I sit in my car and watch the clock. I just recently called to signal that I was near and to give her time to hop in the shower. Now the anticipation is killing me. My heart is racing and feels like it is going to beat out of my chest. The scenario had been laid out the day before but now that it is here, I can't control my excitement. This is evident by the bulge in my pants that is straining against my zipper.
I go through the checklist in my head of the dos and don'ts. The latter is a lot smaller which makes me smile. It is one of the many things that I like about her. I quickly think of the safe word. Another thing that I doubt will be needed but better to be safe.
I quickly check my surroundings out of nervousness. The rental is private and, in the woods, but I feel the need to check anyway. Nobody else is around. I check the clock one more time and let what feels like the longest minute ever to tick on the clock. That should be enough time I say to myself as I turn off the car.
The house is very nice and has an easy walkway to the front door. As I approach, I can hear music playing. It is our playlist, Kelly Rowland's Motivation. Reaching for the handle I have to mentally force myself to slow down. My desire is so strong but I have to stick to the plan.
I take a deep breath as I slowly and quietly open the door. The smell of scented candles gently assaults my nose as I enter the small intimate space. The room is bathed with the morning sun through the trees intertwined with the faint glow of the candles. The effects cause little shadows to dance throughout the room.
The song is nearing the end and I notice that it starts over again from the beginning. She has it on repeat, I chuckle to myself with a smile as I search for her phone. I can hear the shower running in the bathroom as I find the phone.
I turn off the repeat feature replacing it with shuffle. Our mix is very eclectic and I love not knowing what mood will be presented next.
I scout out the room looking for the best area to stage my "attack" and find a spot near to the bathroom door. I slowly and quietly glide across the room to the location and ready myself. I am in position for what feels like an eternity full of nervousness, excitement, and anticipation.
I hear the shower water turn off and the shower curtain open. I pull my practice knife from my pocket and steady myself taking slow deep breaths and mentally telling Russell that he will soon have that which he so desires.
The knife has no edge and will allow me to be a little more aggressive without worrying about actually hurting her. A few more seconds go by and the song changes to Bad Things by Casio McCombs.
The door to the bathroom opens shortly thereafter. First comes the steam and the fresh scent of her body wash. Then my prey is within sight. Her hand and opposite leg at first then her body wrapped in a towel. It does well to cover most of her but makes me that much more excited as I can see the slope of her neckline leading to her ample cleavage.
She has a quizzical look on her face as she turns to look for her phone. The music change must have alerted her that something was different in the room. She plays the part very well as she comes out.
My hands are on her in an instant as I attack her from behind. My left hand is over her mouth so as to prevent her from "screaming" while drawing the dull edge of the practice knife to the side of her neck with the other. My body is pressed tightly against hers and I can feel her jump from being startled.
I'm sure that she can feel my erection as I pull her back into my controlling embrace.
"Keep quiet and nobody gets hurt", I say into her ear. "Is there anybody else here?" She shakes her head no with small quick movements. "Good!" I say as I loosen my grip a little. "Is anyone else expected any time soon?" She pauses for a second before nodding her head yes. I spin her around to face me as I menacingly say "don't try to lie to me".
The quick movement causes her towel to open up a little but she doesn't notice. Or pretends not to notice.
I press the knife back to her throat and her hands come up to grab at my wrist and ease the knife away. A normal reaction but it causes her to forget about the towel for a second and it falls almost completely off of her. She clumsily tries to cover up as I ask her again if she is expecting anyone anytime soon. With my hand free of her mouth she is able to find her voice. "No..." she says and I relax my grip and the blade a little more.
She takes a few steps back as she tries to adjust the towel that is now barely covering her. Her heaving breasts now show a little erection at her nipples, either from the cooler air they have been introduced to or due to her excitement. She catches my lustful gaze on her body and turns to run as she starts a scream for help. Her movement, meanwhile, has "accidentally" moved her closer to the bed.
I lunge after her grabbing her again from behind and the two of us fall onto the bed with me on top of her and her face down. "Now why would you go and do that?" I say as I pin her arms up above her head. Her hand still clutches the towel in one hand and my moving it above her head exposes her ass and sex to me. She struggles in vain to get free but my grip is too strong.
I return the blade to the side of her neck and it quickly takes the fight out of her. My hand restraining her hands quickly let's go so that I can lay two quick slaps to her ass which catches her by surprise and she lets out a quick yelp.
I turn her over onto her back and can see her full nakedness as the discarded towel has left her body bare. I straddle her and press the knife to her neck to remind her of my control. I examine her body with hungry eyes and I scoop up a breast into my other hand. With a sudden movement, I take her nipple into my mouth and draw on it like a nursing child.
The quickness of the assault causes her to gasp and then a soft moan escapes her lips before she is back to her senses and tries to fend me off. I let go of her breast and grab her arms one at a time while trying not to hurt her with the knife. I secure her wrists again as I look around the room for an aid to keep her arms restrained.
I spot a sheer scarf on a chair nearby that looks like it would fit my needs. I pull her up off of the bed and lead her over to the chair. She must realize where I'm heading and she starts to pull back and try to break free. I shoot her another look to show that I'm not playing. I place the knife between her legs and notice the brown bush of hair that glistens in the room light either from her shower or her excitement.
"You must think that I'm playing with you bitch! I can make this very painful for you if you would prefer."
I pull the knife away and give her a quick jerk to pull her forward and grab the scarf with my knife-hand. I hand her one end of the scarf and tell her to hold on to it. I then take the rest and wrap it around her wrist. First, the one holding the scarf and then around the other so that they are tied tightly together but not enough to cut off the circulation. I then take the end of the scarf that she is holding and tie my best boy scout slip knot. There is still enough scarf so that I can use it to comfortably pull her around.
I use it to pull her back toward the bed and pull/push her so that she is bent over face down over the bed. I climb onto her back and use my weight to pin her in place. The bed is one of those raised beds so she doesn't have to bend her knees much to get into that position.
"Stay right there!" I say as I clamber over to kneel in front of her.
