Home Invasion Becomes

[DomG]

He had known for some time that it was wrong to find her attractive, he was eleven years older then her and had known her since she was a child, when she had been hitting puberty he had been in college getting ready to graduate, when she had been in high school he had been going to law school now that she had was starting college his career as a criminal defense lawyer was just kicking off, he apparently had a natural affinity for it and though he was young and still not being trusted to handle cases entirely on his own he knew it was only a matter of time until he was able to make a real name for himself as the rising star of the firm. It might take years but he had his eyes on a corner office, a Vice Presidency... but that was something he wanted in the far off future while in the present there was something else he wanted, he wanted her, he wanted his kid sisters best friend.

Honestly Micheal Delaney didn't know when it had started, he remembered when he was still living at home she had been the cute friend of his sister who hung around a lot and was occasionally underfoot when she would stay the night. He vividly remembered one particular night when he had been back from school for the holiday season, she had been staying the night and through the thin walls between his room and his sister's he had heard the ten year old girls playing truth or dare... had heard her confess that she had a crush on him. It had been sometime after that when he realized that he cared about her... when he would visit home she would be there almost every time, always having grown more attractive then before and somewhere along the way he had become intensely attracted to her. The only problem, aside from the difference in age which he didn't see as a problem at all, was the fact that she already had someone in her life, that so sweet it was sickening guy that she called her boyfriend.

On the surface Micheal couldn't really see anything wrong with him, he seemed like the perfect guy for someone as sweet as her, he was friendly, courteous, always on his best behavior in public to the point that Micheal could barely remember seeing them share anything more then the most chaste of kisses in public, in other words he was practically a character out of a family friendly television show. Honestly it had been a shock to Micheal to find out that they would be sharing an apartment when they went to college, a shock made even worse because when she had been accepted to the University in the same city where he worked he had helped her find an apartment near campus that was within her price range.

That in particular disgusted him, it was a one bedroom apartment just a five minute drive from where he lived and to think that he was sleeping in the same bed as her every night, the things they might be doing so close to where he lived, he would be a fumbling inexperienced child who left her unfulfilled night after night with his feeble attempts.

He saw them quite often, his sister was in school in another state but her parents had asked him to check in on her for them, a favor which he was always happy to preform as a friend of the family. He even had a key to the apartment in case he should ever need to stop by, though most of the time when he went by to see how she was doing he didn't need the key, when her BOYfriend was in class at night she she didn't lock the door in case she fell asleep and he forgot his key, no matter how many times Micheal warned her about how dangerous that was she never seemed to listen to him and insisted she would be alright.

Tonight however she would be learning just how wrong she really was about that, tonight her boyfriend had two classes while she didn't have any which meant she would be home alone practically all night long, alone and defenseless, all ready for him to just stop by and visit her... though it would hardly be your normal visit from him, this would be unannounced, unexpected, and most importantly anonymous with the help of a mask made of black leather and latex that left his entire fact covered with the exception of his mouth, chin and eyes... something that might not look out of place on a supervillian in a summer block buster film.

He had bought the mask a few years before, there was a club that he had been used to when he had started to work at the law firm, an underground BDSM club that he had become a part of, where those who wanted to could enter while wearing a mask that was unique to them, allowing you to remain anonymous but also having recognizable features for when you interacted with the other people at the club... that same mask would serve him very well that night or any other night that might follow.

It was just shy of seven o'clock, the sun was just starting to set and now she was home with her boyfriend having just left for his first of the two classes, classes that would keep him out for at least four hours. Micheal had watched him leave from across the street in a coffee shop before going to his car to change into the proper gear, his mask on and a nice suit that went with it, the sort of 'costume' that he would normally wear to the club, and in a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder containing his 'equipment.' With any luck he would have a good amount of time with her that night, he intended to make it last because it might be his only chance to ever have her though he was planning on making it as enjoyable for her as he could, perhaps to show her what her little boy couldn't do.

Moving quickly he got out of his car and made his way up the backstair well of her apartment building, he knew from when he had checked the building out for her that the cameras they had put up were just for show and none of them actually worked, as he made his way up he flicked off the lights in the hall to hide him, though it appeared he didn't have to worry because there was no one around to see him as he reached the third flood and slowly pushed open the door to her apartment, pleased to find it unlocked... with a smile on his face, the only thing visible other then his piercing eyes he made his way in, looking about so that he could grab her the moment he saw her, trusting the thick cement walls to muffle any noise of her cries for help.

