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After finishing over time at work, it was late, around 10:30 P.M..You were so glad it was finally over. It was rough, but you really needed that extra money.
You jumped in your car and turned on the radio so you wouldn't fall asleep at wheel. Your favorite song was on making a small smile come to your face.
Finally, you get home. You rubbed your eyes and quickly turned off the car. Its darker than usual. You wince and look behind you. One of the light poles are out across the street. You sigh and hurriedly get out of the car and speed walk to the front door.
You use your cellphone for light to find the right key. It almost feels like your trying to defuse a bomb within those few seconds before finding the right key.
You can't stand the dark sometimes.
You hurry up and get inside, locking the door quickly. Its almost as dark as was outside. Wasting no time to turn on the light, you drop your bag and flip the switch next to the door on the wall.
"That's better..." You mumble, leaving your bag by the door. You put your cellphone on the counter and go to the kitchen for a drink of water. After that, you turn off the light and go upstairs to take a shower and go to sleep. You enter your bedroom and again flip a switch to get some light. Your bed is a mess, but other than that everything is pretty neat.
For once.
You take off your clothes. When you start to undo your bra you hear a small, strange noise. Like something hit the wall. It spooks you and you look towards your bedroom closet.
You hear a scraping sound on your window and realize it was the tree outside. It keeps making that sound, its windy. Its probably going to rain soon.
You totally forget about the closet.
Your bra drops to the floor. You momentarily embrace the relief of the freedom of your chest and do a silly little jiggle.
You shimmy out of your panties and walk to your bathroom to take a shower.
You don't realize how grimy you feel until the water touches your skin. It feels like the best shower you have ever took. You feel like staying in there forever, but you don't need a higher water bill right now.
You get out and dry off and then brush your teeth. Feeling way to lazy to bother, you don't bother to put on anything and dive into your mattress.
You forget about the light and fall asleep within minutes.
Your closet door opens without a sound. A tall, dark looming figure comes out. Stealthy, like they are the embodiment of a shadow.
Piercing, blue eyes analyze your sleeping body. A red leather gloved hand reaches out to your ankle, hesitantly before being brought back. They slowly stalk around the bed, looking down to inspect your face. Behind the mask they wear, their mouth twitches, ever so slightly in anticipation.
They go back towards the foot of bed and reach out again, slowly. A finger traces up your bottom of your foot to your ankle.
The hand goes a little further and glides sensually up. They move around to the side of the bed to make it easier to continue without waking you up.
Their hand goes up to your thigh and stays there. They take a deep breath as they gently squeeze your flesh. You move in your sleep, snuggling into the sheets.
They remove their hand, eyes gazing at the back of your head for a moment as you stop moving again. They remove their red glove and put it on the nightstand that's close by. They rest a warm hand on your back and glide it up to the back of your neck. Fingers barely touch the strands of your hair.
You stir in your sleep and wake up. As drowsy as you are, you realize someone is touching you. Your body stills when you feel the hand on back of your neck. You shriek and roll off the bed.
You are thankful for the carpet you usually claim to hate when you hit the floor face first. As you try to move, you hit your head on the night stand in your haste. "Fuck!" You hiss and turn your head to look up.
You hold the side of your head as it throbs with almost dull pain. You soon realize how totally exposed you are to who ever this is. You close your legs and back up against the night stand, focusing on them.
Its a guy.
A menacing looking one.
Hes tall, and blonde with a black mask that covers most of his face. Broad shoulders, and a fitting black matte armored suit with a red star on his chest. And his body was an impressive sight.
It would have been enjoyable if not for the circumstances.
You hardly catch his eyes flicker from your crotch to your face.
"Please don't hurt me!" Your is heart trying its best to beat out of your chest when he starts to come closer.
"What do you want..!?" You ask in a small voice, scared as hell. The blonde man remains quiet as you try to make yourself smaller.
Stoic blue eyes stare down at you and you stare back, trembling.
In a flash he has a knife in his hand. Before you can make another sound, he uses his other hand and brings a finger to where his mouth is behind the mask.
You nod in understanding. He wants you compliant or bad things will happen.
He slips his knife back onto the side of his muscular thigh. That's when you see the gun on his hip. And you feel your heart skip a beat.
He then crotches down to your level and reaches up, guiding both his hands to the back of his head to take off his mask. He is keeping eye contact with you the entire time and its really hard to keep it on your end.
They say that the eyes are windows to one's soul, but you can't read his. They don't hold anything that you can see. He has the eyes of a predator.
The mask comes off and your eyes widen slightly. His face is gorgeous. One of the most gorgeous faces you've ever seen. People like you don't get this close to such a gorgeous face.
"Come here, please." His voice is smooth, accented with Russian, but not strongly so.
You blink, hearing him but not comprehending. "Uh, um--"
"Come over to me."
You hesitantly go towards him on your knees while covering your breasts. You already knew what was going to happen.
He was going to rape and brutally murder you.
You never thought it'd happen to you. There was so much you still wanted to do.
But it was strange that he hadn't attacked you yet. He could have done anything before you had woken up.
You got within arms reach and he just scanned your body. You watched him as he did so, perplexed and frightened.
His eyes met yours again. "I'm not going to hurt you. Remove your arms." He says, evenly.
You reluctantly put your arms at your sides. You immediately feel the urge to cover your breasts when his eyes start to boring into them. Even if he's good looking, this is still unnerving.
"Can I touch them?" He asks, looking at you.
Its odd that he's asking. It'd be stupid to say no.
"Yes..."
He takes off his other glove and carelessly lets it fall to the floor. He gets closer to you, invading what little space you had left. He brushes his knuckles against the curves of your breasts, making you almost want to arch your back.
