Lisa sat at the bar, nursing her glass of wine and trying to decide how she ended up in these situations. She’d had a date tonight, and things had been going well. Right up until they left the restaurant and he had tried to kiss her. Nothing. No spark, no desire, nothing. Which had apparently been one-sided, because his hands had gone wandering to her ass. She hadn’t been able to get away from him fast enough. She made sure to block his number in her phone at the first red light she had sat at.
She’d stopped at her neighborhood bar before going home. The evening didn’t need to be a total waste, she could at least have a couple of glasses of wine and steal some glances at the owner/bartender Tony. Tall, dark hair, green eyes. She got butterflies everytime she saw him. Of course he didn’t bother to give her a second look. But that didn’t stop her from enjoying him from her position on one of his ridiculously tall barstools.
The evening passed quickly. Before Lisa realized it, she and Tony were the only ones left in the bar. The jukebox played quietly as he came to stand before her, a half smile playing on his lips. “Give me your keys little one. I’ll drive you home after I get things settled here. You’ve had far too much to drink to see yourself safely home,” he said softly, the smile not reaching his stern eyes.
Lisa swallowed, digging in her purse for her car keys, not able to look away from him. That was one of his attractions she guessed. He knew her name, never used it. She was always little one to him. It never failed to turn her on. “How are you going to get back?” she asked, flushing as his hand grazed hers with the transfer of the keys. A perfectly nice man kisses her and she feels nothing. This man barely grazes her skin in a casual gesture and her pussy aches.
Tony laughed, low and deep. “You live two blocks away little one. It’s a beautiful night. Walking back won’t be a hardship. Now sit and behave while I take care of a couple of things before we leave.”
Lisa turned on her seat to watch him, clearing tables and wiping them down. She always wondered why he didn’t hire a waitress, but then again this was a small place, and regulars were as likely to bring their own empties to the bar as to leave them on the table. He was tall and lean, muscled but not overly so. She allowed herself to enjoy watching him undisturbed, daydreaming about how his body would feel next to hers, his arms wrapped around her.
“Lisa!” his voice cracked, dragging her out of her thoughts. Tony was standing right in front of her, those arms holding the bar on either side of her. “You might want to fix your skirt little one. I’m sure you didn’t mean to let me know what color your panties are,” he said, his voice tight and angry.
She looked down, turning as red as those same panties as she realized the skirt of her short black dress had ridden up her thighs as she had turned on her seat. Fuck. She tugged at her clothing, managing to get at least the front on her skirt back where it belonged. She was going to have to get off the stool to fix the rest of it, but Tony showed no sign of moving to allow her down. Swallowing hard she met his eyes, seeing anger in their green depths as well as something else. Desire? No, she had to be drunk. Really drunk. There was no way this man could want her.
Tony moved in closer, his hips pushing her thighs apart, his mouth moving to her ear. “Little one, I see you watching me. I know exactly what you are thinking. Believe me, I’m not the kind of man you should be involved with. You need to stick with your safe little boyfriends, and leave me alone,” he whispered.
Lisa was painfully aware of his mouth just inches away from hers, the heat of his big body blanketing her. This close to him, smelling him, her body reacted, her nipples hard, the gusset of her red panties drenched. He hadn’t even touched her and she was more turned on than any other man had made her. Her hands fisted on her thighs. She was drunk enough to tell him exactly how she felt.
“What makes you think I couldn’t handle being involved with you? I’ve never met anyone like you. I’ve never met a man I was so attracted to. How do you know it wouldn’t be good between us?” she said defiantly, watching his eyes, seeing his mouth tighten as he absorbed her words.
One big hand rose from beside her, his fingers tracing the side of her face before he rested them lightly around her throat, his palm heavy and warm against her skin. He moved forward, his breath tickling her ear as he began to speak. “I want to strip you down right now, spread you across this bar, and run my mouth over every inch of your sweet little body. I want to memorize your curves with my tongue, and hear you whimper my name as I feast on you. I also want to take you over my knee and paddle your ass until it glows bright red and tears are streaming down your face. I want to leave bruises and crop marks on your skin as I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk without wincing the next day. I want to hurt you little one. I want to tie you to one of those tables and fuck every hole you have until you are dripping with my cum and covered in bruises and bite marks. I’m not a nice man. There is a darkness in me you can’t comprehend, and you should run as far away as you can. Now get your sweet ass in your car, I’m taking you home and leaving you there alone,” he growled as he pulled away.
