Bound - Volume 1 (A BDSM Erotic Short) Read Free

and down, “I’d take my chances at the plate and worry about labels in the morning.”
    “You’re adorable,” Krista said, kissing him on the cheek.
    “Yeah, yeah,” Brian said, nodding towards the open door.   “You might want to be careful on the dance floor, lest you flash that curvy ass of yours.”
    “I wore a sexy thong, just in case,” Krista whispered in his ear, laughing as she walked through the door.  
    Krista surveyed the room letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. It was eleven o’clock, and the club was already busy. The bass was booming – a hard, steady beat that stirred her blood. She couldn’t wait to dance away the stress of the week. It was at the top of her list – after she made eyes at the sexy bartender, of course.
    Krista pushed through the throng of people around the bar. But when she reached the counter, her favorite bartender was nowhere to be seen. Disappointed, she ordered a drink from the other guy and laid a five on the counter.
    “Never should have spent a whole hour getting ready,” she said to herself when she realized Damien wasn’t working that night.
    Krista finished her drink in one long gulp and danced into the center of the floor. She let the music move her. Winding sensuously, her body caressed the air around her, seduction shimmering as sweat beaded on her skin.  She didn’t know why, but her personality seemed to morph into that of a temptress – seductive and sexy, when she danced.
    Five drinks and several lame come-ons later, the bathroom beckoned.   Krista moved towards it and figured she’d leave afterwards.  If she hurried, she could beat the rush of drunken yuppies, maybe even find a cab. She glanced over at the bar, shaking her head at the stragglers crowded around the bar trying to get their last calls.
    She pushed open the door and was making her way through the dimly lit room when a hand came around her mouth and a knife pressed against her throat. Krista sobered instantly.   Her heart beat doubled, adrenaline rushing through her body as the assailant pushed her into the wall near the door.
    “Hello, Krista,” the man whispered, his voice deep and husky.
    Random thoughts raced through her brain. Who was he? Was his voice familiar? How did he know her name?
    “Your timing is perfect,” he said softly. “We should have plenty of time to get to know each other.”
    Fear made her heart drop into her stomach.  There was only one thing he could want. 
    “I’m going to let go of your mouth now, Krista,” he said.   “If you are quiet, I won’t hurt you. But if you scream, things will get very – unpleasant. Nod if you understand.”
    Krista nodded.   Her eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners.
    “Good girl,” the attacker whispered as he let go of Krista’s mouth. His breath was warm as it blew across her ear, creating a tiny shiver that snaked down her spine. Without warning, he grabbed her breast and squeezed it roughly, drawing a hiss from between her teeth.   She was embarrassed to feel her nipples harden at his touch. “Now reach up slowly and lock the door.”
    “Please don’t hurt me,” Krista whispered, terrified. “Let me go and I’ll never tell a soul.”
    “There’s no fun in that,” he said. “I’ve seen you dance. You’re like liquid sex and I’ve wanted you for ages. The waiting has been so hard.”
    “To talk to you,” he said softly.
    “Touch you,” he whispered, as his lips brushed her ear.
    “Taste you,” he said, letting his lips close around her earlobe.
    His voice dropped lower and seemed to take all of her senses with it, “To fuck you.”
    Krista felt her pussy throb, his words sending an electrifying thrill through her system. She knew it had been a long time since she had been with anyone, but she had to have better taste than some whack job rapist in a dirty bathroom.
    “It has been torture,” the man continued, “wondering what your pussy will taste like on my tongue, how