The Stranger in the Night

She stirred in her sleep, her brain alerting to something, a shift in the room. Half aware, her eyes heavy, she listened. The energy in the room felt different, sinister almost. Eyes still closed, she mentally scanned the room, straining to hear what could be the cause of her disquiet, but there was nothing. Just a thick, still, silence. With a gnawing sense of unease, she settled back into the comfort of her bed, quickly drifting into the blissful ignorance and obliviousness of sleep.

Hours later - or was it mere minutes? Mere seconds? - she awoke again as she felt the mattress dip next to her, the thin sheet slowly moving up her thighs. Disoriented, barely awake, her mind struggled to make sense of what was happening. Who could be in her bed? How did they get in? How long had they been here, watching her sleep? In fear, she simply lay still, hoping this was only a dream.

A hand tentatively caressed her thigh beneath the sheet, surprisingly warm and gentle. She tried not to flinch, cursing herself for falling asleep naked, for being so exposed and vulnerable. The warm hand slid up her curves, stopping briefly at her hip, before continuing up to rest just below her breast. She tried to remain still, pretending to be asleep, as goosebumps began to appear on her skin, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks. Despite her fear and discomfort, she could feel herself becoming aroused, wetness building between her thighs. The hand hesitated for a moment, then slid up her breast until it cupped her, reaching up to grasp her erect nipple and pinching lightly. Before she could stop herself, she gasped as pain shot through her body, causing the hand to rip away from her breast, another slamming over her mouth, a man's face appearing above hers.

"Don't make a sound," he growled, then slowly removed his hand from her mouth, caressing her cheek.

"What are you going to do to me?" she whispered.

"We're going to have a little fun. Be a good girl and you won't get hurt. I promise to take good care of you." The sound of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. Part terror, part exhilaration and apprehension for what this stranger was going to do to her. He reached over and grabbed the top of the sheet, pulling it off of her, exposing her curves to him. She saw him lick his lips at the sight of her naked body.

"Lie on your back and open your legs," he whispered. Afraid of what he might do to her if she disobeyed, she felt herself becoming aroused at the thought of the pleasure he promised. She laid there in nervous anticipation, wondering what he was planning as he took in her nudity. He placed his hand on her thigh, causing goosebumps to rise all over her body. Slowly, he slid his hand up her leg, stopping just before the apex of her thighs, his fingers barely grazing her soft, red pubes, causing her breath to catch in her throat.

"Do you want me to touch you?" he asked. She quickly shook her head, afraid of what that meant, desperately trying to ignore the voice inside her head whispering yes. He moved his fingers slightly, tickling her lips.

"I don't believe you," he whispered. "Your pretty little pussy is so wet." Her heart beat faster. "Let's try this again. And this time," he growled, "tell me the truth or you will be punished."

As an emphasis, he pinched her nipple again, causing her to whimper.

"Do you want me to touch you?" She hesitated. She was terrified. A stranger was in her home, holding her captive. She had no idea what terrible things he could be capable of. But she was also aroused, her body yearning for his touch. She debated how she should respond before finally nodding slightly, a flash of adrenaline shooting through her.

"Good," he whispered. He gently spread her glistening lips, found her clit nestled inside, and began circling it, drawing a small moan from her. She hated how her body was responding to this stranger. She couldn't help but shudder with desire as he continued to massage her clit, the pleasure building in her core. She knew he was watching her every move, getting his own pleasure from her moans and gasps, and from her fear. He bit his lip as he played with her wet pussy, his fingers moving quicker, coaxing another whimper of pleasure from her parted lips, her eyes beginning to roll back, her eyelids fluttering. She was vaguely aware of him rubbing his cock through the front of his jeans. She yearned to reach out and free him from behind his zipper, but was afraid her touch may anger him. She felt herself getting close to a climax, the waves of warmth pulsing over her clit. Her breath became quicker as she neared that wonderful cliff of desire.

"I want to watch you cum. I want to hear how good I make you feel. Are you going to cum for me?" he asked. Her orgasm was building, so close to sending her over the edge. She barely registered the words he said to her, taking a moment before she nodded, breathlessly saying "Yes sir."

He chuckled.

"Good girl. So obedient. Now cum for me." She surrendered herself over to the pleasure between her thighs, her back arching as her climax took over. He plunged his fingers deep inside of her pulsing cunt, causing her to cry out, her body shaking as she came on his hand. As the pleasure slowly settled, he gently removed his fingers from inside her and brought them to his face, his tongue flicking out to taste her juices.

"Mmm... you're delicious," he moaned. She watched him cleaning her off of himself and, almost involuntarily, reached out her hand to caress his still hard cock through his pants. Before she could touch him, he grabbed her wrist.

"Not tonight, baby girl," he said. At this, she started. What was he implying? She was instantly filled again with fear and shame at what she had just allowed him to do to her, at what she had just tried to do to him. He watched her like a wolf eyeing his next meal. After what felt like ages, he finally spoke again. "I kept my promise, now I have one for you." Terrified at what he was going to ask her to do, but strangely excited, she nodded.

"Yes sir," she said quietly. It pleased her to see a smile spread across his face.

"That's my girl," he purred. "I want you to promise me that you will leave a door unlocked for me and sleep with nothing on. I want you to be ready for me next time." He smiled wickedly, making her pulse quicken again and her blood run cold. Her pussy also ached with longing, feeling strangely empty without his fingers inside her. She nodded and he bent down to grab the sheet, slowly pulling it up to cover her. He picked up her hand and placed a tender kiss to the back, then turned and left the room, as silently as he had entered. As she lay there in the quiet dark, she wondered excitedly when she would see him again.