Except she couldn’t move. She was frozen in place by the most intense desire she had ever felt. All she could do was stare at him, a tiny whimper escaping her as he pulled away.
“Fuck,” he swore loudly, turning away from her. “You’re drunk. We are not discussing this any further, and I am definitely not putting my hands on you again. Get moving. I’ll take you home,” he growled, storming off to the back room.
She managed to get off the chair and moving to the door, tugging her skirt down as she went. When he came out she was sitting in the passenger seat, studiously not looking at him. The ride to her house was tense and silent. He walked her to her door, unlocked it, handed her the keys and walked away.
She closed the door and leaned against if, her eyes filling with tears. What in the hell had just happened?
Lisa paced her living room. It had been a week since the night Tony had rocked her world with his revelations. She hadn’t been able to think of anything else. She should be terrified. The man admitted he wanted to hurt her. Bruise her body. Use her for his own pleasure. Who knows what else he hadn’t mentioned?
It didn’t matter. She wanted him even more now. She woke every night from dreams of his hands holding her down, his voice rough in her ear as he loomed over her. She had gone online to research BDSM. The pictures she had seen, the stories she read had only made her pussy ache and drip. A darkness she hadn’t been aware of stirred in her. No wonder she had never found a man who turned her on as much as he did. She’d been dating lambs when it was the beast she craved.
She stopped suddenly in the middle of the room, her eyes narrowing. He wanted to scare her away. It was time he learned she was made of stronger stuff.
Lisa walked into the bar an hour later, not surprised to find the place practically empty. It was almost closing time. She sat, not at her usual spot in the corner, but right in the center of the bar, settling herself carefully on the tall stool. Tony glared at her from behind the bar, and she simply smiled at him. She knew she looked good in the cobalt blue sundress.
He walked over to pour her a glass of wine and she stopped him. “I’ll just have a ginger ale Tony. I have some important things to discuss with you, and I’d rather not be drunk this time,” she said sweetly, giving him an even bigger smile as he scowled at her. He thumped the glass of soda in front of her and walked away to clear tables.
Perhaps it was Tony’s foul mood, but it didn’t take long for the last customers to leave. Lisa turned to watch him working, goosebumps breaking out on her arms. She knew she was taking a huge risk. There was no reason for him to listen to her. He could very well kick her out and tell her to never come back.
She took a deep breath, let it out. “Tony, can we please talk?” she started. He whipped around at her voice, saw her sitting facing him, her dress pulled up to expose her bare pussy, and the look on his face turned savage. Before she could blink he was on her, one fist in her hair pulling her head back as his mouth claimed hers, his other hand behind her, pulling her body tight into his. She gasped as his hardness settled against her folds, the denim of his jeans harsh on her soft skin. Then all she could do was moan.
He pulled back from the kiss, both of them panting. “Pick a safeword,” he growled, “Pick it now. Use it if this gets to be too much for you little one. I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee anything.”
“Unicorn,” she replied immediately.
His eyebrows rose at the speed of her response, but a smile broke across his face. He kissed her again, gentler this time. “Good girl. Turn around and face the mirror. Your first lesson begins now,” he breathed, stepping back to allow her to move.
She turned and settled herself quickly, not bothering to fix her skirt. Her eyes met his in the mirror, his hands going to the straps of her dress and slowly sliding them down her arms. She blushed when her breasts were exposed, but kept her gaze on his face. He stepped close, pulling her back to rest against his chest, fingers pinching her nipples, watching her reaction in the mirror. She jumped a little at the pressure, a small moan escaping her. She felt the pain/pleasure shoot from her nipples to her clit, her pussy spasming. Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes still locked on his.
He bent to kiss her neck, teeth nipping as one big hand moved down between her legs. “Oh little one. Such a good girl you are already. Wet for your Sir. I’m going to play with this sweet little pussy. Because it’s our first time together you don’t have to ask for permission to cum. But you cannot close your eyes or look away from the mirror. Do you understand?” he asked, his voice rough while his fingers were gentle on her sex.
She nodded, not trusting her voice. His face grew dark, and before she could register what was happening, he slapped her open pussy. “When you are asked a question you will answer verbally. Do you understand?” Tony growled.
