His Tempting Delight (w/ Zprimal)

Joselle “Josie” Dawson was of mixed emotion tonight as she double checked the security alarm to make certain it was turned on. Just over an hour ago her mother Amanda Dawson left for her work conference that was taking place in Washington, DC which left Josie alone for the entirety of the conference. She already knew that when she got home from the hospital where she was volunteering as a candy striper that her mom would be gone. So, she entered the house, locked the door behind her and set the alarm. She knew her mom felt more comfortable with leaving Josie home now that they had a security system installed, a gift that her mother’s boyfriend of six months had given them three months before.

Josie still didn’t know what to make of Blake Weber, the man had been good to her mom and to her but she had become so accustomed to it being her and her mom most of her life. After her father died in a boating accident when Josie was 2 years old it had been just her and her mom. At fifteen the girl knew her mom had been lonely and that since she met Blake she had been much happier so when he started showing her attention and trying to get to know her, Josie had given him a chance. When he first asked her to pose for a painting he wanted to do and said he would pay her she had been excited.

After all, there was no other teen in her class that could say they were posing for a painting so she had agreed. Besides, she was able to use the money to get herself some new books by her favorite authors and put aside some so she could save up for her own laptop. When he asked her to pose a second time she had been eager to do so because it was more money and she had the thought that if she decided when she was older to get into modeling she could use her work with him as something for her portfolio or something.

The only thing that made things weird for her were the nights he spent the night because with it just being her and her mom she was used to sleeping naked and felt comfortable that way but when he came over for the night she had to sleep with clothes. In fact, it was one reason her emotions were mixed about being alone for the week, she was looking forward to not having to bother with clothes unless she left to go to the hospital. They were a week into the summer vacation so she didn’t have to worry about school and she only had been scheduled to volunteer four days this week. However, it was also strange knowing her mother was over a day’s travel away from her and that when she came home she saw her mom had added Blake’s number to the list of emergency contacts on the refrigerator.

Shaking her head, the teen went upstairs to her room, stripping out of her uniform before grabbing one of her towels and heading into the shower to get the scents from the hospital off her skin. Almost half an hour later, she stepped out of the shower and made her way into her room wrapped in her towel and using a smaller towel to dry her sandy blond hair that only touched her shoulders at the tips of some spots. While in the shower she had done touch ups to make certain the only hair she had on her body was that on the top of her head, leaving her skin bare below her neck.

When her hair was dry enough, she tossed the towel with her uniform into the hamper before pat drying her body with the towel she had wrapped around her then tossing that towel to join the other. Since she was home alone she didn’t bother closing her bedroom door as she took the novel she was currently reading and lay on her stomach reading.

It was almost two hours later that she stretched and covered a yawn with the back of her hand, rolling over and sitting up to put her book down and turned off the only light that was on in the house. Sliding beneath only a sheet, the summer heat was far too hot for her heavy blankets which were currently folded at the foot of the bed just low enough that they didn’t touch her feet since she was only 5’4 and the bed was made for a much taller person. She smothered another yawn, her green eyes closing as she slipped into slumber.

Within a couple hours in her sleep the teen tossed and turned enough that the sheet slipped down revealing her soft, full c cup breasts to the night air, her nipples hardening from the brush of air. In fact it had slipped so low that only a corner of the sheet covered her bare virgin pussy, her right leg was partially hidden by the sheet but her feet were both clear. One arm rested on the pillow bent above her head while the other was strewn across the bed with her hand hanging off. Her legs were slightly parted, just by about four inches but enough that the sheet dipped between her legs to cover her most intimate space but she slumbered on unaware of the image she presented.

Blake had visited the Dawson residence earlier in the day. The sensors were set around all ground level entry points, the windows and doors. While Amanda had changed the passcode for the sensors since he had first installed the system, he was privy to them, managing to get a glimpse of both mother and daughter entering such codes into the panel by the door. He locked the door behind him even with the knowledge that Amanda was out for the week and Josie was out until evening since she worked during her vacation at the hospital.

