The amber lights on her Ford explore flashed brightly, illuminating the gym parking lot as Becca left the gym after a grueling Brazilian jiu jitsu class. Her leg still throbbing where she received an unwanted amount of leg kicks from her instructor as they stayed after class and sparred striking.
Frustrated, she tied her shoulder-length box-dyed red hair into a hasty ponytail after tossing her gear in the back seat. She opened the drivers door and started the engine as she sat in the drivers seat, and began her journey home.
Upon her arrival, she received her usual response of disdain for her favorite hobby from her family members before she stepped into the bathroom and started the shower. Standing in front of the mirror, she peeled off her gym clothes and inspected her naked body for any new bruises. She counted several on her inner arm, no doubt from where her instructor had pinned her to the floor as he lightly threw jabs into her ribs, forcing her to remember to control the posture of her opponent when they're in a dominant position.
She walked to the shower, and stepped inside and pulled the curtain shut. She stood for several minutes under the steaming hot water, letting the cascade wash away her aches and pains as it poured over every curve of her body. Her hands following the waters path as she lathered herself, letting her fingers trail between her thighs for a bit longer than necessary. She considered satisfying a soft nagging urge to pleasure herself, but was just too exhausted from training to follow through.
She quickly washed and condition her hair before rinsing off one last time l, and turned off the water. She slid the shower curtain open and found a towel to dry herself. Then wrapped it around her body and secured it under her arms, and then brushed a second towel through her hair before wrapping it as well. She walked to her room softly and lay in bed and watched Netflix for a while her her husband played on his phone. She considered getting his attention, maybe to coax him into satisfying her urge in her stead, but knew it just wasn't the right moment for him.
Becca tossed the towels in the laundry and then returned to bed and wrapped her naked body under the blankets and drifted off to sleep for the night.
6am seemed to arrive earlier than she'd hoped. She lay in bed and cursed the sounds of the others in the house preparing to leave and go about their day. She checked the time on her phone and pleaded with it to pass faster so she could return to her dreams.
Silence. Finally. The house emptied, as it routinely does at this time of day, and Becca had the house to herself once again. Her eyelids heavy, she drifted back to sleep before she even heard the last car leave the driveway.
A short time later, even shorter in her sleep state, Becca was awoken by the feeling of weight shifting on the bed, as if someone sat next to her. The room, still dark from the time of day coupled with the shades being drawn, made it difficult to see anything but dark silhouettes. She looked over and saw a figure silhouetted against the pale color of the wall.
She knew immediately that she did not recognize this figure. The frame of their shoulders too broad, the scent of their cologne was foreign, but pleasant. Becca began to sit up to attempt to scream by reflex, but a large hand clamped over her mouth before she could as the figure lunges toward her. A second hand, grabbed her firmly around the throat and squeezed... preventing her from breathing, let alone making a sound. She was forced back onto her pillow as the man leaned close to her ear.
"Don't make a sound. I have no intentions of hurting you. But i will, if you even attempt to fight. Do you understand?" He whispered.
Becca considered her options. She could fight. Maybe get away and run to her vehicle. But the man is clearly much larger and more powerful. He'd likely outrun her and cut her off before she even reached the door. What then? She could make a desperate attempt to grab her phone and dial 911. But she lived far away from town. Help would take several
Minutes to arrive once they figured out what had happened. By then- who knows what she would have to endure. Suddenly his grip around her throat intensified, and Becca began to panic.
"DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?" He growled.
All Becca could manage to do was nod her head in agreement. Her heart pounding in her ears was deafening. The man leaned closer still. She could feel the heat from his skin radiating off her cheek. She relaxed her tense body and felt his grip around her neck loosen. She knew she was still pinned down, but at least she could breathe
"What do you want??" She begged. She felt her captor move closer to her, until his long body lay against hers. He brushed her hair from her face with his other hand and leaned in and gently kissed her on the cheek.
"You." He said. The word echoed through the room as he began kissing gently along her jaw line, and then down her neck. She pondered his intentions as she felt his lips along her soft warm skin. Do i know this man? Should i try to find a way to escape?
His hand against her cheek pulled her to face him as he drew his lips from her neck. She tried to focus her eyes on him. No use. Her eyes were sleepy and out of focus and the room too dark. Still, his voice sounded familiar but she couldn't place it.
Before she could ask anything else, his lips gently wrapped around her bottom lip. She furrowed her brow, unwelcome to his blatant advances, but knew better than to resist. His teeth gently scraped over her soft skin as he pulled his mouth slowly away. His hand leaving her throat, it moved to her hair, running his long fingers through it before placing his hand at the back of her head and pulling her mouth to his. She felt him shift into a mounted position as her lips parted. His tongue sliding between them. He moaned softly into her mouth as his tongue found hers, teasing it...tasting her as she lay under him. The comforter pinning her to the bed under his weight.
