Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence) (2 page)

He kissed her, roughly, lifted his hips for leverage and plunged into her with one stroke. Thrusting deep, he pressed his pelvic bone against her clit, grinding into her body as he moved in and out of her.

Krista felt the pressure in her build until it exploded in waves that coursed through her whole body. She had always wondered why everyone made a big deal out of the ever elusive orgasm, but she’d figured it wasn’t that big a deal. God she had been SO wrong! She screamed her orgasm into his mouth, lifting her hips to grind against him with each convulsion. Krista’s orgasm faded in a myriad of mini convulsions, each thrust pushing another spasm through her body.

Her blood ran cold when someone pounded on the door. What was she doing?

***

Reality struck hard when Damien heard someone knock on the door. How had he gotten so carried away? He was fucking Krista on the bathroom floor. Any shot he had at a relationship with her was gone and he had no one to blame but himself. He’d been waiting for ages and now that his life was stable, he had ruined everything.

She had come into the bar a little over a year ago, dancing the night away in sweats and a tank top. With her hair in a ponytail and no make-up, she was still the sexiest girl in there. He had girls hit on him all the time, plastered in make-up, wearing push-up bras. Krista was just naturally pretty and didn’t have to do a thing to stand out. He’d wanted her from the beginning.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t in a position to start something with her. He had some crazy things happening and it was important for him to get them squared away before he started a relationship first. So he’d bided his time, getting his life in order, hoping she didn’t start dating someone or find a new club to hang at. In the meantime, he’d discovered that her friend Hannah, was dating one of his friends.

At first, he’d just wanted to find out if she was seeing anyone or had any serious prospects. But the more he talked to Hannah about Krista, the more he wanted to. He wanted to know everything. They’d been talking for months before she let it slip one night that Krista had fantasies about being forced.

Damien didn’t know how it had happened, but at some point in the evening, he’d decided to give her a taste of the fantasy and see if she responded. Now he was fucking her on the bathroom floor without even a condom for protection. This was a total disaster. Krista would never forgive him.

The door banged again. “Open up. We’re closed.”

Damien heard Greg call through the door and knew he had to go. He reached up to stroke her face as he pulled out of her. “I gotta go,” he said, as he stood, pulled up his pants and fastened them around his throbbing erection. He didn’t know what else to say so he unlocked the door and walked out.

When the door opened and Greg saw who it was, he broke into a grin. “Lucky fuck!”

“
Shut up, dude,” Damien said quietly, hoping she wouldn’t hear. “Just give her a few minutes and don’t say anything when she comes out. I’m serious.”

“
Whatever you say,” Greg said walking backwards with his hands up. “I just wish I got half as lucky as you.”

The bathroom door opened and Krista glanced over, trying unsuccessfully to get a glimpse of the unknown man. When the door closed, her eyes filled with tears until they leaked from the corners. What was wrong with her? A man had tried to rape her and instead of being upset, she had practically begged for it. Actually, she had begged for it. The truth was – she had never been so turned on. He’d given her the first orgasm she’d ever experienced and it was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. She was twisted

Krista stood slowly, her fingers reaching up to flip the light switch. Squinting in the suddenly illuminated room, she glanced around, looking for her belongings. Her discarded panties were ripped beyond repair. Despite that, she stared at them with a mixture of emotion. It was embarrassing that she was going to walk out of the bathroom with no panties on – that was a given. The surprising part was how impressed she was. He had literally ripped the panties off of her body. Hot…

Krista glanced around trying to find the tiny purse that she always used when she went out dancing. It was in the corner next to the door. When she bent down to pick it up, the knife was laying underneath. She retrieved both items. The knife made of dark wood, an intricate “L” inlaid on both sides in mother of pearl. It was custom.

Krista closed the knife and put it inside her purse, before looking up into the mirror. There was a tiny cut on her neck and a trail of dried blood that ended in a very black drop. It disappeared after a few strokes with a wet paper towel. A quick wash of the rest of her face and several deep, calming breaths fortified her enough to make her exit. As she stepped into a cab and gave the driver her address, her mind drifted – lost in thought.

“
This is crazy,” Krista said to herself with a shake of her head. She couldn’t possibly be considering going back. Her mind was filled with questions - about him, about her, about what, if anything, happened next. The unknown assailant had controlled her like a puppeteer and she had to find out whether or not it was some kind of anomaly in her psyche.

Even more surprising, was what had happened when she arrived home. Krista had taken a shower, and sat on the couch twirling the knife in her hand. With the events of the night replaying in her head, she had carefully drawn the edge of the knife along her thigh before closing the blade and pushing it carefully inside her pussy.

Masturbation had never worked for her before, maybe because she hadn’t known how to orgasm, maybe not. But last night was different. She had held the knife, feeling the wood heat in her hand, the metal cool. It had been closed the entire time, but felt no less dangerous as she drug it along her body, tickling her clit as she imagined her assailant and the things he’d done to her. Over and over she had made herself orgasm until she fell asleep.

What kind of sick shit was that? She had gone from semi-normal to obsessed and depraved in one day. Krista had a feeling the man from the bathroom was the only one that could help her understand. She had to see him again, but really, how are you supposed to stalk a nameless, faceless, would-be rapist? She could only hope that if she went back to the bar, he would find her.

It was nine o’clock and Club 318 had just opened. Krista planned to grab a booth, have a drink and wait. As her eyes went around the room, she took it all in and her heart started to beat a little faster. It was a long shot, but there was a possibility that he’d be here. This was the only place she frequented and he had called her by name. It had to mean something.

Her eyes landed on the sexy bartender she’d been looking for last night. He was stocking the back-up beer cooler, head down, attention focused on his task. With black, wavy hair that fell across his forehead, bright blue eyes, a full mouth and a strong jaw, his face was perfection. Bronze skin and rippling muscles added to the package, making him full out, the sexiest man she had ever seen in real life.

