In the Darkness of the Night
In the Darkness of the Night The night air was hot, sweltering like a lovers caress. Clothes sticking to the skin even the faint breeze hot and sticky. The simple sounds of crickets as they chirp out their melody blending in with the hooting of owls screeching through the air to mix with the echo of other night creatures as they call through the night. The resounding slam of a screen door as Reyla enters the house quietly peeling her clothes from her body, flicking the fan on to cool her skin that glistens from work and the awful heat, her thoughts on one thing and one thing only, a cold shower. Dropping her uniform on the floor she makes her way up the stairs thinking she's all alone yet mysterious eyes watch her from the shadows. The stranger watches from the shadows, his hands itching to touch, settling his booty down on the floor he follows her with his eyes until she disappears up the stairs, he waits until he hears the shower turn on. Silently he moves up the stairs, creeping to observe her, he watches her bend over the tub to adjust the water temperatures. Standing up Reyla sighs softly as she turns her cd player on to some soothing romantic music, the sounds of sultry eases through her. She rolls her head back and forth trying to ease out the tension in her neck, her hands moving to the small of her back she arches her full breasts thrusting forward. His blue eyes sparkle, his hands itching just the site of this woman making his mouth water. Stepping into the shower Reyla pulls the shower door closed, he can see her silhouette in through the glass almost moaning as he watches her soap her body her hands moving across her rounded full breasts, tweaking her nipples, flowing across her taut belly, then down her legs and back up as she washes her cunt.. She hums along with the cd, not knowing she is being watched by a stranger. As she turns the shower off he backs into a room to blend in with the shadows not wishing to be caught just yet. Wrapping a big fuzzy towel around her she crosses to her bedroom, yanking down the sheets then drops the towel to the floor, digging in her dresser drawer she pulls out a soft cotton night gown that hits mid thigh then slips into a pair of simple white cotton panties before crawling beneath cool sheets. Rolling to her side she tucks the pillow beneath her head then falls into a light sleep. The stranger moves to the door to watch her then he moves further inside as she falls into a deeper slumber... Carefully he ties first her hands to her bed, then drags the sheet slowly down her body watching her body respond naturally to being bound, her legs twisting, making the night shirt twist about her body that begins arching yet not waking up. He strokes a finger along her thigh carefully then ties her feet spreading her open... wide apart for His pleasure. He watches her with the instinct of the hunter who has found His prey. Taking a blindfold he covers her eyes then he presses his fingers around her throat giving her a shake "Bitch wake up" she gasps and shudders as she comes awake slowly then more aware as she begins to tug at the bindings realizing she is caught. Her body bucks and bows up off of the bed as she tries to cry out for help, the minute her mouth is opened a gag is shoved in her mouth. "Shut up and listen if you do not scream I will remove that in a minute... I'm going to use you, you will be my whore for the night" Reaching down the stranger pinches her nipple "I may fuck you I may not, you will be pleasured and if you cooperate girl, I won't hurt you...” Pinches her other nipple "To bad that is" He grins as her body responds against her struggles. Her wide dark eyes full of innocence and shyness widen even more as he sets his bag on the bed beside her; he straddles her body then digs inside the back. Pulling out a long wicked knife the moonlight flickering off the long blade, he turns it so she can see exactly what he holds. One hand lowers to her throat, pressing his fingers against her windpipe his voice strong yet whispered, "Do not move pet, I do not wish to cut my prize tonight" With a deft movement He places the blade to her throat as she shudders beneath Him, he smiles in sadistic delight smelling her fear, sensing it. The knife blade caresses the swell of her throat, dragging down to capture the thin cotton top, she hears the faint sound of fabric ripping as the blade slashes through it. He pushes it from her breasts exposing her beautiful full cleavage to his view. Whistling in appreciation he puts the knife back in the bag then allows both hands to cup and mold her breasts into his large hands.