Standing next to His car, He looked at the entrance of the school building where she worked. Waiting for her, He had as evil grin forming on His lips.
As she finished her last class, she yawned and stretched her muscles. Pushing her stuff into her book bag, she looked at her watch and walked down the hall toward her car. People were shouting their goodbyes for the long vacation ahead.
She reached her little sedan and didn’t even look up at the man, who was now sitting in his dark luxury car next to her but He noticed her. He couldn’t keep His eyes off her. She was slightly overweight with incredible curves, including a well rounded ass and large breasts. Wearing a floral dress with a dark jacket and her hair up in combs, she looked fresh and beautiful.
He started His sedan and followed her to the little condo on the edge of the quaint New England town. She opened her door and stepped inside.
The long day and the lonely week ahead only caused her more gloom as she went into her bathroom and started the water in her tub. A hot bath, bubbles, candles, and soft music would at least help her to slip into the fantasy that she was escaping to some tropical getaway.
Standing in her little living room with simple furnishings, His heart pounded against His chest. He could smell the rose scented bath foam and the soft vanilla candles as He stepped up to the open bathroom door. Hearing the water fill the tub, He looked to see the room bathed in yellow candle light and hear the soft music emanating from the radio, sitting on the toilet but He saw no beauty naked in the foamy water now starting to rise toward the top.
He looked at the door now partially opened. He peeked into the bedroom and she was standing in only her bra and panties with her back to Him. Absently she was softly humming to herself. Gripping the handle of the gym bag, He silently placed it on the brown shag carpet, pulling out a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs.
Mutely, He approached her. In one swift motion, He had her hands pinned at her side and His hand covering her mouth. Pulling her tight against His body, He whispered softly against her ear, “You need to obey me exactly.”
Her eyes grew big and she trembled against Him. Her cry for help was muffled against His large soft hand. His hard body pressed against every inch of her backside and she couldn’t help but feel the bulge against her ass. Feeling the material of His expensive suit and the intoxicating mix of Manly sweat and expensive cologne, she knew He was no ordinary rapist. But as soon as the word rape entered her mind, she wanted to run yet her body reacted with a strange tingle.
“I’m going to put these on you,” He said before dangling the cuffs in front of her. He slipped them on her wrists in one deft motion and then whispered hotly against her ear, “I’ll take my hand away if you promise not to scream, lil one.”
She nodded her head and He eased off the hold on her. He then slipped the blindfold over her eyes.
She turned her head toward him as she stepped back. “What,” she stuttered. “What do you want from me?”
“I think you know lil one,” he said softly, the voice strangely familiar to her.
“I’m here, my sweet, to give you what you crave most.”
Her mouth dropped open and then snapped shut. Instant recognition registered as she leaned against the closet door. That voice, that velvet voice, the voice that urged her, no commanded her to let go for Him. “You,” she said, in a mix of terror and surprise.
“Ahhhh…” He drawled. “You recognize my voice. Good that will make it easier, my sweet.”
He shrugged out of his suit coat, pulled off His tie and shirt, stepped out of his wingtips as she stood shivering, finally reaching for her blindfold. He stopped her hand and held her wrist in his strong vice like grip. “No, my sweet, you can’t or I’ll have to get mean.”
She nodded her head and then started to scream as He pinned her against the door, pulling her hands up and over her head, His hard hairy chest rubbing against her lacy bra, His mouth pressing against hers in a fierce, hungry kiss, tongue dueling with hers. The assault caught her completely off guard and she could only whimper against his brutal kiss. With her lips burning and her legs trembling, He twisted her nipple between His fingers until she gasped and tried vainly to pull from Him. He whispered against her lips, “Scream again and I’ll gag and punish you. Tell me you understand, lil one.”
“I understand,” she breathed, her voice shaky as his fingers eased on her nipple, now gently tugging and rolling it between his nimble fingers.
But then He cruelly pinched and pulled as He asked, “I understand what?”
“I understand, Sir,” she squeaked as she tried to pull away from His menacing fingers.
He eased on her nipples again and then whispered against her ear, “By the end of the night, I’ll have you begging, my sweet.”
“For what, Sir?”.
He spun her around, forced her against the door by holding her neck with one hand before smacking her purple lacy clad ass with his open hand. He pulled her high cut panties up into her crack, exposing her pearly cheeks. With a thunderous whack against her flesh, He caused her left cheek to flush bright pink. She shuddered as He whispered against her ear, “Don’t you know Me well enough to answer that question, lil one?”
“Yes,” she gritted as He smacked the cheek harder, leaving His hand print against her right cheek.
“What did you say?” He growled.
“Yes Sir,” she hissed between clenched teeth. The burning in her cheeks was abruptly a mix of silky pleasure and sting as she felt His tongue on her left buttock instantly after He released her neck. His tongue swirled over her burning flesh. Gripping the door until her knuckles turned white, her body betrayed her as moisture collected in her slit and her body tingled. His expert tongue caressed and danced over the stinging red flesh causing her to shudder with need, snuffing out fear, replacing it with only a building tingle that began at the silky feel of His tongue, toward that place deep inside where desire gathers.
He kneaded her fleshy globes with his hands as He looked up at her grasping the door. She pressed her body against it with mouth open; her breathing quickened as He slipped His finger over her crotch, feeling the dampness there. She was so wet. He slipped His finger along the edge of the material and then sucked His finger in His mouth, tasting the sweet nectar. She tasted so damn sweet that He wanted to drink more from her but He knew He wanted to tease, torment, and make her beg for Him so He eased back on his heels and stood up.
She took a deep breath as He stood. Leaning toward her he whispered hotly against her ear, “Time to wash you up, sweet one. Turn around.”
She snapped her head toward His voice. She wanted to lift her mask but feared the consequences as she turned toward Him. He pulled out a switch blade and cut off her bra straps, freeing two beautiful breasts. It took every ounce of strength not to take a nipple in His lips, not fondle, and handle those beautiful white tits in His hands.
