He smirked to himself as he stood in the check-out line at the store. In his hands was a 12-pack of soda, bread, batteries, and a 50' length of soft rope. Most of the people in the line were busy preparing for the oncoming hurricane; surely, they must have thought he was doing the same. No, just another honest shopping trip: Soda to drink, bread for sandwhiches, batteries for the TV remote, and the rope, well 'Let them think it's for the storm,' he thought.
Unbeknownst to the others in line, this rope was for little in the way of tying down large objects to protect the humans sheltered in his home during the storm. Its purpose would be served to tie and bind his girlfriend, since during a thunderstorm seemed to him to be the perfect time to ravage her, as no one would hear her scream.
Don't get Alec wrong, he has good intentions. His girlfriend Bree and he had long ago discussed a great matter of what is acceptable in bed. Alec had lightly skirted around the issue of bondage, only to be surprised when Bree jumped at the issue.
"Ooh, I think that'd be hot." she'd said, continuing: "You know, like to have someone want me so badly that no matter what they just couldn't stop themselves from having me. Not like a real rape where I don't want it, but strong and forceful still the same." A slight pause, "You know, like being fucked mercilessly, but having secretly wanted it."
Alec grinned that night as they continued home with their freshly bought fuzzy handcuffs, knowing that he would give Bree what she wanted sooner than she'd expect.
That time was not more than a month ago, and as he drove home, he still could not help but look over at the bag sitting opposite him and smiling to himself. A familiar stirring came about in his pants and he pressed against his hardening cock.
'Good.' Alec thought to himself as he pulled into his empty driveway, 'She's still not home.' Bree had gone to spend the day with her sister and mother, doing, well, "female" things. 'This will be better than I thought.'
After putting away the minimalist groceries, and making sure that damn remote worked with the new batteries, he searched the kitchen to find the shears. He cut the rope into a few more manageable sections. He pictured Bree tied to the bed as he rolled the rope between his fingers. 'Hopefully she won't wiggle too much and get ropeburn, at least this one's soft though.'
He sat and figured out his plan of action. Growing hard as time passed he was happy that he had planning time, but also grew anxious for what he was about to do.
It wasn't more than an hour until Bree arrived home. In that time, Alec had showered, shaved, and prepared the bedroom for the encounter that was about to occur.
He heard her car arrive in the driveway, and snuck to their foyer in his robe. When Bree swung open the door, he grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream, but he muffled her with his hand. She knew it was him, he was always trying to scare her, yet she still struggled to tear away from him.
"Take off your shirt," he told her, "now." Her eyes grew wider, her head trying to figure out exactly what he was doing, but still she complied. As soon as she'd unbuttoned and removed her shirt, he wrapped her wrists in the rope behind her; he went around each wrist and then in between them so that there was no way for her to untie herself or get free. Then he stripped her pants off of her, removing and tossing her shoes aside. He pulled her panties down her thighs, grabbing and squeezing her thighs and calfs as he slid them down.
So there she stood completely naked in their foyer, her hands tied behind her back. He kneeled as his hands felt her body. He grabbed and traced from her throat and shoulders down to her ankles for a minute before leading her to the bedroom by her tied wrists.
