Lovely Intruder part 1

I did not hear the click of the lock; nor did I hear his silent entrance into my bedroom. All I heard was a short cough. I sprang up in my bed, letting my eyes adjust to the hypothesizing darkness. I sat there for a few minutes, sharply turning my head at every creak in the room only to find out it was the house creaking; my house was old. I swore I saw an almost invisible figure in the dark and I got up to investigate. Thank god that when I turned on the light I found it only to be a coat hung on one of the posts of my bed. Wait a second, that wasn’t my coat. That was a man’s coat!

“Keep quiet my love and I will not harm you,” the deep voice cooed into my ear as his hand had come around and pressed firmly over my mouth. He gently bit my earlobe and said, “Understand?” I nodded my head in response. What was going on? Who was this man? And how on earth did he get into my house without my puppy barking? She barked if a grasshopper stared too long at her. I didn’t have time to answer these questions before he spoke again.

“I’m going to let you go and you’re going to walk over to the bed like a good little girl and tie these over your mouth and eyes, okay?” I nodded in compliance. He let me go and handed me two scarves; my own, I recognized them as. How long had he been in my house? I tried to turn and face my visitor, but was only turned away with a harsh slap on my cheek. His strong force had flung me to the floor, face down, and I tried to blink out the tears burning in my eyes as the fire in my cheek only got worse. He got on one knee beside me and pulled my head up by my hair.

“Don’t make me do that again. I do hate hurting you…” He trailed off as he let go of my hair. This guy had me very confused. What the fuck was he here for if not to hurt me? Or fuck me I suppose…

“Get up,” he instructed, and I followed his directions; too afraid not to. My bottom lip trembled as I slowly got up – I had never been slapped before and never thought I would be, especially by a man. I tied one of the scarves over my eyes and tied the other one around my head so it was rolled up and put into my mouth.

“No, tighter. I don’t want them coming loose.” He walked behind me and tightened the one that I was tying (the one in my mouth) and pulled it as tight as he could. My mouth was jerked wide open to accept the force pulling my jaws apart. I whimpered and I felt a sharp pain on my ass. “Stop being such a bad girl or your ordeal will get worse,” he said firmly. His voice was no longer gentle and his touches were rushed and mostly painful; I had upset him.

I heard him walk around me and I felt his eyes burning into my flesh: I was only clothed in a spaghetti strap top and some very short shorts that went up well past my inner thigh. In fact, when I bent over, I felt a cool breeze on my ass. He apparently approved.

“Dress just for me, darling?” I lowered my head in shame as I was given another command. “Put your hands together behind your back and lock your elbows. I want those tits pushed forward towards me.” When I couldn’t bring myself to do the asked task, he pushed me backwards with enough force to knock me over; I didn’t realize how uncoordinated I was blindfolded. Thankfully, I was still standing in front of my bed and I just fell onto the soft cushion of my bedspread. He leaned over to me and took the scarf out of my mouth and the other one from over my eyes. Apparently he had changed his mind about how to restrain me. He stood up again and looked down at me, looking up at him with fear showing in my eyes.

“No, no, that won’t do. I want you up and leaning over the bed – pleasure will come later, but pain first. You’ve been a very bad girl. Bad girls deserve to be punished, do they not?” he asked me, I didn’t respond, still so scared of him and his obvious control and power over me. “I asked you a question!” he spat at me.

“Y-y-yes,” I mustered up in reply.

“Yes what?” he asked.

“Yes, bad girls deserve to be punished,” I said; my embarrassment showing in my flustered cheeks.

“And have you been a bad girl?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?