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Copyright 2018 A. Fearen

Published by A. Fearen at Smashwords

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Intensity: Preview

About A. Fearen


This is my first attempt at writing somewhat publish-worthy erotica, and I hope that you enjoy it. I did my best to limit the level of detail in character descriptions as much as possible so that the reader can mentally fill in their ideal partner without my writing interfering with their mental imagery too much.


This short story contains themes including: (consensual) rape-play, BDSM, “consensual non-consent”, and other themes that may disturb some readers. This is NOT appropriate reading material for anyone under the age of 18. Please use discretion when deciding to read this story.

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“Greg?! What are you doing?!”

My heart dropped to my stomach for a moment as my body was lifted, too fast, from the entryway of my home. Greg shifted me more comfortably over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and smacked my ass. “Sorry, but I can’t take it anymore” he said, smirking as he waltzed into my home, shutting the door with his foot behind him.

“Put me down you whacko” I giggled, despite myself, “What on earth are you doing here?”

Greg and I had kept in contact for several months, despite our relationship being relatively new when I’d had to move away for work. For some reason, we’d still continued strong, with the intimate side of our relationship consisting mostly of my mortifyingly amateur pictures and his increasingly arousing sexting skills. More recently, he’d convinced me to attempt to “sext” him too. After several miserable tries though, the conversation eventually devolved into him asking me intensely embarrassing questions… though I can’t say I didn’t enjoy that little chat.

“You know what I’m doing here” he said after plopping me down on my couch, his tone both menacing but also somehow playful.

I blinked at him. “Umm…” I tried to remember if we had made plans to meet. My memory was often, justifiably, compared to a half-drunk goldfish.

Greg gave me an are you serious look. “Did you think after telling me all that stuff last night, I was going to be able to control myself and just go about my day like normal?”

I blushed. I was a little tipsy last night after a work party, but I could still remember some of the answers I’d given to his questioning when I’d texted him that night. My stomach gave an uncomfortable squeeze; I knew it, I shouldn’t have talked about it. I was aware of how fucked up my tastes were, which is why I’d never shared them with anyone before. I had planned on taking that secret to the grave, but Greg had pushed me, swearing he would never judge me for anything, and the alcohol worked better than I’d expected.

“I’m sorry.” I said, “I understand if you feel uncomfortable about staying with me. I appreciate your kindness in telling me in person, that’s really sweet of you-“

“What the fuck?” he laughed. “Did you think I drove four hours to come and break up with you? Now who’s the whacko?”

I frowned, “Don’t you…remember last night? Why are you here then?” I was really confused now.

Greg sighed, clearly exasperated. “You really are completely oblivious, aren’t you?” he murmured.

So fast I didn’t have time to react, his large hand grasped my lower jaw firmly while his face came very close to mine. “That was the hottest shit I’ve ever read in my life,” his eyes were boring into mine with unwavering intensity, “and we’re going to act out every iota of what you sent to me, right now.”

I could hear a virtual screeching as the gears in my head squealed to a halt, then slowly creaked back into motion. I desperately tried to remember everything I’d sent him, and as each detail came back to me my face began turning progressively darker shades of pink. I couldn’t respond.

“I mean…if you want to.” he said gently, releasing my chin and sitting back. His demeanor immediately changed to sheepish, “I understand if you don’t feel comf-“

“…yes.” was all I could manage to squeak out.

Greg hesitated, and reached his hand out to cup my cheek with his palm. He looked deep into my eyes again, as if searching for any wavering in my resolve. His thumb caressed my cheekbone, “Are you sure?” he asked softly.

I felt as if I was in an alternate reality. I must be dreaming. “Yes.” I said, more clearly.

He seemed to be as dazed at the situation as I was, but quickly snapped into action.

Again feeling my stomach drop, my body was lifted almost effortlessly by Greg, this time in a princess hold, so I was able to see his face more clearly. He didn’t look at me as he made his way up the stairs to my bedroom, a determined look in his eyes.

