He had noticed her first in the ropes and chains department. She had been trying to look nonchalant as she studied the selection of ropes on the shelf. To anyone else, it might have looked as though she actually needed the rope for a project. But no one else would have noticed how she almost lovingly caressed the lengths, testing their softness and resilient strength. Her fingers wrapped around and lingered on a length of soft braided rope. It wasn't a clothesline she had settled on but a thick no nonsense kind of rope. Thin enough to knot well yet thick enough to hold anything securely. Her mouth opened slightly as her tongue licked her lower lip. Almost as though the feel of the rope in her hands was a delicious treat she wanted to taste. He knew what she was. It was clear to him and he found it exciting. He watched her remove the rope from the shelf and walk away slowly. Her steps slowed as though she sensed his presence. Turning in his direction, her eyes found his. He smiled at her, not in an open friendly innocent way. But more like a predator would to His prey. He almost missed the corners of her mouth turning up in recognition of his nature as she flushed slightly before moving away once more. Was she embarrassed that he caught her fondling the ropes? No, he knew she had been aware of her audience.
He watched her movements. Confident, seductive yet somehow demure and vulnerable at the same time. The woman inside her evident to any who knew what to look for. And he knew. What she was called to him, stirring his dark nature, casting a challenge. He kept track of her progress through the store. She smiled easily, her manner friendly and open. When she spoke with the cashier, her voice caught in his ears and lingered with her soft accent. Southern perhaps? Soft and fitting. He wondered what it would sound like when she spoke for him alone. When she exited, he was already waiting to see where she would go. He watched as she got to her car and looked around before getting in. Was she looking for him? The beast within him knew she was. With a slight almost disappointed shrug of her shoulders, she got in and drove away. He felt the stirring of desire in his cock.
She had cast a challenge to him on a primal level and he was not willing to ignore it. He started his car and followed a few lengths behind her. His hands gripped the steering wheel and he imagined instead that he held the rope. The rope she had purchased, the rope he would bind her with. When she pulled up to her home, he parked a little ways down the street. Close enough to watch where she went, far enough away that she couldn't see. She got out, carrying the bag with the rope and entered her home. He knew where she lived now. His plan unfolded in his mind, confident the outcome was guaranteed and inevitable. He decided to watch her movements for a few days, learn if she had a routine, a roommate or a lover. The thought that she might have a lover bothered him. She would be his and belong to no one else!
The afternoon light softened to dusk and he watched as the lights glowed from her windows. No one else entered her door. That pleased him. He could see her moving around, then the lights went out. She had settled in for the night. He wondered what she wore to bed. And imagined her sleeping form under the covers unaware of the predator stalking her outside her safe existence. It was exhilerating to him. Knowing she would be his. He watched her for the next few days. Sometimes arriving at her place early in the morning so he could watch her leave for work. Sometimes in the evening so he could watch her come home. Once he followed her to where she worked. He knew everything about her he needed to. She lived alone, led a quiet life. There was no lover. No one in her life to see the woman she was in the rope section. No one to challenge his claim. Not that it would matter if there was. She belonged to him.
After almost a week of watching and planning, he decided to make his move. He sat outside her home in his car as she went about her nightly ritual. She had looked especially nice that day. Her not too short, not too long skirt showing off her legs nicely. Her high heeled shoes accenting her calves. He liked the shape of her legs. The nicely toned muscles moving with every step she took. Her blouse had been conservative too. Concealing yet enhancing her full breasts. He could almost feel the weight of her flesh in his hands, the smoothness of her skin under his touch. His cock hardened slightly at the direction his thoughts were taking. Tonight he would take possession of her. He could feel the excitment, the rightness of his purpose. The adrenaline pumped through him electrifying his nerves and senses. Would she scream or cry out in fear? Would it matter? He waited until he knew she was fast asleep before getting out of his car. He reached in and grabbed a bag from the passenger side before closing the door. The noise of the closing door seemed loud in the slumber stillness of the darkened street.
He walked up to her door with a quiet and purposeful stride. There was no nervousness in him. Only excitement, determination and unrelenting resolve. He looked around as he closed in on his destination. Looking to see if anyone would notice his presence. But there was no one outside, no one looking out their window. No one to know he was there. He reached out a strong hand and grasped the doorknob. He turned it expecting to find it locked, he was surprised to find it unsecure. The knob twisting open quietly in his hands. Had she known and left it open for him? Was she trying to make it easy for him? The knowledge that he could gain access sent a thrill through him. He had been prepared to force the lock. He smiled to himself. Perhaps she had seen him and known. Stepping inside, he closed the door with a quiet click and turned the locks. There was a deadbolt in addition to the door lock. He looked around the room. He could smell and feel her presence in every direction he turned. He noticed that she kept her home neat and clean. Nothing out of place. It had a warm and friendly feel to it. Just like the woman who lived here.
He moved through the home, acquainting himself with the layout. First the living room, the dining area and the kitchen. All just as neat and welcoming as he had expected it to be. Entering the hallway, he found the first bedroom. It was obvious that it was a guest room that doubled as another living space for her. Her computer screen glowed faintly from the desk in the corner illuminating some exercise equipment. He briefly wondered if a guest had ever stayed in here. The thought of someone else in her home awakened a faint stirring of jealousy and possessiveness. The intimacy of her sanctuary, her home was only his to violate. He backed out of the doorway to that room and continued down the hall.
