artwork by MenchiMenagerie
Evie finds herself bound, gagged and vulnerable in the possession of a sinister man.
She doesn’t yet know what this is all about…but the intrigue has her curiosity piqued.
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Since Laressa and Elle were busy working on some ‘project’ together (uh-huh, who does ‘research and development’ on a Friday night?), I decided to strike out on her own for a night on the town and, or as I like to say, ‘see what kind of trouble I can get up to.’
I wasn’t in the mood for hanging out in my usual haunts, which often meant fending off half-drunk suitors, brawling in a bar fight, or waking up in an attractive stranger’s bed. Or, usually, all of the above.
So I decided to head uptown to mingle with some high-society types. That meant getting all dolled up in the latest fashion and in my favorite colors – courtesy of Laressa, of course – and some sexy high heels.
I approached a very exclusive establishment with a bit of a queue. Avoiding eye contact with the well dressed would-be patrons in line, I headed straight for the door, the clicking of my heels on the sidewalk drawing the doorman’s attention.
He eyed me up and down, trying to maintain a gruff demeanor and suppress his grin at what he saw. Acknowledging the grumbles of the people queuing behind the velvet rope, he half heartedly asked if I had ‘a VIP pass or sumpin’ like dat.’
I smiled at him, then did a slow turn so that he could see me from every angle. “I’m a single girl, here on my own.” I gave him a smile and a wink. “You think your bosses will complain if you let me in?”
He laughed. “I see. Mind if’n I pat you down? For uh, weapons an’ stuff?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I cooed back.
A moment of subtle groping and fondling later, during which I giggled and squirmed appropriately, he ushered me inside. The objections from the queue were much more subdued after our little display.
Once inside, I quickly lost myself in the music and dancing and the crush of the crowd. I had no shortage of attention from both men and women who wanted to dance with me and offer me drinks. I accepted a select few of each – women, men, and drinks – and carefully walked the line between letting loose and keeping my wits about me.
Through the crowd, I kept catching glimpses of a handsome man sitting off to the side, watching. He was well-built, well-dressed, with well-kept salt-and-pepper hair – appearing a bit older than I might usually prefer. His features remained partially in shadow, but that just made him all the more intriguing.
I made eye contact a few times, intermittently, and gave him a warm inviting smile, but he never reacted, never moved, never approached. But he also never broke eye contact, staring with steely gray-blue eyes that made me feel exposed and rooted to the spot all at once.
The next time I glanced back toward him, he was gone. Surprised and disappointed, I looked around somewhat wildly before reclaiming my composure. ‘Calm yourself, Evie,’ I muttered. Whoever he was, it wasn’t meant to be. I had plenty of other prospects who would happily entertain me for the rest of the night.
Abruptly, two burly men flanked me and took hold of my upper arms. “Excuse me, miss,” one said while leaning close to my ear to be heard over the crowd. “It would seem you’re not a member here, and we’ve been asked to escort you out.”
“Not a member?” I scoffed. “I’ve danced with enough of your members and they’ve bought me enough drinks to pay for a membership. You should be paying me.”
“Just the same, miss,” his partner leaned in, giving my bicep a squeeze. He actually looked down at his hand as if surprised by how solid and wiry my muscles were. “We, uh, don’t want to do this the hard way.”
My usual retort would have been that ‘I like doing this the hard way,’ but I didn’t want to cause a scene. I allowed them to lead me off the dance floor, but instead of heading to the front door, they led me toward the back.
We exited the club through a door that led to a darkened alley. I’d like to say that it was the first time I’d been tossed out of an establishment into an alley, but that wouldn’t quite be accurate.
They didn’t toss me onto the ground, though. They dragged me toward a waiting carriage instead, and that’s when I began to resist them. Had I been in my usual skinsuit and gear, fighting them off and escaping a two-on-one would have been easy for me. In a dress and high heels, it usually would have been only slightly more challenging.
But after a number of drinks and the fact these guys were bigger and stronger than your average goons, I soon found myself on the floor of the inside of the carriage, with the two of them trying to hold me down and bind me. After cracking one’s nose, they decided to pin me down with their weight. And after burying a stiletto heel into one thug’s thigh, my heels were stripped away.
Before long they accomplished the inevitable, binding my wrists behind my back and lashing my ankles together. When that did little to slow my will to resist, they added ropes around my thighs and hips, and pinned my arms to my body with restraints above and below my chest.
An attempt to bite one resulted in a wad of cloth stuffed in my mouth and another pulled over my face from nose to chin. Finally, they decided I was subdued and restrained enough that they got off me and slowly exited the carriage, groaning and nursing their injuries.
It was only then that I noticed I was not alone in the carriage. Looking up at the rear seat, I saw a familiar shape in the near-darkness looming over me. The man leaned forward into the light from the window just enough for me to see his silvery hair and piercing blue-gray eyes.
I gave a half-hearted murmur into the gag and a perfunctory struggle for his benefit. I knew that thanks to my training, I could escape the sloppy ropework of the goons and fight my way out of the carriage again. But now I was intrigued to see where this might be going.
“I wonder,” he began, looking down at me bound and vulnerable on the floor of his carriage, “what exactly it was you came looking for tonight.” He didn’t exactly phrase it as a question, more of a statement as if he were scrutinizing and evaluating me.
My face suddenly felt flushed and a warmth flooded through my body from somwhere deep in my core. I wasn’t at all surprised that my body was reacting with arousal and excitement from my ‘predicament.’ After all, this in many ways was what I came looking for tonight.
I think he sensed that, too, because he called for his driver to ‘take us home,’ and sat back in his seat with a smug grin. “I also wonder,” he continued with a glint in his steely eyes, “if you’ll leave as satisfied as I will, now that you’ve found it.”
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