I finally make it to bed late Friday night, completely exhausted. This job is killing me. I spend more time at a desk than I do at home, I think. Kicking off my heels and stripping out of my suit, I start filling the bathtub. I need a good soak to ease these sore muscles. I slid into the bubbles and close my eyes. The day flashes behind my eyelids as I recount every meeting I went to. For some reason, I have felt like someone was watching me. The hair on my neck and goosebumps on my arms were present all day. I couldn't shake the sensation that someone was secretly watching my every move. I tried to play it off to nerves, but I am never nervous. In all of my 26 years I don't think I've ever been nervous. A quiet creak breaks me from my thoughts. What the hell was that? After the day I've had, being alone tonight does not sound like fun. Not that I have any choice in that matter. I climb out of the tub, bubbles dripping down my body and grab my robe. I tip toe out of my room and down the hall. Nothing. I don't see anything, and the doors are all shut and locked. The security system is active so at least I don't have to worry about that. I give up and head back to my room. Forget the bath, I'm exhausted. I strip off the robe and climb under the sheets, not even caring if I'm getting the bed wet. Within moments I'm asleep.
I wake up to something touching my face. My eyes try to adjust. I move to rub the sleep from them, but my arms are stuck. I pull them harder but no luck. Fuck. What the fuck is happening. My legs refuse to move also. Panic begins to set it and then I see him. A tall, broad figure stands at the end of my bed. His face is obscured by some kind of cloth.
"What do you want?" My voice comes out shaky and I'm fighting the tears threatening to spill over my lashes.
"I've been watching you. My cock has been rock hard all day watching you prance around. I've come to take whatever I want from you." His voice is low, gravely.
"Pppplease don't hurt me." Tears track down my face. His finger trails up my leg as he begins walking towards me. "I'm going to give you what you've been begging for all day. Bad girls like you always need to be punished." I struggle against the ropes binding my limbs, but nothing moves. "I think you'll like it. I think you like the idea of being taken against your will."
"No one likes that!" I shout. "We'll see. I bet your wet already." His finger traces my hip and sinks lower to my pussy. I fight off the shivers and begin begging him to let me go. He ignores my pleas and traces the lips of my pussy. My breath hitches as he slides between them. "I knew you were a bad girl. You're so close to coming already." Fuck. My body full on shakes when he taps my clit. Wetness runs down my thighs. Godddamn it. My body is completely betraying me.