Secluded

She looked so vulnerable lying there. She was on her back, naked, with the covers thrown off, legs spread. He had been watching her for months and it was a rare occurrence for her to be displayed so perfectly for him while she slept.

He watched her long before she went to bed as well, of course. He knew every curve and dip of her body. He knew how she gently caressed herself to get to sleep. How many times a week she worked her biggest dildo into her needy cunt. The face she made when her vibrator pushed her over the edge and made her come.

He knew. But only from afar. That would change tonight. He was finally going to touch her, make her come, mark her inside and out. He was going to make her his.

When he was ready, he gathered his courage and simply walked in the back door. She was terrible about locking them and tonight was no different. She felt safe and comfortable in her secluded house. With no neighbors around and being surrounded by woods, she had never bothered with curtains or blinds. Which was great for him watching her, but added a little stress about being seen.

What if someone else was watching? What if someone turned down her long, winding driveway and saw what he was going to do to her? Or worse... What if someone came over? Someone that knew her and would care enough to call for help?

But some things can't be helped. His need for her outweighed all of the what ifs he could conjure. He would take the risk. He would take most any risk if it meant he could have her.

After gently closing the back door and locking it behind himself, he silently walked through the laundry room, then the open space of her dining and living rooms, down the hall, and finally came to a stop outside her bedroom door.

She slept like the dead so he wasn't worried about her waking up before he wanted her to. He stood outside her room for several minutes, just watching her up close, listening to her deep breathing.

She had gone to sleep naked after making herself come with just her fingers. It was something she did every now and then. Rather than using any of her large selection of toys, she would tease and torture herself with only her hands.

She always started with her tits. She would spend long minutes touching them. She would go from light, circling touches that gradually changed to a rough grip, to focusing solely on her nipples. She would pinch and roll them, draw them out from her body, sometimes slap them.

Then she would move lower, going from gentle glide to harsh grab everywhere she touched. Until eventually she would treat her clit almost exactly like she did her nipples. Light circles, rough grinding, a hard pinch, several fast slaps to her sensitive bud. She would then bury her fingers deep and fuck herself hard and fast until she finally came.

She seemed to like pain with her pleasure, and he was so close to giving it to her himself.

He watched her a while longer, loving the way she was so wanton, even in sleep. She had kicked off her blanket until only a sheet was draped over one leg. The other leg was bent and cocked out far enough that he could see the slightest glimpse of her glistening pussy in the moonlight. One hand was cupping her left breast and the other was resting on her right hip, fingers angled teasingly toward her bare mound.

He let out a long, slow exhale and gently squeezed the bulge in his pants. He was going to enjoy every inch of her body tonight and there would be no rush. He was going to make sure she remembered him for the rest of her life.

He was dressed in black from head to toe. Black pants, t-shirt, boots, gloves, and a hoodie with the hood up, putting his face in shadow, even going so far as wearing black boxer briefs and socks. He also had a black backpack that he gently set on the floor outside her door. He knelt beside it and quietly went through his sparse supplies, pulling out what he wanted to start with.

A long knife came out first, followed by a few soft, black strips of fabric. He stood, tucking the fabric into his hoodie pocket, and walked to stand beside her bed. He watched her bare chest rise and fall for a moment, just appreciating the sight before him, then dragged one gloved finger over her uncovered leg, sweeping from bent knee to upper thigh.

She shifted slightly but made no indication that she was waking up. He eased the pressure and ran the finger over her smooth mound, curved up to stroke her soft stomach, then stopped, settling the weight of his hand over her ribs. Exploiting her deep sleep, he gripped the hilt of the knife and ran the blunt edge of the blade over one nipple. It tightened at the sensation of cold metal grazing it.

He enjoyed the way it looked so much that he gave the other nipple the same treatment. When both were hard and straining, he pressed the flat of the blade against one, increasing the amount of cold surface on her skin. When she released her breast and moved her hand up to brush it away, he brought the knife to her neck.

