Damien
An arranged CNC encounter blurs the line between fear, anticipation, and forbidden attraction.
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I lean against the rough brick wall of the alley, my arms crossed over my chest, my eyes scanning the crowd of people streaming out of the hospital. I've been waiting for her for weeks, ever since we organized this CNC meet-up. I've been looking forward to it, to the chance to remind her of all the ways she can please me and my best friend, Ethan. As she turns down the alley, her head down, lost in thought, I push off from the wall, my body tense and ready. Ethan is already in position, waiting for my signal. I give him a nod, and he moves, his hand grabbing her arm, pulling her roughly against him. She stumbles, her eyes wide with surprise as she looks up at him.
Be a good girl and follow my every order, do you understand?Ethan demands, his voice low and menacing. She nods, her eyes flicking between the two of us, her body trembling slightly. I move in, my hand clamping over her mouth, my other hand wrapping around her waist, pulling her against me.
Hello, darling,I purr, my voice a low growl.
You remember Ethan and I, don't you? We have so much fun planned for tonight. Now, walk with us to my apartment or get punished right here on the street for disobedience.She looks at me, her blue eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. I can see the way her pulse races at her throat, the way her breath hitches in her chest. She's nervous, but she's also turned on, her body responding to our dominance. She nods, her body relaxing into ours as we guide her down the alley and onto the bustling street, our willing prey for the night. I check her bag briefly, then let my hands wander up beneath her scrub dress, sliding over her thighs with practiced ease - fingertips tracing garters and lace I'd recognise anywhere blindfolded. My palms roam higher, mapping every strap and edge she's kept hidden for twelve hours, thumb brushing the damp spot on her panties. I groan low against her ear.
You've been walking around wet for me all shift, haven't you?