He peeped inside the window. The warm air inside the room had lured Sinchal to keep the windows open. Night was young. She was sleeping peacefully; part of her blanket was lying aside. She shuffled in her sleep. She was lying on her back with her legs parted slightly and the soft, night pyjamas pulled up, giving a clean outline of her delicate mound. Abhi had been stalking her for a while now. She was a young Assistant Manager in her 20s, working in Corporate Bank. From the day he had laid his eyes on her, it had been more than difficult for him to take her out of his mind. Her beautiful, voluptuous body had drawn him to dare and visit her leased apartment at nights. This is one of his several visits which would start by him following her from her office to the apartment. At times he would linger around till she falls asleep and ogle her as she would sleep innocently in her bed.
He had initiated a casual conversation with her last month in a coffee parlour near her branch. From then on, he had been a regular visitor of the parlour and her branch. Almost everyday Sinchal would come to the parlour with one or two of her colleagues around the lunch time. And almost everyday Abhi would be sitting in a corner, eying the sway of her hips, the flutter of her eyelashes and the curl of her smiling lips. She had clearly declined his uninvited approaches in the past. His several attempts were gone in vain and the failures had just converted his infatuation into possessiveness.
Abhi pushed the window open, climbing in with extreme caution and silence. She did not stir or had any idea that a young male full of lust had entered her room. He stood over the bed running his gaze all over her. It was her tits that intrigued him; soft, full, encased in her pink top and heaving up and down in rhythm. He felt the nipple clamps in his pocket and a twitch in his pants as he adjusted his swelling manhood.
He bent over her, placing one of his hands over her mouth and his other hand pinned her two wrists against the bed.
Sinchal was in a dream, an erotic dream of her mysterious lover taking her with ruthlessness and making her wet with desire. She felt his strong hands gripping her wrists together and held them above her head, his other hand covering her mouth.
She suddenly realized the truth as she slipped to reality and felt warm breath of someone hitting her skin. She opened her eyes trying to adjust to the low light and panicked, feeling the weight of someone on top of her. Sinchal tried to push him away. She couldn't. Though Abhi was in his college yet he was a strongly built young male. He leaned further, "SHHHHH," he whispered and took a deep breath inhaling her womanly aroma and rising fear.
"Don't make a sound hun."
She was struggling to breath. His hand was strongly covering her mouth.
"You don't want me to give you a cut, do you?"
He whispered around her ear, nudging her soft neck.
She shivered in terror. *What does he want!?* But somewhere deep inside she knew the answer.
"I will move my hand if you promise me not to make a sound."
He was continuously licking and kissing her warm neck.
"I have a knife but I don't wanna use it, you know," he lied, nibbling her earlobe, feeling her shudder under him as he mentioned the knife.
She began to nod her head in affirmation and he relaxed his grip on her mouth.
"Good girl," he appreciated in his deep, raspy voice, stroking her head. She could feel his semi hard wood throbbing between them.
"I'm going to tie your hands above your head. Hold still and be a good girl Sinchal," he lashed back seeing her open the mouth in protest.
"Not a word princess," he leaned biting her neck.
Her body was betraying her. She could feel the moisture between her legs. She tried to stop her mind from enjoying the torment.
Sinchal laid there as he tied her hands; the ropes digging deep in her smooth skin. He pulled them and secured them with the headboard. She tugged at the ropes feeling tied and helpless. Her womanhood gushed another stream of juices. *How can she get so wet?*
Her breath was rising with each passing moment as he got back and unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off.
She gulped. He had a nice body, she thought; his strong arms, a clear sign of hours he spent in gym. She saw his chiseled abdomen in the moonlight and couldn't help but rub her thighs together. Her gaze went lower and her mouth went dry as she laid her eyes on the huge bulge in the front of his jeans.
Her rub didn't go unnoticed as Abhi slipped his hands around her thighs. They were rough and demanding. He placed his hands on either side of her waist and leaned forward inhaling and kissing her pyjamas clad thighs; his lips taking liberty to reach between her thighs but teasing and never kissing her love mound.
