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It was two in the morning. The soft blue glow of Amber’s alarm clock lit the edge of her nightstand, the digits sharp against the dark. She blinked at it groggily, unsure what had stirred her from sleep.
Maybe a noise. Maybe intuition.
She pushed back the covers, bare feet touching the cold wood floor. Her silk sleep shorts clung to her thighs as she padded down the hallway, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
The kitchen was still—quiet.
But the back door was wide open.
A chill ran up her spine, and for a moment she was frozen. That door had been locked . She was sure of it.
Before she could take a step, a gloved hand clamped over her mouth. She gasped, body going rigid as a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against a solid, familiar chest.
“Shh, sweetheart,” came a low growl against her ear. “Don’t make a sound.”
Her eyes widened, heart pounding—but she recognized the voice instantly. Joey. Rough. Jersey accent thick and cruel.
They’d talked about this.
Roleplay. Control. Fear.
She’d brought up the idea a few nights ago in bed, voice small and shy, expecting him to laugh it off. But he didn’t. He’d listened. Asked questions. Made her say what she wanted. Then kissed her so hard she thought she might melt.
She just didn’t know he’d follow through tonight .
Amber squirmed in his grip, kicking weakly, letting out a muffled whimper. She wasn’t really scared—but her body was already betraying her, a jolt of arousal hitting her hard and fast.
Joey chuckled, dark and low. “That’s it. Fight me, baby.”
He spun her around, pressing her hard against the cold metal of the fridge. Her breath hitched.
He was dressed in black from head to toe. A thick hoodie, dark jeans, gloves. And over his face, a black ski mask—only his icy blue eyes were visible, sharp as blades. Her gaze dropped—and that’s when she saw it.
A knife.
Dull. She knew that. But the idea of it sent heat surging between her legs.
“You left your door wide open, sweetheart,” Joey murmured, his voice like silk wrapped around something dangerous. “Practically beggin’ to be broken into. What kinda girl does that?”
“I—I didn’t mean—” she started to say, but he shut her up fast with the knife’s blunt tip lifting her chin.
“Now you’re scared?” he said mockingly. “After all that talk? That sweet little fantasy you whispered in my ear?”
Amber whimpered, eyes wide.
“Good,” he said, his breath hot against her cheek.
Then he shoved her down onto her knees. Hard. Her palms hit the floor, and she reached up for his hoodie to steady herself as she looked up at him—her masked intruder, her fantasy come to life.
“Look at you,” Joey sneered, unbuckling his belt. “Already right where you belong.”
“No—please,” she said softly, eyes wide, voice trembling. “I don’t want—”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Cut the act whore. You’re soaked. I can smell you.”
Amber bit her lip, thighs pressing together instinctively.
“You’re my little cumdump tonight, got it?” he hissed, pulling his cock free. It was hard, heavy, the tip already glistening with precum. “And if you don’t open that pretty mouth right now, I’m gonna make you regret it.”
She kept her lips shut, shaking her head—but she didn’t stop him when he gripped the knife again, dragging the dull edge along her throat, down her collarbone.
“You’re such a fuckin’ tease,” he muttered, sliding his thumb under her bottom lip. “Open up, doll.”
She hesitated—then parted her lips.
He didn’t give her time to think. He shoved his cock into her mouth, slow but forceful, both hands gripping her head as he began to thrust.
“Fuck,” Joey groaned, hips rolling. “That’s it. Deep breath, baby. You know how to take it.”
She gagged, eyes watering, hands gripping his thighs. When it got too much—when her nose was pressed against him and the air wouldn’t come—she tapped twice on his leg. Immediately, he pulled back, letting her catch her breath.
“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a tear from her cheek. “Still with me?”
Amber nodded, eyes shining.
“Then open wide again.”
She obeyed, and he started up again—rougher this time, using her mouth like she was nothing more than a toy built for his pleasure.
“Just a hole,” he growled. “That’s all you are right now. My personal fucktoy.”
Amber moaned around him, thighs squeezing together.
When he finally pulled back, saliva ran down her chin, and her lips were swollen and raw.
Amber gasped as Joey yanked her up from the floor by her hair, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to make her stumble to her feet and let out a convincing little cry. She kept her expression wide-eyed and frightened, her breathing shallow as she let herself be dragged backward through the kitchen.
“Keep lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart,” Joey said, voice low and gravelly, Jersey accent curling around every syllable like smoke. “Like you're scared outta your mind. Makes this real fun for me.”
