As I insert my key into the lock, a shiver runs up my spine. Cursing myself for not leaving a light on I swing the door open, quickly stepping inside. I shut and lock the door behind me. Dropping my keys on the kitchen counter, I hear something other then their clatter.
I reach to turn on the light and a hand clamps over my mouth. A voice tells me not to scream. My heart is pounding and it is hard to breathe behind the leather of the glove. The stranger pulls my head to the side to watch his hand come from my waist to my breast. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he uses his gloved fingers to manipulate my nipple into hardness.
I close my eyes thinking that if I cannot see then it will not happen. I struggle, trying to free myself, but he only pulls me to him tighter. In the struggle my skirt has ridden up and I can feel the rough denim of his jeans against my bare ass. He lets out a deep rumbling moan. He walks me forward, my heart sinks, I know where he is going. In one wide sweep he clears the dining room table.
He reminds me not to scream, telling me that he will leave me unhurt if I obey him. I nod in agreement. He pulls his hand from my mouth and I gasp drawing in the cool air. He in turn takes my wrists in one hand and pushes me face down against the cold table. I know that he is looking at me with my skirt up around my hips. It seems like an eternity, until I feel his gloved hand touch my ass...lightly, almost lovingly at first. Then he squeezes me hard, making me gasp. He moans and I realize he has mistaken my gasp of pain for pleasure.