The night was thick with tension as Maria lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of Robert. She had always believed him to be innocent, but the reality had slowly crept into her consciousness like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Robert's fantasies were no longer just fleeting thoughts; they were vivid, consuming, and growing darker by the day. The way he had called her name while drilling into her mouth, begging her to swallow every drop, had left her both shocked and unsettled. She had hoped that spending time with him would help him overcome these desires, that he would tire of them and move on. But now, as she listened to the soft hum of his laptop from the other room, she wondered if she had been naive.
Maria's heart pounded in her chest as she recalled the moment he had blurted out his cravings, the way his eyes had darkened with lust. She reminded herself that he was young, that these desires were natural but then she remembered the way he had looked at her, the way his voice had trembled with need. It wasn't just attraction; it was obsession. And now, as she lay there, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen.
Robert, meanwhile, was lost in his own thoughts. His college work forgotten, he navigated through the dark corners of his mind, where his fantasies festered and grew. He had always known his desires were abnormal, twisted even but that only made them more intoxicating. And now, with his aunt lying vulnerable in the next room, he could barely contain himself.
He had planned this moment for months, imagining every detail, every whisper, every touch. He wanted her completely at his mercy.
Quietly, he crept to the bed and stood over Maria. She stirred slightly, her breathing shallow. He watched her, his pulse quickening as he reached for the cloth hanging nearby. With slow, deliberate movements, he tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her and said to maria it is time for another request . The fabric was soft, but the act was anything but gentle. It was a declaration of his intent.
Next, he secured her wrists to the bedposts with the rope he had prepared earlier. Maria's breath hitched, but she didn't struggle. She resisted at first but let him bind her, her mind racing with confusion and a hints of arousal. He noticed her compliance and felt a surge of power.
Then, he pressed a handkerchief into her mouth and tied it behind her head, silencing her. She tried to speak, her muffled voice filled with questions about what was he going to do, but he ignored them. This was his show, his fantasy, and he was the director.
Robert stepped back, admiring his work. Maria was now completely at his mercy blind, bound, and silent.
He stripped off his clothes, his body trembling with anticipation. The cool air of the room brushed against his naked skin, but his arousal burned hotter than any flame. This was the moment he had dreamed of for so long the moment he would finally make her his, completely.
He took his time, savoring the sight of her vulnerability. He wanted her to feel every second of his touch, to ache for him, to surrender to the euphoria only he could provide.
From the fridge, he had already collected his tools: ice cubes, ice cream, protein powder, and a spoon. He set them on the bedside table, his mind already racing with the possibilities. He would tease her, torment her, push her to the edge of her limits. And when she begged for release, he would give it to her on his terms.
"You can't escape now, Aunty," he whispered, leaning down so his breath tickled her ear. "Tonight, I'm going to eat you, suck you, lick you... and you're going to love every second of it."
Maria's body tensed, but she couldn't deny the heat pooling in her core. She hated herself for it, but she was powerless against the desire he was igniting in her.
Robert smiled, his eyes dark with satisfaction. The night was still young, and he had so much more in store for her.
As he hovered over her, his hands tracing her curves, he knew one thing for certain:
This was only the beginning.