A noise woke her up. She squinted at the clock, red numbers shining in the dark. Still the middle of the night.
She felt a cool breeze slide through the room. The window was open. That was the noise she’d heard – the window opening. Against the light of the streetlights outside, she could see a shape. A silhouette, a person. In her room.
Her eyes widened, her drowsiness melting in the face of a sudden wave of panic. She started to sit up, but the figure moved towards her. He said something, three or four syllables that she couldn’t understand, and she froze. Slowly, she relaxed down onto the bed, tense muscles softening.
What the fuck was that?, she thought. He stepped a bit closer, looming over her. Again, he spoke. Longer this time. The things he said… she couldn’t tell if they were words or not. It didn’t quite sound like any language she had ever heard before. The words were slippery and elusive in her mind. She couldn’t grab hold of them. While she considered them, she pulled her tank top down, exposing her breasts. She didn’t think about it, it just sort of happened. It didn’t quite register as a conscious action she’d taken.
The man leaned over her. She could see a bit of his face now. Not much – just the outline of his features, the light of his eyes. She could see his lips move as he spoke again, another tangle of sounds that she couldn’t decipher.
The whole situation was kind of hot, she began to realize. Laying in bed like this, a strange man watching her… she’d fantasized about this before. Hadn’t she? She wasn’t sure. It seemed like she probably had. Her thighs slid apart gracefully. He was very sexy, after all. She couldn’t really see him, but just the way he stood there, the way he watched her. His presence. He was incredibly hot. Fuck, she was so turned on!
He spoke again. I love it when he talks to me like that, she thought, sliding a hand down her body, pushing her panties aside. She loved the way his words seemed to seep into her mind, feeding her ideas she couldn’t quite understand. Her chest heaved as she stroked her pussy lips. She stared up at him, unable and unwilling to hide the need she was feeling.
“Please,” she whispered. That was all she could say. Everything else she was feeling seemed to freeze inside her. Please touch me, she wanted to tell him. Please take me. Please fuck me. Please use me. Please command me. Please change me. Please own me. Please transform me. “Please,” she gasped again. She reached for him.
He stepped towards her again, spoke again. She sighed with pleasure as she listened.
