Fantasy Series 1

She came home late that night. It had been a long night and her feet hurt from the constant pressure of walking on them. Another boring night full of rude people and rude chefs and disasters. Another rude customer came in and gave her hell for giving him the wrong side order, she had just about chucked the whole plate at him before regaining composure just in time. Her life was boring. Stuck in a rut, as her friends put it. Nothing new happened, no new man on the scene since the last drop kick, the only type she seemed to attract. Just her and the cat for another lonely Saturday night in front of the TV with repeats of Clueless and Pirates of the Caribbean. Her cat mewled at her and weaved in and out of her legs, rubbing up and purring. The key wouldn’t go in the lock and she cursed the door, the lock, the lock smith, the doormat and finally the key before it finally turned. Pushing the door she discovered it didn’t open. Frustrated she shoved at it with her shoulder, surprised when it gave way and sent her sprawling to the floor in an ungraceful tumble. Instead of bothering to get up, she just kicked the door shut and lay on her stomach, forehead resting on the cool wood and sighed.

A noise.

She raised her head. But saw nothing.

An identical noise.

Turning her head to the side she caught a glimpse of movement and strained to follow it before feeling the weight on her back. It all happened so quickly, she barely had time to react. Two knees settled either side of her body, pinning her arms uselessly to her side. Letting out a surprised yelp she tried to squirm, tried to move her arms, tried to kick him but he sat too far up her back for her legs to reach him. Opening her mouth to scream a large wad of material was shoved in, one large hand keeping it there while she heard the clicks of a tape roll. Seconds later a strip of tape ran from cheek to cheek, sealing the material in uncomfortably. She fought hard not to gag and relax her throat, instead focusing on what her assailant was doing. In one smooth movement he rolled her over, straddling her once more and grabbing her hands, pinning them above her head under one hand in an easy practised motion. She saw no emotion on his face, just one of concentration as he found the end of the duct tape and taped her hands together tight. Satisfied that she was now mostly immobile he got off and picked her up, bending her over his shoulder and walking into her dining room. Knowing where it was as if he were a frequent visitor. Setting her on her back on the table he stood back and watched her sit up, bound hands pulling and tugging to get free. For the first time that night he spoke. Quietly, a deep barely audible voice that made her stay still, mesmerised by his smile
“The only way you’re getting through this is if you do as you told, can you do that?” Her less than logical side nodded in response to his voice that seemed to demand obedience just in it’s sound. Her more logical side cried in outrage at him being in her home and assaulting her.

She shook her head and glared, rolling and slipping off the table, running back towards the front door. He didn’t make a move to stop her, just watched, arms folded as she went. Upon reaching the door she found it locked, how she locked it, but also dead bolted. Looking for the key on the floor she dropped to her knees scrambling for it, frustrated tears building up in her eyes when it was nowhere to be found. She crawled forward till her hands hit a pair of black military boots. She followed the boots up, staring up the pants to the shirt and finally the hand from which dangled her front door keys.
“Looking for something?” she let out a disappointed moan through the gag and sat back down crying.
“If you keep on crying you’ll find that you won’t be able to breath. I don’t think that’s a very smart move, do you?”
She sniffed and shook her head reluctantly. The man was right, there really was no point in going against his will. He seemed to be pretty organised. He extended a hand to her and helped her to her feet, leading her back to her dining table and placing her back on it. Her legs dangled like a small child as she watched him remove his jacket, unzipping it and folding it neatly, putting it on the floor near the table. He looked up at her and moved forward, putting his hand behind her head, on her neck and pulled her towards him. She shuffled forward and stared at his chest, still sniffing and pulling slightly away. His other hand went under her chin to raise it, his eyes searched hers and seemed to find what they were looking for because one hand undid the gag quickly while the other pulled it and the stuffing away. He leaned in and drew her into a kiss. Not hurried but languid, like he had all the time in the world to spend with his property. Like he had no place else to go and no-where else he wanted to be than here with this stranger. In her home.

Her mind raced with hundreds of questions but she ignored them all and much to her own surprise, responded. He stepped between her legs, nudging them open with his hips that met little resistance and tilted his head, dipping his tongue past her lips. At the first point of such intimate contact a rush of heat pooled below her stomach and gave her fresh tingles of goose bumps all over her arms. She let out a small sigh and brushed her tongue against his, revelling in the hot taste as his arms slid round her waist, pulling her to the very edge of the table. Time passed so quickly, one minute they were on the table then suddenly her legs were round his waist, clinging to him hard. At one moment her hands were secured tightly with tape but one look to her left at the kitchen knife and scraps of tape told her he’d already taken care of that. Her arms were round his neck, holding onto him as he kissed her, carrying her up the stairs to her room as if he already knew the blue prints of her house. Laying her gently on the bed he lay on top of her, his weight a reassuring pressure, pressing her breasts to her chests and leaving her slightly breathless. Though that could have been the depth of his kiss, the heat from his mouth radiated around her body and smothered her in a rush of tingles. He kissed her again, his arms either side of her head, supporting the weight of his upper body to hover over her while her legs pulled him down, her arms snaked up around his, feeling him shake slightly with the effort of staying there. Moving one arm above her head, across the bed, his other traced her cheek down to her collarbone and across one breast. The backs of his fingers trailing across her nipple through her work shirt, coaxing it to harden at his touch and tugging at it, rolling it between thumb and forefinger eliciting a moan from her.

