She stretched across the bed to shut off the alarm, keeping her eyes shut in hopes of catching another 15 minutes of sleep. But the mental to do list kept running thru her mind, reminding her that sleeping in was not an option today.
With a heavy sigh she rolled over towards the nightstand, and reached for her Blackberry. She checked her emails, and was happy to see a request for a showing of one of her listings. She frowned as she realized there was no contact information to confirm the showing, and since the email had come thru the company website, no way to track the person down. "Oh, well," she thought, "it's at the end of the day, and if I can get rid of this house, it would definitely be a good thing."
As she went about her business the rest of the day, a small voice niggled at the back of her mind about the mysterious buyer. There were safeguards in place at her office, and agents were expected to have contact info for any clients they went out with. But the facts were that the market had been terrible for over a year, and the sale of this house could pay off her outrageous credit card balance, so she ignored the voice.
She arrived at the house a few minutes before the scheduled meeting. The property sat at the end of a gravel road, on several acres, and overlooked the lights of the town. The house was vacant, but furnished, and she wanted to make sure to have all the lights turned on and the house aired out so it would show to it's best advantage. As she came back downstairs, her mind registered something was wrong. "The door," she thought. "I left the door cracked open, and it's closed." She strode across the foyer, thinking the wind had blown it closed. Just as she realized the door wasn't just closed, but locked, she was shoved from behind, and pinned up against the door.
"Put this on," a voice growled in her ear, as a black satin sleep mask entered her line of vision. She saw the hand that held the mask was large, and encased in a black latex surgical glove. She felt terror coil in her stomach, this man knew what he was doing, and was determined not to leave any evidence behind. The man released the pressure on her back enough so that she could move her shaking hands up to take the mask and pull it over her head to cover her eyes. "Hands behind your back," the voice ordered. She placed her hands behind her back, and felt handcuffs being fastened around her wrists. She felt the body pinning her to the door step back, then a strip of fabric was tied firmly on top of the sleep mask, ensuring she wouldn't be able catch a glimpse of his face. She took some small measure of comfort from this, hoping that if he was going to such lengths to keep her from seeing him, he wasn't planning on killing her. Hands grasped her by the shoulders and turned her around, so she was facing him.
She stood there, literally quaking with terror. She heard the voice again, this time with mild amusement lacing his tone.
"You can stop shaking. I have no intention of killing you, or even hurting you. Well, not in a way that you won't enjoy."
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The voice was obviously being disguised, but something about the way he spoke was familiar to her, although she couldn't quite put her finger on how. Well, if he wasn't planning on hurting her, she wasn't going to make any of this easy on him, she decided. She had already resigned herself to the fact that he was going to rape her, toy with her, and God only knew what else, but she chose to believe that he really didn't intend to kill her.
She felt his hand on her arm above her elbow, attempting to guide her from the foyer. She threw her body against him, catching him by surprise, and off balance. The both hit the floor, with her landing across his hard body. She rolled off him, and started kicking at where she thought he was. She landed a couple of kicks, and heard him mutter a curse as she tried to scramble away from him. She was lifted up off the floor and pulled back against his body.
"So, that's how you want it to go down?" he asked, his breath warm against her ear. "That's fine by me, I like things a little rough, and I like my women feisty." He gave her a nudge forward, then led her towards the rear of the house.
"Crap, crap, crap!" she thought to herself. "All I've done is piss him off."
He led her to a point that she guessed was in the family room. She felt his hands at the waistband of her pants, unfastening and sliding them down over her hips. She felt the coldness of her fear spreading thru her.
"Please. Please don't do this. I won't tell anyone about this, just please let me go," she begged, tears escaping from under eye mask.
"Shhhh. Don't be afraid. You will live to remember this night, and I promise you will remember it. But if you want to continue to beg, it's ok with me. It's turning me on a little."
She fell silent as his gloved fingers slid under the waistband of her lacy panties, then slowly slid them down to her ankles with her pants. She felt him crouch in front of her, as he helped her step out of the clothing, then ran his fingers lightly back up her legs, around her hips, then down across her buttocks and thighs. As his fingers started skimming their way back up her legs, she brought her knee up, trying to catch him under the chin. He caught her knee easily, and pushed it back down.
"Now, now," came his mocking voice, "I'm going to have to teach you not to keep trying to hurt me."
She heard the squeak of someone sitting on leather, and realized he had sat down on the ottoman. She was suddenly pulled off balance, and found herself laying face down across his lap.
"What is the best way to teach a naughty girl that I mean business?" he asked theoretically.
With no further warning, she felt his hand slap her left ass cheek, hard. She cried out, more in surprise than in pain. His hand came down again, this time on her right cheek. She squirmed, trying to get away from him. She felt his hand press down on the small of her back, keeping her in place.
"You can take your punishment, or you can keep fighting, and increase your punishment. Your choice."
