After taking a very deep breath, she relaxed some but not as much as she'd hope. She never should have agreed to watch Tristan's house for him. It did not matter they had been best friends all of there lives, and she secretly had the biggest crush on him. His house creepy. Period. No wonder he couldn't find anyone else to watch his house and cat.
The walls were dark, and everything seemed so gothic. The worst part being that he lived in the middle of nowhere. She kept picturing some big strong man coming in and killing her. She'd never be found. It would be all his fault for going on some stupid trip.
"Only one more night" She thought to herself. "Less than 24 hours. I can do this..."
A clanging sound froze her heart. "Is so-som-some-someone there?" Flashing the light on, she was ready to toss her body onto some person breaking in. All of a sudden she wished she'd put more on then that little white tank top and short blue shorts. Thank god she soon found the cat jumped from the chair, knocking over the lamp. No big scary man that was going to kill her.
She cursed Tristan under her breath. Then screamed as the phone rang, "Hello?" she whispered still trying to catch her breath.
"Sarah? It's Tristan. Are you okay?" the phone was breaking up some as he spoke.
"I'm okay. How's the trip?" She gulped.
"Fine, fine. But you are sure you are okay? You seem spooked."
"Yeah, the cat jumped me. No big deal." She signed. Spooked? Oh that was an understatement! She was far beyond spooked.
"Alright... I'll -- bb----oome---- " The phone started to break up more, it was impossible to tell what he was saying.
"Hello? Tristan?"
"SA--arr---a"
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep. The phone went dead. "Peachy, just peachy." After making sure the door was locked, she made a bowl of popcorn and sat back in his big chair to watch a movie. Nine was way to early to go to bed. The stupid cat jumped up and landed on her bare legs, luckily the pain soon soothed from her nails.
She dragged her nearly naked butt up to turn off the TV once the movie was over, and then took her white tank top off and slipping down those nearly nothing blue shorts off. She called to the cat as she walked up the hallway, just in her Victoria Secret panties and bra. As she turned the light off, a cold hard hand grabbed her about the mouth.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" she mentally screamed. This was so not part of the house sitting agreement!
A dark, cold voice whispered in her ear, "Fight and you'll get hurt." His lips landed on her neck, slowly and gently, before biting deep down into her skin. As quick as light he spun her around a forced a kiss. There was passion, needed, and want... and that was not the only part of his body giving off that impression. His hard cock pressed right at her.
"Oh dear god." She slapped him across the face. "I'm not your fuck toy, you sick pig." She kneed him between the legs, making him grunt. Her attempt to be free did not last long, when as soon as she ran a few steps he tossed his body onto her, making them crash onto the cold floor.
Pinning her hands above her head, he laughed at her. He used one hand to hold her, as he kissed her he dragged his fingernails down her side and slowly back up until he moved her bra. Slowly touching her breast as he kissed her, he pinched the nipple hard, making her scream into his mouth. Before sliding down to capture the free pink bud with his lips and slowly suck.
