A part of you wants this

A part of you wants this - to used by him, to have him inside you, for him to take you and use you for his own pleasure. You want to be fucked by him. You have never felt so aroused. Your pussy throbs and you squirm. He moves away and you whimper, your body begging for more. It is new and exciting.

Another part of you recoils at the thought, is terrified, but there is no way for you to escape. Seeing the tenseness of internal conflict in your body he comments. "You will do as you are told" .

You turn your head to look at him through the concealing darkness of your blindfold. It is flimsy and you can barely see him as he disrobes slowly and folds his clothing methodically, placing his keys in a small box.

This man is an ambassador, a diplomat! Protected by custom and law in your city state. You need to have you **** now or very soon or you will never have it. You nod. “I know.” You say in complicity

You should resist but he has you trapped there on your knees, your arms bound behind you. And you need to make him think he has won to gain access to his serums.

Another part of you fears what will happen next. He approaches you and slaps your ass then slides the head of his cock up your inner thigh to nestle at your lips. You close your eyes, savouring the sensation with a newfound anticipation.

“Please, take me.” You whimper. You tell yourself it is an act but you have doubts. You want this. No. You Need this.

He thrust into your tight sex roughly and you cry out. He fucks you hard, his cock pushing deep inside you. You moan loudly, your voice muffled by your face being pressed into his bedsheets. You can feel the bed shaking.