He had been watching and wanting her for days. He familiarized himself with her daily routine and had carefully orchestrated his plans. He sat patiently in his truck, a bag of essentials at his side. He really wished it didn't have to be this way, but he felt he had no other choice. Women always rejected his advances, no matter how nice and polite he was. He looked a bit rough and didn't have extra money for many clothes other than jeans and tee shirts. His working class hands were rough and he had a long scar on his left cheek that seemed to scare women away. If they would just give him a chance, they would see that beneath his well muscled six foot one rough exterior and velvet blue eyes, he was a very gentle and caring man. He would treat his love like a princess, showering her with tender affection and taking care of her needs and desires. But they never gave him that chance and that's why he had to carry out his plan. He knew it was a big risk, but worth the attempt to ease his constant pain and loneliness.
Excitement coursed through his body as her jeep suddenly appeared through the fading sunlight and pulled into her driveway. He watched as she extended one silky leg out and smoothed her curvaceous body down from the leather seat. The remaining sun danced sparkles over her pretty blue and white sundress and sexy white heels. Her long brown hair was pulled up with a golden comb, bits and pieces hanging seductively around her stunning face. She retrieved her purse and briefcase and sullenly walked into the house. He was amazed that she didn't have a man in her life. He could only attribute that fact to her shyness. He had spoken to her only once to say hello. She responded by averting her eyes and looking at the floor, giving a hasty nod and walking away. At first he thought she just didn't want to talk to him, but as he watched her, he noticed she was this way with everyone. Oh how he wanted to hear her scream and moan for him through that sweet shyness . She needed to be released and her desires awakened. He was going to do that for her whether she wanted it or not.
The vast darkness surrounding his van interrupted his thoughts. He silently stepped from his vehicle, carrying his bag, and crept through the raven shadows to her dimly lit bedroom window. She was sitting at her vanity, taking the comb from her luscious hair and delicately brushing it down past her shoulders. She was swaying her body to the slow beat of a radio and stopped to take a brief sip of her white zinfandel. His body nearly screamed with lust at this incredibly sexy sight. He couldn't wait to run his lips and hands all over her beautiful body, knowing she wouldn't get the chance to reject him. He moved to the back of the house and found the sliding glass door locked.
He checked several windows and finally found one he could easily loosen and pry open. He slowly strolled to her bedroom door and peered through. She was now standing next to her dresser, her back to him, and reaching around to unzip the back of her dress. He quickly puts on a ski mask. Swiftly tossing his bag on the bed, he lunges forward and grabs her, covering her mouth with one hand and encircling her waist with the other. She twists wildly against him. Holding her tightly, he whispers in her ear "Calm down and stop fighting me and you'll be okay."
She stops struggling, but he can feel her body trembling against him. He nudges her to the bed and pushes her down on her stomach. "Will you be a good girl and stay quiet if I take my hand away?" She nods. He removes his hand and reaches into his bag for handcuffs. He forces her hands above her head and clicks them together, then turns her over to face him. They stare into each other's eyes and he can feel how terrified she is. He gently caresses her cheek, trying to ease her frightened state. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you angel." Pushing her hair back, he leans down and kisses her neck lightly. She tries to pull away.
"Please stop. Let me go, please," she whimpers softly to him, tears beginning to streak from her dark brown eyes.
"I can't let you go now sweetness. I have so many so many wonderful things planned for us tonite ," he grins at her, licking his lips and gazing over her voluptuous body. He continues nibbling her neck, tracing the outline of her jaw with his tongue. He licks along the outside of her earlobe, moving to her soft cheeks, then down to her full red lips. Parting her lips with his, she tries unsuccessfully to clamp them shut in protest. He tenderly runs his fingers through her hair as his tongue continues to explore her warm mouth. Although still very scared, his gentleness has a calming effect and she begins to relax beneath his touch.
He reaches in his bag, retrieves his knife, and places it at the nape of her neck. She gasps and closes her eyes.
"Oh! Please don't kill me!!" she shrieks, her voice dripping with fear.
"Shhhhhhh, I promise I won't hurt you angel. Don't move" Filling the quiet room with small ripping sounds, he takes the knife and slowly cuts her dress open. Then he slices the material around her arms and forcefully yanks the dress from her body. Feeling the cool air hit her body. her breathing is fast and heavy now as she waits for his next move. He pulls a scarf from his bag and quickly ties it around her eyes.
"No, please don't blindfold me like this." she begs him.
"I'm sorry, honey, but I can enjoy your body better without this mask and I'm not ready for you to see my face yet." He rips the mask from his face. Picking the knife back up, he delicately cuts away her light blue satin bra and panties, as she lies perfectly still. She hears him inhale sharply as he views her stunningly naked body. Her soft, but firm breasts are perfectly round with large dark nipples springing toward him. His heart beats with raging hunger as his eyes trail down her flat tummy to her carefully trimmed dark patch of silky hair and sexy long legs. "You are so fucking beautiful," he whispers as he leans down and takes a cherry nipple between his anxious lips. His hand reaches up to squeeze her other breast as his fingers lightly pinch the erect tip of her nipple. He licks circles around her hardened nipple down to the underside of her breast, around it, then back to her ripened bud again.
