A/N: This is a CNC (consensual non-consent) scene and both the characters are over 18!
“Are you sure about this?” Cillian asked, his dark eyes flickering at me as he parked his car. I shivered when he turned off the heater, knowing exactly what was going to happen once I stepped out. My panties were already wet being near him and the thought of what we had discussed…
We would play. I would run. And he would hunt me.
My thighs clenched at the image that played in my head. I needed to get out of my head and have some fun.
I nodded, touching his hand. “I trust you, Cillian.”
“Good girl.” His intense stare turned wicked, and I held my breath when he leaned closer, cupping my cheek. “I can’t wait to play with my Doll.”
He pulled away before I could kiss him and convince him to have sex in the car and forget about everything.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the passenger door, the chilly wind of November brushing over my bare skin.
Before I could take off, Cillian asked, “What is your safe word?”
I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. “Barbie.”
He nodded and I could feel his burning eyes on my skin when I closed the door and started walking towards the woods behind my school. I tightened the scarf around my head when the wind picked up, my skirt and blouse fluttering with the breeze.
The only things I could hear were the sounds of nature. Tall pine trees with leaves whispering against each other, sounds of small animals and crickets. Leaves scrunched underneath my shoes, making me very aware of how alone I was.
I took in a shuddering breath when I heard the loud snap of a twig behind me and looked over my shoulder. There was smog everywhere, so I couldn’t see anyone clearly despite feeling someone near me.
“Hello?” I voiced out, knowing well that no one would be stupid enough to reply.
Shaking my head, I pulled my cardigan closer and quickened my pace to go to the church. The ends of my scarf brushed over my bare neck, making me shiver. My breath puffed in front of me and despite the cold wind, the burn of his eyes on me made me feel warm and oddly safe.
I paused, hearing leaves crunch behind me. I turned around to see someone with a broad frame moving between the tall trees.
“Is someone there?” I asked, but my voice was nothing but a lowly whisper. Clearing my throat, I tried again, keeping my voice leveled. “H-hello? Is someone there?”
I didn’t receive any response for a few minutes and moved back to my path to the church. I didn’t want to—
Crunch.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw the person was much closer and just the silhouette of someone so close to me while I was alone made my heart rate increase. I moved my legs faster, hitching the strap of my purse higher on my shoulder, and started running. My shoes crunched the leaves underneath me.
“H-help!” I tried to scream but my breath came out in huffs from running that I was sure no one had heard.
A hand closed around my wrist, my golden waves flying over my face as I was forcefully turned around, slamming into someone’s hard body. I screamed, but it came out muffled, since the man had covered my mouth with one hand, trapping my wrists with the other.
“Shh, little Doll,” he said, his voice deep and rough. His eyes were dark and mean and deliciously wicked. “I’m not gonna hurt you if you’ll be a good pet, yeah?”
I shook my head, squirming in his grip, trying to push him away or kick, bite and scream, but it was so utterly useless against his large frame. His low chuckle, full of amusement, grazed against my ears, making me shudder. When I tried to move back, he twisted my arms and pulled me taut against him, his chest hard and chiseled. My cardigan lowered over my shoulders, baring the thin straps of my dress and my neck to him.
“Quit struggling. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you, Doll,” he crooned, his hand still on my mouth. “I’m going to lower my hand and you have to promise me you’ll be a good pet and won’t scream.”
I paused, flickering my eyes to his face as tears burned my eyes. He looked devilish, his dark hair with silvering roots that I had held so many times when he went down on me. The delicious scar on the corner of his lips twitched when he smirked, knowing full well that he had caught me and there was no way I would get out of it.
My abdomen tightened and legs clenched, feeling his hard, powerful muscles pressing against me.
This is Cillian. I said to myself. He is Cillian. He won’t harm you.
But what if I wanted him to?
I nodded at him and slowly, he took his hand off me. I waited for a single breath and screamed for help, pushing him off of me with as much strength as I could muster.
I must have caught him by surprise because his hold on me loosened for a second and I used that moment to scramble away. But I was too weak against his strength and he was too quick. It didn’t take him much effort at all to grab my hand and push me down on the ground, my knees scraping against the leaves and dirt.
“Stop!” I yelled, wriggling on the ground when he straddled my back, holding my hands behind me. “Let me go! I-I won’t tell anyone, please, let me go.”