He carried a bulky metallic case to Josie's room, where he knocked and waited for a response just in case. No response. The door swung open silently on oiled hinges as he set to work with plans for the evening. He made sure to check for any tell-tale signs of home-made intrusion detection systems such as paper wedged between the doorframe but there was none, but there was no such thing to him as being too meticulous.

Once inside, he set the case down and snapped the latches open. The case had two portions, each separated by a foam layer. The first was ropes and several other binding tools which he used here. The other were a set of toys he had planned to use on her that evening. A rope on either leg of the bed, on the bed, each complete with ties which would allow for him to adjust their length. Once he was done, he tucked the ropes under her bed the shadows and color of the ropes enough to camouflage against the wooden legs of the bed.

With that, his preparations for this evening were complete. He slipped the case under her bed and made sure to scan the room to rearrange anything which he might have been moved. The exit of the house was uneventful and he left the sleepy neighborhood the Dawsons lived in.

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The sun had begun to set as he made strokes of paint against the canvas. On the minibar, one of the only furnishings of the painting room, his laptop chimed, indicating the lock being bypassed. Josie, on time as ever. He watched as the young teen from the cameras which he had installed along with the security system, the screens flicking back and forth as the system followed the movement through the house. Dressed in a simple uniform, it only highlighted her features, how her top clung to her young curves, the tightness of the material over her breasts. She must have asked for a size smaller to get a dress which fit her this well.

He sighed before returning his attention to his work, if only barely. Time wore on and he set his painting to the side to dry, the room only illuminated from the light from the minibar and the laptop. His got himself a drink of scotch whisky, a glass in hand as he looked over to how little Josie was doing. What he saw was indeed a beautiful young thing. She lay on her belly, presenting a view to a camera embedded into the corner of her room. If he felt anything, one could only tell how the edges of his mouth and eyes tightened.

He switched the laptop off and left for his own study, resting in the large cushioned swivel chair as he watched the feed from the Dawsons, drink still in hand. For so long she had been a tease, after she had helped him out for the first time, he knew he needed to have a deeper look into her life and he was right. So innocent, lying on her front, her tight firm young ass in full view of all cameras in her room. Patience, He reminded himself, talking a sip of his drink. She would only be a tease for him only a while longer.

The hours wore on and the feed was once again brought to his attention as he saw movement. She got to her feet and flipped the switch, her arms raised over her head as she stretched, exposing her perfect C-cup breasts and the tight rosy nipples that peaked them. Her belly was toned, with little fat and from what he could see, her pussy was freshly shaven, her mound flawlessly bare. He got up, it was time. He went to change into something more suitable for the job, and climbed into the car. The drive over to the Dawsons took about half an hour and he could examine the feed via sample screenshots take every few minutes.

He parked a block away, having already scouted out for possible surveillance, in which there were none where he intended to operate, but it would be trouble if she was awake and spotted his car stopping outside. He held a ziplock bag under his arm, with any last minute things he had forgotten and a mask. He crossed the front yard and opened the front door. There was a soft, muted beep, a warning for the home owner to enter the code. He did so and shut the door, the system reactivating seconds after he did so. He put on a ski mask and began his climb up to Josie's room.

The door was open and he entered with gun in hand as he examined what he had to work with. She lay on her back, her breasts exposed and her nipples tight due to the cool air which brushed against them. The door was locked and curtains were shut, and out came the ropes from under the bed, they were already adjusted partially earlier and he was about to loop the rope around her wrist when he decided otherwise. He dropped the bindings on the bed before flicking the lights on and snatching the sheet off her, "Wakey wakey, little girl. Stay very quiet or you know what is going to happen." He waved the gun, a finger on the trigger guard and the safety still on. "Listen very carefully, or you're going to regret it."

There was nothing on the bed which could cover her save for the folded blankets at the foot of the the bed and the pillows she lay on. He tossed the sheet aside, she won't be needing it for a while. He gestured with the pistol at the ropes, the loops already made, "Take the rope at the headboard and tie your wrist. Make sure you secure it properly!" He jabbed the gun in her direction, "If you think you can slip free, think again!"