He grabs them softly and squeezes the mounds in the palms of his hands, with fascination. You arch your back slightly and your heart beat quickens. He uses the tips of his callused thumbs to rub and press against your nipples. They were somewhat hard already from the cold air in your room and felt sensitive to his tender touches.
"Does it feel good?" He asks, sounding unsure, looking up at you. The question sounds genuine. This is strangest position you've ever been in.
"Y-yes..." You say above a whisper, and bite your bottom lip when he experimentally pinches them, teetering on pain.
He lowers his head and takes a bud between his soft, pink lips. He squeezes your other breast and gently takes the one in his mouth between his teeth.
You arch then. Wanting him to do something more. You can't believe this. You must be dreaming.
He bites down, adding more pressure and pulls his head back, making them stretch out somewhat. You let out a whimper and take a chance. You grip his shoulder and run a hand through his soft hair, clasping on and seemingly trying to bury his face in your chest.
He groans and its more of a vibration than a sound. He sucks hard, before letting it go with wet pop. He licks the bud before licking up the valley of your chest. He kisses the base of your throat and goes to attack the other breast.
He watches your face as he sucks your nipple and bites down hard. You bite your bottom lip, trying to deal with the pain and scrape your nails against his suit. You pull at his hair. He moans and takes the pressure off of his bite. He uses his tongue to play with the harden bud, before letting it go and giving it a wet kiss.
You can feel yourself getting more turned on by the second. He moves his face to rest between your neck and shoulder, hot breath warming your skin as he softly pants.
He soon starts kissing up your neck and nibbles the shell of your ear and whispers, "Are you tired?"
You swallow the lump in your throat and try to find an answer to that. He rests a warm and comforting hand on your bare side and combs fingers through your messy hair.
You are tired, but you'd like to deal with the wanton ache between your legs.
"N-no."
You can feel the smile on his pretty boy face.
"You liked it." It more of statement then a question. "What do you want me to do?"
You furrow your brows. Maybe tell me why you are in my house? Get out of my house? Why you are being so considerate? There's a lot of things you could ask, but no. Against all reasonable logic you weren't going to ask any of that.
Right now.
Maybe in the morning. If you're luckily still among the living.
"I want you to eat me out." You say as evenly as you can. You almost died saying that.
He moved away and got up. From where you are you can see the tent in his cargos. You almost change your answer, before he offers you a hand.
You take it and he pulls you up like you weigh nothing at all. He kisses your hand, his eyes cast downward so you can see his beautiful, blonde eye lashes.
Who gave him the right to be so handsome?
He straightens and leads you to the end of the bed. Its kind of hard on wobbly legs, but you make it. You rub your thighs together as he sits on the bed and moves up so that he's laying down as comfortable as possible with his legs over the bed and his feet touching the floor.
"Sit on my face." His voice is demanding and smooth. You lick your lips in anticipation and hesitantly move up his body.
When your warmth is over his mouth, he grabs your thighs, and tugs you downward. You moan as he slowly kisses up your inner thigh to the lips of your heat. He spreads you open and rubs his nose gently on the hood of your clit, groaning. He teases it with the tip of his tongue, lapping at it until its coated with his salvia. You try to grind down, but he holds you in place.
"Not yet." He murmurs, before zeroing in on your clit, lapping at it gently with his tongue. He kisses it and exhales, letting out a moan. A puff of warm breath hits your most sensitive spot, driving you even crazier.
"Please..." You beg, you don't even know his name.
He groans and parts your lips some more, isolating your clit before running his entire tongue on it. He slowly slips a finger inside you and slowly strokes inside you, enjoying the slickness. He applies more pressure to your clit with his tongue and his adds another finger.
His fingers increase the pace and he grabs an ass cheek, squeezing it and pulls you in closer. His blunt finger nails dig into your cheek, almost painfully.
You try your hardest to move your hips. You're so wet his thick fingers move inside you easily, building tension in your abdomen. When he pulls them out, you cry out because of how empty you feel.
He slips all four of his fingers in a second later, up to his knuckles and brutally starts to finger-fuck you into next week. He growls deep in his throat as he tongues at your clit. He uses his mouth like vacuum and sucks at it until your inner thighs start to tremble.
"Oh, fuck. Please-- stop, fuck--" You moan, coming on his tongue, its overwhelming. You want him to stop, but at the same time you don't. You fist a hand in his hair as he continues to stroke you fast and hard with four of his fingers before slowing down and lapping up your juices. He stills his tongue on your clit for about thirty seconds while you ride out your orgasm and your shaking body calms.
You let go of his hair and gingerly crawl from over his face. You lay down on your back and spread your legs open because your clit is way too sensitive. You don't care about modesty right now either.
He sits up and looks at you while he licks his fingers clean. You bite the inside of your cheek feeling like you would go at it again. He makes it worse when he licks your moisture from his lips.
He palms his hard, neglected cock through his pants.
"Do you want me to do anything?" You ask, meekly. You blink your eyes, feeling sleepy. That was the best orgasm you've ever had. It took a lot out of you.
He shook his head. "Tomorrow. You need to sleep." He gets up and tucks you into bed. You don't fight him on it and don't bother to question him about tomorrow.
You make your self comfortable and watch him take off his vest, cargos, and boots. He's going commando and his cock is still stiff, bobbing slightly as he gets in to bed with you. He snuggles next you and pulls you up against him. His hard member is pressed against your stomach as he tangles himself with you.
You moan and it sounds like a whine as your eyes flutter shut.
And you barely hear him. "Sleep now so you'll be ready for me in the morning."
He covers your face in kisses, before he falls asleep himself.