I was startled from my sleep...I thought I'd heard a noise.
Lights are all off, all I can hear is the ragged breath escaping from my lips...my eyes open, trying desperately to see into the dark shadows of the corners.
Just as I feel my body begin to relax again, and my eyes drifted closed, my fears assuaged, I feel a leather clad hand come down across my mouth, stifling my outcry.
My eyes fly open in fear as I try to turn towards this...person...man? woman? more than one???
I see the outline of his head as he leans down to me...
"Shhhhhh...don't fight me...shhhh, shhh, shhhh...it's ok, it's ok...stay calm, baby. I won't hurt you. I won't do anything you don't want."
I can actually HEAR the smirk on his lips as he said that last part...I can hear it through the blood pounding through my veins...my eyes still wide open, as though they can even think of closing...
He spoke again, "Do you believe me? Will you trust me?"
He's close to my face. I feel his breathe on my nose as he speaks. I can make out his eyes in the darkness now...they are looking right into my soul...
I feel my fear subsiding as he stares in to my eyes...it's as if he was meant to be there, to have his hand on my mouth, to be inches from my own face in the middle of the night.
I was strangely comforted by the way his mouth formed the very words that should have terrified me.
I nodded my agreement, and I could feel his grip on my mouth loosen a bit.
"okay, that's a good girl..."
He used his left hand to twist the restraints around my wrists, then deftly and swiftly changed hands to tighten them, his eyes never leaving mine as he did.
I gasped as he cinched them tighter..."Shhhhhh...shhh...there you go..."
He clipped them to my headboard, then backed away a bit, pulling my covers away from me as he did.
"Mmmmm...you look so good in your little nightie...pity you won't be able to keep it." And with that, he grabbed it near the breast line and ripped it open, baring my abdomen and breasts to him.
I cried out, but it only seemed to fuel him. He growled from deep in his chest.
"It's ok, baby. I told you I won't hurt you. I won't do anything to you that you don't want me to do."
Somehow, I knew it was true. Somehow, I knew...by the end of it, I'd be begging this man, this veritable stranger, to do all kinds of wicked and lustful things to me...and I knew in my gut, that he would keep his word. He would not hurt me.
As he removed his gloves, and his large, strong hands met my skin, I was lost in this exciting new world he had brought to my bedroom.
As I lay in the darkness, as still as I could, he produced a long strip of cloth. He whispered, "You just lay still while I put this on you."
He reached behind my head with it and brought it around, over my eyes, shutting out what little I could see in the dark room.
I could hear only his breathing and feel the slightest of touches as his lips grazed my skin...on the left side of my face, then down to my navel...next on my thigh...now he's up near my shoulder...it was agonizingly sexy and nerve wracking. I never knew where he'd be next...until I felt the slight pressure from his lips, not quite a kiss, but almost.
I tried hard to keep my breathing steady, but my body betrayed me, and soft moans escaped my mouth as his whiskers scraped across my right breast, my nipple straining upward as if trying to touch it's tormentor.
"Ahhh, you like that?" he groaned as his mouth covered my nipple. He sucked it into the warmth of his lips then inhaled sharply, causing the air to rush past his lips, over the warm, wet skin of my breast...I gasped.
He clamped his teeth down on the hard bud and rolled it between them.
I moaned aloud and he whispered, "There you go...good girl...let yourself enjoy it."
His hand was roaming along my body. Goosebumps rose up to greet his fingertips along every line, every curve, every dip and mound he could find.
I was no longer scared, only excited.
My scent was rising into the night air...I was heady from the aroma already...I knew the signs, but he was just beginning to learn them...the way my thighs twitch when I clench...the way my head tilts back and my mouth opens slightly when he slides his fingers along my side...
He would know the signals soon enough.
