Demo Chapter - His POV - Accidental Toy and Kink Discovery

[Ne****]

Currently drafting a couple of chapters, but need help with the spice scenes, so any help is appreciated!!
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Characters: Jakob (32M) and Elana (22M)
(Ages may change, but that’s TBD)
Story centers around a confusing relationship between Jakob and Elana, since Elana takes Jakob for herself and keeps him in her apartment.
All drafts/demos are entirely fictional and are not accosted with any events or person in real life. Anything similar is purely coincidence.
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She’s in her room, cleaning and putting away her things. I’ve been slipping in and out of my restraints since the fourth night, which would’ve been quicker if she hadn’t tighten them so much. I had to find some alcohol and disinfectant to make sure they were still functional and that my mobility wasn’t fucked up. Who knew she’d keep several in her bathroom, given the fact that she mostly eats out or has takeout for dinner. Elana doesn’t have to go anywhere today and thought it would be a good idea for me to stay in the living room, listening to her vinyls and watching a “creepy kooky” family show from 1900s. I remove the tape from my mouth, untie my forearms and ankles, and start sneaking up to her door. My plan is to tackle her and cut off her airways as much as I can, barricade her door, and go to the cops for a ***ing. The cops are the last people I need to see, given how they’re close to describing my build, but enough for me to get my fix back in check.

I go to grab the door handle when I hear it. Some buzzing noise. “Oh, shit!! No, come back!!” I hear her fumble with something on the ground. This is it. I open the door and get on top of her, pinning her wrists and my legs over her thighs, as she yelps and thrashes around. “Now you know how it feels to be trapped, my pretty bunny.” She continues thrashing and spits at me, but not before I notice the soft blush forming after the pet name and flickers over to the pile she was close to. Toys. Looking back, I see her looking right at me, her blue eyes darkening with desire and lust. Well well well. “Is this what you wanted all this time, bunny?” She finally slows down before noticing the position she’s in, her blush deepens, and presses her lips together. She looks so fucking adorable like this. “You know it’s not wise to leave your captive alone for too long. Your skills are impressive, but not enough to hold me down for too long.”

I move her wrists above her head before securing them with my right hand and reaching over to her vibrator. Her eyes widen as she attempts to struggle out of my grip. I tighten my grip and I swear I heard her whimper. “God, bunny, you’re not as intimidating as you make yourself to be if you’re reacting this much.” Tauntingly, I inspect the device in my hand. Off/On, a plus, a minus, and a zig-zag line in the control wheel. I turn it on and it buzzes to life and I hear her breathing become more ragged. Subtle, but I can still hear her. “You turned on, bunny?” She thrashes her lower body before nodding. “I thought so.” I lower the toy towards her ear and she turns away.

Doesn’t matter, I gently place it on her neck, making her moan, and lowering it down to her breasts. I’m making gentle circles around them before she begins tugging her arms and thrusting her lower body towards mine. I put down the toy and push her down, just barely touching her waistband of her leggings. “Keep still for once, bunny. If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a reward.” She immediately stops from the command and continues to stare before glancing down. Her leggings have a wet spot and I’m hard. How could I not be? I slowly pull her up, taking her right wrist in my hand and placing it on my cock. “Feel that, pretty girl? You feel how hard my cock is for you?”

Her breathing grows heavier and, with the close proximity at hand, it’s making it hard not for me to kiss her. Do I even want to fuck her? “Please.” I barely missed her quiet plead before caressing her face. What am I doing? “Please make me feel good.” Somehow, she straddled my lap and starts grinding against me, forcing a groan from me and soft whimpers escaping her lips. Fuck this. I grab her ass before thrusting myself off the floor and placing us on her bed. I start kissing her neck and tracing my hands under her shirt before massaging her tits, silently thankful for her not wearing a bra. I ***l off her shirt before finding the roll of tape on her nightstand. I’m surprised she has it in her room and not with her random junk drawer.

“Kiss me please,” she begs, her thrusts growing more frantic. I reach over for the tape and pull open the end as I watch some color drain from her face at the sudden realization. “No, bunny. You don’t deserve it just like how you don’t deserve my cock. Yet.” I take both wrists again and she starts thrashing again. God dammit, she hasn’t learned her lesson. It takes me a bit before I start wrapping her wrists together and around her bedpost. Thankfully, I know how to tape my victims up before killing them when I started bringing them home and when the cops were close to finding me the first time.
I tapped her mouth before sitting up and admiring the beautiful piece before me. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me. No more thrashing, it’ll hurt your wrists and we don’t want that, do we?” She viciously shakes her head and shifts her body and legs around, her thighs pressing each other to hide her growing heat. I place my hands on each thigh, opening her up before rubbing my nose against her. “I’m not trying to be mean, bunny. I hope you know that. The tape’ll hurt you if you move too much. I’ll still let you thrust against me and make your pretty noises, but I don’t want you thrashing until I cut it off, okay Elana?” She cranes her neck before nodding slowly. I know it’s hurting her, so I get on top again to caress her face and slowly push her down. “Stay like that, bunny. I don’t want to hurt you like that.”

