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.
