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Author's Note: Thank you for reading my work! Comments are always welcome. If you've read some of my other stuff you may recognize a recurring theme - I sort of call it, "The First Time Tied" theme. It's a button for me, I guess. The first time she gets tied up, the first time she surrenders, the first time she becomes helpless. I hope you enjoy this one! ~ Toran
"I think I like to be spanked." Stacey laughed, long and loud, and were I not so bombed on the steady supply of Pale Ale I would have thought she was just another Friday Night Flyer – a girl who well and truly tied one on come Friday night. Her girlfriends had long since gone, giving me an appraising look, albeit through their own Mojito colored gazes and warning Stacey about drinking too much with a stranger.
She took another sip from her fourth Mojito (four since I had slipped into the open seat next to her at the bar) and leaned over, whispering in my ear, "I said, I think I like to be spanked." She pulled back and looked at me with sparkling eyes that said that even though she was drunk, this wasn't bullshit, that this was one of her dark secrets. "On the butt," she added. Then laughed again.
I smiled a wicked smile – I wasn't sure where I had lost the direction of our conversation, which until now had included her job, her cats, and her last boyfriend. "Which cheek?"
She twirled the switzer stick in her Mojito, the mint leaves swirling against the stacks of ice. "Both of them."
Rob Zombie had just kicked in, heavy drums and bass bouncing off the walls of the tiny corner bar - surely an assault on the ears of anyone still sober. But that wasn't a problem. At 1:30 in the morning, no one in the place was sober, including the barkeeps who had hopped on the slow train of Jager Bombs a few hours back. I leaned back on the barstool, glancing at Stacey in the mirror behind the bar, images of things to come dancing in my head.
"Now why would you want to tell me that, Stacey?" I was sure no one in the close vicinity could hear our conversation so I let it play out a little more. One has to be sure, of course.
"We were telling our secrets, weren't we?" Her brow furrowed, then she laughed again. "Or was that just me? I've got to stop doing that!"
I drained my last Pale Ale and tossed a wad of bills on my tab. "Want to find out?" I asked Stacey's mirrored image behind the bar.
She was looking back at me through the mirror. "Find out what?"
"Whether you do like to be spanked or not." I grinned at her image.
Her eyes seemed to sparkle and I briefly wondered if that was just an illusion cast by the Guinness light display on the wall behind her reflecting through the mirror. Her mouth pursed in speculation. "I don't know..."
"It was nice to meet you, Stacey. Maybe next time." I got up, finding my legs still worked after all the Pales. I made it to the door, a slow, painful process with so many couples and groups packed into the place, when I felt her hand on my arm.
"Maybe tonight," she said in my ear, above the roar of Zombie's voice, and I smelled sweet mint.
I took her arm when we got outside and directed her to a dark alcove near the front door – at this time of night most of the traffic on the street was gone and I had a few good seconds of alone-time with her. I pulled her into the dark nook and pulled her against me and took her lips with mine by storm. She moaned into my mouth and kissed me back with abandon. I cupped her ass and pulled her tighter to me and her hands were ripping through my hair.
Pushing her away, I whispered, "Let's go," and pulled her along behind me. The October air was crisp and sobering but she let me lead her to my car. "Let me get something first." I felt her eyes on me as I opened the passenger side door and straightened with something in my hands.
"What's this?" She eyed the small coil of rope in my hands.
I smiled. "Just to make sure you can't get away."
Her eyes were focused on the ropes. "What if I promise not to get away," was what she said and I knew that we were playing the same game.
"I don't take promises." I leaned into her and tentatively kissed her. She leaned forward into me and kissed me fully, without question. A couple exited the bar and walked past us and Stacey pulled away, blushing in the harsh parking lot lights.
We waited for the couple to find their car in silence but I took the opportunity to softly stroke her arms and shoulders as we clung together. The couple gone in their sports car, Stacey turned back to me for another kiss. I pulled back and shook my head. Her eyes darted past mine and I knew she was thinking about what I had in my hands.
"Come here," I whispered, my hands going around her waist to the small of her back as I pulled her close for another kiss. She began to wrap her hands around my neck but I pulled them down and behind her back. I felt her slow her tongue in my mouth as I deftly folded one wrist over the top of the other behind her back – it was no small feat, tying her hands behind her while embracing and kissing her, but I had practice. And she didn't fight. In fact, I felt her melt into me as the ropes slipped around both wrists and were cinched tight, trapping her arms behind her.
Another couple walked through the lot and Stacey began to pull away, nervous, but I had her tied hands in mine behind her back and I wouldn't let her go and this time, I devoured her lips as the couple walked past.
"How will I drive now?" She asked, testing the ropes, looking at me with eyes that were somewhere between aroused and nervous – I didn't know her from Adam but some looks were universal.
"I guess you're coming with me."
She struggled a little. "I don't know..."
"Hold on a second." I reached into her purse.
"Hey! What-"
"What's the phone number of one of your friends," I asked, flipping open her cell.
She frowned for a second, then gave me a number, which I punched in. "What are you doing?"
I pulled my wallet out and fished around for my driver's license, all the while holding the cell to her ear. "Tell her that you are ok and that you're going for drinks at my place." I showed her the ID so she could read the address.
"Hello, Heather?" She paused. "No, I'm fine. I just wanted to call and let you know that I hooked up with that cute guy at the bar. We're going back to his place." I held the ID closer to her face but she shook her head, a mischievous smile touching her eyes. "OK, Heather, call you in the morning."
I flipped the cell shut and shook my head slowly. "Bad girl. Trusting a stranger like that."
"I let you tie me up, stranger. I have to trust you, right?"
I helped her slip into the passenger's seat. "What if I'm a bad stranger?" I leaned in and kissed her, long and slow, savoring her mint and vodka breath. When I pulled away and drew the seatbelt snug across her, taking a soft caress of her breasts as I adjusted the belt, she sighed heavily.
"You aren't a bad stranger. Not yet, anyway."
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