The Bar

Candi rushed into the bar and glanced around where were they?

Wesley turned toward the door, watching the harried young woman over the rim of his rocks glass. He sipped his Crown Royal and watched her look this way and that, then at her watch.

"Damn," she whispered wondering if she was too late. She sighed and moved to the bar and pressed her hand on the wood.

Wesley caught the bartender's eyes and nodded at the tall woman who'd come to stand at the end of the bar. He watched as she ordered a Cosmo, then tried to pay for it before the bartender explained Wesley had bought her the drink. Slowly she turned her blue eyes toward him.

"No," she said, then shrugged as he smiled and shrugged back. The noise in the bar kept her from getting in an argument. She stepped onto the bar rail it lifted her a few more inches she looked over the room again then sat on the bar stool and sipped her drink.

He thought about letting it go, probably should have. But he didn't. He got up and walked over to her, a tall one, almost as tall as him as she stood on the rail surveying the room. She looked at him, waiting for the line...but he didn't offer one.

"I'm just waiting for my friend, Kay." she said quickly then stepped down again. She looked up shyly then raised an eye brow at him. "I'm waiting for freinds."

"Kay Franks," he said with a grin, "She's come and gone."

The woman blinked at him in surprise, took another quick look around the room, then returned her gaze to him, eyes narrowed. "She said to say she was sorry, if that's any consolation. And that you should switch your cell phone carrier."

"Damn, the taxi's already gone. How do you know Kay?" She sat down and frowned at her drink.

"I fucked her in the bathroom," he said, laughing when the woman practically spit out a moutful of Cosmo.

"You're that guy!" She looked up into those deep dark eyes. "You're the one with the playroom. The jerk who bosses people around?"

"Yes, Candi, I'm that guy. The guy who bosses everyone around, as you say. And here I thought Kay might be a bit shy about telling her friends what she does for me in my playroom."

Candi shoved the glass toward the bar tender then stood and walked out of the bar with a little flounce in her skirt.

Wesley through a few bills ont he bar and told the bartended to keep it and followed her out to the sidewalk. He caught her by the elbow and turned her around to face him. "What's the hurry Candi? Got to get home and watch t.v.?"

The electicity that ran through Candi shocked her, for a moment she thought it was some weird attraction then she realized he'd used some kind of stun gun on her. Right here in public. "Gawd woman you just can't hold your liquer," he said in a loud voice as he lifted her in his arms.

The woman went limp in his arms as he quickly beeped open his car, through open the door and tossed her in the back seat. He quickly went around to the drivers side, got in and sped off, with his prize in tow.

Candi woke slowly laying across a large four poster bed, she slowly sat up looking around. "Where..." the lights went out.

"Candi," a voice said and she remembered the man. "Kay told me about that talk you two had. You know the one about your fantasy life."

"Oh my...."

Hank stood still, in the corner, listening to her breathing. She was trying to be so still, as if that would make her more invisible that than the dark already had. Slowly he walked to the edge of the bed and said BOO, which made her cry out. When he chuckled she screamed "What is going on? Who are you???" Hank walked to the end table and turned on a red-shaded lamp.

"I'm the man who's about to make your dreams come true."

"It was just girl talk," Candi, stuttered. She could feel her face flushing. She knew he couldn't see but it was so intense. The thought of this man taking her and doing with her as he wished. She shook her head, she couldn't it would be too embarassing, "No." She said firmly and started to stand.

Hank moved quickly toward her and pushed her back down on thebed, roughly, crawling on top of her before she could gather herself. He straddled her chest, pinning her arms like a schoolyard bully, his full weight keeping her down. "Always in such a hurry, aren't you?" he grinned, holding up a pair of leather cuffs. "We can fix that."

The combination of darkness and this man touching her was over loading her. She could feel him controlling her, she tried to control her response but her eyes were rolling up in her head as he cuffed her as she struggled. She couldn’t give in, it wasn’t right she had to fight. Slowly the lights came on, his eyes bore into her, she lost her breath.

He pulled her wrists over her head to the head board, against her struggles, and lashed them in place with a short length of cotton rope. "NO!" she yelled, trying to pull loose. "Let me GO!"

"Yeah," he said. "That's not going to happen."

Candi heard the sarcasm in his voice and calmed, "You don't understand, I can't let you do this. I just can't." Candi was shocked as he laughed. He laughed, how could he. "This isn't funny." She said starting to get angry.

With her wrists bound, he moved down, catching her ankle as she kicked out, and expertly looping the rope around it and pulling it out the bedpost, where he tied it off. With one leg free there was nothign she could do to stop him from taking her other ankle, spreading her leg, and tying it off to complete the spread eagle.

"No," Candi said firmly. "Stop, now, no more, this has gone to far." She held her head up off the bed looking down at him as he stood looking at her laying there. She felt so exposed even though she was dressed, as if she was naked before him.

He casually walked tot he nightstand, where he opened the drawer and took out a scissors. He held them where she could see and grinned. "Time for some snip, snip," he said, opening and closing he blades.

Candi struggled violently against the padded cuffs holding her to the bed. "No," she screamed, "No, you can't. It's gone to far."
She watched him reached out and hissed at him furious. "No!"

Ignoring her protestations, Wesley began to cut her clothing off, working carefully along the seams. Whether it was for fear that she would be cut, or simply shock at how far he was taking this, he did not know, but he did notice that Candi all of the sudden got very still.

Candi controlled her breath, watching with wide terrified eyes. His movements were slow and percise. He left the clothing laying on her covering her as he freed the last snip. He stood stretched then sat back down beside her and rested his hand on her stomach.

It was a nice flat tummy, and he ran his hand luxuriously over her smooth skin, feeling the tone. She did crunches. Then his attention turned to her breasts, which were covered with a low cut, lacey black bra For now, at least,

Candi could barely breath as he stroked her flesh. She'd watched the material fall away in shock. A moan escaped her lips, her head dropped back as he stroked her again. "I shouldn't," she said breathlessly.

"Candi, relax, you have no choice." He reached and turned pressing something to her lips. Candi opened her mouth to protest and couldn't believe it as he shoved a ball bag in her mouth.

"Mummmfff," she protested.

"Looks good on you," he said, looking down at her. She had a nice body, just as he'd imagined. Big, full breasts, rising and falling now with her anxious breathing. He took her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, noticing how hard it was. "Someone's excited," he smiled.

Candi struggled to learn how to breath wth the gag in her mouth, then he touched her and she forgot how to breath at all.

All her body centered on her nipple and what he was doing to it. Then he started pinching his nails digging in. She gasped loudly but it turned into a long loud moan, garbled by the gag.

He squeezed her nipple harder, smiling down at her as he pulled it away from her body, lifting her breast. "Mmmmmmm he siad - we're going to have some fun with these."

Candi heard the words but she couldn't focus enough to comprehend the words until his finger freed her sensitive flesh. She met his eyes and again resisted by shaking her head.

"Tsk, tsk," he said, and pinched her nipple hard enough that her eyes bugged and she grunted into her gag.

Candi's eyes shut tight as he lifted her breast by the nipple. Suddenly a light stroke of his other hand across her body made her eyes open wide. It was all too confusing. How could such a light carress be so intense when the pain he was causing should overwhelm it?

"You see," he said, pinching one nipple and stroking the other, "I hold it all in my hands, pleasure and pain. And when we're through you won't be able to tell the difference, or at least won't care."

Candi heard the words. The idea that he could control her so completly caused a shiver to run through her body with a violence that she knew he could feel.