I want to smile at his words, but I can tell from the aggression in his voice and in how he grabs me that he’s taking his role seriously. He’s in full costume and is wielding a real field knife that could slice my skin open with the slightest effort. As much as that thought excites me, I know I have to maintain my role. Nas is going all out, and it’s such a turn on. Well, if he wants to make it real, I’ll give him what he wants. If he wants to fuck me tonight, he’ll have to force himself on me for real.

After a deep breath, I spin my body around in a flash and push Nas backwards with all my might, jarring myself loose from his grip and taking off back into the Kingdom. I zigzag around the furniture with Nas nipping at my heels, knife in hand, and I feel wrapped in excitement and fear because I don’t know exactly what Nas will do if he catches me. He obviously had something deep planned, and maybe I’m ruining it by bolting. Knowing Nas the way I do, my lack of submission will eat at him until he breaks me, and I plan to eat him alive tonight, consequences be damned.

As I reach the end of the room, I try to turn the corner and cut in front of the spanking bench to go back toward the stairs, but Nas reaches out and shoves me from behind, using my momentum against me. My body goes flying forward and crashes onto the bed face down. I try to bounce back up, but Nas is on me before I can move an inch. He yanks off the rest of my tank top, tearing the fabric and tossing it to the side before using the knife to slice through my leggings. Anger spreads through my veins because these pants were my favorite pair, and I try to kick him off, but he presses my face into the mattress and keeps going until I’m completely naked.

“No!” I scream, taking advantage of the fact that Nas’s neighbors are so far away. “Get the fuck off me. Help! Somebody help! Get off!” I scream like my life really depends on it, but Nas doesn’t slow down. He tears my pants off and slides his off in one swoop of a motion, and the next thing I know, he has mounted me from behind.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he says as he starts to thrust into me, and it feels so good I want to scream for an entirely different reason. My body relaxes and my back arches, doing what it’s used to when Nas is having his way with me, but today is a different day.