The Dominant’s Trap

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As her eyes fluttered open, she realized that she wasn’t in her own bed. Slowly, memories filled in the gaps- she had met a man last night, a handsome man with hazel eyes and a sharp jaw, who had offered to drive her home. That was the last thing she remembered before waking up in a dimly lit room. She sat up quickly, and that’s when she noticed the handcuffs binding her to the bed.

She struggled against the restraints, her heart pounding in her chest. A voice, a deep voice that sent shivers down her spine, spoke from the shadows. “Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?”

She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him watching her. “What’s going on?” she demanded, her voice shaking.

He chuckled, his voice growing closer. “Oh, nothing too sinister. I simply wanted to invite you to play a little game with me.”

Her eyes widened. “Game? What kind of game?”

His hand appeared in front of her face, and she flinched back instinctively. He was holding a blindfold. “A game of trust,” he said, his voice low. “All you have to do is let me show you how good it can feel to let go of control.”

She hesitated for a moment, her mind warring between logic and desire. What if he was a psychopath? What if he hurt her? But then, a wave of heat washed over her, her body remembering the way he had looked at her, the way his hands had felt on her skin. She nodded slowly, and he smiled, his hand brushing her cheek.

“Good girl,” he whispered, sliding the blindfold over her eyes. She felt a moment of panic, but then his hands were on her, his lips pressing against hers. She moaned, letting herself drown in the sensation.

He moved her expertly, his fingers pressing and teasing her in all the right methods. Her body was on fire, and she couldn’t help but arch toward him, giving herself completely to his touch.

But then, he stopped, and she whined, her body aching for more. “Please,” she begged.

He chuckled. “Please what, sweetheart?”

She felt a blush creeping up her neck. “Please touch me more. I need it.”

“Ah, but you see, that’s not how this game works,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down her stomach. “The Dominant’s trap is simple- I control you until you beg for release. And then, and only then, can you have what you want.”

She gasped, her body trembling with arousal. She had never wondered of herself as submissive, but something about his words, his touch, had awakened a hunger in her that she couldn’t ignore. “Please,” she whispered again, her voice barely audible.

He chuckled. “Please what?”

“Please… please let me come,” she moaned, feeling like she was on the brink of something enormous.

And then, finally, he gave her what she wanted. He let her fall over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure. She screamed his name, and he grinned, his hand still moving gently between her thighs.

“That was just the beginning,” he whispered. “You’re mine now, darling. You’re trapped.”

And she realized, with a thrill of excitement, that she didn’t want to escape. She wanted to surrender to this man, this dominant, and see where his trap would lead her.

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