The apartment was quiet except for the faint rustle of rope against skin as Sophie worked methodically, her breath steady despite the flutter in her stomach. She’d practiced this before—tying herself up with just enough slack to feel secure, but never so tight she couldn’t wriggle free if she really needed to. Tonight, though, she’d gone further. The blindfold was snug, the ropes intricate, her wrists bound behind her back, her ankles secured to the bedposts. A thin chain connected her collar to the headboard, limiting her movement to just a few inches in any direction. The vulnerability sent a shiver down her spine, her nipples hardening as she tested the bonds one last time.
She’d left the bedroom door ajar on purpose. Just a crack. Just enough.
Sophie had no way of knowing when Carl let himself into her apartment. He’d been dropping off a package—at least, that’s what he told himself when he knocked and got no answer. The door had been unlocked, which was unlike her. But then he heard it: a soft, breathy moan, the kind that made his cock twitch instantly. Following the sound, he pushed the bedroom door open just enough to see.
And fuck, what a sight.
Sophie was spread out on her bed, naked, blindfolded, her skin flushed pink from the effort of binding herself. Her tits were full, her waist dipped just right, and the way her hips arched slightly off the mattress—like she was already begging for something—made Carl’s mouth water. The ropes crisscrossed her body, highlighting every curve, the chain from her collar glinting in the lamplight. He should’ve left. He knew he should’ve left. But then she shifted, letting out another quiet whimper, and his self-control snapped.
He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.
Sophie froze. She hadn’t heard the door open, but she felt the shift in the air, the way her skin prickled under someone’s gaze. Her pulse spiked. 'This wasn’t part of the plan.' But then, neither was the way her pussy clenched at the thought of being found like this.
“Well,” Carl murmured, his voice rough, “this is a surprise.”
Sophie swallowed hard. “Carl?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” His footsteps were slow, deliberate, circling the bed like a predator sizing up prey. “You always tie yourself up like this, or is today special?”
She bit her lip. “I—I didn’t think anyone would—”
“Find you?” He chuckled, low and dark. “Lucky me.”
Her breath hitched as the mattress dipped near her hips. A finger traced the inside of her thigh, slow, teasing. “You’re soaked, Sophie.”
She was. The realization that she wasn’t alone anymore, that someone else was in control, had her dripping. When his touch brushed her pussy, she gasped, her bound body jerking against the ropes.
“Fuck, you’re begging for it, aren’t you?” His fingers slid through her folds, collecting her wetness before circling her clit. Sophie moaned, her head falling back. The blindfold made everything sharper—the sound of his breathing, the rough pad of his thumb, the way his other hand gripped her hip, holding her still.
“Tell me you want it,” he demanded, his voice a growl.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck, yes.”
Carl didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped quickly, his cock already hard and leaking, then climbed onto the bed, straddling her waist. Sophie could feel the heat of him, the weight of his body pinning her down. The ropes kept her helpless, and she *loved* it.
“You’ve got quite the collection here,” he murmured, nodding toward the nightstand where an array of vibrators and dildos were neatly arranged. He picked up a sleek, curved toy, turning it over in his hand. “This one your favorite?”
Sophie whimpered as he pressed the cool silicone against her nipple, rolling it in slow circles. “Carl, please—”
“Please what?” He dragged the toy down her stomach, over her trembling belly, then lower, teasing her entrance. “You want me to fuck you with it? Or should I use my cock instead?”
“Both,” she gasped. “Fuck, both.”
He chuckled, turning the vibrator on low. The buzz against her clit made her jerk, a broken cry spilling from her lips. “Greedy girl.”
Carl didn’t make her wait. He lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, then pushed in with one deep thrust. Sophie arched, a strangled moan tearing from her throat. He was *big*, stretching her in a way her toys never could, filling her completely. The vibrator stayed pressed to her clit, the dual sensation overwhelming.
“You like that?” Carl groaned, his hips snapping forward. “Like being tied up while I fuck you?”
“Yes—fuck—” Sophie’s words dissolved into a string of curses and pleading as he set a brutal pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her while the vibrator hummed against her clit. The ropes dug into her skin, the blindfold kept her in the dark, and all she could do was take it, her body trembling on the edge of release.
“Come on, Sophie,” Carl growled, his voice rough with effort. “Come for me.”
It was the command that did it. Her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around his cock as she screamed, her back bowing off the bed. Carl groaned, his thrusts turning erratic as her tight heat milked him. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her and came, his release spilling hot and thick.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Carl stayed buried inside her, his breath ragged, while Sophie panted, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Slowly,