Alicia rested her vibrator on the bedside table, it had barely been an earth moving orgasm, but it would have to do. Should really get new batteries she thought to herself. She had needed release, especially after walking in on her boss and his secretary going at it bent over his desk. It made her so hot, so wet like the storm that had raged only an hour earlier.
Alicia flicked the lamp switch again, power was still out, at least there was some light from the moon shining through the pail curtains. She went over to the door that led onto the deck and flung it open leaving only the screen door. The breeze was refreshing and cooler than it had been earlier, at least now she may be able to sleep. She lay back on and within minutes had drifted off.
Alicia woke with a start, not entirely sure what had disturbed her slumbers. Again she flicked the light switch, power still out. It was still dark outside so she rolled over in an effort to get more sleep. Again she jumped at a sound, this time she was certain she’d heard it. Rolling back onto her back she looked towards the door. Silhouetted against the curtains was the figure of a man.
She tried to scream, but could make no sound, her mouth open but nothing coming out. She was frozen, almost paralysed with fear. The figure opened the door and stepped in side. Again she tried to move but couldn’t, she was stricken with fear she could barely remember to breath. Maybe, just maybe if she stayed still he’d not know she was there and just leave, or steal what he came for and go. Thunder began to rumble outside and the room was lit up by lightening as another storm moved in.
Suddenly a flashlight shining directly into her eyes blinded her. “I’ve been watching you,” he hissed.
Tears started to roll down her cheeks, her eyes trying desperately to focus on his face. She could just barely make out his eyes, the rest of his face covered by a ski mask.
Her fear turned to anger, how dare he invade her home. The anger gave her a new energy. Alicia sat up and took a swing at his head, but he was ready for her and caught her by the wrist. She swung a leg and kicked him on the back of his legs, making his knees buckle. He caught himself and grabbed her other wrist pinning her hands above her head and resting his knee on her squirming body. She began to scream.
“Oohhh feisty one aren’t we? I see you’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” he asked as he removed a set of handcuffs from his pocket.
“Scream all you want sugar, with this storm, no one’s going to hear you” He snapped a cuff around her left wrist; thread it around the metal of her bed head before cuffing her right wrist. With her hands secured he got off her. She writhed around on the bed trying in vain to break through.
“You bastard,” she yelled. He just smirked at her “you’ve got spunk I’ll give you that” He began to pull something else from his pockets, wrapped them around her ankles and tied her feet to the end of the bed. She was no stretched out spread-eagled.
“Now it’s time for fun” he smirked at her. He reached out his hand and slid it over her nightie, over the curve of her breast, down over her stomach to legs.
“Don’t you touch me!” she spat, trying again to free herself from her restraints.
