Forcefully

One evening, Caz tentatively confides a secret...

"For simply ages, I've had a fantasy," she reveals, hesitantly, "it's kind of blush-making."

"No judgement, go on," Seb is intrigued.

"Essentially, I'm taken by force, dominated, overwhelmed; so non woke, un pc and transgressive."

"You mean the R word?"

"Don't say it, almost as taboo as the N word. More like R-adjacent, to be honest; initial reluctance transmuting into pleasure. I may not have fully thought it through."

"Ever done this before?"

"No, unless you count frequently masturbating while visualising the narrative in my head."

"Don't want to weird your buzz, but we'll need a few ground rules in advance - a safe word for a start," he cautions.

"Fine - but the element of surprise remains crucial; I'll leave the when and where to you."

Caz and Seb have been together a while now, yet despite the couple discussing extending their amorous repertoire several times, Seb is privately blindsided by Caz's revelation. Who knew? Not him. Still, what his partner wants, she's going to get...

At the weekend, Caz dresses alluringly, erotic and flirtatious,

hoping that after a frustratingly sexless week - no one's fault, just the pressure of bloody work - she might seduce Seb. Although he's acting strangely: distant, offhand and bossy, a puzzling change to his usual, laid-back, affable self?

Oh, wow! Initially confused, the reason for this uncharacteristic behaviour dawns on Caz. Seb has become someone else: a convincing embodiment of what she's imagined, and, in the parlous justification of countless abusers, Caz literally asked for it.

"Come with me," he commands and pulls her, stumbling in high heels, caught both mentally and physically off balance, to their bedroom where things get serious very quickly. Peremptorily pulled face down across his lap, Caz hadn't realised her boyfriend could be so strong and masterful. Ignoring perfunctory protests, he lifts her dress, pulls down her skimpy knickers and spanks Caz's bare bottom until it glows, her hands pinned, legs kicking helplessly.

Bloody hell! He's spanked her before - it was originally Caz's kinky suggestion - but always playfully. This time most of the slaps are aimed lower, at her sensitive sit spot, where bottom cheeks merge with thighs. A merciful pause, then Seb delivers six more hard spanks, three on each cheek, leaving red marks and fingerprints. Stinging his hand, but not as much as her poor bum.

"Please don't hurt me," whimpers Caz, no longer pretending. Seb's implicit message is clear: obey, or else.

A damsel in distress, struggling pointlessly, Caz is manhandled backwards onto the bed, hands tied above her head to the metal frame with a scarf. Vulnerable and exposed, she can't get away - well, she could easily; it's the softest of knots - but this roleplay demands their total commitment.

"Seb, I..."

"Did I ask your opinion?"

"No, but..."

"Then be quiet and be grateful for what you're given."

Seb opens Caz's wraparound dress and undoes her push-up bra. Squeezes her boobs, teasing and pinching her erect nipples, making Caz wriggle and squirm, not yet ready to fully surrender. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, gently nips the sensitive tip with his teeth, sending electric jolts of pleasure directly to her pussy. Oh Christ, Caz has never been so turned on by having her tits fondled. Like her eponymous favourite band: she is wet, wet, wet.

Looming over her, Seb forces apart Caz's thighs, holding her legs wide apart. This is scary and arousing beyond words, her rational mind apprehensive, body responding unilaterally. His fingers trace her tingling slit, intensifying her arousal. Despite her predicament, Caz moves sinuously, pushing her pussy against his hand, riding waves of pleasure. Gasps as Seb pushes past lust-swollen labia and curls a questing digit inside. Trickles of moisture ooze from her pussy. Deftly, he presses her G-spot, while simultaneously smacking her sopping kitty, each impact making her shudder and squeal; an orgasm courses through her body.

Allowing no time to recover, Seb switches his attention to relentlessly tonguing her hypersensitized vulva, sucking her clit, inserting another digit and fingering Caz fast. Oh fuck! An endorphin rush arrives in waves, and, to her surprise, Caz comes again, squirting for the first time, amazed at her total loss of control. Seb pushes his fingers into her mouth, makes Caz taste her juices. She struggles against the bonds, looks down, so disgracefully wet and open, fully exposed. Seb slowly circles his thumb on her rosebud.

