God, that felt good. Hot water streamed down his body, relieving the stress of the day.
He'd had a very early start - 5 a.m., followed by a 2 hour drive to a customer's golf fun day that had lasted 12 hours. It had been a lot of fun but the business talks had worn him out.
Now he stood in the shower, water running all over his tired body, as he slowly lathered himself up, loving the heat of the water cascading over him. The heady aroma of his shower gel cleared his head as he felt the stress of the day slowly leave his body.
Over the roar of the power shower he heard a noise, or at least thought he did. He listened intently but heard nothing, maybe it was the wind. A thunderstorm had been threatening all day. Just then the whole bathroom lit up with a crash - Yes only a storm he told himself.
He carried on letting the water knead the knots from his shoulders as he rubbed the soapy suds all over his body. As he touched his cock it leapt in his hands begging for some attention. It had been so bloody long since it had seen any action even from him.
Slowly he moved the bubbly flannel up and down his shaft, feeling it harden and lengthen in his hand. It felt good; he gripped it tighter and continued with his ministrations. His other hand touching his nipples, his stomach and his balls in soft feathery touches.
This wasn't going to take long, he thought, as he felt his balls start to tighten. Then the lights went out leaving him in the pitch black. The sudden loss of light left him reeling - what the fuck!!! Must be the storm knocked out the electric he thought. He stumbled from the shower, groping his way into his bedroom, looking for the candles on his dressing table.
He felt a movement to his right and froze in terror. Then a blade was held against his throat and a deep but definitely female voice told him not to move otherwise he'd "get it".
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice faltering. "I've nothing of any value in the house, my wallet is downstairs take it and leave me alone."
"Shut up and do exactly as you are told and you won't be hurt." was the reply.
"What do you want if you don't want money?" He asked.
The blade dug into his throat, not enough to break the skin but enough to let him know to shut up.
He was shoved over to his chair in front of his desk and forced into it. His arms were pulled behind his back and tied together with something, felt like twine of some sorts. It dug into his skin, chaffing and leaving them feeling a little raw, so he stopped struggling.
"Please..." SMACK a hand stung his right cheek. "Don't talk!"
Twine was tied around his legs, one to each leg of the chair, leaving him feeling open and exposed.
He was scared, what the hell did this woman want. He was a nice bloke, never hurt anyone in his life, just got on and enjoyed life as best he could. OK he didn't have much in the way of fun, but that hurt no one but himself. What on earth was going to happen?
He came out of his reverie to hear rustling - what was that? It sounded like she was taking her clothes off. What? What kind of weirdo was this? Breaking into his house, tying him up and slapping him around and now getting undressed.
Then he felt her to his left and could just make out the sheen of her skin as lightening lit up the sky once more. Huge breasts silhouetted against the window. She was about 5'6" he guessed. Who was this maniac?
Then a blindfold was slipped over his eyes.
Matches were being light - candles he thought. She obviously needs to be able to see to do whatever she is here for.
He felt something cold on his chest, cold and liquid, like oil. Then gentle, soft hands moved across his chest, fleeting movements, unsure. Then more pressure as the hands swirled across his chest and lower on to his abdomen, scratching slightly. He felt her kneel before him as she reached up and continued to rhythmically move her hands up and down his torso, flicking over his now erect nipples, kneading his skin. Then more oil but this time over his thighs and yes his cock.
