The creak of the window jolted me awake. My heart hammered against my ribs. A shadow loomed, and I knew instantly: a burglar. Not the kind who wanted my jewelry.
He was tall, masked, and held…not a weapon, but a handful of socks. Socks?
“Don't scream,” he rasped, his voice low and thrilling. “I just want you…compliant.”
Before I could react, strong hands were tying my wrists to the bedpost. The nylon rope bit softly into my skin. Damn, this is hot. He found more rope and before i knew it my ankles were tied too.
Panic mixed with a strange excitement. He pulled one of the socks taut, then expertly stuffed it into my mouth. It tasted faintly of…laundry. A clean, suffocating scent that heightened the danger.
Mmf! Mmf! I tried to protest, but the sock gag muffled my cries. He adjusted it, making sure it was secure, then smirked. "That's better," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.
He ran his hands over my body. The feeling of the rope against my skin was exquisite. The sock gag kept me silent, intensifying every sensation.
“Pretty redhead,” he purred, tracing the swell of my C-cup breasts through my thin nightgown. "Natural tits, just the way I like them."
I bucked against the restraints. I wanted to scream, but the sock gag kept me muted. I felt the power dynamic shift.
He reached for another sock, pushing it between my gag and cheek, then securing it as a cleave gag. "Now," he whispered, his eyes gleaming, "let's see how you like being completely silenced." My gag talk was fully cut off.
The air felt thick, charged with anticipation. All my desires wanted to burst out.
He leaned closer, and my breath caught in my throat. A low growl escaped my lips as i tried to escape.
This is just the beginning...