"Oh, Christ, no," Caz panics. "Please, I'm not ready, don't fuck my bottom."

"I won't, for the moment, anyway", he smiles wolfishly. "Just proving a point."

"Then what are you going to do to me?"

"Fuck your naughty pussy until you scream." Despite her predicament, Caz is secretly thrilled as the head of his penis pushes insistently against her labia. Seb pauses for a few seconds, allows their anticipation to build, then, lubricated by her secretions, parts her soft lips and plunges his full length inside her gaping slot. She is owned, rough and rough sex, buried to the hilt. Suddenly scared by Seb's blank face and powerful presence, Caz bucks her hips hard, wriggles furiously, tries to push him off, but proves no match for his weight and strength.

"Oh, no, it's too big, I can't take it," she moans - word-for-word true to her fantasy. "Oh, Christ, no, it's stretching me."

Seb says nothing, lifts her legs higher, spreading them wider. Settles into a cadence of thrusts and partial withdrawals.

Impaled and powerless to stop him, Caz writhes and moans.

"Now I'm going harder and deeper," he warns hoarsely.

Impossible, thinks Caz; his balls are already banging on my perineum. Oh Jesus, apparently, he can; the change of angle puts pressure on her clit. Maximum penetration. No permission sought. Such sweet torment. She is taken, violated, and, this really shouldn't be happening, in thrall to the moment, ecstatic.

"No, too much," she gasps for form's sake, close to another orgasm, inwardly hoping he won't stop.

Seb reaches up and frees her hands, an opportunity to escape; instead, Stockholm syndrome kicks in and Caz's ankles cross behind his waist, her hands run through his hair, fingers fiercely clawing at his shoulders, ardently kissing her ravisher.

With an atavistic growl, he plunders her pussy again and again, each thrust steady and purposeful, triggering a tumultuous series of climaxes in Caz while, with a series of inchoate grunts and gasps, Seb abundantly comes and comes.

"I didn't want to, but you made me," Caz murmurs untruthfully; dazed, body shaking, orgasmic aftershocks flowing through her tired body, fireworks exploding in her head. Pussy chafed, face and chest scarlet, makeup smudged and hair awry. "I'm almost speechless," she gasps, still trembling, held tightly in his arms. "Such an intense release, I'll be sore tomorrow."

They relax with glasses of wine, discussing the experience.

"For a moment that went very dark," Caz reflects ruefully.

"That's an understatement," agrees Seb. "I enjoyed crossing boundaries, not exactly a free pass but a considerable degree of licence. Think I momentarily ceded control to my neanderthal brain; that final climax came perilously close to violence.

"I didn't like you that you spanked me so hard," she pouts at the recall. "Exemplifying the difference between imagined and actual pain. You are such a bad man. Thankfully, the fucking was wonderfully intense. Altogether a confusing kind of consensual non-consent power exchange. I am so spent."

"Was it what you wanted, what you'd hoped, worth repeating?" Seb asks. Caz is silent for long seconds before responding.

"A cautious yes to the first two questions. Absolutely not to the third. Too close to the edge. Borderline dangerous. Crossed off the bucket list, done and dusted," Caz says emphatically. "No regrets, but I'll need time to physically recover and mentally unboggle. What we just did ran roughshod over everything I believe in - yet was massively euphoric."

"If you're open to further sexual adventures, it's my turn to choose next time." For a moment, Seb's words hang in the air. Caz looks at him shyly. "Really? Now you're being coy. A bit late in the day after what we just did," Seb smiles.

Caz knows he'll want to take her anal virginity. Will she let him? On the evidence of today, can she stop him? Even in her exhausted, satiated state, the idea is arousing. Go with your first instincts, says a voice in her head, there's always the safe word. Which, so far, she's not once considered using.

"Maybe..." Caz says. "Definitely maybe."