Erotica: Intruder

He walked right in. He was glad the door was unlocked. He didn’t knock, just walked right in like he owned the place. He made sure to lock the door behind him, though. He marched down the hall to the living room quietly, but directly. He didn’t care if she ran or tried to escape. He didn’t care if she screamed. He had wanted to do this for a long time, now, and he knew she wanted it, too.

He reached the living room, but it was empty. The television was on, but no one was there. Where is she, he wondered. As if in answer to his thoughts he heard something get knocked over in the kitchen behind him. He chuckled. She had no idea who was in the house and had probably gone to the kitchen to grab one of the kitchen knives.

She poked her head around the kitchen door peering into the living room, trying to adjust to the subdued lighting. She could still see his shadow, sitting on the couch in front of the television. Maybe he didn’t hear me, she thought. She couldn’t make out whether or not she knew him but didn’t want to take any chances. Whoever he was was in her home uninvited.

“Get out of my house, before I make you,” she stated courageously while entering the living room. He didn’t move. She started to get a sudden urge to run, but curiosity got the better of her. She quietly walked closer to the shadow sitting on her couch. By the time she realized she had been talking to a pile of creatively stacked couch cushions she felt strong arms grab hold of her.

He quickly disarmed her and dragged her towards the stairs that lead up to the 2nd floor and the bedroom. She yelled at him to let her go and tried unsuccessfully to escape his grip.

The minute he started up the stairs she realized what he was planning. Her squirming and protests increased significantly.

He reached the bedroom. As he pulled her into the bedroom he closed the door behind them both and locked the door. There was no phone in the bedroom and being the middle of winter he didn’t figure the woman would be too swift to jump out the window.

The dresser was close to the bedroom door so he was at no risk to rummage through it without her in his grasp. He released her and searched through the top drawer until he found what he was looking for.

She went and stood in the corner of the room, contemplating what her next move could be. She couldn’t think of anything. He was bigger and stronger than her. He was probably faster too. As he turned and began to approach her, she made a dash over the bed and towards the bedroom door. Unfortunately, she wasn’t quick enough, and before she even had a chance to touch the doorknob, he had her by the waist.

“No, no, no. Let me go!” she shouted, as she used her hands to try to peel his iron grip apart.

He ignored her and brought her to the bed. He forced her onto her back, pinning each of her arms down with one leg on either, as he tied one and then the other to the head of the bed with the silk scarves he’d retrieved from the dresser. Once he was certain that the rope was secure, he turned his focus on her legs. He tied her ankles to the bar across the bottom of the bed that ran from one bed post to the other. He wanted her restricted but not completely uncomfortable.

Once she was secured, he leant down and whispered, “Do you want me to stop? If so, you know what to say right?”

She nodded looking him straight in the eyes.

Once he received the confirmation he needed, he knew only one word would halt any and all further actions, and gave him complete freedom to do as he pleased. He pulled her shirt up above her head. Then, he did the same with the sports bra she was wearing. Once he had her upper have completely naked he undid one ankle and pulled her sweatpants off the one leg and all the way to her ankle on the other, and then retied her ankle to the bed. He was somewhat surprised to realize she wasn’t wearing any panties, but kept any such emotion hidden.

Laying there in the bed naked, restricted, and completely vulnerable, he could see the fear and anxiousness in her eyes. He loved that look. He returned to the dresser and retrieved a blindfold. He placed it over her eyes and then sat in a chair only a few feet from the bed, gazing at her gorgeous body.

“What are you doing?” she asked timidly.

“Starring at your gorgeous body,” he replied.

She blushed and felt herself getting even wetter. She actually enjoyed this. She couldn’t believe how much she loved it. She could deny it, but her body would let her know she was lying.

He got up quietly from the chair and walked around the bed. He removed his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He crawled onto the bed and straddled her. He gently lowered his mouth to her neck and planted a number of kisses behind her ear. Then, he bit down gently and she let out a moan.

