by Measha Stone
“Got booted from the apartment again. Jessica won’t answer her phone cause it’s Thursday, so I headed out. I tried texting you an hour ago- you didn’t answer.”
“My phone sucks.” She yelled over the music. She took note of a tall man making his way through the crowd. His shirt fitted nicely over his biceps that looked more like small bowling balls on his arms than muscles. Dark hair slicked back over his head with gel; she wasn’t keen on hair products on her men- but the pickings looked slim for the evening.
“Not him.” Alex followed her stare to the hot rod- the name he gave guys who tried harder at scoring a night with a girl than at making anything decent out of themselves.
“Why not?” Kelly looked over her shoulder at Alex. The music had taken over her, and she was swaying to the beat. No point in going to a club if you weren’t going to dance, she’d thought.
Alex raised his eyebrows. “I could oil my old bike chain with his head.”
“Who knows! The guy you least suspect could be the guy!” She gave him a smile. “Just look at Jessica.” She pointed out. She left Alex standing alone shaking his head at her sashaying figure as she made her way toward the bar.
Getting to the bar seemed the easiest task of the evening. Getting the bartenders attention was another issue altogether. She flashed her brightest smile, flung her red locks over her shoulder, and thrust her chest out. Nothing. Finally, she leaned against the sticky bar rail and keep an eye on her target. He stood only a few feet away from her sipping his beer. Most guys get their beer and head back to their group. She took this as a sign of his lack of girlfriend.
A long curl blocked her view, and she shoved it back behind her ear, annoyed with her choice of leaving the unruly mess loose for the evening. During this tug of war with her hair, her possible future boyfriend slid down the bar in her direction. She made an attempt again to call the bartender.
“Need a drink?” Her target slid closer to her. She nodded and bit her lip- something she knew men thought to be adorable. “What’s your poison?” She chose to ignore the cheesy line and concentrate on picking her drink. She didn’t like alcohol because she couldn’t hold it well, but she feared ordering a coke would seem prudish at best.
“Captain and coke.” She settled on a drink that she hoped would be the least offending in taste and alcohol. If she let it sit long enough perhaps the liquor would sink to the bottom. He turned away from her to bark out the order. His cologne wafted over her. The cheap, stuffy aftershave reminded her of her grandfather. Not an image she wanted at the moment.
“Here you go.” His smile produced a large dimple in his chin. The two sides of his chin split in half leaving a divot in the middle, close to having a tiny butt on his face. Her shoulders dropped. She thanked him for the drink. He placed a large hand on the small of her back and led her to a table near the dance floor. She sipped at the offending drink and tried to act enthralled with his storytelling. She couldn’t hear anything he said over the music, so she stuck to nodding and smiling.
She nodded herself right into be escorted out of the club with his arm around her shoulders. A look at her watch confirmed it was past midnight. She decided to let him lead her from the club and then ditch him at the cab. Another night wasted.
“Wait here.” He left her in the front of the club while he walked over to a young guy, maybe ten years younger than herself. She took the opportunity to wave down a cab for herself and make her escape. He made his way back to her just as a cab pulled up. “Your leaving?” His face twisted into a mixture of astonishment and disappointment.
“Yeah, sorry, I have a busy day tomorrow-”
“Okay, that’s cool.” She worried his head would be injured from his massive shrug. “My buddy over there just told me about a party. You wouldn’t be interested in anyway.” He opened the door to cab.
“Why?” She put a hand on her hip.
“It’s an S&M party. Not your thing.” He looked her up and down with his eyes, measuring her. She put hand out to hold the door.
“S&M, like BDSM?” Her eyes widened and her grin spread through her body. Finally the man said something interesting, and it was already past midnight. Her nine o’clock chem class would be hard enough to get through at this point, if she stayed out later she might not get there at all.
“Yeah.” He nodded. The cab honked. “You play?” He sounded surprised.
“Well, no, not really. I’ve never been, but- well- would you mind if I tagged along?” She found herself asking. The cabbie yelled for her to get in or close the door. The stud shut the door for her.
“Not at all. C’mon. My car is this way.” She shook her head and pounded on the cab before he took off.
“How about I meet you there.” She hadn’t left all of her sense at home that evening. He looked at her cautiously for a moment then opened the door to the cab. She slipped in. He stuck his head in the front window and gave the address to the cabbie who waved him off and peeled away from the curb. They had wasted enough of his time already.
The house the cab dropped her off at looked quiet. A few lights created shadows in the front of the house giving her the only clues that someone was inside. She looked at her watch and pulled out her phone, thinking to call Alex to come get her. He was probably still out or at least willing to help her when she found herself in stupid situations. A car sped down the street and pulled to curb right in front of her. Her stud leapt out of the car.
