The last rays of the blazing fireball in the sky were dancing among the clouds, painting them with peach, rose, purple, and golden tones. Alán stirred from his slumber and rose to face a new night. He decided to venture to a new bar and watch some new faces for a change. As the sky dimmed and the colors bled into darker hues he found his new observatory. He bought the same drink he bought at every bar or club he visited, a single glass of house red wine. He made his cursory inspection of the premises and alighted upon a stool by the wall and began watching. This bar was different from his usual clubs; more “normies” than he was used to. His typical haunts were gay bars, goth clubs, and rave scenes. The change in atmosphere and clientele left him slightly uncentered.
“Will you wear my hat?” the slightly intoxicated woman slurred as she maneuvered close enough into Alán’s personal space that she was rubbing and grinding her crotch on his leg without trying.
She offered him her ball cap, placing it tentatively atop his head. Alán shrugged, “Sure, I guess,” and politely smiled.
He mused to himself, “My game is off. I should’ve been all but invisible to these people.”
“Are you single?” the woman asked.
She was cute, with short, straight, dirty blonde hair in a tomboy variant of a pixie cut. Her nose was small, with a slightly upturned tip. She looked to be in her early 30s, maybe late 20s. She continuously bumped and rubbed her crotch against his legs as she leaned in close to talk to him.
Alán wasn’t sure what to make of this intoxicated woman. “Define ‘single’,” he smirked at her.
“Will you hug me? I need a hug,” she replied and threw her arms around him. Alán returned the embrace with a friendly, “stranger-in-need” hug. “No. C’mon. A REAL hug,” she continued, and pressed in closer; grinding against his leg and squeezing him harder.
Alán returned the hug in earnest, pulling her body tight against his own. He enjoyed this woman blatantly throwing herself at him.
“Can I kish you?” she slurred pressing her mouth toward his.
Alán responded by giving her a deep kiss, teasing her lips and tongue with his teeth.
She broke from the embrace, smiling, “You’re a biter.”
“Oh yes, I definitely am,” Alán grinned and leaned in for another kiss.
Their lips met and she started returning the bites and nips at his tongue and teeth. She was remarkably adept considering her apparent level of inebriation.
When their mouths again parted she smiled coyly at him, “I bet you’re a choker too. What’s your name?”
“Alán. What’s yours?”
“Kaye. Can I take a picture with you?” she asked as she shifted her phone into “selfie mode” and took several pictures of the two of them. She made kissy faces and posed; pretending to lick Alán’s face. “What’s your number?”
She enters it into her phone as Alán recites it. Alán’s phone starts ringing. “Hello,” he says into his phone while smiling at Kaye.
“Hello, Alán!” she replies, smiling back at him.
Alán hangs up and adds her as a contact.
She moved in for another round of lip biting and tongue dancing before she abruptly walked away. Alán watched her as she worked her way through the bar, flirting with almost everyone, men and women alike. She greeted each one as if they were old friends and lovers. She did not linger nearly as long with any of them as she had with Alán, however.
Alán regained his composure and blended back into the scenery. He watched Kaye more than the other clientele for the rest of the night. She never came back over to him, but she frequently appeared to be lost and looking for someone or something. Alán smiled to himself.
At the end of the night, Alán approached Kaye, stood behind her, and whispered in her ear, “Kaye, you should be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.”
Kaye spun around uneasily but smiled when she saw that it was Alán. “I knew I’d see you again,” she laughed.
“What do you want, Kaye? You woke a sleeping beast and that beast is thirsty now.”
“Alán! Look at you getting all dark and creepy. You were precious before and I wanted to fuck your innocence away. But now, I want you to fuck mine away. Damn!”
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. Their mouths joined in unison, lips and tongues being bitten, sucked and explored in a chaotic synergy. Alán kissed Kaye’s lower lip, then chin. He worked his way up her jawline, kissing and gently nipping, to her ear. When he bit and sucked on her earlobe, she let out a moan. “Shall we abscond to a more private locale, or do you want me to take you right here in the bar?” he whispered in her ear.
“My place,” she gasped and led him out the door; her knees noticeably wobbly.
Kaye walked briskly, almost a run, leading Alán to her apartment. She opened the door and started trying to run up the stairs, but Alán held her back, still at the threshold.
“What? I thought you wanted this?”
“Are you going to invite me in?”
“Pfftt, what are you? Some kind of vampire or something?” she laughed.
Alán just stood there staring up at her with his piercing eyes.
“Fine. Would you like to come in? I am inviting you into my house,” she exasperated, the last ten syllables uttered in staccato, sarcastically.
Alán calmly walked through the doorframe, closing the door behind him. He picked Kaye up in a cradle carry and sprang up the stairs. “Which is your room? he asked.
Startled into silence, Kaye just nodded in the general direction, mutely indicating the third door on the left.
Alán carried her down the hall and allowed her to open the door to her bedroom. After he entered, he kicked the door shut behind them with a slam. Crossed the small room and threw her onto the bed. She simply lay there in anticipation of being ravaged. Alán cast about the room and saw, on the closet door, several silken scarves.