She loved every second of this. She could feel his warm breath against her neck and it sent shivers through her body. She felt him trail soft kisses across her collar bone and then between her breasts. She inhaled a short sharp breath. She felt his hands grasp her breasts firmly but gently and then felt his thumbs circle her areoles simultaneously. She knew her nipples were already hard from being released from under the warmth of her clothing, but felt as though they were hardening even more now.

He lowered his mouth to her breast and swirled his tongue around her nipple. He sucked on it gently. Then he drew it gently between his teeth and pulled lightly. He focussed his attention on the other breast next, repeating the action of circling his tongue around the nipple and then sucking on it. He drew it gently between his teeth and pulled lightly.

She felt a surge of desire run through her body as he took each breast in his mouth. She wanted to run her hands through his hair or rake her nails over his back. She just needed to touch him. All her other senses seemed to be extra keen without her sight. Her breathing had become quite hastened and her heart was pounding in her chest.

As he continued to lavish her breasts with his mouth he slowly moved his hand down her torso and between her legs. He ran his fingers along the inside of her thighs at first. Then he ran his fingers over the top of her thighs and up to the wetness between them. The closer he got to her pussy the louder she began to moan. He pushed two fingers inside the warmth and teased her some with an in and out motion. He used his thumb to play with her clit as he did this.

She was trying to move her hips in sync with his fingers, but the restraints wouldn’t allow for that much movement. She wanted more but she didn’t want to demand it.

He couldn’t tease anymore. He wanted to taste her, needed to taste her. He removed his fingers and lowered himself between her open thighs. Her scent was intoxicating and he wanted to taste her cum. He wanted to hear her scream for release. He lowered his mouth to her opening and took a long slow lick.

She felt like she was about to explode but knew he was going to torment her with a slow climax and a hard release. She inhaled a sharp breath when his tongue entered her warmth. As his tongue found her hard clit, he flicked it and sucked on it, making her want to beg him to stop. The mixture of pleasure and light pain was too much. Then, as he was licking and sucking her sensitive clit, he quickly forced two fingers inside her pussy again and began to pump them in and out, hard and fast. That was too much, she couldn’t hold on to the edge anymore.

As she climaxed he could feel her pussy spasm around his fingers. He felt her body arch as much as she could, and the muffled scream that escaped her lips was like a drug. For a moment he had to focus so as not to lose himself in her pleasure.

As she returned to Earth she quietly asked, “Please, let me taste you.”

He didn’t need her to say anymore. He quickly removed his jeans releasing his hard, throbbing cock. Then, he lowered himself into her warm, wet, open mouth.

She took him eagerly. Her soft mouth surrounded him and her lips ran up and down his cock as she sucked him hard. She flicked her tongue as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She could feel him hardening even more as she continued to enjoy every inch of him.

He had to withdraw, he wanted all of her and if he continued to let her go, he’d have to wait. He didn’t want to wait any longer. He slid down until his hardness was firmly pressed against her middle. Then he lowered his mouth to her neck again and reached one hand around to the nape of her neck. He simultaneously bit into her neck and pulled on the hair at the nape of her neck as he used his other hand to insert his cock into her soaking pussy.

He could feel her become absolutely still as any movement may have made the subtle pain less bearable. He felt her pussy clench his cock tightly, though. He fucked her hard and fast. He wanted to cum in her. He wanted to climax and he wanted to feel her climax with him inside. He was close to the edge, barely holding on. Then, he heard her gasp and felt her pussy spasm around his cock. God, she could squeeze him so tight. As she screamed out in pleasure he let go of the edge and released himself with his own powerful climax, thrusting hard a few more times with some masculine grunts of his own.

He laid on the bed, as they both returned to reality. The only sound was that of laboured breathing, slowly steadying.

Soon she heard him moving. He was untying her ankles and then her wrists. He slowly removed the blindfold, smiling at her as she opened her eyes. He lay back down on the bed. She placed her head on his chest and slowly fell asleep to the sound of his beating heart.

As she slept on his chest, he slowly nodded off to the thought of how lucky he was to be married to such an extraordinary woman.