It is about 8 PM. It has gotten very dark outside, but the air is still slightly warm. I walk out onto the front porch in my green running shorts and a white tank top, do a few stretches, and then jog down the driveway. I am listening to my Ipod so I cannot hear anything except the music and the thump of my feet on the pavement. I think back to the fight we just had. I did not really mean to say that you were boring in bed; I only tried to say it would be nice to change things up and to add a little spice.
I am really getting into my run, burning off my anger, when a tall figure steps out of the darkness to grab me by the waist and throw me to the ground. My knees hit the ground first as the breath is knocked out of me. I am too shocked to struggle and it is too dark to see who has caught me. My abductor roughly ties me up and puts on a blindfold; he then kisses me passionately on the lips. Despite the fact that my head is telling me to fight I feel my resolve lessening. I start to melt into the kiss when suddenly I feel myself being yanked up and thrown into the cab of a truck. I sense my captor as he climbs in and the truck starts to speed off. I roll around a little with the movement of the truck, trying to get my hands untied or the blindfold off. As I do, my shirt gets twisted. It starts to ride up and one of my breasts pops out of the bottom. I feel a strong rough hand reach down and rub my exposed breast, gently tugging my nipple.
Finally the truck stops and I hear the door open. I can tell my captor got out of the truck, and after what seems like forever the door on my side of the truck opens. I feel huge hands around me, hoisting me up. My securely tied arms around are placed around a very masculine neck. I can feel the hot breath on my neck and cleavage as well as the huge bulge in my abductor's pants grinding against my hip. I am carried in to a dark room, and then laid gently on a bed. I feel the same strong hands take my small tied up hands and attach them tightly to the headboard. The room is so quiet I hear footsteps moving away from the bed and then the lock on the door being turned. I can sense the person moving around the room and I begin to smell burning matches. My heartbeat is pounding in my ears.
After a few minutes I feel someone sit down beside me on the bed. Cold hands reach up and take off my blind fold. For the first time since I was grabbed me off the side of the road I realize it is you. I start to tell you how much you frightened me, and how relieved I am that it was you who snatched me off in the darkness, but did you really have to be so rough? You press your hand against my lips to stop me mid sentence and then you quickly stuff the blind fold in my mouth to keep me quiet.
With wide eyes I watch you walk down to the end of the bed and take off my running shoes and socks one at a time; kissing and rubbing my feet and legs all the way up to the waist band of my running shorts. You slowly pull my shorts down over my hips and thighs, past my calves and off; your fingers and the fabric teasing my skin every inch of the way down. You push my shirt up over my head. Since my arms are tied up you use your pocket knife to cut the straps on the shirt and sports bra. I try to protest but with the blind fold in my mouth I only succeed in gagging myself a little. As soon as the cold air hits my nipples they harden. It causes a tingling sensation to run down my spine, settling in my lower stomach.
I watch you in the candle light. You throw my clothes onto the floor and start undressing yourself. First to go is your t-shirt and then your pants and socks join my clothes. Finally your boxers are removed and tossed into the pile on the floor.
You climb back up on to the bed beside me and start rubbing my hips and thighs and stomach. You run your fingers lightly on my bare skin, intentionally avoiding my damp pussy. I wiggle around on the bed, trying to get as much contact with your body as possible. You lean in to kiss my erect nipples. I feel your tongue and teeth lightly pressing on them. The pain is almost too much but it still feels absolutely wonderful. With your free hand you start massaging the breast that was not getting any attention from your mouth. You press the nipple between your finger and your thumb. I arch my back and moan your name into the gag.