“Now, my dear, you shall see what it means to get what you ask for when you awaken the sleeping hunger,’ Alán grinned at her.
“Oh, yes! Tie me up! PLEASE!” she cried out and flung herself spread eagle across the bed.
Alán laughed and began tying Kaye’s wrists to the headboard. When he started working on her ankles, she tested the knots at her wrists and found herself completely secured. Alán surveyed her clothing, took a knife from his pocket, and opened it. “These don’t look terribly expensive, I’ll take you shopping tomorrow. Is any of it terribly sentimental?”
Her eyes grew wide at the realization of what he intended. “N-no. Nothing s-s-sentimental,” she choked out, half in fear; half in eager anticipation.
Alán took the knife and ran the blunt edge of the blade along her cheek, she shuddered as the cold steel brushed her skin. Alán twisted the blade a half turn to guide the flat of the blade along her chin, across her throat, and down to her chest. He flipped the edge of the knife toward her t-shirt at the neck and slid it straight down her chest, slicing the fabric away, sawing a little when he reached her bra, but eventually, her chest and midriff were bare. Alán quickly cut through the sleeves and flayed the shirt open, spread across the bed. Kaye shivered with anticipation and arched her back a bit.
Alán bent to her belly and began licking and kissing her stomach and waist. He traversed her naked flesh with his mouth, exploring every inch with his tongue, lips, and teeth. He lingered at her left breast and bit the nipple firmly as she squealed with pleasure. Alán bit firmly all around her breast and suckled as he went. He left a trail of hematomata, from the burst vessels, in his wake. He repeated the marking trail on her right breast, again he started with the nipple, moved to the areola, and then to the rest of the breast last. Kaye squirmed with delight and passion. She was inflamed with desire.
Alán climbed on top of her and leaned into her body, his face nuzzled into her neck. He began to nibble her neck and bit a little more firmly with each bite. With one final CHOMP, he sank his teeth into her flesh and suckled deeply. He drank from her until his thirst had been sated. Kaye moaned and writhed under him.
Alán reached to her waist and unbuckled her belt. As he removed it from her pants loops he growled, “This will come in handy later.”
Kaye mumbled and nodded assent, her head reeled. She was aware of what was happening and she craved it. “Oh, gods, yes, any-anything, everything. I want it all. Take me!” she managed to stammer.
Alán stood then retrieved the knife. He started cutting away her pants from her ankles up to her waist. He played the knife, gently, all around the edges of her underwear, with a devilish smirk. She wriggled at the touch. “Careful, Kaye, this is the blade playing at your flesh now,” he commanded.
She went still and silent, a slight look of panic tinting her otherwise ecstatic face. “OK, we’ll take these now,” he said and flipped the blade around to slice through the fabric.
He stood back and admired her naked body then returned to the bedside. He used the blunt edge and the tip of the knife to gently trace whorls and patterns across her flesh, with only the slightest bit of pressure. His knife play left thin white scratch marks all over her body. “Please, please, please. Fuck me, fuck me, please,” she begged.
“As you wish.”
Alán stripped off his shirt, pants, and underwear so that he was as exposed as she was. She saw his erect phallus pop free as he pulled off his underwear.
He slashed the bindings from her feet and hands. She threw her arms around him and pulled him to the bed. They rolled over so that she was on top of him. She ground her pelvis against his. Her wetness, slick and slippery, glided along his hard staff. She rocked back and forth for several strokes before reaching between her legs and grabbing his cock to guide it inside her. Alán bucked his hips and thrust deep as soon as her labia parted enough to allow access to her waiting tunnel. Her body was ready and her nerves overstimulated. She rode him steadily until the first crest of orgasmic pleasure was ready to break. Then thrashed wildly upon his prick through her crashing waves of orgasms. The intensity continued to grow until she collapsed into his chest as one final burst of ecstatic zing coursed through her body.
Kaye lay there upon Alán’s chest, his erection still deep inside her, shivering and shuddering with aftershocks. Alán focussed on his blood regulation and willed the blood to flow out of his penis and back through his system. His staff, now limp, flopped out of her. She quivered again, “Oh my god! That was amazing. Did you cum, too? I couldn’t tell. I was a bit out of it. Oh shit. No condom. I totally forgot. Fuck it. It’s ok. I’m on the pill and I tested clean. Please tell me you’re clean too,” she started rambling at him.
“Shh, everything is alright. There is nothing to worry about,” he replied and stared into her eyes.
“Right,” she answered in a hypnotic daze, “Nothing to worry about.”
Alán broke eye contact and rolled Kaye off his chest. He climbed out of the bed and started to dress. “Wait,” she called, “aren’t you going to stay a while? Maybe a second round? Breakfast in the morning? What about shopping? You said we’d go shopping tomorrow!”
“We will. I expect that we will be seeing quite a lot of each other. But, I have other business to attend to before then. You are in my phone Kaye and I am in yours. I will see you tomorrow night. Call me after 7.”
He turned to the door and walked away.