I slowly start kissing her neck again, feeling my cock strain against my pants again. Fuck, this is torturing me, but I won’t let go. I go down her body and slowly kiss her tits, sucking one tip while massaging and pinching the other, and kissing her stomach before stoping above her waist. I glance up to see her looking at me, tears slowly forming in her eyes. She looks so pretty like this, I wish I could save this as a picture for my wallpaper. Hearing her whimper, I kiss her leggings and over her wet stop, holding onto her thighs to keep her from thrashing too much. “Does bunny want her leggings off?” Her moans are muffled, but it’s enough to know she’s being ***d by me, increasing my need to empty my load. Almost there.

I rip off her remaining clothes and stand to pull down my pants, cock springing out and making her eyes darken. “I’m not going to fuck you with my cock. I’m going to fuck you with my mouth. You will come on my mouth and I will come in a condom.” I pull out the rubber from the box that also fell with her toys and begin to put it on. She starts to shake her head, but hesitantly stops mid-shake. Now she’s learning how to listen. “Don’t come until I tell you, do you understand?” Nodding, I go to kiss her check and patting her hair, checking to make sure her restraints are still intact. “Good girl.” I slide back down and kneel in front of her before finding her clit and slowly lick and suck it. She jolts hard at the sudden contact and tries to scoot away from me before I grab her ass and pulling her closer.
I glide my tongue against her folds as I take my fingers and slowly push them in and out of her pussy. God, she’s so fucking wet and addicting. If I knew she’d feel this good on my tongue, I would’ve done this sooner. I take her wetness from my fingers and start stroking and, fuck, it feels amazing. I start to think how it would feel to have her lips around my cock, how pretty she’d look bouncing on it. Fuck, why am I doing this? She knocked me out and ***ed me in her apartment. I start sucking harder and her sounds intensified as she starts wrapping her legs around me and fucking my face. I couldn’t care less if her heels are jamming my back, I’m too deep into finishing her off. “You like that, bunny, huh? You like being a good bunny?” Her thrusts grow more frantic, I ground her by placing a hand on her stomach while stroking myself faster. I feel myself getting ready to come and I know she is too. “Come on, bunny. Come for me.” I hear her moaning louder before feeling her legs shake, causing me to stroke harder. She comes undone and fills my mouth while I fill the condom. God damn, she tastes so sweet.

I lick off her remains before getting up and pull my pants up to discard the used rubber and find scissors. I learned that untying on top of someone can give you a stab on the back, so I slowly make my way over to the other side of the bed to sit. I’m careful when ripping off the tape from her mouth and let her take a couple deep breaths before cutting the tape off her wrists. As soon as she glances at her wrists, which are slightly red from her thrashing, but not enough to need extra attention, she wraps her arms around my waist and starts to snuggle against me.
“Don’t go yet,” she whispers, slowly drifting off to sleep. Any normal person would push her off and run out of the complex, but at this point, after what we did together, I don’t want to. I pull the covers off and place her underneath them before climbing in for her to cuddle next to.
Call me crazy, but I’m okay with this.

My escape can wait, I’m in no hurry to leave this woman.

[Ma****]

The continuation could go like this:
• The Confrontation of Reality: She wakes up and the "bunny" persona slips for a moment. You watch her eyes clear as she remembers the scissors, the vibrator, and the way you took control. Instead of ***, there is a chillingly calm question: "Are you going to kill me now, or are you going to make me breakfast?"
• The Mutual Secret: You realize that while the cops are looking for someone of your build, she is the only one who truly "has" you. You decide to stay, not out of ***, but because the world outside has nothing as honest as the *** and passion in this room.
• A New Arrangement: You begin to set your own "restraints." You tell her that if she wants to keep her "pet," the door stays unlocked, but the rules are now yours. You trade the literal tape for a psychological bond that is much harder to break.

[Ba****]

What lots of bollocks for her🤣

[ye****]

Hahahah do I have a story for you!!!