“But why would I?” He tsked, taking the scarf off of my head as my hair fell over my shoulders, brushing my skin and the ground. “Look how pretty you are. I can keep you tied up in my basement and no one will ever know, Doll.”
I whimpered, squirming underneath him. I looked at him over my shoulder, blinking back the tears. He looked so big and menacing underneath the tall trees. “P-please, don’t. I… I can give you money. Let me go. Please! Help, someone—mmfgh.”
My voice was muffled when he tied the scarf around my mouth, gagging me with it as I trembled on the ground, his weight keeping me pinned while he held my wrists in his one hand.
“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing over my ear, the press of his weight keeping me pinned. “Be a good girl and let me play with you, hm?”
I screamed again, squirming and trying to claw his hand with my nails, but it was useless. My voice was muffled. We were alone, and he had caught me.
He chuckled darkly, goosebumps erupting on my arms. I held my breath when he turned me around, my back on the ground. It was cold, and it was seeping through my clothes.
“Look at you…” I shook my head when he tried to touch my face. But he held my jaw, leaning down to look at me, his eyes gleaming with lust. I had to drown the urge to arch up to him and beg him to kiss me and fuck me right there in the middle of the woods. “Your pretty clothes are ruined. Shh—don’t cry now. I will help you out of them and then we can see what else your pretty mouth does other than scream, hm? Does that sound like a good deal to you, Doll?”
When I shook my head, he chuckled. It was soft and deep and it made me wet. “No? Well, too bad. I want to see how your tits look like…” I whimpered when he touched my breast through the blouse, squeezing it lightly. I squirmed, trying to move my hands, which were pinned above my head. I cried out when he pinched my nipple. “Good girls don’t struggle. I am being so gentle with you. But my patience has a limit, sweet Doll.”
There was a warning… a sexy warning behind the threat.
“Now, let’s get you out of these dirty clothes.” My eyes widened when he flicked out a knife from his pocket, and my attempts to pull away from him were useless when he placed the tip of the cold, sharp blade against my throat. “You don’t need clothes when I am around, Doll. I promise I’ll keep you warm, naked and full.”
The innuendo behind his words was dirty, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from Cillian.
“Be still and don’t move or you’ll hurt yourself.”
I stayed still, holding my breath when he lowered the knife between my breasts and sliced my expensive blouse—the one he had bought for me—and kept moving it until it cut through the hem of my skirt and panties. I sighed in relief when he pulled away the knife, but that relief lasted only for a moment as I was bared to the world and his dark obsidian eyes.
“Christ… you’re fucking sexy, Doll,” he grumbled at the sight of me, his large hands running over my belly and breasts, the callouses of his fingers making me whimper and he teased me as I grew wetter for him.
I knew Cillian meant those words because he always spent time to admire my body—full of curves, heavy breasts and lush stomach. Despite being conscious of my belly during our first time, I had grown out of it the minute he had gazed at me like I was his wet dream.
I snapped out of my thoughts when his hand removed the gag on my mouth and the other wrapped around my neck, holding it.
“W-what do you want?” I asked, my voice throaty and full of arousal.
His eyes narrowed, and I knew that he knew how much I need him inside me. “I want you, Doll. I might just keep you as a pet after I fuck all your holes.”
His crude words made me whimper, his hand tugging at my hair and pulling me on my knees when he stood up, towering over me as he made me crawl towards a tree with a thick trunk.
I didn’t have to ask what he was doing when I heard the sound of zipper lowering and my instincts kicked in.
“You’re not running away until I have a taste of your sweet cunt, Doll,” he growled, tightening his hold on my hair.
Cillian
“Please,” Emma whimpered, her mascara running down her face, streaking her cheeks, but her blue eyes were wide with lust and deep hunger. I knew exactly what my Doll wanted.
“Sh, open your mouth and suck me off.” I gently but firmly kept her head against the trunk of the tree and stood over her, her knees digging into the dirt. She looked so fucking sexy. I had to control myself from pinning her against the tree or on the dirty ground and fill her up.
“W-will you be gentle?” She batted her lashes innocently as they gleam with tears, but I knew all too well she didn’t want me to be gentle. I could see in her pretty eyes how much she liked me to be rough with her. How much she loved the difference between us and had a size kink.
I had promised I’d do whatever she wanted. Even fulfilling her dirty fantasy…
“No,” I said firmly, grabbing her jaw and glaring at her. “You know why?”