He pressed it gently into her skin and brought his other hand up to palm a tit. She woke slightly then, but as expected, she was confused and soft. Before she could even open her eyes he made a soothing shushing sound and told her in his deep, raspy voice, "Relax, baby, I'm just here to make you feel good."

He knew it wouldn't work for long, but she hummed gently, giving him a few more minutes to enjoy her while she was sleepy and compliant. He thumbed her straining nipple with his gloved hand and she gave a small whimper. Her right hand was still on her hip but it looked like it was trying to inch south at his touch.

He was in heaven. He never thought tonight would go this well, but he was going to run with her docility as long as he could keep it.

He kept groping her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple gently, and her quiet whimpers got a little louder. He moved to the other and repeated the process, palming, squeezing, pinching, and rolling. She began arching into his hand and he knew her brain was about to come back online and realize she was supposed to be alone.

Before she could wake up and freak out, he set the knife beside her on the bed and spoke gently to her. He soothed her, telling her, "You're doing so well, I'm going to make you feel so good. But only if I can slip this over your eyes real quick."

He didn't give her mostly sleeping brain time to process the request. He just delicately raised her head with one hand and got the blindfold out of his pocket with the other. He slid the dark material over her eyes while telling her again how good she would feel, that he was going to take care of her, to just trust him.

He went back to her breasts, caressing them softly in slow circles, with an occasional pass over her nipples, trying to ease her back into sleep with gentle touches like she gave herself at night. She got still and quiet again so he pulled his hands away from her skin and waited for her breathing to return to the slow rhythm of deep sleep. He rubbed his aching cock over his pants and sent a quick thank you to every deity he could think of that this was finally happening.

When he was sure she was asleep (and he wouldn't come the next time he touched her), he found the knife in the sheets and set it down on the low dresser behind him, then took off his gloves and hood. He had to feel her skin without the barrier of the gloves.

He removed the remaining black fabric from his pocket and set two mounds of it on her night stand. Moving as stealthily as possible, he gathered both of her wrists above her head, placed them on the pillow, and started wrapping them with the smaller pile of material from her night stand. When they were tied securely together, he then wound the other end through the slats in her headboard.

The sight of her tied, blindfolded, naked, and waiting for him took his breath away.

He pulled the small corner of the sheet off her leg and she was completely bared to him. Every inch available for his pleasure. And hers. Because he had every intention of making this the best night she had ever had.

He put his hand on her ankle and slowly worked his way up her leg. He used gentle pressure on her calf and knee, then gripped tighter as he made it to her toned, but still supple, thighs. He dug his thumb into the muscle and pressed a line up her inner thigh until she began to stir.

She made a low moan as he inched higher, closer to the tight heat that was calling him. His knuckles grazed her pussy lips before she startled violently. She jerked her leg away from the sensation, then tried to pull her arms down to swipe at whatever was touching her, but soon realized she was unable to move them down, only side to side.

He watched in awe as she struggled against her bindings, whipping her head left and right, trying to figure out why she couldn't see anything. She was breathing heavily, close to panic, when he put his hand back on her thigh. She screamed.

He gave a slow smile as she caught her breath then screamed again, trying to pull herself into a ball at the head of the bed. He watched as she yanked on her hands again, finally calming enough to yell. To ask who was there and what they wanted. He stayed quiet until she began to panic again, watching her beautiful body writhe and shake.

When he did speak, it was in a low, soothing voice. He told her, "Just relax, baby, I'm going to make you feel so good. Relax and let me take care of you. You'll feel like a new woman once I'm done with you."

He reached out and grabbed her ankle again. She kicked and cursed at him and he let out a low chuckle. He lied for the first and only time, "I didn't want it to come to this, but I'll do what I must. You'll enjoy this if you let yourself." She would enjoy herself if she could get out of her head, but he definitely wanted to do what came next.

He moved to the night stand and got the other strip of material piled there. It was much longer than the first. He let it fall loose, holding one end as he trailed the rest of the silky fabric over her skin. It slid over her heaving breasts, down her belly, and between her legs as he gripped one thigh and forced it wide.

