His door was closed, and though she could see no light slipping through the crack beneath it, she knew he was probably still awake. Unlike her last foster home, the doors in this house didn't lock, which made her midnight play-dates altogether possible. She push the door open carefully, slowly, spying out the room before it was wide enough to step through.
His computer was off, a surprise even at this hour, and he lay still, facing away from her on his bed. She stepped inside and closed the door quickly but quietly behind her, before stalking to the bedside and jerking back the covers. He didn't move! Could he actually be asleep? His cell phone sat on the bedside table, but she couldn't tell if it had any messages on it.
She walked away from his bed and pulled open the drawer of toys she knew he had, removed the ball-gag harness and bed cuffs, and returned to his bedside. She climbed up, rolled him on his back, straddled his t-shirt-enshrouded chest, and tied his hands up to the bedposts. Careful not to break any of his teeth, she jammed the ball into his mouth and strapped it in place. Finally, she stripped off his pajama bottoms and started to play.
Her cold hands fondled his dick roughly, and soon it was hard and standing tall. Lowering her head, she sniffed at it cautiously, made a face no-one saw, and resigned herself to surrounding it with her mouth. She wasn't very good, but nonetheless had him moaning in short order. His eyelids had fluttered some, but he hadn't woken.
She was growing frustrated, and raked the insides of his thighs with her fingernails, not enough to draw blood, merely to raise lines on his skin.
That got his attention! He tried to bold upright but was jerked back by his shoulders spread between the bedposts. He fell back, eyes still wide and staring, and tried to kick her, but she grabbed his balls and he stopped, understanding the threat. She climbed off the bed and picked up a box cutter off his desk, and shredded his shirt until it could be pulled away from him.
She climbed back on top of him, straddling his hips and teasing his erection against her lips. It throbbed and pulsed against her and she shivvered. She reached up his chest and raked her fingernails down, drawing eight lines that soon started to bleed. He moaned, arching his body and biting into the gag. She bent over, and lapped up the fastest rivulate before it could fall to his bedsheets.
He growled as she sat up again, and she slapped his cheek, hard. He thrust his hips upward suddenly, and his erection slipped between her lips. She shuddered again, and before she could pull away, he started thrusting. Unable to stop her body though her mind tried to rebel against it, she started riding him, allowing it deeper and deeper inside her.
She'd never felt so good, never had a dick inside her though she knew her hymen was long since broken by other means. Her mind tried to pull her away, insisting that even though he was tied down, she was the one being--
"Holy fuck!" Her a dam inside her started breaking and she felt the orgasm start building inside until... he stopped thrusting. She looked down at him in surprise, and despite the ball-gag forcing his mouth open wide, he was still grinning. She reached down to slap him for stopping, but before she could touch him, his dick pulsed inside her and she moaned. He started trhusting again, and she was drawing closer, ever closer... and he stopped again.
This time she slapped him anyways even as he was pulsing inside her. She lifted up her hips to force the thrusting, but his followed hers upward, denying the release. She growled at him and his grin grew wider.
He dropped his hips and she statered lowering hers down only to find his raising again to meet hers. She gasped as his erection penetrated even deeper inside her, not knowing that such a thing was possible.
But then he stopped again. This time, no amount of slapping would get him to start again, to get him to let her finish. She scratched him and hit him, and he would not help.
"What do I have to give you?"
He wiggled his arms.
"No."
He shrugged, even with his arms bound.
"What's to stop you from raping me?"
He rolled his eyes.
She sighed, leaned forward, and uncuffed him. He still didn't move.
"What?"
He rolled his eyes again, pulsed his erection once, and then stared at her.
"Fine, I'll ungag you." She leaned forward again and unhooked to harness. "You could have down that yourself, you know."
He stretched his jaw out, and then grinned again. "Now why would I want to do that if you can do it for me?"
"Is that everything? Can you finish now?" she asked frumpily.
"Finish what?"
She sighed, "Finish raping me."