“W-why?” Her face was red, and she was squirming, trying to rub her thighs together.
“Because I found a pretty little thing, like a fucking Barbie, in these woods, and I’m keeping you,” I said, reminding her of her safe word. I ran my hand through her soft golden waves as her pupils dilated. “You’re mine, little Doll. Mine to use. Isn’t that right?”
Emma didn’t reply, her lips parting and eyes going hazy. “I-I…”
“Shh. Dolls don’t speak without permission. Now repeat what I said before.”
“I am not—”
I let out a low groan, sliding my thick cock inside her mouth, her brows scrunching and cheeks hollowing when she peered up at me. I could see how desperate she was, her hand turning into a fist on her thigh to control herself from touching.
I pulled out, letting her gasp for air, and said, “Say it.”
“Please… use me.”
Tugging at her hair, I repeated, “Say it again, Doll.”
Emma licked her lips, inching closer to my cock as she said sweetly, “Please use me.”
“Good fucking girl,” I rumbled, straightening up and gently pushing her head down on my throbbing dick. “Don’t stop sucking until I tell you to. I wanna make a pretty mess out of you.”
Emma moaned, and I had to hold on the tree to support myself as the reverberations of her moans went straight to my full balls. I groaned at the sight of her plump pink lips sliding over my length, her baby blue eyes watching me as she undid me.
Fuck. I won’t last a second like this.
“I’m keeping you. Forget about your freedom. You’re mine, you understand, Doll?” I gritted through my teeth, pushing her head on the tree and fucking her mouth. She gagged and choked, but didn’t use the safe gesture to stop me.
That’s all I needed to know to use her mouth however I wanted.
“I’m gonna cum and you’re going to swallow every single fucking drop, hm?” I growled, keeping my hold on her hair gentle enough for her to pull away.
Her watery eyes blinked at me when I pulled out for a second for her to breathe before using her mouth and throat to make myself cum. I groaned when I exploded in the warmth of her pretty mouth.
“Swallow it all, Doll. Don’t waste it or I’ll fucking punish you,” I threatened her, gently sliding out and seeing her throat bob as she swallowed my cum down her throat, licking her lips and blinking up at me.
“Good girl.”
Emma
I relished in his praise and gasped in surprise when Cillian grabbed my neck and kissed me. I was caught off guard when he devoured my mouth with rough passion, biting my lips and choking me gently. I squirmed, feeling wetness drip out of my pussy. I was so close to break out of the role-play and demand him to fuck me.
A whimper elicited from my throat when he pulled away to grab my breast, pinching the nipple. He chuckled darkly, the sound of it going straight to my clit. “You are a messy little thing, aren’t you, Doll? Look how pretty your tits look in my cum.”
My eyes were wide when I looked at them and saw that some of his orgasm had slid down from my neck to my breasts. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, but I didn’t have anywhere to hide my embarrassment when Cillian pulled me up on my feet. I was unbalanced, and before I could breathe, he threw me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?!” I squeaked, scrunching my hands into the back of his shirt as he started walking. Oh god, what the fuck has he planned? I had just asked him for a rough role-play in the woods, nothing else.
I moaned in shock when he spanked my ass, holding me tightly as my hair hung in front of me. “I’m taking you to my place, Doll,” he said it casually as if he was announcing the weather, his long strides making me breathy and turned on as I waited in anticipation.
“I’m naked,” I said in a small voice, embarrassed and turned on that I was fully bare in the dark woods while he was fully clothed. I wondered how I would look if someone found us. Cillian holding me, naked and without a stitch of clothing on my skin, over his tall frame while he was fully dressed, his tattoos peeking over his shirt, and looking rugged.
He spanked my butt again, my hold tightening on his shirt. “And? You look sexy as fuck and I’m keeping you naked all the time, Doll, don’t worry. If you want to wear clothes, you better learn to barter with your sexy body.”
My eyes were wide when he finally placed me down and I realized we were in the abandoned church behind the academy. It looked worn down and all the pews were empty. The air smelled musty, and I couldn’t hear anything but my own breathing. We were alone in an abandoned church.
I shivered, rubbing my arms to hide the goosebumps when he locked the old door behind him.
“I—Why are we here? What do you mean by barter?”
My voice was shaky because I was turned on by the anticipation of what would come next.
