The Break Room Smile: Dark Femdom CNC

Themes: CNC, knife play, blood play, kidnapping, bondage, rape, physical violence, slapping, forced sex, mindfuck

I followed you. Today was supposed to be our day. Finally, I would tell you how I felt. Not that I really needed to; you had known for weeks. Ever since you brushed against me in the break room and smiled that flirty little smile, I’d been certain you felt the same. You played coy—avoiding eye contact, speaking only when watched, handing off reports like you were afraid to meet my gaze. The tension between us was unbearable. Delicious.

So, I waited. I followed you out of the office as I always did. You usually turned right, heading toward home. But today you went left. You knocked on a door I didn’t recognize until she opened it—the paper delivery woman, with her cheap perfume and fake smiles. Really? Her?

Then I saw you kiss her. Walk into her house. Disappear. Like I was nothing.

I waited in the alley until midnight, watching as you emerged, coat half on, hair messy, that smug grin like you’d done something impressive. That’s when I reminded you what real love feels like. The wine bottle thudded dull against your skull. Not as loud as I expected. You dropped like a crumpled toy.

The grocery cart was already there in the alley. It was easy enough to dump you in and wheel you the few blocks to my house. The streets were deserted at this hour.

Now you’re here, where you belong, tied snug to a cozy chair in my kitchen, just beginning to stir, making those cute little groaning sounds. Now you’re finally mine.

Your eyelids fluttered open, and you groaned softly, your head pounding. Disoriented, you tried to move but the tight restraints stopped you. Panic began to rise. Where were you? Who had brought you here? The faint sound of running water caught your attention.

I rushed over from the sink, where I had been washing dishes patiently, waiting. I cradled your head gently, my voice soft but tinged with anger. “Aww… look who’s waking up finally! So sleepy. I suppose you’ve been… active today. Isn’t that right?” I smiled thinly, cheeks burning with suppressed fury.

You looked at me, confused and nervous. “What happened? Why did you bring me here?” you asked weakly, still feeling the throbbing in your head.

“Poor thing… I must have hit you a little too hard,” I said, leaning over to check your wrist restraints. Satisfied, I straightened and crossed my arms playfully. “Or are you just playing around with me? Of course you are. It was all just a prank. Silly me.” I waited, eager for you to confirm what I hoped to be true.

You remained silent.

My expression hardened. “No? You’re not going to say it? You’re not going to laugh and tell me it was all just a big joke—that I got you?” My voice dropped deadly quiet. “You kissed her. You touched her. And you’re sitting here pretending you don’t know who I am?”

Suddenly, I slapped you sharply across the face, then again on the other cheek, harder this time. My voice shook with rage. “SAY IT. Say you were just playing. Say you wanted me to follow you. That you were begging for it with every step.” I leaned in close, our noses nearly touching, my breath trembling. “Or I’ll make sure the next thing that breaks isn’t just your pride.”

You swallowed hard, eyes wide with fear. “Prank? I’m not pranking you. I don’t know what you saw or how much you know, but isn’t this all a bit too far?”

I frowned, puzzled. “Too far…” I sighed, sitting on your lap, pressing my body against you. “You know I would do anything for you. Nothing is too far. All I want is for us to be happy. Together.” I tapped your chin, bringing my face close to yours. “It’s all finally come to this. You can’t honestly think all this flirting and waiting was for nothing?”

You hesitated. “I guess I did lead you on in the office. I guess I did make you think we could be something. But I’m sorry. We could have solved this another way. You didn’t have to hit me in the head, tie me up, or slap me. You have to untie me. What are you going to do to me?”

I giggled, tapping your nose. “You did lead me on! You’re such a tease—that’s what I like most about you. These silly games you insist on playing. But I can see clearly that you want me. You may have kissed… her,” I scowled briefly, “but you want me.” I slid a hand down between my spread thighs to rub your hardened cock.

Your breath hitched. “I’m with her now. You have to accept that. Please just let me go.”

I pulled back sharply, glaring. “It’s been fun, but I’m tired of this charade. Come on, baby. Let’s have fun. It’s finally our time together. Tell me about all the ways you’ve been dreaming of touching me… fucking me. Tell me.”

You hesitated nervously. “Ok, ok fine. I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you it all. Just untie me, please. I’ll do what you want.”

I shook my head, numbness creeping in. “You’re lying.” I gasped for air. “You’re lying to me. Why are you acting like this? Why are you acting like you don’t love me? Stop acting. SAY YOU LOVE ME!” I vaguely felt the kitchen knife in my hand, trembling slightly as I pointed it at your face, staring straight into your eyes.

Your body trembled with fear. “Put that down. You don’t want to do this. I can’t make false promises. I know I led you on, but I’m sorry. I am very sorry.”

My stomach dropped. It had all been a lie after all. How? Why? I grit my teeth, hovering the knife centimeters from your cheek. “Sorry? You’re sorry? For what? For fucking her?” I slashed swiftly, drawing the blade across your cheek.

You screamed in pain as blood oozed slowly from the wound. “You have to calm down. I do love you, I admit it. I’m ready to say it, and I’ll leave her. Just untie me, and we’ll forget it all and be together.”

“I don’t believe you!” I growled, dizzy, hot, numb all at once. “You don’t love me,” I snarled coldly. “You fucking liar. But you will.” I threw the knife down with a clatter, sneering. “Too far… you think this is too far?”

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