She met him in a bar, where she went because she had nothing to do, she was sad and had nowhere to go from the thoughts that haunted her. It was a muscular handsome man, thoroughbred, like a stallion. His raven-black hair fell in waves over his shoulders. The jaws quivered under the stubble of unshaven cheeks. The white T-shirt only emphasized the tan and beautiful body to the best of pumped up muscles. Blue jeans were tight around the narrow buttocks, emphasizing everything that their owner wanted to highlight. He sat at the bar and occasionally with a bored look, cast a glance at the strip show dancers. Kate sat down beside him and lightly touched the stranger's beautiful, as if chiseled hand. He reluctantly turned his head and cut blue blades of cold eyes, jerked his hand away, showing that he was not interested in her person. This offended the girl, and she accepted the challenge. Defiantly, she turned away from the icy handsome man and started a heart-to-heart conversation with a neighbor on the right. He made it clear that he wanted her, and she gave him a chance. He casually touched her leg, but withdrew his hand. Encountering no resistance, he began to act boldly. Until she got tired of her, Kate slapped him in a big way, and after paying the bartender, she went out into the street.
As she approached the car, she heard heavy footsteps behind her. A strong hand rested on her shoulder and turned her around, the blue-eyed handsome man from the bar stood in front of her and smiled. Without saying a word, he pulled the girl to him and pressed his lips to hers, calling for a kiss.
Kate opened her mouth to let him kiss, but as soon as the stranger's lip was in range, she bit her. He recoiled, pushing the stranger away, and pressed his hand over the wound above his upper lip. Kate didn't say a word, got into the car and drove away.
A week passed, and she could not forget him, everything literally fell out of her hands. Through her fault, the company missed a lucrative contract, and she fell out of favor with her superiors. The girl could hardly wait for the next weekend. On Saturday evening she was again in the same bar. Loud music, cigarette smoke, billiard tables and hot bodies of dancers. Kate took a seat at the bar and began to look at the audience, suddenly two heavy hands fell on her shoulders. A hot mouth kissed her neck, and a languid thick bass whispered in her ear: "I want you." The girl relaxed, succumbing to kisses and sexual whispers. Without turning around, she accepted his lustful caresses. Suddenly, strong teeth grabbed her earlobe and bit through, blood flowed, flooding the white blouse.
Kate grabbed her bitten ear and turned around sharply, the black-haired beauties were leaving the bar. She got up and followed him. Caught him at the car. Grabbing his arm, Kate spun the insolent man around with both hands and slammed him back against the van door. From the unexpectedness of what was happening, the stranger did not resist. She pressed a passionate, demanding kiss into his lips, slipping her hands under his shirt and caressing his beautiful, smooth body. He finally came to his senses and hugged her with force, answering the kiss with the same sincere passion. The stranger lifted Kate and carried her to the hood, kissing her all the time. Kate felt him turn on, and internally exulted, feeling the power of power over him. They merged in a single impulse of love and passion. Everything happened quickly and it was like animal sex. Without preludes and games. Kate pushed him away from her, sweaty and panting, and headed for her car.
She thought she was disappointed and fed up with him, but she was wrong and the next time she was again at the bar and everything was repeated, like the first time. Kate was stressed by the fact that she seemed to be playing the game by his rules and she decided to set her own.
Her black-haired stranger was at the bar again, but instead of Kate, a messenger came with the key to the hotel room, the hotel that was nearby. He understood and went there.
Kate was waiting, she was sitting in a dark hotel room, and doubts overcame her. The door creaked open and he silently stepped inside. The young woman hugged him in the dark. The stranger wanted to turn around, but she did not allow him and he obeyed, accepting her rules.
- Do you like the unknown? She whispered into his ear.
No, she didn't need an answer, his actions spoke louder than words. The man stood motionless.
- Do you like darkness? - With this question, Kate blindfolded him with a black silk scarf, overcoming some of his resistance, but so light, almost imperceptible.
Taking his hand, she led him to another room and threw him on the bed. He fell on his back without resistance, obeying her rules. Kate began to unbutton his shirt, kissing the exposed area of his body, then she put her hand on his pants in the fly area and began to stroke his cock through thick denim. The stranger sighed, and held out his hands, trying to find her.
