I opened the door, ran into kitchen, and set the bags down so I could concentrate on deactivating the alarm. Except, the alarm was quiet. I hurried to the touchpad. It wasn’t activated.—As I started to turn around, I was shoved, face first, against the wall while a strong hand painfully ratcheted my right arm up behind my back.
My body shuddered and my heart beat a mile a minute. When he spoke in the baritone voice he’d used at the store, I knew. My AJ’s stalker was in my house. “Hello April. Don’t worry.” He said in the mock cheery voice of someone that had put one over on somebody. “I deactivated the alarm. And the video surveillance.”
Questions ran through my mind. Did he follow me? No he was here and waiting. What does he want—money—sex? “What do you want? This is breaking and entering.”
He laughed sardonically, “Yes it is, and a very nice place it is. What’s it worth? Five million?”
My nose was killing me where he’d pushed it into the wall. My voice cracked and I started to whimper. “If it’s money you want, I only have a couple hundred dollars. I have jewelry too. Just don’t hurt me…please.”
“You’re funny. If I was here to steal something, I could find plenty to steal beside a couple measly hundred and jewelry in a pad like this. The car I saw you pull in the garage is worth a hundred thousand alone. No. I want to bury my cock in that sweet, soft, welcoming pussy of yours…April!”
My heart skipped a beat. I closed my eyes. I knew it, I just knew it.
“That was seven years ago. I’m married now.”
“Yes, I know, for three years to Dr. Herbert Ryan, heart surgeon extraordinaire. What is he twenty-five years older than you? Are you his new trophy wife? Did he run mama off to play house with you? Can’t blame him. It was lust at first sight when I first saw you playing baccarat in the Bellagio in Sin City. And sin you did. You were sinning there weren’t you…April? I mean Mrs. Helen Ryan.”
When I didn’t respond his hand went to my chin and his fingers pressed my cheeks into my teeth. He turned my compressed mouth toward him and kissed me with such force he cut my lower lip. I
was shivering with fear and then his free hand ripped my blouse off. Since I hadn’t worn a bra, the seventy degree temperature my overweight husband insisted on keeping the air conditioning, instantly pebbled my areolas and caused my nipples to jut out.
He turned me slightly to the left so only the right side of my body was pinned against the wall. His left hand wrapped around my hip and unzipped my short cutoffs. I felt chills as he whispered breathily in my ear. “Is that sweet, sweet pussy of yours still bald? Push your shorts down so I can tell.”
While I decided whether to comply, he jerked my arm up even harder, causing me to yelp in pain. His body pushed hard against me, crushing me even harder into the wall. Then I felt it. Bare skin from the head of his rigid cock pressed against the small of my back. Oh. My God. His cock is out.
“I said…push your fucking shorts down…and your panties.” His impatience was obvious. He no longer whispered and spittle flew onto my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you. I have big plans for you. I just want to fuck you. Is that all right?”
I couldn’t collect my thoughts or catch my breath enough to answer so with shaking hands I pushed my shorts and panties down as much as his hold would allow and nodded exaggeratedly.
He lowered my arm slightly. “Thank you. See, it’ll go much easier for you when you follow my instructions. You may even enjoy it.” His hand traveled to my breast and talented fingers teased my nipple in various erogenic manners. I knew I was a sexual person, but it surprised me when despite my fright it felt good. Then he turned me even more and he lowered his mouth to it. The fact that he had sandy blond hair did not escape me, but it was almost lost in the thrill I felt from his wet silky tongue on my hard nipple.
“That’s more like it,” he said with my nub in his mouth. I sighed from his handiwork.
With his hand free, it languorously circled around my waist on a sensual journey to my nether region. I knew the minute those gifted digits touched my clit, I was as good as laid. I inhaled for what seemed like a minute as his hand made its way there.
When he took my swollen clit between his fingers, tendrils of pure need raced through me and the walls of my pussy started to perspire their juices.
I suddenly realized my arousal had eclipsed my fear. In a sultry voice I asked, “Tell me what you want?”
He chuckled. “Getting to you, huh? I remember you were a hot one. Are you ready to get fucked now?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me, please.”
“Fuck me, please, Randy,” he instructed.
“Fuck me, please, Randy.” |
