It's late at night, I'm home by myself & I've fallen asleep reading. Somehow, the room has gone dark & a hand is placed over my mouth so I don't scream out. I am frantic because I've just realized I never set the alarm, as is habit when my husband is away.
I can't see the intruder because there's a ski mask covering his face. But, I know it's a man by the smell of his hand covering my mouth. He says, in a low, husky voice, that if I co-operate, I won't be hurt but will be pleasured beyond belief. I wonder what he means by this since he surely has no idea what pleasures me.
I'm told I'm not allowed to touch anything, anything at all. If I do, I'll be restrained. Which, I think to myself, may not be such a bad thing! I'm stripped of what little clothing I'm wearing & am left to lay naked. I try to pull the sheets up but they're ripped away & off the bed.
The shutters have been opened just enough that the street light gives off the faintest light to the bed. I'm shivering, but it's not because of the cold. It's because of the building anticipation of what could happen.
He starts by trailing his hand slowly up and down my right leg. Then moves on to my left leg. With each passing stroke, his hand gets closer to my moist heat. Never quite touching, but flirts with the possibility of pleasure. Then his hand moves from my legs to my torso. Starting at my neatly trimmed hair line and caressing up to, but not touching my already taunt breasts. His fingers circle around and then back down to start the trace all over again a few more times. Then it's on to my neck & face. This time, his mouth joins in. I feel the lightest nip every now and then from his teeth. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to arouse me even more.
I must add, that by now, I wasn't doing as instructed, and had to be subdued. And, since my bed frame is wooden, he's thought ahead & brought fabric to wrap around the links of the cuffs so they wouldn't leave markings on the wood. Maybe he's done this before?
Over the labored sounds of heaving breathing, I can make out the pleading sound of "Please, please, please...". It takes me a moment to realize the pleas are coming not from his mouth, but mine. At this point, I don't care who he is. Just as long as he takes care of my need. My need to be satisfied. Even if he is an intruder, I don't feel as if I'm in danger. His movements are sure and precise.
After I reach my release and lay panting, he unlocks my restraints. It's only after a few moments that I realize he's disappeared just as suddenly as he appeared.
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