Lisa jumped, shocked at the slap, even more shocked at how good it felt. “Yes Sir,” she stuttered. He smile at her in the mirror, his fingers once again gentle, his thumb working her clit as two fingers slid inside her pussy. His other hand working her breasts, pinching her nipples, seeming to know when she needed a soft touch or another jolt of sweet pain.
She lay back in his arms, trusting him to take care of her. She had never felt like this before. Never had a man take charge of her body, know before she did exactly what she needed. His fingers worked her pussy, and she felt her body tensing. She’d never cum this fast before, with so little foreplay. She struggled to keep her eyes open, staring at him in the mirror, panting whimpers and moans escaping her.
He leaned down, his mouth right at her ear. “Cum for me little one. Right now. I want to hear you scream my name as your pussy clenches on my fingers,” he whispered, sex and raw need in his voice. She obeyed. The orgasm spreading through her body, chanting his name as he smiled at her.
He didn’t let her rest. His fingers kept working, rubbing and pinching, pumping into her wet pussy, the smell and sound of her filling the bar. Three more times he demanded she cum for him, whispering filthy words of encouragement in her ear. Her world narrowed to his eyes and his voice.
Finally he allowed her to rest against his chest, his demanding hands now turned soft, petting her legs, her arms, soft kisses on her neck and shoulders as he told her what a good girl she was, how proud he was of her. Slowly she returned to herself, a lazy smile on her lips. He returned her smile in the mirror, then his face darkened. Despite the fact that she had just had the four best orgasms of her life, she felt her pussy clench again. He was far from done with her. The next part wasn’t going to be gentle at all.
He stepped back, pulling her off her seat. She stared as his hands went to his belt, the outline of his cock visible through his jeans. She started to remove her dress, then stopped as she realized he hadn’t told her if that was what he wanted or not. Biting her lip she looked up to find him smiling at her. “Good girl. Very good girl. Waiting for instruction. Leave the dress on. Bend over that stool. Grab the legs and don’t move unless you are told. You’ve had your pleasure. Now it’s my turn,” he said lazily, very much the predator now.
She hurried to comply, hearing him unbuckle his belt, the hiss of his zipper going down, cloth rustling. She jumped as she felt his hands on her hips, moving the skirt of her dress up, exposing her ass and pussy to him. He groaned, firm hands on her cheeks, squeezing hard, then smoothing over her. “Damn little one. You have such a pretty ass and pussy. I’m going to enjoy this so fucking much.” His hands probed and explored, teasing her wet opening and her tight star, making her jump, the desire she thought satisfied rising again.
There. His hard cock, sliding through her folds, spreading her juices over the head, preparing to slide inside her. Fuck. She wanted this. Wanted him inside her, hard, hot, fast. She didn’t want gentle, she wanted to be fucked, wanted the bruises his fingers would leave in her hips. “Please,” she begged, hardly able to breathe. “Please Sir. Please fuck me.”
A sharp intake ofbreath, and he was inside her, invading, stretching, not giving her the chance to adjust to him. She screamed, pushing back against him, the pain mixing with the sweetness of having him inside her. He moved fast, hips slamming into her ass, his balls slapping her clit with every stroke. She was going to cum again, she could feel it rising. One big hand holding her in place at the small of her back, the other tangled in her hair, pulling her back to meet every thrust. His groans telling her he wasn’t going to last much longer.
He grunted, burying himself completely in her as he came, his hips jerking as he filled her. Feeling him pulsing sent her over the edge, and he moaned again as she milked him, forcing him to give her every drop of her cum. They stayed together, shaking as the pleasure peaked and slowly subsided.
He pulled away from her and she couldn’t move, didn’t trust her legs to hold her. He drew her into his arms, seating himself in a nearby chair and settling her in his lap. Long moments of soft caresses, sweet whispers in her ear, telling her what a good girl she was, how much he had enjoyed her, how proud he was of her. She slowly returned to herself, head tucked under his chin, completely spent and relaxed.
Lisa pulled away to look at Tony, needing to look into his eyes, make sure he meant all the sweet words he was saying. She saw nothing but satisfaction in his gaze. No regrets. With a sigh she settled back against his chest, eyes closing.
“We still need to talk little one. You have a great deal to learn. Apparently so do I. Are you sure you really want to do this?” he asked gruffly, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.
“Yes Sir. You aren’t the only one with dark desires,” she answered simply. Je smiled, holding her just a little tighter. Thank god she’d had the courage to come back.