What was that noise? Was that the side door? The dog wasn't barking, but then again, she doesn't hear that well anymore. Bobby was sleeping at a friend's house and I was out for a business meeting. You were relaxing in bed in a pair of undies and a t-shirt watching SVU and patiently waiting for me to come home.
You got up and walked over to the top of the stairs and called for me, "Hon? Are you home already?"
There was no answer so you got back in bed and sent me a text. A few minutes later I responded that I would be home in about 30 minutes and couldn't wait to get you naked! That brought a smile to your face and made your clit tingle.
You reached one hand into your panties and lightly grazed your clit and then slid your middle finger down your slit and felt yourself getting wet. You wished that your new toy had arrived so you could feel that vibrating tongue and get yourself off, but since it hadn't, you decided to wait for me instead.
Was that a creak in the floor? You have to be hearing things. You leaned your head back into your pillow and turned your attention back to Detective Benson. Some deranged lunatic was on the loose again.
Creak...
You picked your head up again and your heart was immediately in your throat when you noticed a dark figure in the doorway. You were frozen when you heard him say in a stern, but calm voice, "if you make a sound, I'll make you wish you didn't."
Too frightened to say a word, you just stared straight ahead at this masked man in your bedroom. His voice was familiar but you couldn't place it. Was he a friend of mine? A friend of yours? A neighbor? Who would do this to you and why?
Why was he in your bedroom and what did he want with you? And where was your husband? All these thoughts whirled around your head as he slowly sauntered toward you. You instinctively moved away toward the headboard and said softly, "please don't hurt me. Take whatever you want. I have money in this drawer. My husband has money over there. We have jewelry. Take it. Just don't hurt me. Please."
He kept walking toward you and replied, "the only things I'm taking tonight is that pussy and mouth!"
You were scared and thought of how you could escape but there was only one door. Before you could even finish the thought, he yanked the blankets off the bed and exposed your barely clothed body. He said, "looks like you were waiting for me!"
You crawled quickly toward the other side of the bed, but he was quicker and grabbed your ankles with his black gloved hands. "Where do you think you're going?" You didn't reply as tears welled up in your eyes. This man was in control and there was nothing you could do.
He climbed onto the bed and ripped your panties in half as they tore away from your body. Your ass and pussy were exposed, and you felt extremely vulnerable. You screamed again for him to stop and pleaded, "Please. I don't want this. Take our money and jewelry. Please. Don't hurt me!"
He removed his gloves and grabbed your face. It was forceful, but somehow gentle as well. He cupped your face and promised, "Oh I'm not gonna hurt you. Don't worry your pretty little head. You're gonna enjoy it. I'm sure of it."
His right hand abruptly moved between your legs as you tried to clench them together, but he was too fast. "Well, well, well... are you sure you don't want this?" he asked as his index finger glistened with your wetness. Your body was betraying you. Was it from my text and your quick touch before, or did you like what was happening?
He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small piece of rope. You tried to squirm away but he was too strong and he fastened your left hand to the headboard. You kicked at him and punched with your right arm, but he just laughed as he pinned you down with his knees and tied your right hand to the headboard as well. He was taking his time; enjoying it in a sick way that only a psychopath could enjoy.
His hands found the other pocket and your eyes widened as you saw a small pair of scissors emerge. "Please. No. Please. What are you doing?" You saw a smile behind his mask as he placed the scissors at the bottom of your t-shirt and slowly cut it away exposing your perfect breasts and erect nipples.
He placed his mouth on one of them and sucked it gently as you lifted your legs and tried to get him away. It was pointless. He was too strong. His left hand went back between your legs and he felt how slick you were. You were so angry on the inside because you knew this was so wrong, but it actually felt so good. It felt right.
