I woke slowly and fought my way to consciousness as if trying to swim up from deep, dark water. The pressure in my mouth was immediately foreign to me and when I went to reach for whatever it was in my mouth I found my arms wouldn't respond. Still trying to awaken myself it took me a little time to realize that my hands were restrained. A couple good shakes told me that I was shackled. My subsequent scream was thoroughly muffled by what was in my mouth.
My legs were also restrained and a cool wafting breeze from my open window told me that I was also naked. Fully awake at this point I remembered that I had closed the window on this unusually chilly summer night.
'It's just the way you wanted it, Christie.'
His voice was manly enough, confident, and somehow caring. Still, I didn't know him and the practical aspect of waking up bound, tied, and naked in ones own bed doesn't instill anything other than fear of whoever the voice belongs to.
A caress of my bare foot sends a shiver up my spine. Combining fear and the chill of the night, the goosepimples come easily.
'You like that. I knew you would.'
I can't see him in the dark but I feel the bed as he climbs on it. Gently, he spreads my knees apart and immediately nuzzles my sex. In utter futility I scream again and buck wildly.
'Right, like in your story you have to fight to make it clear that this isn't your choice. I loved that story, Christie, and it was so wonderful when you invited me to help you live it out. All of our chats for the last few years and now here we are living out the fantasy. This is going to be sweet!'
Chats? What chats? I haven't chatted since I was nineteen! His mouth descends on my sex like a thirsty man on a beer. Despite any feelings to the contrary, my body responds to the attention and I feel an unwelcome arousal as his toungue knowingly seeks out my secret places. Lovingly and gently, his hands caress my body from my knees to my breasts as that familiar feeling starts to build in me. It's too soon! I never respond like this and now my body just seems to betray me.
'Just like you'd said, you smell of lavender.'
The brief interlude over, his tongue returns to my sex and I almost immediately feel the pleasure building. I whine with the lack of control over my most private and personal part of myself and he giggles and slips his tongue deep into my body and then he sucks onto me as if drawing life itself from me.
I cry out with the unwanted pleasure and he does it to me again followed by yet one more time. I come back to my senses and feel the sweat on my back cooling the sheet beneath me. The bed moves again.
'I've waited for this for four years. You have too.'
He lays himself on top of me and as comes close to me I can only see his lips and his eyes through the balaclava covering his head. He kisses my neck as I turn my face from him and he giggles again.
'You're amazing how you're playing this! This is so great!'
My body having already done what it wanted in response to his previous attentions, he finds me ready yet again for what he does next. I smell his aftershave as I feel his cock grind into my pubic hair and I hear him swoon as the head slips into me.