Amber whimpered, clutching his forearm like she was trying to resist — but not really. They both knew she could stop him at any second. They’d talked about this. Safe words, signals, limits. She’d even double-checked earlier that night just to be sure. Still, her heart was pounding, whether from fear or arousal, she couldn’t say.
The bedroom door creaked as Joey shoved it open with his foot. He didn’t flick on the light, just let the dim glow from the hallway spill in behind them. The shadows cast over his face made the eyeholes of his mask look deeper, darker. Monstrous. Perfect.
Amber stumbled backward until her knees hit the edge of the mattress. Joey didn’t let go of her hair — not yet.
“Down,” he growled. Commanding her like she was a dog, and it made her clench around nothing.
She obeyed, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed, shivering like she was scared. Like she didn’t know what was coming next. Like she didn’t want it.
Joey loomed over her, pulling something from his pocket — a pair of black fabric strips. Her pulse quickened. The blindfold. The tie. She shivered again, harder this time.
“No, Joey, please—” she whispered.
He cut her off with a rough laugh. “No? Babe, you’re in no position to tell me no.”
He stepped in close again and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. The darkness took over fast, robbing her of sight, heightening everything else. She felt her breath catch in her throat as he tied her hands behind her back with the other strip — not too tight, but tight enough to make her feel helpless. Powerless.
That helpless feeling was exactly what she’d asked for.
The mattress dipped as Joey pushed her back onto it, her bound arms awkward beneath her. He loomed over her, close enough for her to feel the heat of him but not touching her yet. Just breathing. Watching. Letting the moment stretch and build.
“You’re a mess already, huh?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “One little scare and you're shaking in your cute little pajamas, beggin' me not to touch you.”
She swallowed thickly, her voice trembling. “Please... just leave. I won’t say anything... I swear...”
Joey’s chuckle was dark and slow, curling around her like smoke. “You think I came all this way just to leave , sweetheart? No, I came here to take what's mine”
She heard the sound of metal again — the knife. A soft snick as it was flicked open. He always made sure she knew it was dull, safe. But in the dark, blindfolded, her senses scattered and tangled with adrenaline, it felt real. Terrifyingly real.
Cold metal grazed her thigh. She tensed instinctively, her breath catching as the blade slid up the inside of her leg, teasing, threatening.
“No!” she cried, her voice high and panicked. “Don’t—!”
“Too late for that,” Joey muttered. “You shoulda locked your door, dumb girl. Now you’re mine.”
Amber trembled beneath him, her thighs shifting restlessly. She felt the knife hook into the waistband of her pajama bottoms, then the soft rip as fabric tore. Her heart thundered in her chest. She didn’t even realize she was holding her breath until the knife traced a cold line down the curve of her hip, slicing her underwear away next.
Joey leaned in close, pressing his masked face against her ear.
“Say you don’t want this,” he whispered. “Say it real pretty.”
“I-I d-don’t…” Amber stammered, her voice full of trembling panic. “Please… don’t…”
But her hips rolled against the mattress involuntarily, betraying her.
Joey laughed again, rough and mean.
“Liar.”
He gripped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs roughly, planting one gloved hand down beside her head to keep her pinned. The other still held the knife, now abandoned beside her on the mattress — forgotten, but still present. Still a symbol of danger.
“You’re so wet it’s dripping,” he growled. “You're a sick little thing, ain’t you? Cryin’ like you don’t want it while your body’s beggin’ me to take it.”
Amber whimpered, struggling against her restraints. “Stop… please, don’t…”
“Can’t stop now, sweetheart. Not when you invited me in with those eyes, with that tight little body, with that door wide open like a good little slut waiting to be used.”
Amber arched off the bed at his words, breath hitching. She could barely keep up the act anymore. It was too much, too good. She loved the way he talked to her, the cruelty in his voice, the heavy dominance in his touch. She lived for it.
And Joey knew it.
He leaned over her again, dragging his tongue along her collarbone as he whispered, “Gonna ruin you. Break you open and fill you up. That what you wanted, huh?”
Amber moaned softly, nodding despite herself.
“You still gonna pretend you don’t want it?” he asked, pressing her down, lining himself up against her.
She swallowed hard. “Y-Yeah… I don’t…”
Joey smirked behind the mask, letting the tension hang thick in the air. Then, in a low, gravelly voice, he muttered:
“Liar.”
He pushed into her fast, not giving her time to adjust to his length. The pain and the pleasure blended together making her head spin as he thrusted into her.
