Isabelle jolted awake to feel the cool night air blowing across her chilled skin. She absently reached for her comforter hoping to feel its warmth on her bare shoulders. She patted the bed searching for the hefty down comforter but it wasn't within reach. Sighing, she sat up and grabbed a hold of the sheet to cover her breasts.
Where was the damn comforter anyway? She supposed she could have kicked it off, but she wasn't a wild sleeper and usually stayed put most of the night. Isabelle scooted down to the end of the bed to look for the comforter. It was there piled in a heap on the floor. She grabbed the comforter up and arranged it on top of the sheet.
It wasn't until she was settled back into her warm cocoon that she began to wonder why it was so cold in the room. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she noticed the curtains were lightly billowing from the open windows. Isabelle felt a chill move down her spine knowing that she had not opened the windows before going to bed.
Suddenly her warm bed didn't feel so safe. Isabelle jumped out of bed and turned on the light. The room didn't appear quite so sinister in the warm glow, but she didn't let her guard down until she had checked out the bathroom and closet. A brief check through the rest of the house reassured her that no one was inside.
"Well, that's that then. I must be losing it." Isabelle muttered to herself.
She closed the windows and straightened the curtains, then turned off all the lights except for her closet light. She cracked the door to allow some light into the room because she was still chicken enough to want a light on. She hopped back into bed determined to stop this nonsense and get back to sleep.
Isabelle was just drifting back to sleep when a hand dropped over her mouth.
"Don't scream." The voice said casually, in a deep, rich, melodic tone. The words were spoken as if they had met on the street and he was asking her for the time. The pressure of his hand was light, as if he expected no resistance.
Isabelle's eyes flew open to see a man standing over her, his silhouette outlined by the closet light. His face was obscured by the light at his back, only an outline of a large man could be seen. Isabelle felt a pang of fear, not sure if she could scream anyway as the panic clogged her throat.
"You understand what I'm saying Isabelle? I'm asking you not to scream, I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you disobey me. So if I take my hand away, you're not to scream, understood? Just nod if you do." There it was again, that casual, low growl.
How did this man know her name? Isabelle knew she must not panic. She closed her eyes and opened them again. She wondered if she was dreaming or if this was really happening. Surely this wasn't real she thought, but when she opened her eyes her attacker's silhouette remained shadowed in the now eerie closet light. So she slowly nodded.
"Good. I see you understand me." He said, still not removing his hand. "I need to secure your hands Isabelle. And maybe your feet, I don't need you interfering with my work, you understand don't you? Nod for me if you do."
Isabelle nodded her compliance, afraid to move for fear of what he meant by "work". Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled something out of his pocket and moved towards her face. His hand left her mouth and was quickly replaced with rough material, which he tied at the back of her head. Isabelle knew that once she was bound there would be no escape from this man. She began to squirm as the panic overtook her.
The man leaned down close to Isabelle's ear and whispered, "Remember what I said Isabelle, I don't want to hurt you but I will if I have to. Stop fighting me."
Strangely enough, his calmly spoken words had the desired effect and since Isabelle had no desire to get hurt she stopped her squirming and decided to save her energy to plan for a better escape.
"Good, I see you decided to listen to me. It really wouldn't have done you any good to fight me anyway Isabelle." The man chuckled with amusement.
Isabelle watched in fear as his hands moved to hers, pulling them above her head and securing them tightly together. He then moved to stand at the end of the bed, his eyes devouring his prey with her hands trussed up in the bed.
He grabbed the comforter and flung it to the ground as if suddenly impatient to see more of his prize. He stood back and looked at Isabelle's body under the thin sheet. Her breasts were plainly visible in the stream of light emanating from the closet. Suddenly conscious of the sheet brushing against her nipples, Isabelle squirmed under the sheet, hoping he wouldn't notice her nipples stiffening.
He tugged the sheet down a little, the fabric grazing her nipples and ending on her midriff. Her breasts were now exposed, the nipples raised and stiff. Isabelle looked up at him to see what his reaction was, and while she couldn't see his face, she sensed his satisfaction at making her respond.
The sheet moved down more, every small movement felt like a hundred needles piercing her skin. Isabelle couldn't understand why she was responding like this. This was a complete stranger in her house tying her up and about to rape her. Well, not a complete stranger, he knew her name. Somehow that was little comfort. And yet despite all that, her nipples were stiff, her stomach felt fluttery and there was a distinct pooling of heat in her womb.
Tug, the sheet moved down again, the fabric settling just above her pubic mound. Her pubic hair seemed ultra sensitive, the sheet heavy enough to rustle the hair but too light to ease the growing ache. Her hips jutted up involuntarily, seeking more pressure.
"Hmmm, look at that pussy. It looks hungry Isabelle." The man's hand hovered over her mound. "I wonder how hungry." He said as he lightly traced the shape of her through the sheet.
Isabelle felt her insides clench at his crude words. She did not want to respond to this man, to his words, to his deeds, but she was powerless to stop him. She was powerless to stop her body from reacting. A low moan escaped from her throat as she realized the hopelessness of her situation.
