CHAPTER ONE.



It hadn’t been a great day really. No, in fact that wasn’t strictly true; in fact she’d arrived at her friend’s house that evening in a fabulous mood. Even though she’d had to walk around the block twice in the cold because she was early, still she’d felt great. In fact she’d been singing I’m on Top of the World by the time she rang the doorbell. But her mate hadn’t really been in quite as good a frame of mind and all she’d done all evening was nag and nag and nag. So now she just felt lousy.

Her first instinct was to run for home and curl up in bed. Just shut out the whole world and go to sleep but even as the tears began to well in her eyes she had another thought. She didn’t want to run home, no what she really wanted was to talk to him. Shit, if only her phone battery hadn’t run out when she was texting him earlier.

She buttoned her coat against the cold wind and headed for the tram. She’d only gone a little way however, when she passed the pub.

“Sod it, she thought what I need is a good drink.”

So she turned on her heel and headed back the way she‘d come. Pausing at the door to undo her coat again, she shook her head, took a deep breath, pushed open the door and stepped into a warm and comforting fug.

“At least there are some places where you can still smoke in peace, she thought as she confidently strode up to the bar and ordered herself a whiskey and American.

As she sat down on a bar stool, she glanced around the small room. There wasn’t much in the way of prospects, she decided looking at the paltry selection of bored and boring middle aged men.

“Oh well, never mind.”

She decided it was probably for the best. Ending the evening up a dark alleyway with some strange man was quite possibly the last thing she needed right now. Nonetheless, it might have been nice to have flirted with one for a while, just to cheer herself up a bit.

As the bar gradually filled, the average age decreased slightly but not all that much and there was still nothing whatsoever there to tempt her, except maybe the little brunette barmaid who’d served her, she might have been worth a go under different circumstances. But not right now. No, right now he was the only temptation for her.

Suddenly a vivid image flashed across her mind. It was her with him, at his place, tied hands and feet to his bed, blindfolded and gagged to stop her from crying out as he softly, oh so softly kissed her from head to toe, pausing only occasionally to bite those particularly sensitive bits of her pale, slim body. Arching her back up to meet his lips, she strained at her bonds; knowing full well that they were more than secure enough to hold her yet still determined to test them.

In her mind’s eye she watched him lift his head from her skin and gaze at her struggling beneath him. He smiled as he allowed his fingers to trace a path around her taught, sensitive nipples. Then he studied her face as without any kind of warning he pinched them hard between his finger and thumb and twisted, making her cry out in pain, despite the gag.

Almost instantly his hand flew back and the nerve-endings in her cheek seemed to explode with the bitter sting of his open palm where he’d slapped her.

“You promised me that you wouldn’t make a single sound, wench, he reminded her harshly.

Suitably chastised but unable to speak through the gag, she nodded an apology as his strong fingers trailed down from her cheek to her throat. Her breathing quickened noticeably as his grip tightened just a little around her slim neck, sending one urgent sensation after another through her body.



“Oh Christ she thought to herself, suddenly remembering where she was sitting before she got totally carried away sitting in a public bar.

Clearly the whiskey was already having an effect, but then she hadn’t really eaten that day so it wasn’t all that surprising. She quickly looked around her to see if anyone had noticed what she’d been doing but they were all engrossed in conversations of their own. Then she crossed her legs and noticed that her feet had gone numb, definitely a warning to stop drinking but then she’d only drunk about half of her glass. Surely she couldn’t be getting drunk already? So she leant back against the bar and let her mind wander back to her daydreams.



He let his tongue slide languidly down her body, between her breasts and then down over her belly to the very edge of her silky knickers where he paused for what seemed like forever before heading back up again. Her disappointment was obvious and she could do little to disguise it. Of course that was the whole point and he laughed as he slapped her face again for showing such insolence. Trouble was, each time he did so it only served to heighten her already raging desire.

By now she was so deeply immersed in this fantasy that despite sitting at the bar in a suburban pub full of people and just as many women as men now (which was normally her cue to leave,) she hadn’t noticed that she was in danger of hyperventilating. Her eyes were also giving the game away to anyone who cared to look. Although she’d kept them open she’d been staring off into the middle distance so hard that every now and again they crossed over and ended up so far out of focus that she had to make herself blink hard once or twice to clear them. It was as if everyone else had disappeared and she was alone in the place watching, just in front of her, a live action sex show, but one in which she was playing the lead role.

She absent-mindedly attempted to re-light her cigarette only to discover that it had burnt away long ago and she was left with nothing but a pile of ash on the bar counter beside her. She moved to brush it away and noticed that her arms had become quite unresponsive and that they were starting to get that familiar weightless feeling that definitely meant it was time to go home. But she was enjoying herself; she didn’t want to go home yet.

Hell, she didn’t want to go anywhere, unless it was to his place of course!

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