Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence) Read Free

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.

 
     
Chapter 2
     
     
     
    “ 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,