Lucian and I had been friends for years. Not the sexual on and off relationship... just friends. We grew up together so I had never really thought of him as anything else. Don't get me wrong, he is fucking hot. My female friends always wanting me to hook them up with him, yet he never gets past one date.
So another year added to our friendship and like clockwork I am on guard for his latest trick. Every year we try to out do each other. Last year I got him. The boys at his office are still talking about that stripper.
Well this year it looks like I am safe. He had to fly out of town for his company and wouldn't be back until the 4th. Way too late to get me for our little annual contest. No big deal I needed a break from last year.
I wake up on April first and roll over to hit snooze, pausing just before my hand hits it I decide that I should get up any way. Even with him out of town does not make it safe. Tossing the covers back and turning off the alarm I slide from bed and head to the shower.
Standing in the hot shower allowing the water to assault my skin, I ca almost feel him behind me. His naked form pressed against my back. I sigh as I daydream being held in his arms. Shaking myself out of that little thought before it gets carried away I turn off the water and exit the shower.
As I am getting ready for work I am looking at everything suspiciously like he hid something in my house. He was good, I will give him that. Even if he didn't do anything he would have me paranoid all day.
The day went by without an incident. He called me twice just to check up on me and laugh at me for how jumpy I was.
"Relax, I'm not even there. Consider this year a gift, a reprieve before I get you next year. Enjoy it while you can." He chuckled and hung up with me.
Still something wasn't right. I could feel it. Its like I was missing something. In this age of cell phones I couldn't even check where he had called from. But I did verify that he flew out yesterday. I shouldn't be this jumpy. I really shouldn't.
Once home I began to relax more. The day was almost over and the end was in sight. I stripped from my work clothes and put on one of my huge baggy white button up shirts. I stretched out on the couch after dinner and flipped through the channels.
Soon I was dozing on the couch. I'm not even sure of what time it was or the last thing I had seen on the TV. I heard a soft click of my front door being unlocked but didn't think anything of it. The warmth of my dreams and only two people having keys to my house, it didn't matter. What happened next jolted me to life.
I was on my side on the couch but then I was face first on the floor, my hands pulled roughly behind my back and secured. Before I could scream I found a gag in my mouth and then my eyes covered.
Trembling as tears spilled free and soaked the bandana, the rough hands lifted me from the floor and threw me on the couch. It was a male by his strength, and definitely by his touch.
I was in full panic, chewing on the gag in my mouth unable to see anything. I heard him turn up the television set a few more notches and the front door again clicked shut and locked. I didn't know what to do, my hands twisting restlessly in the binds as I began to feel for my cell phone that I kept beside me at all times. Just as I flipped it open it was tugged from me and thrown across the room.
A sharp smack resounded as I saw stars. The side of my face burning. Gasping back the tears I slump on the couch, my mind resigned for the moment not to cause him any more anger.
He fisted the front of my shirt and pulled me upright. He leaned forward I could feel his breathe on my cheek as he whispered low and menacingly.
"Be a good little girl and do as your told, and you will be fine. Do you understand?" I nodded softly biting back a whimper. He then removed the gag from my mouth and before I registered what was happening he was kissing me. His tongue tasting and probing forcefully like I was his.
As quick as it had started the kiss was over. My heart dropped in my stomach. Something seemed familiar, but in the fear I couldn't register it. His hand grasped my hair and tugged my head back, I cried out softly as the sharp pain shot through my body. My mouth then taken. He pulled me forward and began to fuck my mouth.
