I blow out a huge exhausted breath as I pull my car into my driveway, glad to finally be done with my shopping.
"Ahhh," I sigh, back to the welcoming security of my home. I hit the button opening the garage door while fumbling to get hold of my bags and purse. Exiting my car I walk through the garage toward the inside door of my house. I quickly push the button to close the garage door before turning the doorknob to release my pair of energetic puppies.
Preoccupied with juggling my bags and getting in the door without dropping something, it hit me. Where is my exuberant welcoming committee? Two very spoiled Chihuahuas, are usually jumping around my feet insisting on my undivided attention.
Wait, my ears perk and the fine hairs at the back of my neck bristle. I hear them whining and barking from somewhere toward the back of the house. I begin setting down my purse and bags of groceries on the bench seat by the front door to go investigate, worried they had shut themselves in the bedroom again.
All at once arms slide around me from behind, one clamping over my mouth to stifle my scream, the other trapping me like an iron band around my waist.
I freeze, a scream trapped in the back of my throat my heart thundered against my rib cage. My attention is pulled to the heavy breathing against the side of my neck as a deep growling voice next to my ear orders.
"Don't move a single muscle, not even a twitch. I don't want to hurt you but I will if you fight me, nod if you understand." I nod my head in a jerky motion, the intruder pats my cheek.
"That's a good little sub."
Sub? What the hell is a sub?
Swiftly, before I have even a second to ponder the question in any depth, something is wrapped around my eyes. Whatever it is tugs pulling at my hair, as it's tied tightly at the back of my head. I am plunged into total darkness; I am left with only my other senses to depend on. My whole body begins to tremble with a mix of fearful anticipation.
The intruder gruffly whispers next to my ear, raising the fine hairs at the nape of my neck.
"Now then, let's take a look at what we have here."
He roughly grasps my upper right arm.
"Turn around so you're facing me."
My arms are pulled up over my head.
"Clasp your hands together on top of your head."
I'm scared out of my mind and hesitate at first, but obey him afraid of what will happen if I don't.
His voice harsh, "When I give you an order," he growls, "I expect you to immediatly obey me."
He pinches my cheeks together painfully with one large hand, pursing my lips brutally pressing his mouth to mine in a possesive kiss. Continuing to hold my chin, he slaps my face with his free hand.
"Nod if you understand."
Stunned from the sharp blow, I nod without hesitation.
"Good girl, much better," he praises me.
Nicholas appraises his prize, perusing Eve's body. Soft voluptuous curves, firm generous uplifted breasts set in a 5'4" package. Her skin soft and the color of cream, flawless, her mouth plump and pouty just made for kissing.
I shouldn't be aroused that I've pleased him but I can't help myself. From the moment I'd heard his low intoxicating voice my pussy had a mind of it's own growing wet and aroused.
Eve moaned low, deep in her throat. Little did this stranger know, this was one of Eve's favorite fantasies she's masturbated to frequently. Eve shivered, hearing his profound masculine chuckle. His hand glided down her body, aggressively cupping her sex through the thin material of her summer dress.
"I can feel your heat," he groaned appreciatively his nostrils flared sucking in her sexual scent. "Your fucking hot for me, aren't you little one?"
Now in hindsight, Eve wished she'd worn jeans today instead of a flimsy summer dress wearing only panties underneath.
I can't prevent myself from whimpering,"who are you and what do you want?"
The man ignores my questions and roughly leads me further into my house. He abruptly jerks me to a halt.
"Stand still," he barks out.
I know we are in my kitchen from the sound of my sandals on the tiled floor. My skin tenses feeling his hands slide down my body stopping at my breasts. He pinches my nipples hard, through the cotton of my dress and I squeal.
I'm spun around and bent over what I assume is my kitchen table.
"Reach your arms out over your head. That's it, good now grab hold of the edge of the table and don't let go no matter what I'm doing."
I do it without complaint because beside the fear churning low in my belly I'm burning up with the thrill and expectation of being dominated by this stranger. How bizarre is that?
I feel a draft of cool air on my skin. My hips jerk forward as he raises the hem of my dress up and over my ass.
"I said don't move!" He growls in my ear, "If you do it again without permission you will be punished severely."
His large rough hands smooth over my ass cheeks, his fingers hook into the elastic band of my panties at my hips. Sliding them down my legs, slowly, they halted around my knees.
