Sarah gasped as a leather gloved hand covered her mouth in the darkness. She tried to look at the clock, but the hand over her mouth was pushing her firmly down into the bed.
"Don't move." Growled a gruff voice from above her.
It was too dark for Sarah to see anything. Recently she had let on to her husband about some of her fantasies in the bedroom. She was a little annoyed that he'd chosen a weeknight to surprise her, as she had to be at work early in the morning, but she was suddenly excited too.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Sarah could see that he was dressed in black, with a balaclava pulled over his face.
It was a warm night, so Sarah had gone to bed in just a thin slip. Her husband was working late so she had the bed to herself... until now.
Suddenly, the masked figure tied something tight around her eyes, cutting off one of her senses. She remained still, eagerly anticipating what would happen next.
She felt the leather gloved hands grab her wrists, forcing them roughly above her head, before tying them to the headboard of the bed. Sarah felt herself tingling with excitement.
After a pause, the gloved hands were on her ankles, forcing her legs apart, as each was tied to a post at the bottom corners of the bed. Sarah gasped. She hadn't mentioned being tied up to her husband!
Nothing happened for what felt like an eternity to Sarah. She could hear quiet rustling, but not enough for her to guess what he might be doing.
"When's your husband due home?" Growled the man again.
"I don't know, he's working late tonight." Sarah replied excitedly.
There was another pause.
"I bet you're a right dirty bitch, aren't you?" Mumbled the man. Sarah could feel his gloved hands on her thighs, the leather smooth as he ran them up towards her hips. "All you horny housewives are the same. All prim and proper in public and then dirty little fuck whores behind closed doors."
Sarah felt herself getting wet. He'd never spoken to her like that before! She felt exposed, spread eagle and tied to the bed tightly. She couldn't really move with his hands on her thighs holding her down either.
"What do you want?" Sarah asked. But the man didn't reply. He moved to sit astride her. Suddenly the thin slip was ripped off her, straight up the middle making Sarah jump.
She felt the gloved hands grasp her breasts, squeezing them tightly. The leather left her skin before suddenly striking her right breast. She cried out both in shock and pain. He slapped her breast again. Sarah started to protest, "Shut up!" He snarled at her.
Her right breast was hot and throbbing from when he had struck her. Sarah thought he'd tone it down a bit but instead, felt his teeth round her already stinging nipple as he bit down hard. Tears sprung to Sarah's eyes as she cried out again. He slapped her roughly across the face.