He smiled into her mouth, leaning back and continuing to play with her nipple, watching her face with an amused smile. Squeezing her breast and kneading it with his hand he slipped his hand down to the hem of her skirt and leaned back, bringing her up with him, pulling her shirt off. She wriggled her shoulders out of it and lay back on the bed, hair a messy halo round her head as she watched him study her bra intensely. It was only the standard black t-shirt bra, she’s long since given up on wearing sexy underwear since no one else saw it but he seemed totally consumed by it. His hand traced the contours of the bra before he reached into his pocket and retrieved a pen knife. Her pulse raced as a surge of adrenaline flooded her system, he approached her with the knife in a shaking hand and slid it up, beneath the front of her bra. In one sharp tug he cut through it and discarded the whole thing, leaving her topless and breathless on her bed. Discarding the knife he gripped one breast hard, fingers digging into the flesh, he watched her face for her reaction but found one of half lidded pleasure. Holding tighter she winced but sighed after the initial pain leaving a faint smile on her face. He grinned and ran his hand up her thigh feeling where the stockings finished and her warm flesh started. The closer he got the more warmth he found till his finger found the cotton barrier between him and his goal. She shifted a leg a little further away and watched him as he stroked her through the panties, feeling the wetness coat his fingers even though he hadn’t touched her bare yet. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, tasting the sweetness of his trophy before returning it back there, rubbing slowly at her, feeling how her hips rose up to meet him.

He smirked further, the corners of his lips rising before releasing a soft chuckle.
“Well isn’t this interesting. No resistance at all. I’d say my job here was done, wouldn’t you?” he looked at her for her response and she frowned, the skin of her forehead crinkling up as se shook her head.
“No.” she whispered, “Not nearly any where close to being done.”
He smiled, she had been so easy it was hardly worth the effort but pure curiosity (with a side of his libido) lead him to push her panties aside and slide two fingers from her clit down to push into her. She moaned, closing her eyes and giving in to the pleasure as he slid them back and forth within her. He rubbed his thumb against her clit, flicking it with each thrust of his hand and she squirmed beneath him, panting heavily already. He increased the pace, added a finger, testing her and pushed harder expecting some sort of resistance but finding none. With each exhale she whispered “more”, a request he was quite happy to fulfil. Pulling back suddenly he put his fingers to her mouth
“Clean them.” She nodded and opened her mouth, her tongue wrapping round his fingers and licking quickly, suckling one before finishing and smiling. He withdrew his fingers and lay on his back next to her, pulling a pillow beneath his head. He grabbed a hand and placed it at his belt.
“Seems like you know what you’re doing, so get to it.” She shakily rose to her knees and straddled one of his legs, hands fumbling at his belt before quickly passing it and flicking the button open. Already he was hard, she could see that, the zipper released of it’s own accord and she was presented with something that demanded her attention standing tall and away from his body. Her mouth watered and she stroked it several times, wrapping her hands round it and relishing in the firmness, her thumb rubbing his precum round the head of it and wetting it before she dipped her head to lick it. He seized his chance for some control and pushed her open mouth down on him till his cock hit the back of her throat and kept her there. She choked immediately, her gag reflex cutting in and causing her to try and move back but his hands kept her firm and pinned. Her eyes watered and she coughed, her throat muscles constricting and releasing his cock till he left her go for a few seconds, letting her take a breath before doing it again. Under his breath he muttered
“Take it, take it, take it.” To which she conceded and struggled less, he started to slowly fuck her mouth, long hard thrusts that made her jaw sore. Her teeth grazing his cock with each slow thrust, pace getting faster till she placed her hands on his thighs for balance. He felt his muscles tighten and he stopped her suddenly, not wanting to finish his fun so early in the night. That kind of oral activity was a rarity as usually, his victims tended to be gagged and hog tied, most of them too wilful to bend to him. This one however, she seemed to be relishing his company and for that he was quite grateful. He pulled her up to him, letting her straddle him and slipping her legs comfortable either side of his waist. He guided his cock to her entrance and nodded at her, she slid down on it, already dripping wet from his earlier ministrations. Growling with lust at her he sat her down and kept her there, feeling her pulsate around him, she pulled against him, hands on his chest and started to fuck him. Not fast. Not slow. Just a steady easy rhythm, exhaling with each new thrust she moaned on top of him and rocked. He lifted his hips to meet hers and groaned, controlling himself and refusing to let go this early. He wanted to do one thing near the end he knew would push her over the edge but not yet.

Thrusting quickly up into her he dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her down and pushing her away each time. She cried out with the pleasure of feeling full after so long of emptiness and he grunted at her, watching her flushed face with satisfaction. Without warning she cried out hard and squeezed his waist with her legs, bucking against him wild. Within her he felt her muscles ripple rhythmically as she came hard, grinding against him and moaning incomprehensible words. He took advantage of this and pulled out, unsure how much longer he’d last, guiding himself a little further back and with no further sounds plunging up into her ass. She screamed as he put a hand over her mouth and thrust several times hard, feeling her clenching hard around him. She cried, tears of pain rolling down her face but still she moved against him, meeting each thrust. It only took a few deep, quick thrusts in that tight place to push him that step further. Grunting and moaning he spilled into her, she only felt a heat and him clutching at her breasts and thighs, heard him utter a gutteral moan before laying still, panting. She rolled off him and lay on her side, facing away, fingers between her legs toying slowly. Breathing hard he recovered quickly and picked up his knife where he dropped it. Quickly retrieving his pants and pulling his shirt back on he dressed without a hair out of place silently and stood at the doorway, a mere shadow from the hall way light.
“I’ll put the key back under your flower pot till I need it next.”
He left her on the bed writhing under her own touch once more, locking the door behind him as he left and hit the cold streets once more.

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