"No," whispered Kate, "put your hands away, not now."
He obediently raised them above his head, meekly accepting her caresses. And she unbuttoned his shirt and began to lick his nipples, gently biting them.
- Do you like games? - Breaking away, she asked.
"Yes," he breathed, answering her for the first time.
Kate removed one sleeve of his shirt from one hand and fastened a handcuff bracelet around his wrist, attaching the other bracelet to the iron headboard. He was worried, but her kisses made him calm down. Kate did the same with the stranger's other hand. Then she slowly unzipped the fly of his jeans and pulled them off, he helped her by lifting her pelvis. The woman left her pants on his legs, only lowering them.
- Do you like danger? she asked again and ran the scissors across his chest. The stranger tensed and tried to break the handcuffs, but said nothing, the muscles on his arms swelled, and his body was covered with goosebumps from contact with cold metal.
- Have you ever experienced fear? - Kate whispered and cut his shorts in the middle, releasing his being out. She lay down on the stranger and ran the scissors over his cheek, he turned away, sharply throwing his head back, but the woman turned her face towards her, with an imperious movement of a strong hand and kissed her. His lips obediently opened, skipping her tongue, their breaths merged, and she felt a movement on her stomach, realizing that she had awakened his beast, Kate slowly pulled away from his lips, and he reached for her, but the hands tied to the iron back did not allow and his head sank into the pillow.
- Do you like being controlled? Kate whispered, and gently took his cock in her hand, she squeezed it in her palm, making the man groan, from the growing desire.
- You are not against submission to a woman? she asked again, a question that needed no answer.
With soft squeezes of her palm, she drove him into a frenzy, the man wheezed with passion, like a driven horse.
- Do you want me?
- Yes, yes, yes - he echoed, - I want you!
Kate jumped on horseback and immediately set a frantic pace. Then, when the "horse" could no longer keep up with her, she slowed down the rhythm of her love dance, hearing his displeased groan. The woman loosened her long brown hair gathered in a bun and sank down on his chest, grabbing his nipple with her teeth, she squeezed the bump hard, making the stranger scream in pain and surprise, and again set the pace, whipping him with her hair. They finished at the same time, strong and prolonged orgasm. He disconnected from everything worldly with an infantile dream, and she left, leaving him, taking handcuffs and scissors with her.
Kate no longer came to the bar, there was no time, and desire, everything she wanted, she already got, she didn’t need more. Day after day flew by, so a month went by.
One day, when she was returning home from the office, she saw her stranger, he was waiting for her, leaning back against the van.
“I missed you,” he said. - And you?
- No! - Ice tone answered Kate.
He tried to hug her, but she pulled away, as if she had closed herself in a shell.
- What I've done? - Frowning, asked the stranger.
Nothing, I just don't need you anymore.
“But you don’t know me, who I am, what I do,” he was discouraged.
- And why, we just fucked, nothing more - she turned around and wanted to leave.
The guy painfully grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, clinging to her lips, but she did not respond to his kiss, remaining indifferent.
- Don't do this to me. - He asked, deviating from her - I want you and dream about you day and night.
"You're hurting me," she said, making no attempt to free herself.
"I'm sorry," he jerked his hands away as if burned, "I didn't mean to hurt you." But tell me why are you doing this to me?
- You want to know?
- Yes!
- There in the bar, you challenged me, and I accepted it, you looked at me like I was an empty place. You pulled your hand away from me like I was sick or ugly, so I decided to show you where you belong.
“You showed,” he lowered his head, “are you celebrating your victory now?”
“No,” she said calmly, “I just keep on living.
"And you don't care what happens to me?" - Quietly asked he.
- Yes! - She answered and, turning slowly walked away from the stranger and the truck.
- Come back! - Quietly he called, - Please, come back.
The first drops of rain fell on his cheeks, mixed with tears of humiliation and resentment, he jumped into the cab of his truck and rushed away from this city to hide in some distant place.
He entered the first bar he came across and sat down at the counter, resentment and anger choking him, he ordered himself a drink.
- Do you like suffering? - whispered a painfully familiar voice and two gentle hands, imperiously wrapped around his neck.