Thread: His Tempting Delight (w/ Zprimal)

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. ---- 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!