Josie was a heavy sleeper, which considering her mother having a boyfriend stay the night occasionally was probably a good thing. Completely unaware of the invader entering her home and worse her room with nefarious plans, she slept on a small smile on her lips caused by whatever good dream she was having. When the lights came on, it was just enough interference to cause her to whimper in her sleep and roll over, covering her face with one of her pillows as she murmured, “A few more minutes’ mom.”

However, the voice speaking caused the fog of sleep to begin to fade and a shiver of fear to wash over her as she groggily opened her eyes after a few seconds where her mind had to process the words. The teen stretched, turning her head, telling herself that she had to be imagining it but the moment her gaze landed on a masked man and saw the gun waving she whimpered again, scrambling to a seated position. Her eyes were wide, heart hammering hard and tears welled up, “Please… don’t hurt me. I don’t even know who you are, I can’t tell anyone, steal what you want I won’t say anything I swear.”

Her voice trembled, her words ending on a sob. When he gestured the ropes and told her what to do, Josie found herself wondering how those were there, how long he had been in her room to be able to put them in place. Fear motivated her to listen, her hands shaking as she took the rope and did as she was told all the while her tears trailed down her cheeks. There was something niggling at her about the man’s voice but her mind was still slightly fogged by having been woken up so abruptly adding to the fear. The fact he had a gun terrified her, would she live through the night? She might never see her mother again.

She pulled the rope tight with a sob, enough that it hurt but she didn’t want to risk the ire of the man with the gun. With her only free hand now, she grabbed a pillow to cover herself as best as she could while trying to make herself as small as possible sitting against her headboard. “Please, don’t do this.” She pleaded, her eyes filled with terror and her words spoken barely loud enough to be more than a whisper. “Steal what you want, no one will come after you, I swear it. I-I have five hundred dollars, you can take it.” She would gladly let him take the money she was saving for her laptop if he would let her go and leave her alone.

Her waking moments were mildly amusing at the very least, which only added to his desire to have her. Pleaded words and begging went ignored as he waited for her to obey his demands. Around her wrist went the rope and once she secured it, he found himself admiring her body that was now his to take. His eyes narrowed as she covered herself with a pillow and grabbed her by the ankle. With a tug, he pulled her back down to lie on the bed such that the rope around her wrist went taut. He raised his leg and pinned her free arm beneath his weight.

The gun was set aside, no need for it now that she had been subdued. He secured the other rope around her wrist without too much of a problem. The final preparations were complete as he checked her bindings before snatching the pillow she had used to cover herself. It was unfair how he managed to shift her hips to place the pillow under them. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, sure her legs were free but they would not stop him from taking what he wanted.

"Your money isn't enough." He paced around to her desk, rifling through her drawers but his eyes remained on the small hidden camera to make sure it was recording. "Five hundred isn't enough." His voice was harsh. Harsher than how he normally spoke. "I need more than that." His hand bumped against her phone. A present from him after her second job modelling for him as well as her birthday present. "What's this?" He raised it up and turned to her, stepped forward to snatch the gun from where it lay precariously by her bedside. He set the weapon down on the desk as he made a show of unlocking her phone, no lock there, a truly innocent young teen. "This is expensive isn't it?" He selected the camera app and held it before her to show it was working. "I'll have this. But let's test how the camera works." His thumb pressed against the screen, the picture taken audibly before he raised it again, framing her body, spread and completely bare. Click. He snapped a shot.

"Looks like it works quite well," He held it before her eyes, allowing her to see just how exposed she was before switching it to video mode. He stroked her cheek, her skin warm and wet from the tears "There, there, no need to be scared. We're going to take a video of us. I hear it sells quite well." He set it by her bedside, propping it up with her novel before joining her on the bed. A knee was pushed between her thighs as a hand rested on her thigh, parting her legs for him.

Josie gave a squeal of dismay and surprise when his hand wrapped around her ankle and she was pulled down, despite her effort not to let him drag her down the bed. She winced when the rope around her wrist bit in as it was drawn taut and the panic caused her chest to rise and fall with rapid breaths, her sobs worsening as she cried, trying to no avail to move her arm he pinned beneath his leg. Naively she had hoped originally that he was just going to tie her to keep her from interfering with his thievery even though their house wasn’t much it was still nice and her mom did have some old family jewelry from Josie’s great grandmother.

