Warnings for more mature subject matter than usual.
I stood making my dinner when I felt a shiver down my spine I turned and noticed my living room window open, how odd? I don't remember opening it.
I turned off the burner a moment and went over shutting the window and the blind, as I did I suddenly felt an arm around me and knife at my neck I went to scream but the hand that had been around my waist clamped on to my mouth muffling my scream
"Quiet, play nice pretty girl. Or I'll slit ya pretty throat" the voice warns it sounded so familiar but I couldn't place it, the tone and way of speaking so different from anyone I know "ummm what a pretty little girl you are, now...are ya gonna play nice?" He asks I nodded unsure what to do "good girl" he growls forcing me on my stomach on my living room rug he put a knee on my back so I wasn't able to get up as he ripped some duct tape and stuck it over my mouth "Now? How about we get those sexy jeans off ya?" He asks starting to tug my jeans off but I kicked and ran as fast as I could up the stairs, I knew he was chasing after me until he pushed and got me trapped on the floor below my bed "humm naughty little thing trying to get away from me? And after ya said you were going to play nice?" He smirked, "maybe we need this?" He smirked pulling my hands back and tie them up in rope and "humm lot of toys like this? That the soft of thing you and ya boyfriend go in for then?" He smirked tiring my wrists and my ankles so I had no way of escape "now...let get those jeans off" he smirked I tried to squirm away but he was too strong as he undid my jeans and began pulling them off me revealing my little panties "ummmm what a little whore" he smirked roughly pulling my jeans off completely and running his knife around my panties a little "lucky for you.... I like my girl's whores" he growled "now... Let's get that slutty top off too" he growled using his knife to cut my shirt and leaving me in my underwear he suddenly grabbed my chest groping me mercilessly no don't going to cause bruises as he ripped my bra from me and twisted my nipples "ummm they feel good... How about I try that other place I'm so curious about" he smirked I tried to scream but nothing came from under the tape a soon enough he forced himself inside me I screamed but he felt so familiar inside me I tried to not focus too much until he was finished with me and pulled out soon enough he pulled the tape off my mouth and untied my hands "so? I did good?" a familiar voice asksI turned around and saw thomas now back to normal fixing his hair a bit
"THOMAS!" I yell
"Yeah" He shrugs "what it took you that long to work out it was me?" he laughs
"Yeah!" I yell "I didn't know it was you!" I complain
"How did you think the robber person knew where our sex toys were? and that playing with your tits turns you on" He smirked,
"you asshole!" I yell throwing a pillow at him
"Ohh come on... you're always talking about how you have always wanted to try an intruder fantasy" He smiles giving me a cuddle "so I gave you one" He shrugs
"You could have warned me" I complain
"If I had you would have been expecting it, and that's half the fun not knowing about it" he smiled "so? I did good?" he asks
"Fine, a bit talkative, a little low on the actual kinky stuff" I laugh
"Okay... good feedback, I will remember, next time" he smirks giving me a kiss
"how did you do the voice?" I ask
"Honey.... fake voices is like filthy per cent of what I do for my job" he laughs "Just had to find one you wouldn't recognise immediately"
"Which was?" I ask
"Whitey with a little of the thing I was doing for mouse guard" he explained
"I hate you so much" I laugh hugging him tightly "You used a condom right?" I ask
"Im not a monster darling, of course I did"
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Actor Imagines: Thomas Brodie Sangster Book 1
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