Tossing me on the bed, Greg leaned over me and placed one hand on each side of my face, again looking me in the eyes. He was so close.

“Safeword?” He asked.

I blinked. “Safe…word?”

Greg rolled his eyes. “Think of it as your ‘abort’ button, in word form. What’s a random word you’d never use naturally in this situation? Something you can say that will tell me you’re legitimately uncomfortable or want to stop, and not just role-playing.”

I thought about it, trying not to think too much about what he had in mind, I wasn’t sure my heart could take the mental image. “…chocolate fudge cake.” I giggled.

“Pfft,” he chortled, “alright, but I’ll stop even if you just say chocolate. You may not be able to remember your favorite dessert after I’m done with you.” he growled, his face looking almost predatory.

I shrunk deeper into the bed. My heart was already racing, both in terror and desire. I loved it.

He could already tell. “Gee, you actually do like being intimidated.” he raised an eyebrow at me, “You’re already hot, aren’t you?” His last words were breathed into my ear, and I couldn’t help but gasp a little in excitement.

As if taking cue from my reaction, Greg grasped my wrists firmly and pulled them up over my head. He held them there with one hand and used his weight to keep me from being able to break his hold. He pressed his body onto mine, burrowing his face into my neck to nuzzle me and suck on my skin. I could feel his hardness against my thigh. I moaned, and he growled in response.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to sleep last night?” he said in a half angry, half sexy grumble. His free hand slipped up under my shirt, sliding his fingers across my belly and grazing the underside of my breasts beneath my bra. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d do to you as soon as I saw you. It was a struggle not going faster than 120 on the drive here.” He pressed his hips into mine, eliciting a louder sound from my lips.

“Fuck” his voice rumbled in my ear, “I don’t even know where to start with you.” His free hand slid down my body, eventually grasping my ass and squeezing hard.

I crooned. I couldn’t help it. I was already drunk on his closeness and his deep voice in my ear. Each time his hips pressed into me, his hardness made my body ache with need. I was baffled to realize my mouth was watering.

“Hmm…” Greg leaned back, looking down at me. His hand moved from behind me to his own pants. I heard his belt unbuckle and squirmed a little in anticipation.

“Oh no,” he grinned at me, “we’re only getting started. I’m going to borrow yours too.” He pointed to the belt hanging in the closet next to my bed. He released me for a second to retrieve it, then came back and took my wrists again. Putting them together, he wrapped them with my belt and buckled it tightly. After tugging on my arms to ensure I was sufficiently bound, he nodded in approval, then immediately flipped me on my stomach.

“Ack!” I couldn’t properly catch myself, and caught some bedding in my face.

Greg lifted my hips and slid me onto his lap. “Might as well keep your face in there, you don’t want to be too loud and upset the neighbors.” His voice had a cautioning tone

“What do you-“


Before I could scream, Greg’s hand was in my hair and shoving my face back into the bed. My cry became muffled by my thick comforter.

“This is punishment for making me so goddamn horny last night with no release whatsoever.” he snarled. His hand released the pressure so that I could lift my head to breathe.

My body was hot. His dark tone made me tremble a little, but that just increased my excitement. My rear burned from the blow of his belt. I whined a little.

“You filthy girl,” he sneered, “look at you. Letting some man you barely know into your home, moaning as he binds you and beats you with his belt. We’re going to have to do something about that.” He shoved my face back into the bed before landing another blow. It was still painful, but a feeling began to build beneath the pain, so that with every blow my whole body clenched and my breathing became uncontrolled. I was dizzy.

The final blow was harsh enough to bring tears to my eyes, but Greg immediately flipped me back over and stared at me for a moment. I’m not sure what kind of look was on my face, but his hands seemed to clench my sides harder in response. It was as if he was losing an internal battle for control.

“You’re going to be the end of me.” he muttered under his breath.


About the Author

I am a brand stinking new writer trying my hand at erotica. This is my first attempt at publishing so please be patient with any errors or problems. Thank you so much for being my very first readers!

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