When both hands were bound she realized she was wrong and her fear only increased, “P-please, w-why are you d-doing this?” In her panic she was beginning to feel herself hyperventilate, her eyes wide, tears flowing and when he took away the pillow which she had been grateful for having hiding her even a bit putting it beneath her hips she clamped her legs together with a whimper.

Even though he set the gun aside it didn’t make her feel any less fear about what he was doing. When he grabbed the phone that Blake had given her after telling her that her money wasn’t enough, she whimpered. But it was what he did taking a picture of her naked and vulnerable that caused her cheeks to flush and she looked away. No one had ever seen her naked other than her mother, she didn’t even change in school during gym in front of others, always going to a bathroom stall.

When the stranger’s hand touched her cheek, she tried to jerk away, “P-please stop,” she cried, her body was trembling both with sobs and with fear but when he said he was going to take a video she whimpered, trying to tug on her wrists, the rope might eventually burn her skin but she wanted free and she didn’t want this happening. “N-no,” she tried to keep her legs together but the pressure of his knee pushing between them was too much and she instead tried to squirm back pressing against the bed with the heels of her feet to attempt to get away from his unwanted touch.

The teen was in full fight or flight but all she had available was her legs and she did try to use her feet to backpedal but she was determined to fight against him as best she could. “L-let me go, p-please. I don’t… don’t want this… please, just let me go… or-or kill me, I’d… I’d rather… d-die.” It might terrify her; the idea of death but what she realized this stranger had in mind terrified her more. She was a virgin, she hadn’t touched herself accept to wash up in a bath or shower. She wanted her first time to be special, with someone she cared about who cared about her.

Blake watched and made no attempt to stop her from scrambling back against the pile of pillows, her back up against the headboard. Instead, he mirrored her actions, following her and trapping her against the headboard. From his pocket, he took a black cotton blindfold. He wiped the tears from her cheek as her legs strained to close against his side but to no avail. His touch slipped downward as she struggled, her lower body pinned by his, the bindings on her wrists stopping her just short of reaching him.

He cupped a firm breast, allowing her flesh to fill his hand as he caught her pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It was all too easy thanks to his planning, and now it was time to savour the fruits of his labour, namely the tight pussy before him. His head dipped, taking his time as his lips and teeth found her other nipple, nipping and licking at her areolae.

Her pleading went completely ignored as he sucked on her hardened bud, her breasts soft, yet firm under his touch. He allowed himself a groan as his fingers rolled and tweaked her other nipple. This was every bit as tantalising as he had expected. He yearned to free his straining erection and fuck her until she could still feel him when she went to work the next day but miraculously managed to work up the patience to tease her, if only to arouse her to make her cunt that much easier to pierce. She was already here, bare and entrapped, why not allow himself to savour her last moments of resistance before finally claiming her as his? He switched his attention, her nipple caught between his lips slipping free as he took the other in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tight pink bud even as she jerked under him from his ministrations.

Finally, his head rose after what seemed like an hour of torment for him, her struggles pressed her against him with her attempts to fight his tongue and lips off in vain. Her nipples were now swollen, having nipped and rasped his teeth and tongue over them repeatedly to the point here this hardened buds became raw and sensitive. He cupped her cheeks, wiping those tears which blemished her beautiful face that twisted for tears.

"I'm going to eat you now." Was that a warning? A threat which was intended to give rise to yet a fresh bout of struggling from her? He sucked a nipple into his mouth before releasing with a pop, knowing all too well it would send shocks of sensation through the nubile teen whether she willed it or not.

His head dipped again, placing soft, wet kisses on her underboob and toned belly. His arms wrapped around either of her thighs, his fingers biting into the soft, creamy flesh of her thighs which parted for the width of his shoulders.

He tugged her lower, his tongue running against her navel repeatedly as he kissed and licked her belly, his teeth occasionally nipping her belly. His eyes turned upward, breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, her face, how her breath shook with the sensations and emotions which coursed through her body, it drove him wild. He parted her legs, his grip firm on her thighs as he exhaled against her pussy, his breath warm against her bare mound before he lowered his head, his tongue spearing into her for that first taste of Josie. His Josie.