Break in (cnc)

August 22

Kinks- mask, cnc, knife play, primal, bondage, wax play, ice play, orgasm denial

I was alone in my room, lost in my own pleasure, when a sound echoed through the house. Sharp. Out of place. My breath hitched, not with ***, but anticipation. We had planned this. I followed the noise anyway, heart pounding, body already awake. In the kitchen he stood waiting. Masked. Silent. The knife in his hand wasn’t a threat. It was a symbol. A promise. I let out a shaky laugh, the signal we’d agreed on. His head tilted, predatory, and then he moved.

He chased me down the hallway, fast enough to make my pulse spike, slow enough to let me feel hunted. When he caught me, he ***d me down, his weight heavy and grounding. The blade traced over fabric, never breaking skin, just enough pressure to make me shiver. I gasped. He watched every reaction like it mattered. I slipped free on purpose, crawling away, letting him take me again. He grabbed my ankles and dragged me back to the bedroom, not rough, but claiming. The restraints waited for me. I offered my wrists without a word. Once secured, I was his focus. His entire world narrowed to my body and my breath.

He stripped me slowly. The knife followed, gliding over my skin and into my dripping heat, cold and deliberate. Wax dripped next, hot enough to steal my breath and make me tremble, followed by ice that erased it. Contrast. Control. My body responded before my mind could catch up- quivering, whimpering, moaning, trembling.

He teased relentlessly. Bringing me right to the edge, then pulling away. Over and over. Every pause made me ache harder. He wanted the begging. I wanted to give it. My voice broke when I finally did. He ignored it at first. That was part of it. The denial. The power. When he finally touched me with intention, it wasn’t what I expected. He chose his mouth instead of himself, slow and devastating, until my body gave up entirely. When I shattered, it was with his permission. Messy. Uncontrolled. Primal. He stayed there, grounded, present, letting me come apart knowing I was safe the entire time. Soaking every hair on his beard and chest in the process.

When the mask finally came off, his eyes were steady and soft. The knife was set aside. He kissed my forehead, unbuckled the restraints, and pulled me into his arms. A power was gone. The trust remained