It was a warm summer day. Amanda was just getting started with her day when she noticed that her favorite perfume was missing from the bathroom sink where she kept it. She didn't have enough time to worry about finding it, so she just got in the shower to wake herself up. As she stripped her pajamas off, she felt a tingle in the back of her neck as though someone was watching her.
"Hello?" she forced out in a little meek voice. She strained her ears to listen, but there was nothing. "Fuck, Amanda you're losing your mind," she whispered to herself. As Amanda got in the shower she couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching her but as the day went on she soon forgot all about it. At work as she waited tables in the little café, the feeling hit her again. Unsure, she randomly searched the sea of endless face but saw no one that seemed unusual to her. As Jon watched Amanda busing a table from his usual seat, he couldn't think of any thing else but putting his face in her long black hair and the thought of what her well-built breast would feel like in his mouth. As his eyes moved over every curve of her body, the blood began to flow to his male appendage and his breathing became heavy. He remembered the way she looked the first time he saw her about six months ago her long hair was raven black that went perfectly with her gorgeous hazel eyes. Her body was curvy and she was about five feet, six inches tall. He was waiting for a partner in his firm to show up to discuss business when he laid eyes on the angle. He had tried to pick her up right then and there but she had rejected his advances with class, he knew then that he had to have her. Soon after, he rented the apartment next to hers after the previous tenant that had refused to sublet it, fell victim of an unfortunate"accident". He had been watching her forever it seemed and everyday he fell more and more in love. It was watching her in the shower that morning that had finally pushed him over the edge, the way the water beaded off her tits and down her supple abdomen down even lower to her delicate flesh. Jon was at full attention by the time he was done replaying the scene in his head and had totally lost sight of Amanda. "Shit it's almost 5PM. She's getting off any minute," Jon thought. He got up from the table he was sitting at.
"How was everything?" Amanda asked from behind, causing him to turn quickly. "Oh sorry, did I scare you?"
"Oh no, you're just fine," Jon replied with a bit of a laugh, he drilled into her eyes and added, "Every thing was just great, thank you." Jon took a twenty from his wallet and placed it in Amanda's hand closing his fingers around hers. Amanda's expression became uneasy. "This is for you," Jon whispered leaning in close to her ear. Amanda took a step back but Jon didn't let go he just stared into her eyes, he could almost imagine what her eyes would look like just after he plunged his rod deep inside her. Amanda yanked her hand free snapping Jon back to reality. "You have a real good day," Jon said smirking, knowing exactly what the day held for his little blossom.
"Yeah thanks," Amanda said lowering her eyes from his.
As Amanda walked home after work, she just couldn't get the man in the expensive suit out of her head. He was very good looking for one, with his strong build and his chiseled features. She knew him from the café, he was a regular, but she didn't know anything about him and the scene he made really creeped her out. That wasn't all that that was bothering her, it was his eyes that she couldn't stop thinking about. They were blue, like the sky on a cloudless day, but there was something dark behind them that scared her. She stopped at the corner store down the street from her brownstone apartment. She picked up a half gallon of milk and a pair of lace top thigh highs for her date, she didn't know why she got them, "I always get the biggest losers on blind dates," she thought to herself, "but you never know." When she got home Amanda put the milk away and jumped in the shower; as she jumped out she saw it, her favorite perfume was back in its place. Had it always been there? Had she finally snapped? But she just couldn't remember if it was there before she got in the shower. The loud meow of the cat clock sprang her back into action before she could think too hard about it. She had only 20 minutes to get her hair done, her makeup on, and get dressed.
Jon watched from his normal hiding place in the crawl space above the apartment. She never noticed the small holes in the ceiling throughout the apartment. As she got ready Jon waiting for the perfect moment to attack. Amanda finally put her shoes on; she was wearing a short black dress with buttons going all the way up the front.
Amanda screamed as the leather bound hand clamped over her mouth muffling the sounds. A strong forearm wrapped around her neck, pulling her into a hard chest.
"You scream again and you die. Got it!" Jon hissed in a low breathless voice. Amanda nodded her head and waited for the man to take his hand away. Tears gathered on the rim of her eyes. The man's hand slowly eased off her mouth and down to her waist pulling her closer to him.
"Ok, first the ground rules," Jon continued in the low voice.
"Ground rules? What do you mean?"
"Yes, ground rules. First you don't scream or yell or you die."
Tears flowed down Amanda face like two streams of hot lava. "Oh god, please don't hurt me. Take anything you want just don't hurt me!" Amanda sobbed.
"Don't worry, I'll be taking everything I want and if you do everything I say you will live to see tomorrow, do you understand?" Jon waited for a reply but Amanda just began to sob. "Fucking answer me when I am asking you something," Jon said in a calm voice taking his hand from her waist and grabbing a handful of hair and pulled her head back to his shoulder. Putting his mouth right up to her ear, he whispered, "Do you fucking understand?" Amanda nodded. But Jon pulled hard on her head. "Say it!" he hissed.
"Yes I understand"
"Good, now rule number two if I ask you a question I want an answer. Understand?" Jon pulled back on her hair again to insure she answered.
"Yes," Amanda whimpered.
"And finally from now until I leave, I am your lord and master, for all intents and purpose I am your god. If I tell you to do something, you do it. Got that?"
Just then Amanda realized that this wasn't just a robbery; he wanted more from her than just her watch.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Ask who it is," Jon ordered.
"Who is it?" Amanda squeaked trying to sound as normal as possible.
"I'm Brad; Amber was supposed to set us up."
