Jenna Madison is a smart, witty, and very sexy lady. She’s tall and slim with long, flowing red hair. She works at a marketing company that is older than her and up until recently, run solely by men. It was a long and hard struggle to make it to the top, especially without having to sleep with anyone along the way. But she managed it with a lot of hard work and late nights.
So now, at last, Jenna’s observing the prospects in the office, which are practically endless as far as she can tell.
She finally has the respect she deserves. People listen to her when she talks and they jump when she gives an order. Jenna enjoys the power and control she has at the office, but is sure not to abuse it. Power can be a very scary thing if it gets into the wrong hands. Besides, she’s always enjoyed being on the other end of that power.
After spending twelve hours at the office Jenna headed home for the night, looking forward to dinner and a long bath. She enjoyed living alone, relished in the solitude after a busy day at work. Sometimes she did get lonely, but it wasn’t often so she didn’t worry about it much. And she always knew what to do if she got too lonely. There were plenty of men out there for the choosing. Women to, for that matter, but she hasn’t had the guts to try that yet.
Jenna pulled her candy apple red Mustang into her driveway and climbed out. The car had been a bonus to herself after landing a big account and she enjoyed driving it for hours with the top down and the sun on her face, watching the waves crash down along the way. After checking the mail she walked in the house and dropped everything on the coffee table and headed to the backyard to water the roses. She noticed that the French doors were unlocked, but didn’t think twice about it. She had coffee out there that morning and probably forgot to lock them before she left. Two hours later Jenna had the flowers tended to and dinner eaten. The water in the tub was running, filling it with bubbles and French vanilla scented body oil. The candles were making the room glow and Sinotra’s booming voice was filling it. Jenna stood in the middle of the large bathroom and undressed, watching herself in the mirror. She loved the way the black lace bra made her breasts look. Matched with the garter and stockings, she looked incredibly sexy. Bending over she unhooked them and slowly rolled them down one leg then another, watching herself in the mirror; unaware she wasn’t the only one watching. He stood in Jenna’s closet surrounded by her clothes. Rick had often stood in there and watched her but this was the first time he intended to touch her. While she submerged herself in the steamy water, he watched. While she washed her silky skin, he watched. While she lay there sipping her flute of Champaign, he watched, waiting for the right time.
Almost an hour had past when Rick watched her climb out of the tub. Her creamy olive toned skin glistening from the mix of oil and water. He thought about taking her right then, knew he could, but decided to enjoy her like this just a little longer. Soon he would have her wanting like never before. He knew her desires, the way she wanted to be treated, talked to, touched, and teased. On his first day visit last week, he found her journal. She wrote down everything, how she felt, what she wanted in life and what she desired in it. To Rick there has always been a difference. It amazed him that she apparently felt the same way. He studied the book for some time that day, got to know it well. He was delighted that most of the things she enjoyed receiving, he very much enjoyed giving. Rick registered the ache in his groin and thought about the moment he would relieve it on her sweet body. After drying her skin, Jenna stood naked in the room and applied a generous amount of scented lotion. To her, you could never apply too much. When done, she walked past the closet where Rick patently waited and went to her dresser. She was standing with her back to him and he wanted to take her so badly, but Rick’s desire to see what she would put on won the battle, so he waited. But not for long.
Jenna searched for the right item; the one she felt she was in the mood for. A bright smile spread across her face when she saw the flash of red. Her sexiest, and favorite, silk nightgown. It was short…well…everywhere. It was cut low and rode high in all the right places. The bath had gotten her desire rising slightly, especially after shaving her pussy smooth, which always seemed to turn her on. And she planned on making it rise even further, before letting it peak, she thought as she tossed the silk over her body. Jenna looked down at herself, noticed how her full breasts filled the gown. Her pussy began to ache just from looking at herself.
By the time she registered the noise behind her, his hand was in place. Rick covered her mouth with the handkerchief and waited for her to weaken. Just before Jenna drifted off she noted the chemical she was breathing in and the gentle hand resting on her hip. Her last thought was of that hand. Later, he would look back and note how swiftly he got the job done, but for now Rick enjoyed Jenna fully as she lay bound to her bed glowing in the light from the candles he had lit. He had four sets of mink lined cuffs attached to her limbs and then the bed, her nightgown was rising so high up her thighs there was almost no point in her wearing it. Except for the fact that she looked stunning with the dark red silk against her beautiful skin. Her chest was heaving slightly as she slept, the leisurely rise and fall of her breasts mesmerizing him. He wished so badly to see her eyes; he had seen them before, such an amazing color. You could almost call it lavender. Never had Rick seen eyes so striking, but that will have to wait until he feels she is ready. He could hardly wait to see them darken with desire.
Her first conscience thought was how everything felt, how smooth and soft it all seemed. Jenna tried to stir in her satin bed and remembered everything all at once. The fear slowly seeped into her system when she realized she had been blindfolded and bound. Jenna ordered herself to calm down and stay focused, willing the sharp stab of fear out of her mind. She tried to look through the mask some how but all she saw was a few flickers of light. She pulled on her arms, then her legs. Jenna realized whatever it was that was holding her to her own bed was the softest thing she has ever been in contact with. For a short moment, Jenna blocked out the reality of her situation and enjoyed the way her skin felt rubbing the material. That is, until his hand touched her. Her whole body froze. Rick had sat and watched her while she slept sound and awoke slowly. He understood everything she was feeling as she was feeling it. He knew when she remembered, he knew when she became scared and he knew when she forgot. Rick was so caught up in her, he had no idea he had even touched her, until she turned stone solid. He gave her credit for being able to register her mind and body so quickly, but he did not move his hand.
“Hello Jenna” His voice seemed to fill the room as the realization of her circumstances began to fully register.
“Who are you, how do you know my name, what do you want, how did you get in here?” The questions stumbled out with more fear in her voice than she cared to show.