 

[Echoes]

Norrah relaxed against the soft feather top mattress, lost to the world around her as she read her book.
Kent would be gone most of the night, and she was pretty bummed about it. It was nights like this where she felt a little paranoid about being left alone in the apartment.
She sighed, and shifted again, suddenly feeling restless.
Something in her blood screaming warning, and made her belly flutter. She bookmarked her page and set the volume on the bed side table, before slipping her feet back over the side of the bed and standing. She ran her hands through the back of her hair, and stretched her lithe arms above her head, exposing her navel for a short second.
With a slight yawn, she headed towards the door, throat parched. She hummed under her breath, and wondered if they still had any apple juice in the refrigerator.
As soon as she stepped out of the room, she felt that uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach again. But the apartment seemed quiet and safe to her eyes, and she chalked the nagging sensation to shot nerves and unfounded paranoia.

 

[DomG]

Even in fine Italian loafers Micheal's feet didn't make a single sound as he slipped into the apartment, ever so gently shutting the door behind him and setting the lock which he had made sure was well oiled when he helped her find this place, after all a well oiled lock moved more smoothly, taking less effort and making a great deal less noise then another lock would be. HE was being cautious even now when he could have her in an instant, not because he was worried about being caught but because he wanted to take her by surprise, because having her reacting to his first touch out of shock and a little fear would make it all the more delicious.

He watched as she moved from the bedroom, freezing in place as she apparently didn't even see him on her way into the kitchen, he saw her stretch, saw the way her body moved and his already hard cock seemed to twitch in his pants with desire for the pleasures that her body could provide. Setting down his bag as carefully as possible he moved into the apartment behind her. Everything about her was driving him wild, he could smell her on the air, the way her hips and ass moved with every step, he knew that someone else had likely already tasted her flesh before him but that didn't matter, before long she would belong to him, he would have her no matter what it took and then she would crave his touch as he showed her what a real man could do instead of what that boy she called her boyfriend was able to think up.

As she moved to the fridge, bending over apparently to find something inside of it he knew that he had found the perfect moment to strike, abandoning his silence he moved in behind her, not caring for noise that might be made or if she noticed as he pressed himself against her, his hardned member only separated from her ass by the clothing they were wearing as he pulled her up against his chest and covered her mouth. “Hello there pet.” He whispered into her ear, his voice unrecognizable and sensual. “I know that right now you are frightened, perhaps considering fighting me or screaming... but don't do either my pet because I have so many things in mind for you and I don't want you to spoil your own fun.” Her body, would be a finely tuned instrument under his fingers.

 

[Echoes]

Norrah's body froze, and stiffened. Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest.
It was hard to believe, but she was being pressed against someone's chest, and hard cock. The intruder had pressed his hand to her mouth, effectively muffling any attempts to scream.
She thought of fighting, and jerked away momentarily. But there was something about his voice, the way he called her pet, the way he claimed fun.
Oh, she knew what he meant by fun. She wasn't quite as naive as everyone thought she was. She had perfectly womanly desires... Though no way to explore them outside of masturbation.
Kent had been raised in a good, Christian family, and firmly believed in abstaining from intercourse until marriage. So, needless to say... They had gotten no where beyond soft, sweet kisses on the lips, cuddling and hand holding.
Sometimes she found herself so frustrated by the tedious nature of it all. Her body cried out for attention that he wouldn't give her.
She had no where to begin though, as she had absolutely no experience in that department.
But here was this man, who had so easily snuck into her apartment, promising all that and more? She shuddered against him, painfully aware of his arousal. His hard length against her caused heat to coil between her legs, the promise of his seductive voice made her throat go dry.
No. She couldn't let him take her like this. She didn't know who he was. Then there was Kent, he was such a nice guy, even if he wasn't ready to have sex with her, it wouldn't be right to let someone she had just met -and through home invasion none the less- lay her out and claim her.
She had to think of how to escape. As it was, she hadn't even turned around to face him. She didn't know if he was a big guy, or if he had a weapon. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she strengthened her resolve, and turned around to face him.
He was wearing a strange mask. Completely black, and looked to be made of latex. Everything was covered, except for his eyes, mouth and chin. The look was quite familiar, like a villain. She wondered if he accosted young women in their houses often.
There was something about his eyes though, something that struck her in the gut. She knew she should recognize them, but she was unable to place why they were so familiar to her.
Her hazel eyes flickered from him to the room around him. She doubted that she'd be able to hurt him, she was a thin slip of a girl. Her best chance was to give him the slip, and to run out the front door.
Every nerve of hers was on edge. Her nostrils flared every once and a while. She looked very much the way a rabbit did, when being hunted by a wolf.
She pretended a sigh against his palm, and looked down, nodding.
She hoped he would take the bait that she was a 'willing' participant in this game he had planned.