I stood half an isle away staring at you, there in your black stiletto heeled boots, tipped with silver on the heel, the boot disappearing into the bottom of your jeans so seductively tight and form fitting.
I was walking through the grocery store when I spotted you. You were wearing those skin tight faded blue jeans (I couldn't figure out how you got into them), and that off the shoulder white tube top pulled low on your breasts. I could see you dressed yourself to stun true men, and scare those that thought they were.
I followed you at a short distance through the store passing you twice to smell you. Your perfume was exquisite, as though it was formulated for you alone. It was intoxicating, and I knew at the first scent of it, I MUST have you.
I gave up shopping knowing there would be time for that later, but now, I had a need I must satisfy. I followed you from the store after you checked out, and followed you on the short walk to your apartment. I couldn't believe you walked the 6 blocks in those heels. That told me you had stamina and would take time to wear you out. But I had a strong need, and hoped you could keep up.
As you reached your door I watched as you opened it and walked in, I then rushed up and forced my way in behind you, slamming and locking the door, you shrieked out with shock and rage, I cuffed you to the floor with the back of my right hand, your groceries scattering to the corners of the hallway.
In an instant I am upon you, pinning you to the floor with my full weight. You scream again and I again backhand you, and watch a small trickle of blood flow from the corner of your mouth. You look at me wild eyed, enraged, and terrified, but somehow excited at the same time.
I hold your hands above your head pinned to the floor with my left hand while I wrap my right hand into your hair and pull your lips to mine. You resist my kiss, but this does not deter me, I have only just begun to teach you to tease a real man.
Releasing your hair my hand slowly moves its way down your neck and shoulder, then roughly pulls the top you barely wear down exposing your left breast and my hand grabs it roughly, you wince at the roughness and twist and turn in an attempt to release my grip on your flesh, but something within you subdues your full attempt to fight. Your resistance is real but not completely what you can put forth. You can't believe this is happening, but somehow you are not sure you want it to stop either.
You try to scream but you simply moan into my mouth as you open your lips to return my kiss, feeling as though you should fight, but the conflict deep within your soul rages disallowing you to do anything but wrap the moment around you like a warm blanket.
The hard cool tiles of the floor burn into your back as I press you with my full weight to them. You close your eyes thinking "this can't be happening" but not wanting it to stop either, and you can't believe you are actually getting aroused by this. But, you can feel the dampness start between your folds, a dampness that will soon betray your need and desire.
Releasing your hands and shifting to a kneeling position over your stomach I grab the cloth of your scant top and tear it off you forcefully and ripping a piece off it, I jamb it roughly into your mouth, then tearing a long strip I tie it around your mouth to the back of your head, well gagging you, muffling any sound you might try to make.
Now exposed to me from the waist up, I roughly maul your lovely breasts with my hands. You reach to stop me with your hands so I roughly and in one swift motion flip you to your belly yank your hands behind you and bind them with the remaining cloth of your shredded top.
Then turning you back over to your back, effectively eliminating your further resistance I continue my exploration of your full breasts. I am astounded at how hard and erect your nipples are and can't help but admire them for a minute before reaching out and pinching them hard. Watching you wince from the pain and smiling at you, I release them lean down and slowly tease them with my tongue, one then the other. A tear slowly trails itself down your cheek, but as much as you are helpless to stop me another part of you wishes me to continue.
Next what I do startles you, but only for a moment; I stand and remove my belt, then bind your legs tightly together and disappear down your hall leaving you helplessly bound on the floor on the cool tiles. You think now I am only there to rob you. In about 3 minutes I return with something in my hand and you panic when you realize it is one of your kitchen knives. You start to thrash about and moan through your gag, but your sounds are well muffled and cannot be heard very far. You finally give up and having expended enough energy to have tired yourself out, you find yourself trying desperately to breath through your nose to recover, but all the heaving of your chest does is make me watch and smile more.
Next I lean down and open the belt you wear, pull the button open on the jeans and undo your zipper. You think you realize where this is going and again try to thrash against me to stop me, but I will not be denied and again backhand you hard, rocking your head to the left again. When you recover from that strike, you look at me with pleading eyes as if to beg me to let you go, but not wanting that deep in your soul.
I lift the cloth of your jeans and with the knife I brought back from the kitchen I slice carefully into the skin tight jeans, cutting them from you, leaving you in your boots and panties. I stare at your lovely body, and it is quite evident you work out several times a week at keeping yourself trim and fit. I however now only need to sample you more than ever and in one swift but careful move cut the silken cloth from your waist, and tear it roughly from you. As you become aware of the movement you moan out in objection but are powerless to stop me in any way.
Now fully naked on the floor in front of me except for your boots, I release the belt I have wrapped around your ankles, and roughly spread your legs and to my surprise see your obviously wet folds. You are horrified when you realize you are dripping down your slit at what's been going on, and can't believe it. You gaze on me in anguish as I slide one, then two fingers into your drenched slick hole, while sliding my thumb over your engorged clit. Your eyes close trying to stop your arousal, but the moans and thrusting of your hips betray what your body wants.
I withdraw my fingers from you and sniff and lick them as you look on horrifically embarrassed. But the musky scent and taste only fan the flames of my desire. And as much as you are shocked, you make no attempt to close your legs. You just lay there with your legs spread and your folds dripping wet with anticipation.
I grab you by the hair and look hard at you telling you I am going to remove your gag, and you are not going to yell out or do anything to draw outside attention, you nod slightly in agreement, and I slide the cloth from your mouth leaving it at your neck and pull out the wadding. You gag and cough now that you can get a full breath of air, your mouth is very dry from the cloth and you try desperately to rewet your lips. I lean down and kiss you hard, crushing my lips to yours bruising your lips on your teeth. You know you should resist, but your body won't offer even a token of resistance now.