“Good you made it!” He smiled as he pressed the button on his keys, the car chirped. He flung his heavy arm over her shoulders and led her up the stairs to the front door.
The door opened as they landed at the top. A man wearing a black polo shirt with a clipboard greeted them. Ted slapped his hand in a hearty handshake and introduced her as his girl. The man made a few marks on his board and stepped out of their way.
Once inside Kelly heard low growls and yelps coming from beneath her feet. The floor vibrated in a subtle fashion and the smell of burning wax filled the air. The living room was void of anything other than the usual furniture, the dining room was much the same way. Ted led her to a door in the kitchen.
He paused with his hand on the door knob and looked back over his large shoulder at her. “Ever been to a dungeon party?” He asked. She shook her head, they’d already covered this at the club. “Stick to me, don’t put your eyes on anyone else, and do as I say while we are here.” His voice thickened as he spoke, his hand tightened on her arm as he flung the door open and he half shoved her into the dark stairwell.
Her hands groped the wall for a railing, but found none. A bright strobe light messed with her depth perception, and she stumbled down the last two steps. Ted caught her before she face planted onto the floor. The sticky floor. The music played too loudly for her to hear her shoes peeling from the floor but she felt every bit of it with each step she took.
Cries and leather snapping crowded her senses. She tried to get her bearings with her surroundings but too many movements made it hard for her to capture the full picture. The walls were painted black. The ground was dark too. The only light she found was the strobe lighting and some white Christmas string lights that hung over pieces of equipment. The equipment looked to her like torture devices. Several women and men were tied to large wooden X’s and bent over benches. Some were dressed, most were not. Other men and women stood behind them with large whips, paddles, and floggers in their hands administering harsh beatings to their counterparts who cried out in pain.
A large hand wrapped around her upper arm and pulled her to another part of the room where oversized pillows were laid out on the floor. “Stay here.” He shoved her onto one of the pillows. She sank into it and continued to look around her.
A woman knelt to her right. A black corset held her naked breasts outward and a
large thick leather collar held her head upright. Her hands were folded behind her back. She appeared content with her position. Her smile held a blissful quality to it as a man d
ressed in jeans and a leather vest bent down to rub his hand along her jaw.
“Here.” Ted thrust a glass into her hand. “Coke.” He explained and drank his own drink while sinking onto the pillow beside her. She sniffed it, no liquor. She gulped it down, keeping her eyes on the goings on around her. People were laughing. Women were led around on chain leashes looking happier than most woman walking down the street holding a man’s hand. The music paused for a minute then started back up again. The strobe lights flickered, but no one seemed to notice.
“Have you ever been spanked?” He leaned over to ask in her ear. The smell of his cheap aftershave made her stomach turn.
“Uh. No.” She shook her head. In truth she hadn’t- not outside her fantasies anyway. The images of a strong man tossing her over his knee, yanking up her skirt, tearing down her panties and delivering hard smacks to her bottom until it was popping with color and her face was covered in tears brought her to many peaks in her alone time play.
“Wanna give it a try?” His eyebrows shot up, and his lips curled into a grin. The strobes flickered again, the music skipped a few beats. Her eyelids drooped, and her lips tingled.
“Try what?” She scratched her elbow then her neck.
“I wanna spank the shit outta you. Your ass is perfect for it.” He wiggled his eyebrows. She laughed. “Now I really want to.” His face changed. His lips tightened around his teeth that looked excessively white from the black lighting in the room. His eyes turned cold and his hands grabbed her again, more harsh than before. He pulled her to her feet, she stumbled as he dragged her through the room. Her head swam, she tried to focus her eyes. Her lips tingled more when she tried to speak. Her feeble attempt to pull free of him was met with laughter as he brought her to a bench.
The leather was moist when it met her face as she was slammed over it. She tried to kick out her legs, but felt his hands on her ankles. Cold metal clicked into place on her ankles then on her wrists. The strobe lighting flickered again. The music paused then started. Her head spun. Her skirt was yanked up over her ass. Hands were on her panties, then a chill air rushed over her bare bottom. She wiggled with little effect. Nothing was clear.
Laughter and cries surrounded her. She couldn’t hear anything. She felt hands on her ass spreading her cheeks. She pulled on her restraints, but didn’t see her hands moving. She opened her mouth to scream but her voice was gone.
The hands were gone. She tried to focus on the loud voices behind her. Music slowed. She tried to look over her shoulder but saw nothing. A smacking sound vibrated in her mind. Darkness crept over her sight. The leather of the bench became soft as she closed her eyes and drifted away.
Secured Heart
Coming Fall 2014