Dahlia had met him online of all places. Mark was 15 years her senior, handsome, fit, and from what she could see from his photos, loaded. She'd been chatting with him for weeks, and he seemed smart and kind, but that wasn't going to keep her from robbing him blind. It was never hard to reel her victims with her voluptuous body and whip smart attitude, and he was looking like the perfect opportunity. She was a broke college girl, on scholarship at an uppity religious college, her parents were slaves to a strict budget and even stricter religion, and her desire for luxury name brand items wasn't going fulfill itself.
It took her a couple of weeks to convince him that she was just a harmless little college girl, looking for the experienced older man to rock her world. Finally, on a chilly Friday night in December, they met up at a late-night breakfast restaurant, and the chemistry was instantaneous. After a lot of flirting, a lot of alcohol and some heavy petting, she'd woken up warm and comfortable in his king-sized guest bed, ready to put her plan into motion. She felt guilty as she stretched her naked body sinuously against his silk sheets, this was almost too easy, and she hadn't even given him the sex he clearly wanted. Of course, due to her religious upbringing, she'd never given anyone that.
Mark had left early for work that morning, telling her to stay as long as she wanted, that he wouldn't be back until later, but if she wanted to stick around "for dinner", then he certainly wouldn't mind. She climbed out of the warm bed, showered, and dressed herself and began her planning. She had time, so she took it, making note of items that would be easy to move and would fetch the most money in resale value. She backed her truck up into the driveway to make it easier to load, opened her totes in the back for all the smaller things, and began her task.
Dahlia was a beautiful woman, small, but extremely strong for her size. She had her long dark hair sleeked back in a ponytail that reached almost to the middle of her back, high cheekbones, soft full lips and a perfect hourglass figure.
She was sweaty, tired and sitting in the cool air conditioning of his living room, taking a break when she heard Mark pull into the drive. Instantly panicked, Dahlia rocketed up off the couch, heart pounding, and looked around frantically for a way out. Mark was already coming through the front door, face livid, and she was caught, deer in the headlights stuck, watching him stalk toward her. As he reached to grab her, she bolted towards the back door. He swept her legs out from under her, quickly covering her petite form with his heavy body, pinning her to the floor.
"You thieving bitch" he growled in her ear, grabbing and wrapping her arms up behind her back, clenching her slim wrists in one of his huge hands. Fisting his other hand in her long dark hair, he pulled her to her knees and quickly to her feet. Desperate and screeching, she fought him, struggling against his hands holding her captive, feet kicking in an attempt to catch him in the groin or any place that would cause him to release his grip. Infuriated, he let go of her hair, hauled his hand back, and punched her square in the face. She crumpled, out cold, to the floor. He stared, shocked at what he had done for a few moments, before scooping her up in his arms and cursing, hauled her upstairs, tied her tightly to his bed frame, and went to work on unloading and replacing all his valuables back in his home.
She woke groggy and disoriented, her face throbbing in time to her heartbeat where he'd slugged her. She quickly realized she was tightly bound to the bed and gagged with her own dirty socks that she'd been wearing as she was loading the truck. She gagged at the smell and taste of the dirty wet cotton and pulled on her restraints, testing the strength of the ties. They didn't give an inch. Again, her heart was racing as she started to understand the predicament she was in. And then she spotted him. Watching her from a corner with a cold, unfriendly look, was her captor. She shivered and realized that while she was out that he had also stripped her naked, He smirked, stood, and began a slow prowl around the bed.
"So, what do you have to say for yourself you thieving little bitch? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't call the cops and turn your pretty little ass over to them right now."
Dahlia pulled against her restraints again, her muffled pleading barely discernible through the socks that filled her mouth.
Mark chuckled softly. "Guess not much with the way I've trussed you up there, huh?" He walked over to her, his eyes flashing with some emotion that Dahlia didn't recognize. "Promise not to scream, and I'll remove the gag." She nodded quickly, and he ripped the duct tape off of her mouth, the sodden socks coming with it.
She recoiled. The pain of the tape ripping from her lips burned her mouth and brought tears to her eyes. "Please, please don't call the cops, Mark" she begged earnestly. "If you call the cops, they'll arrest me, and I'll lose my scholarship at the college! My parents will disown me!"
"And just how is that my problem?" he said. "You were stealing from me, and for what? Another pretty dress? No, I don't think you being arrested or disowned is my problem at all."
"I'll do anything!" she whimpered, the tears finally spilling onto her pale cheeks.
"Oh, I don't think you really mean that. Anything is a lot to promise when you don't know someone very well," he said, sitting on the side of the bed. He trailed his fingers across the bare skin of her thigh and watched her carefully.
"I mean it Mark. Please. You can do anything to me. Just don't call the cops. I'll make it up to you, I promise," she pleaded. Dahlia was sure she knew just what he wanted of her. He wanted sex, maybe even anal. It'd be a small price to pay to not have to own up to her misdeeds. One or two nights serving him sexually, even though it was not how she'd envisioned she'd lose her virginity, was better than losing her whole future.
Mark watched her face, could practically see the thoughts that were running through her mind. She thought this was going to be easy. A few nights of sex in exchange for her intentions to rob him blind. He almost pitied her naivete. What she thought she was offering him paled in comparison to the things he wanted to do to that sexy body and sharp mind of hers. By the time he was through with her, he was fairly sure she'd be damaged for the rest of her life, which was fine by him, as he didn't think he'd feel like letting her go anytime soon.
"Fine, we'll try it. But I don't want to hear any complaining. You do what I tell you when I tell you to do it," he commanded sternly.
"Okay, no complaining, I promise." she smiled up at him shyly "Thank you!"
"Thank you, Sir" he said.
"Yes, thank you, Sir." Dahlia said softly, confusion flitting across her face. Sir? What was this, the military?
Mark rose from the side of the bed. "First things first, Dahlia. I'm going to video tape your confession to what you did, and what you were planning to do as well. The video cameras that I've installed around the house already have you loading your truck with my things, but I want to hear the words straight from the horse's mouth, as they say." Mark walked to the closet and began pulling his video equipment out and setting it up in front of the bed.
"Naked?" she said, incredulously.
"However the fuck I want you to do it, Dahlia," he stated, almost matter of factly.
"Oh-h okay," she whispered, for once feeling unsure of herself.
He fiddled with the equipment a little more, making sure the frame captured every inch of her. "Okay, when I give you the signal, I want you to begin. Tell the camera everything."
