After a long evening at work, I was looking forward to a bath and my comfy bed. I locked the door and went straight to the bathroom, drawing a hot bath and getting undressed. After my bath I went directly to my bed. I was still wrapped in my bathtowel, but I was so drowsy that I just covered up and shut off the light.
I woke up cold and exposed. The towel was open and my ankles were tied to the legs of the bed. I could feel the air from the fan blowing on my damp sex.
To my horror, I realized that someone was in my house! I could smell stale cigarette smoke and I heard rustling sounds as the intruder took off his clothes. I began to scream and he quickly covered my mouth and nose until I nearly passed out. Then he whispered that he promised he would not hurt me if I promised I would not scream. He said he would knock me out and do whatever he wanted anyway. Didn't I want to know what had been done to my body? I agreed and nodded, implying a promise not to scream.
He ordered me to scoot to the end of the bed until my bottom slightly hung over the edge. Then he tied each wrist to the same leg of the bed as each ankle, rendering me completely helpless and open to his will.
His rough hands rasped against my nipples, and he began to tell me why he was there and what he was planning to do. He had been watching me, learning when my husband was away for work, studying my habits. He had installed hidden cameras in my bedroom and had watched me masturbating. He had watched me and my husband.
He was going to make me love him instead, he said. The way he had fallen for me. He was going to make me come until I passed out, and then he would wake me up and have me any way he chose. Then, he would leave a knife by my hand and leave, never to return. He said if he had to see me with someone else, then I would have to let him have what he wanted, this one night. I owed it to him.
I was terrified that I was at the disposal of a psychopath. His lips brushed my earlobe as he spoke softly. Against my will, my body had begun to react to his voice. He straddled my hips and kissed me, grinding into my belly with his small erection. I tensed as I fought the absurd urge to laugh at him.
He must have felt my chest stiffen because he growled, "I know exactly what you need." Then he brutally began to suck my nipples, tugging and biting with his teeth and fingers. The pain was exquisite.
My clit swelled and I could feel my wetness as it began to run out of my hole. The air from the fan blew across my inflamed entry, and my hips bucked involuntarily.
He laughed and slid his hand down my body until his fingers slipped into my soaking wet folds. His breathing quickened and he stood at the end of the bed, pressing his hard cock just inside my pussy. He stroked my swollen clit with his thumb as he buried himself inside. My body betrayed me and gripped his meager member as he began to work it out of me slowly.
"God, you're so tight," he breathed.