Krista shook her head as if coming out of a daze. He was not why she was here tonight. She walked up to the bar and asked for a vodka with Redbull, vodka to calm her nerves a little and Redbull to keep her awake. Damien stopped what he was doing and began to make her drink.

Krista leaned in conspiratorially. “I have a favor I’m hoping you can help me with,” she said quickly before she lost the nerve. “I am going to be here pretty much all night. I want to ‘reserve’ one of the booths over there in the corner. I’m kind of meeting someone, but I’m not sure when he’s coming.” Krista cringed inwardly at how it sounded as she held up her hands to make the air quotes.

“
I made a little sign and everything. I just need your permission to put it on the table. Is that cool?” She said this all really fast then bit her lip apprehensively.

Damien glanced up, just for a second, groaning quietly as he looked at her. Her bottom lip was clenched in her teeth with her head tilted down. She was looking up at him hopefully, her eyes veiled by thick lashes. He had never seen anything so sexy. God, he wanted her again.

“
Normally I would say no,” Damien said, hoping Krista couldn’t read his wayward thoughts, “but you’re in here all the time, so it’s cool. Just out of curiosity, who are you waiting for?”

Damien looked down at his hands so Krista wouldn’t see the hope that he knew had to be in his eyes. He pretended to be focused on making her drink, a myriad of questions running through his brain.

Krista rubbed her hand on her jeans nervously. What could she say that wouldn’t sound stupid or crazy? “I just met somebody here last night and thought he might come back. No big deal. How much do I owe you?” she asked as he slid the drink across the bar.

“
On the house,” Damien said. “You’re the first customer of the night. Go stake out your table.”

“
Thanks,” she said, smiling as she picked up her glass and walked away.

Krista sipped her drink, sliding into the booth. She pulled the little card that said ‘Reserved’ out of her purse and put it on the table. Nervously twiddling her fingers, she thought about her previous sexual experiences. She had never been able to get anywhere close to an orgasm until a stranger tried to rape her.

That was not normal. Why would her response yesterday be so amazing if she wasn’t at least partially into this kind of thing? Maybe she just hadn’t known. More importantly – if this was how she was wired, what else was she into? What else did she not know? She didn’t think she could answer the questions by herself.

Damien saw Krista get up and head toward the back hallway where the restrooms were located. She had been fiddling with his knife for the last half an hour, spinning it around on the table. He had to find out what she was really doing here. Had she come to confront him? Had he misread everything and she was upset? Either seemed equally possible.

“
Hey buddy,” Damien said to his friend, Greg, the other bartender. “Watch the bar for me, alright?”

“
Again? Man, you just got some last night,” Greg said enviously.

“
It’s not like that,” Damien said running his hand through his hair. He looked down at the erection clearly protruding from his pants. “Well mostly not anyway.” He had been thinking about her all night, sitting there, waiting for him. “Just cover for me, okay?”

“
Yeah, yeah. Don’t take too long,” Greg said with a smile.

“
I owe you one,” Damien said.

“
Dude, you owe me like ten,” Greg said with a laugh.

Damien walked back to the hallway, but didn’t go into the bathroom this time. Instead, he walked to the end of the hall and flipped the light switch near the administrative office. Krista had really gotten off on not knowing who he was and the lack of lights might keep the club patrons out of the hallway. He stood next to the door of the restroom and waited for her to come out. He hadn’t seen anyone else go in, but that didn’t mean anything.

Krista had waited in the bathroom for ages, hoping that the mysterious “L” would come. After ten minutes, she gave up. Shoulders sagging with disappointment, she opened the door and walked out into pitch darkness. The lights were off, but the music was still playing loudly. Strange.

“
Hello,” Krista called out. “Is anybody there?”

Krista felt her heartbeat speed up and her palms start to sweat as she stood in the dark, waiting. This couldn’t be a coincidence. It was him.

“
I’m here, Krista,” Damien said softly as he walked up behind her, putting his hands lightly on her shoulders. “The question is – why are you here? I didn’t think I would see you again – at least not so soon.”

“
I-I don’t know,” Krista whispered. “I think I’m going crazy. I couldn’t stay away. I tried to, but everything has gone topsy turvy in my brain. What did you do to me?”

“
Did you like it?” Damien asked what he thought was the most important question. Everything came down to the answer to this question.

Krista had tried fighting it last night, unsuccessfully. Maybe honesty would provide a few answers.

“
You know I never had an orgasm before last night? And after I left? I masturbated for hours, with your knife – wicked, twisted fantasies circling around in my brain. I couldn’t sleep for hours. My brain wouldn’t shut off. I don’t even know your name, but I came here, hoping to see you. I even considered putting an ad on Craigslist –
Turned out freak seeking would be rapist from bathroom encounter at Club 318. Addicted. Need more.
”

Damien laughed, then pictured her stroking his knife against her body, around her nipples, against her clit. His cock pulsed inside his pants. This was going to be harder than he thought. “What kind of fantasies,” he said softly in her ear.

Krista’s breath caught in her throat and her lower lip started to quiver. She bit down on it trying to calm herself. Should she tell him? Could she tell him?

“
I don’t know,” she whispered, taking the easy way out. “It was all weird. Nothing I would ever actually do…”

“
How do you know?” Damien said as his hands left her arms and settled on her hips, pulling her against his body. “Maybe you would enjoy those things.”

Krista took a deep breath as Damien slid his hand under her shirt and cupped her breast. She knew should stop him, but couldn’t seem to convince her mouth to speak the words. A hard pinch of her nipple tore a cry from her throat. Pleasure mingled with pain and hummed along the invisible string between her breasts and her pussy.