The Burglar

Cynthia pulled at the restraints tying her to the wall. They were neither too tight or too loose and held firm as she tugged; the work of a master. She smiled. Her master.

She closed her eyes and relaxed against the solid brick against her bare back. A sigh slipped past her lips as she thought of the fun to come when Sir returned home from the store, just a few blocks away. He would probably walk, prolonging Cynthia's anticipation; he had a tendency to wander off and run errands while she was tied up. She jokingly called it inhumane torture, he called it foreplay.

The sound of footsteps down the hall startled her. Sir had left for the store not too long ago and had very loudly shut the front door. The person walking in her house couldn't be her lover. No, the fall of the steps weren't his, either; they were too soft and too closely spaced. Cynthia's heart began to race. Dare she call out? If it were Sir pretending to be someone else, or someone Sir invited in, she would be punished. Was making her presence known worth the denial of an orgasm? She straightened up the best she could while splayed in an X against the wall, scratching her stiletto heels against the tile in the process. The footsteps stopped.

When silence clung to the air for a full ten minutes, the footsteps started again, headed straight for Cynthia. She carefully slowed her breath, bit her lower lip, and prayed she would be well rewarded for keeping her silence.

"This is unexpected."

Cynthia's eyes flashed open and locked on the figure in the doorway. Her heart thundered violently in her chest, threatening to escape and building a pressure so great, her attempt to scream failed. Her mouth hung open and her shock showed quite visible. This man was not her lover and would never be one of his invited guests. He was one of Cynthia's coworkers.

"My, my," the man slowly entered the room, approaching Cynthia as he spoke, "when you said you were going on vacation, we all assumed you meant a week away. On the beach." He stopped a few feet in front of the tied woman, "Not hanging around here." He laughed at his own joke.

"Spencer! What?" Cynthia struggled to speak as she pulled at the ropes binding her, "What are you doing here?" Her restraints were too well done, she couldn't release herself. She couldn't cover her nakedness. She couldn't escape the mail room clerk before her.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You are supposed to be on vacation!" Spencer spat at her. "You are supposed to be the darling paralegal off in the Caribbean, spending the money you hoard." He took a step closer, shoving his finger in her face, "You are supposed to be gone so that I can slip in here and take something of yours," his finger slammed into her shoulder to emphasize his point. "Something that belongs to me!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Panic never really surged in Cynthia, but anger was a quick blink away. She forgot her lack of clothing in an instant. He was there to rob her. He was going to steal from her. "What do I have that is yours?"

Spencer chose that moment to realize Cynthia's nudity. "Well, you have a lot that I want," he sneered. "I was thinking just a few odds and ends, things you wouldn't miss. But this?" He motioned at her bound state. "This is something better." He took a step back to evaluate the exquisite human form before him.

"Spencer, don't be an idiot. You don't--"

"AN IDIOT?!" Incomprehensible anger lashed out at Cynthia and she froze. "I am no idiot! You stole from me, now I steal from you! But what?" He turned a slow circle through the room, taking in the small space but barely registering anything beyond the woman tied to the wall. He stopped, his eyes narrowed and met hers, "You. I will have you right here, right now, and then take something you will never get back. You took my Alisha from me, my darling baby, so I will take your baby. Your first born will be mine!" His hands flew to his jeans and pulled apart the belt, violently threw the zipper down, and fished out his cock.

Cynthia stood in complete shock. Alisha? She had been the paralegal Cynthia replaced, but it wasn't Cynthia's fault - the woman was a complete idiot and slept around the office. It was her attempt at seducing one of the senior partners that pushed her out of the company. And Spencer blamed Cynthia.

"I didn't take Alisha from you!" Cynthia yelled. "She did it to herself!"

Spencer's hand left his hardening dick and backhanded Cynthia, "LIES! You took her from me!" He returned to pumping himself, staring at her flat stomach, "You took her. You made her go away. And now, I will take your baby." His left hand reached out and stroked Cynthia's waist, tracing over a thin chain tattoo that trailed from her hip to her navel. His voice lowered to that of a man in a trance, "Such a pretty home. Soft skin, yes, soft." Cynthia tensed as his hand traveled higher, "And plenty to eat. Big breasts. Perfect breasts." He lowered his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth. His hand slid over his cock, trapped between their bodies. He moaned.

Cynthia struggled, but no matter how hard she pulled, she could not loosen the ropes. Though she fought, she realized she was getting turned on; the struggle, the nipple sucking, the cock brushing against her hip, all worked in tandem against her mind's wishes. She was too conditioned to enjoy the situation. When his teeth nipped gently, her body froze and a small gasping moan escaped her lips. No! Not this! Proper fear gripped Cynthia in that moment, but her body was lost to her.

Her moan urged Spencer's hand along. His teeth released her nipple and his mouth moved on up to her neck. "Oh, so soft. So sweet," he muttered between kisses. "Just perfect." His lips clamped down on her neck, one hand still stroking between them, the other gripping her waist, pulling her off the wall. Cynthia's wrists and ankles strained in the rope, rubbing against the rough material. Her orgasm was sudden, loud, and wet. Spencer pulled away and looked at his captive. "So perfect. Oh so perfect."

Through a haze, Cynthia watched as Spencer released his cock and grabbed her hips with both hands. No, please no.... Her silent pleas were lost in her post-orgasm mindlessness. She tried to look away, but stared and watched in horror as her would-be burglar plunged deep inside her body. The force of his entry sent shock waves up her spine, throwing her head back and releasing a scream of ecstasy.

Spencer waited until he was ready to burst before taking what he felt was his. The moment he was as fully immersed in Cynthia's warmth, he came. A single thrust released all of his pent up energy; his rage, his lust, his need, everything. Gush after gush filled her with his seed, claiming her womb as his for the next nine months. Cynthia's first born would be his.


Cynthia's sobs broke the magic. Spencer pulled out and away and wiped a tear from her cheek, "Shh, what's wrong?"

"P-please," Cynthia, whispered, "Please, Sir, t-tell me you meant it?"

Spencer looked into the shining eyes of his pet, "Meant what, Darling?"

"Th-the baby? Did you," Cynthia swallowed the lump in her throat, "Did you meant it?"

A smile spread on her lover's face, "Yes, Darling, I did." He leaned in and rubbed his cheek to hers. "Now, let's get you down and off to bed. We can make the official first attempt properly."