her eyes; it had gathered so much it began to drip down her face, the trail itching the delicate skin of her crimson blushed cheek. She shuddered when she felt soft lips kiss away her tears. Deceivingly soft calloused hands cupping her face, thumb brushing over her exposed lip, protruding over the gag. It was heartbreakingly soft, the reassuring embrace and touch of a lover.
Violet felt the intruder loosen the crotch rope by untying the knot binding the rope to her handcuffs and pulling the rope from between her swollen, abused folds away. The man shifted the ropes around her waist a bit without taking them off of her.
Shock and panic raised through Violet at the sudden feel of warm, precise fingers entereing her, teasing and lurking inside her entrance. Thumb meticulously circling and flicking at her swollen clit. She squirmed a bit more, trying to escape the fingers that were threatening to push her over the edge, but the stranger was relentless, always moving with her, turning her movement against her.
She writhed in her bonds; Violet knew that another orgasm was just beginning to burn within her, this time at the hands of her captor. Tate began to message Violet's breasts again, slowly kneading them as he sat beside her wiggling form. This erupted a new set of moans and breathy groans. His fingers played with her hardened peaks, pinching them lightly and pulling upon them; sending bolts of pleasure shooting through Violet. His relentless fingers coaxing her closer and closer to the edge.
Violet was filled with pure bliss as the flames of ecstasy raged through her very being. Her moans through the gag were loud and passionate as her whole body writhed under his thumb that was now replaced with skilled fingers masterfully moving at a pace she was useless to fight against.
Then his fingers stopped, hand pulling away from her burning heat. Before she knew what she was doing, Violet let out a whine of frustration. She must be desperate, finding comfort in a simple orgasm but even that was now denied her. Violet's tears were those of humiliation. The Intruder KNEW what he was doing and he was toying with her.
Tate could not stand it anymore. The site of her naked, bound and helpless, spread for him to have. The sound of her muffled moans escaping the constrictions of the gag, her body struggling against the restraints. He thought he was going to cum right there and then. His erection painfully straining against the rough material of his jeans, struggling to break free of the restricting confines.