The noble USER
We had met on an erotic portal.
Nights passed with long conversations. With questions that went deeper. I told him things that I otherwise played, staged, marketed. He didn't react with desire. But with patience. With silence.
Then came the invitation.
A castle. Old nobility.
If you come, he wrote, then not as a role.
And so I stood here now.
The heavy gates closed behind me with a dull thud that was more than just a noise. The castle breathed history, power, and something dark, unspoken. The walls seemed watchful.
I saw him only when I descended the last steps. Black fabric, perfectly cut. A calmness that didn't invite but stated. His gaze rested on me as if he had long decided who I would be in this night.
“You hesitated,” he said calmly.
“But you came anyway.”
I wanted to answer, but my voice got stuck in my throat for a moment. It wasn't what he said – it was the way he examined me. Slow. Possessive. As if he didn't see my body but everything I otherwise hid.
He stepped closer. Every step deliberate. When he stood in front of me, there was no distance left that one could ignore. His hand rose, this tormenting game with expectation began.
Not rough. Not tender.
“In our messages, you were curious,” he murmured. “Here, you will be honest.”
A shiver ran down my spine. The candles flickered as if they were afraid of him. Or of me.
He let me go, turned around without checking if I followed. Naturally, I did. The corridors became narrower, darker. The air heavier. Every step felt like a conscious continuation into something I had long sought – and feared – had.
In a room, he stopped. No pomp. No gold. Only stone, shadows, a large window without curtains. The moon drew cold light on the floor.
“Here,” he said, “you lose nothing that you should keep.”
His gaze hit me like a silent command. I felt exposed – not physically but inwardly. All my roles, my rehearsed seduction, my control began to crumble.
He came closer. Again this slow, unbearable closeness. His f****rs slid along my wrist, felt my pulse.
“You react quickly,” he stated. “I like that.”
No compliment. An observation.
When he leaned towards me, I felt his breath on my ear. His voice became deeper.
“Boundaries exist here not to be broken,” he said calmly.
“But to be consciously crossed.”
My heart beat loud. His proximity was overwhelming.
In this castle, time stretched. Every moment tensed like a wire just before it snapped. And I knew: He would f**k me hard now. He tore off my clothes and rammed his c**k hard into my tight ass.
He had taken possession of me!