He moved his hand down to her foot, pulled until she was lying flat on her back, held it tightly, winding the fabric around her ankle, then tied it to the post at the foot of her bed. She kicked wildly, not even making contact, with her other foot, until he caught it mid strike. He wound the fabric around that ankle and secured it to the other post.

She was spread wide, with just enough slack so she could bend her knees slightly, without being able to kick out. She was yelling again, begging him to stop. He smiled to himself and told her, "Don't worry, sweetheart, this will only hurt as much as you want it to."

He started at her calf again, his calloused hands scraping her soft skin as he worked his way up. He made it to her thigh, back to where he was before she woke up, and gripped it forcefully. He held her there for a minute, tuning out her pleas, enjoying the way his fingers sank into the softness of her body. He could see the skin turn white under his grip.

She didn't stop struggling, but he didn't stop his path up her body either. He released her thigh, grazed over her mound with the back of his hand, spread his palm wide across her stomach, almost covering her from hip bone to hip bone, then moved up to her tits again. They were finally his to play with. He palmed one from the bottom and molded it in his hand. He squeezed, forcing the tip up, and bent his head toward it. He pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked viciously.

She tried to wrench away but couldn't break the suction of his mouth. He continued to suck, flicking his tongue over the hard, protruding bud, until she cried out. But this one sounded slightly different, more strained than outright terrified. He released her with a pop and sucked the other nipple into his mouth just as brutally. He bit down and she cried out again.

He released her from his mouth, but continued groping her full, natural tits. He used both hands, pulling both nipples away from her body, as he had seen her do just a couple of hours before. He pulled until he was sure it was painful, then pulled a tiny bit more. She screamed, begged him to stop. He let out a gruff sound and said, in a threatening growl, "Oh, we're just getting started." He gave one breast a stinging slap and stepped away.

He watched her writhe against the bed, against the bindings, as he pressed his palm against the base of his cock. He ground into himself as he reached for the discarded knife. He clenched the hilt and stepped toward the bed again.

At the feeling of cold metal against her skin, she fell still and quiet. He watched in wonder as she became compliant again. He dragged the flat of the blade from her stomach to her collar bone. She whimpered and tried to still even more. He pressed the tip into the hollow between her collar bones, not enough to draw blood, but enough that she knew without a doubt what was against her.

He spoke in his deep, rumbling voice again. "Shhh baby. I only want to make you feel good. I don't want to use the knife on you, but I will if I have to. Just relax. I know what you want. What you need. I'll give you everything, but you have to calm yourself. No more screaming, at least not in terror. No jerking away from me. Just feel the physical sensations. Let me take care of you."

She expelled a shaky breath and gave a short nod of her head. She whispered, " I'll try, just please don't hurt me."

Rather than removing the knife like she hoped, he lightly dragged the sharp tip over her right nipple, down the curve of her breast, down her stomach, over her hip, then across her lower belly to the other hip. He made a couple of circuits of her most sensitive areas, causing goosebumps to spring up in the knife's wake.

On one pass over her mound he used his other hand to finally dip a finger between her folds. She was dripping wet. His finger came away covered in her arousal and he groaned low in his throat as he brought it to his lips and tasted her.

"Fuck, baby, you taste better than I imagined."

He stepped back, tossed the knife on the dresser, flipped on the lamp on her nightstand, and started undressing. The hoodie came off first, tossed haphazardly to the floor, then his t-shirt. He unbuttoned his pants, but when she heard the zipper he heard her draw in a sharp breath.

He huffed out a laugh and said "I'll keep them on for now. Even better, I promise I won't fuck you until you beg me for it."

True to his word, he left his pants on, albeit unbuttoned and unzipped, then moved closer, letting his fingers skim over her still peaked nipples. Goosebumps erupted over her entire chest at his touch. He slid his hand up and applied a loose grip to her throat. He felt her swallow against his palm as he maneuvered his body to straddle her.