“I told you, I’m keeping you, Doll. Tie you up, use you and fuck you however I want,” he said, his deep voice in the dark making me tremble. His hands were rough when he grabbed me, caressing my breasts and stomach as if he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. “You can barter with your pretty mouth, your wet cunt or even your little ass, hm?”
My nails dug into his forearm when his hand lowered on my back to squeeze it. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I bet you haven’t been fucked there.”
“N-no, please…”
Cillian had fucked me there before and made me orgasm until I passed out, and the role-play Cillian was so filthy that it made my knees wobble.
He held me up, tsking at me as he grabbed my jaw, making me look into his dark eyes. “Since I own you and your entire body, I also own all your holes, Doll. If I want to use your ass, I can, right?”
He didn’t let me reply before bending me over an old pew, his one hand on my back to make me arch, and other spanked my ass.
“I’m going to fuck you like this. Right here and you’re going to pray to my name because from now on I’m your God,” he said harshly in my ear and I trembled when I heard him unzip. He stood behind me, his body heat warming me.
“P-please,” I begged, his hand keeping me pinned when the head of his cock brushed over my lips.
Cillian let out a dark chuckle that made me cream even more. “You’re so soaked, Doll. I won’t even need to use lube to fuck your little ass.”
“Please don’t!” My gasp turned into a long moan when he slid inside me, filling me up and retreating before I could get used to his length and slamming inside me once again. I whimpered when he fucked me on the pew, his thrusts powerful enough to make me shake and make my knees weak.
“Such a perfect fucking cunt,” he groaned, spanking my ass. “Fuck, Doll. You’re perfect. I could keep you and breed you as much as I want, right?”
I shook my head and gasped when he threaded his hand through my hair and tugged, making me arch. “Don’t lie,” he crooned, his lips peppering kisses all over my neck. “Your pussy clenched me so tight when I said it. I know you love the idea, little Doll. You don’t have to be embarrassed for liking it. I’ll keep you full all day if you want me to.”
I shuddered when my body rocked with orgasm, his chuckle turning into a soft laughter and his thrusts getting deeper and harder as if he wanted my orgasm to last. I shivered, feeling the metal of his piercing rubbing over my sensitive spot, triggering another orgasm.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he said, kissing my shoulder and pulling out of me.
I stayed on the pew, my body trembling with the aftershocks of orgasms, when something cold landed on my butt and I knew what it was. I looked over my shoulder to watch Cillian drop a dollop of lube over his cock that was covered in a condom. Ohmygod.
“It’ll hurt, but it’ll also feel good, pet,” Cillian said, spreading my legs.
We had done this before and he was always gentle, letting me set the pace. But we had never done it outside the bedroom and having him take me here in an abandoned church on an old pew made me tremble.
“Stay still and I’ll make you feel good, Doll.”
I sighed and gasped when he slid the tip of his cock inside me. My gasp turned into a loud moan and then a groan when he kept sliding inside until he was fully in, stretching me around his thick length.
“Perfect,” he growled, slowly pulling out and fucking me. “You’re perfect, Doll.”
I whimpered when he squeezed my ass and slowly fucked me until my head felt dizzy and I was the one who was rocking myself over his cock.
“You’re such a good girl,” he praised me, running his hands over my back and fondling my breasts. “Play with yourself. Rub your clit and make yourself cum when I fuck your ass, Doll.”
My hand lowered to my clit, rubbing slowly and gently like how Cillian does it. I was moaning and whimpering when pleasure bubbled inside me, increasing higher and higher as he kept his pace.
“I’m cumming,” I gasped out, clenching him when he rammed inside me, making me orgasm.
“Cum for me, Doll,” he groaned, releasing inside the latex.
White hot lust melted through me as I kept coming, clenching around him and shaking. I made a sound when he slowly slid out, and I stayed on the pew, keeping my eyes closed.
“Emma?”
I blinked open my heavy-lidded eyes and found a pair of obsidian eyes staring down at me. “You okay, Doll?”
I hummed and smiled, settling into his lap. “Never been better, Cillian,” I whispered and kissed his lips. “I love you. Thank you for this.”
“I love you too, Doll.” He hummed, kissing me back softly and pulling away when I tried to push him. “You’re sore and sensitive. Greedy girl.”
I pouted. “Not my fault you’re so sexy.”
He rolled his eyes and kissed my temple. “Relax for a while. We still have an hour before I’ve to take you home.”
“Okay, bossy bodyguard.”
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