“Fuck you’re so tight for me” He growled, smacking her ass, making her cry out with both how hard he spanked her and how rough he was thrusting into her.
“N-no please st-stop” She cried, though with her moaning between her words she didn't know how convincing that was.
“Oh, baby I ain't stopping, gonna fuckin' fill you up with my cum. Fuckin' ruin you” He growled, groaning low in his throat as he continued fucking her like an animal in heat.
“Fuck- ah yes Joey” She moaned, giving up on the act now.
He pulled her hair, forcing her head back, tears were streaming down her face, and she was sure her pussy was dripping onto the sheets.
“Fuck, such a good little fucktoy for me” He groaned. She could tell he was getting close; with the way his thrusts were getting sloppier.
“Ah- fuck Amber baby” He groaned, and she felt his release spill inside of her. She followed not long after, moaning and whimpering as he rubbed her clit to get her to finish.
The room was quiet, save for the sound of their heavy breathing. The tension had shifted, and now Joey stood beside the bed, removing his mask. His sharp blue eyes softened slightly as he looked down at Amber, her breathing slow but still shaky.
He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. Amber flinched slightly, still jittery from everything that had just happened, but his touch was gentle. He softened even more, kneeling beside her on the bed and meeting her gaze with a soft, apologetic expression.
“Hey, you good?” he asked, his voice low and sincere.
Amber took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. Her chest felt tight, but in a different way now. She nodded, though she still felt a little overwhelmed. She felt like she needed to hear the words from him, not just see the care in his eyes.
“Joey…” she whispered. “I—I’m okay, but... I need you to be here. I need you to just... hold me.”
His expression softened further, and he nodded, brushing his thumb over her cheek. “Of course. I’m right here. Always will be.” He pulled her gently into his arms, his hands finding their way to her back, holding her close. His movements were careful, as if testing her comfort, but Amber melted into the embrace.
For a while, neither of them spoke. Joey let his fingers trace the length of her spine, the same hand that had been so rough moments ago now giving her soothing touches. Amber rested her head against his chest, breathing in the steady rhythm of his heart. The soft sound grounded her, and gradually, she felt the tension drain from her body. Her hands, still bound behind her, rested against his shirt, and she flexed her fingers, the pressure of the restraints still fresh but not as sharp now.
Joey’s voice was softer this time, barely a whisper. “I’m sorry if I pushed too hard. I know you’re strong, but you don’t ever have to pretend you’re okay if you’re not. If I ever go too far—”
“I know,” Amber interrupted, lifting her head and looking at him with a tired but honest expression. “I trust you, Joey. You know that.”
A soft smile touched his lips. “Good. You’ve got to feel safe with me. You always will.”
He gently began to untie the fabric strips that had bound her wrists, taking his time, as though the simple action was an offering of care. The relief was instant, her arms aching slightly from being restrained, but she didn’t mind. It was part of the moment, part of the experience they shared. The physical discomfort faded quickly as she focused on the warmth of his touch.
Once her hands were free, Amber placed them on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. She smiled faintly, her voice still quiet but warm. “You’re not what I expected tonight.”
He chuckled softly, his fingers lightly tracing her back. “Yeah, well, I’ve got layers, sweetheart. I’m not just a pretty face and a dark sense of humor.”
Amber laughed, the sound soft and unguarded. She finally felt like she could let go of the last bits of tension, the knot in her chest loosening.
“I’m sorry about the mask,” Joey added, rubbing her back soothingly. “I know it probably freaked you out more than I intended.”
“It's okay,” she assured him, looking up at him again. “I get it. It’s part of the scene. But… I don’t need the mask. Not when you’re holding me like this.”
Joey’s smile turned genuine, warm. “Yeah, me neither.”
They sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds the gentle rhythm of their breathing and the quiet comfort of their shared space. Joey pulled the blanket over both of them, cocooning Amber in warmth. She let out a sigh, content, resting her head on his shoulder.
Joey kissed the top of her head. “Next time, I’m just gonna take you out for a nice dinner, alright? Something calm. Maybe we’ll even go bowling.”
Amber snorted softly, but her smile was genuine. “I’m holding you to that. But no masks at the bowling alley.”
He chuckled, a soft, tender sound. “No masks. I promise.”
They stayed like that for a while, Amber curled up against him, finally allowing herself to let go of the roughness of earlier. She could feel the warmth of his body, the soothing rhythm of his touch, and she knew everything was okay. Everything was in balance. They were both safe, both together.
And that was all she needed.