Nightmares Of Ecstacy | 18+

The Invitation

non-con/dub-con

I knew exactly what I wanted the moment I set my plan into motion. The air was heavy with tension while I prepared for the evening. The carefully selected bottle of wine sat on the kitchen counter. I turned to look at the clock, counting down the minutes until my neighbor, John, would arrive.

He was a man freshly divorced, vulnerable and ripe for manipulation.

I was about to make sure he would never forget this night.

John’s knock on the door was precisely on time. I took a deep breath, calming myself down as I opened it to find him standing there with a faint smile on his lips.

“Come in,” I said keeping my voice warm and inviting. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

He stepped inside, his eyes briefly scanning the modest living room before settling back on me. I led him to the dining table, where the wine and a small set of appetizers were kept. As we chatted, I kept the conversation light and soothing, all the while maintaining the casual pretense of sympathy for his recent divorce.

“Thank you for inviting me,” John said, pouring himself a glass of the wine I had oh so carefully prepared.

“It’s nice to have a distraction from everything.”

I watched him nonchalantly as he took his first sip, hiding a menacing grin. The drug I’d slipped into his drink was already beginning to take effect.

Within minutes, his eyes grew glassy, his movements becoming slower and less coordinated. I could see the moment when the drug truly took hold...a subtle shift in his stance from guarded to pliant.

“Are you okay?” I asked, feigning concern as he set his glass down, his movements growing slightly more uncoordinated.

“Yeah, just a bit...lightheaded,” he admitted, his words beginning to slur over each other. “I think the wine is hitting me harder than I expected.”

“Let’s just relax and enjoy the evening,” I suggested, guiding him to the couch.

“I’m sure you need it.”

As the evening wore on, John’s responses became more erratic, more slurred. His inhibitions were lowered, his physical responses sluggish. I moved closer, keeping my touch light and reassuring, as I began to gently coax him towards my bedroom.

“I’m really sorry you’re going through this,” I said softly, my hand resting on his knee as I leaned in closer.

“I want you to feel good tonight. You deserve that.”

He looked at me with a vague smile, his eyes unfocused but receptive. I helped him up, supporting his weight as we made our way to the bedroom. The moment we entered, I could see the shift in his gaze...there was a moment of awareness, but the drug had a firm grip on his senses.

I guided him to the bed, keeping my movement slow and controlled. His clumsiness were the opposite of my practiced actions. I undressed him slowly. His hands fumbled at his clothes, but he lacked the coordination to resist effectively.

As I removed the last of his clothing, I could see his arousal growing despite his hazy state. His cock was hard and waiting.

I smirked, knowing this was exactly where I wanted him. I didn’t waste any time, I positioned myself above him, feeling his heat and hardness pressing against me.

“Just relax,” I purred, guiding him into position. “Tonight is all about letting go.”

He was too far gone to offer any resistance, and I took advantage of his vulnerability. I lowered myself onto him, feeling his cock stretch me as I slid down. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, and I reveled in the control I had over him. His hands twitched at his sides, his body responding instinctively to the intrusion.

I began to move, setting a slow, dragging pace. His moans were weak, his body trembling with the effort to stay conscious. I leaned over him, my hands gripping his shoulders as I forced him deeper into submission.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked, dragging out each thrust slowly. “Even in your state, your body knows what it wants.”

He could barely respond, his breath coming in shallow gasps as I continued to ride him. His face was flushed, his eyes glazed over with pleasure and confusion. I could see the struggle in his expression, the battle between his hazy mind and his physical reactions.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “You’re nothing but a plaything for me tonight. Your desires, your needs...they’re all under my control right now, john.”

As I increased the pace of my movements, I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, each thrust pushed him further on the precipice of ecstacy. His moans grew more desperate, more ragged, opposite to his earlier composure.

Finally, with a guttural groan, he came inside me, his release flooding me inside with his hot, sticky essence. His body convulsed under me, his grip on reality slipping further away. I took my time, savoring the final moments of control before I pulled away, leaving him.

I dressed slowly, watching him carefully. Before I left, I leaned in close, whispering one final time into his ear. “Remember this night. Remember how easily you fell under my spell. And remember that you’ll never truly escape what happened here.”

With that, I walked out of the room, leaving John behind, gasping for air.