She could tell that he was a massive man. He was heavy and warm on top of her, but he wasn't soft. Thick, strong thighs rested on her lower body, she could feel the muscle flexing as he settled himself to sit on top of her spread legs. He was low enough to have access to everything he wanted and still tall enough to easily maintain his grip on her throat while perched more than halfway down her body.

Keeping her throat pinned to the pillow he used his other hand to spread her pussy wide, baring her hot, wet hole entirely. He stared at the damp skin between her legs, watching as it tried to clamp around nothing. It was obvious she loved this. She loved being scared. At a stranger's mercy.

He let his thumb drift to her center. He brushed her clit lightly, then traced the labia surrounding her sodden core. He added slight pressure to her folds, eventually pushing his thumb into her tightness. Her walls seized around the intrusion and he couldn't wait to feel his cock buried right there. And he would. He would make her beg if it was the last thing he ever accomplished.

He pushed his thumb deeper and she let out a strained whimper. He slowly pulled it out, almost withdrawing completely, then pushed back in just as slowly, repeating the process several times. He watched her muscles tighten everywhere as he fucked her with this thumb. Her thighs were rigid, her stomach tense, her arms flexing above her head. She was clearly trying to keep herself together, trying to keep the unwanted pleasure at bay.

He began thrusting faster, thumb making obscene sounds in her wetness. She was writhing again, only this time she was subconsciously pushing into his touch instead of pulling away from it. When she started breathing heavily he stopped. He removed his thumb and the hand around her throat, and smiled as he watched the disappointment flicker over her face.

He sat back, his legs the only point of contact between their bodies, and watched her come to terms with her lost orgasm. It would have taken a few more minutes to get her there but she had been well on her way. Her breathing slowed, as did the pulse at her throat, and her body began to relax into the bed.

She didn't speak, didn't acknowledge what had just happened at all. She just slowly eased back into her mattress. And he loved her for it. He wanted to draw this out all night, and had hoped she had the strength to withstand that much pleasure.

He noisily sucked her flavor off of his thumb, then put his hands on her hips and moved them upward. He pressed them into her belly, then her ribs, finally spreading them under her big, perky tits. He loved her tits. They were perfect. They were big enough to spill over his large hands, well more than a handful each. Her nipples were dark pink, almost exactly the same color as her pussy lips. The tight tips were long and begged to be sucked and bitten. "Perfect", he breathed.

He pushed them up from the bottom, cupping one in each hand, and made them bounce and jiggle. He watched each settle as he let them go, nipples hard and pointing to the ceiling. He moved his hands up until he gripped them firmly. He pressed them together and imagined his cock between them. He groaned to himself and lowered his face to lick and suck every inch of them.

He started at the bottom again, his tongue teasing the very bottom curve of her right breast, where it met her body. She made a small sound and shivered as he lightly flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin. He moved to the left and she shuddered again. He moved up in tiny increments, making sure to show each one the same attention. His tongue went from teasing with the tip to long, broad strokes randomly. He would suck the soft tissue deep into his mouth every now and then as well.

He groaned and spoke his dirty thoughts into her skin as he worked her over. "Goddamn, baby, your tits are fucking divine. I could mark them with my teeth and cum all night. I want to suck your nipples until it hurts. Bite them. Leave my fucking mark on every inch of your beautiful body."

Contrary to his words, he completely ignored her nipples, taking care to blow hot breaths around them, suck right against the edge of her areolas, but never touch. He bit the swells at the top and bottom of each breast, soothing with his tongue and lips afterward.

Her body was tense beneath him but she never said a word. She would make involuntary sounds occasionally, but otherwise seemed to be acting like none of it was happening. He was frustrated and achingly hard at her show of strength.

Once her tits were thoroughly attended to, minus nipples of course, he raised himself slightly and rolled his hips into her thigh. He needed relief but had no intention of going back on his word. He thrust against her again and came to a decision.

He sat up straight and caught sight of her pussy. And the wet spot on the sheet below her. She was fucked and she didn't even know it yet.