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“Yes, I’ll be ready in a second!”, she shouted. Sasha was already standing at the door of the apartment and had complained that she was too late, as always – actually. “We wanted to be there in time for the seventies party!”
“I know, forgive me”, was her simple answer to her. “I really only need five more minutes, I promise.”
“It’s fine. I’ll take another sip of your wine”, Sasha mumbled and disappeared into the kitchen.
It felt like an eternity for her to decide on an outfit. She hadn’t been partying since breaking up with her long-term boyfriend. Sasha had to do a lot of persuading before she eventually agreed. A strange feeling had spread inside her. What did she expect tonight, and what did she expect from this night? She had been plagued by this uncertainty all week long. On the one hand, there was no longing to catch up on all the experiences that she hadn’t had in recent years. On the other hand was the longing for her sweatpants and the sofa. She wasn’t really sure what would be best to do after the breakup. The lack of self-confidence, which had vanished into thin air after the breakup, was also not entirely irrelevant.
“Now stop brooding like that Mikasa, that has no positive effect on the men you could tame tonight”, Sasha laughed and took the last sip of the wine from her glass, put it on the edge of the bathtub and grabbed her friends’ hand. “Let’s go at last, you won’t get any prettier.”
“But just to make it clear, I’m not going to leave with a guy tonight.”
“We’ll see about that later, dear. Now come. Otherwise we don’t even need to leave anymore.”
On the train, they talked about the past working week. The latest gossip from Sasha’s, otherwise very dreary everyday office life, and the funniest stories of the last few days from Mikasa’s kindergarten group. The conversation shortened the rather long ride immensely. But that wasn’t the only distraction. Again and again, she noticed the looks of a handsome young man who was sitting a few rows in front of them. He seemed to be out with his friends, because he was chatting very animatedly with three other boys who shared the four seats with him. The green eyes didn’t allow any conclusions to be drawn about his character, but she liked the hear right away. During the 30-minute drive, their eyes met again and again, and she couldn’t help but smile embarrassed.
“Mikasa, come! We have to get off, otherwise we will miss continue driving to the final stop. Stop dreaming and come. Come on, now!”
“Sorry, I was distracted.”
“I noticed who was distracting you. But we’re getting out now, come!”
The cool air at the train stop forced her back into reality and she concentrated entirely on her friend’s stories. After a short walk down the street, they arrived at the club. They lined up and had to wait a while before it was their turn to check the entrance. She didn’t receive a stamp for joining the club in ages.
For a brief moment, she felt like she did when she and her girls went from one club to another until she met Colt. With this thought, the positive feelings were blown away.
“I’ll go somewhere for a moment, then we can make the dance floor unsafe, okay?” She nodded and Sasha disappeared in the direction of the toilets. Only a little later, the friends stood on the dance floor and shook off all their worries. A wonderful feeling eventually overcame her when she realized that the world was open to her. No man waiting for her at home and no one asking when she would be back and whether she had thought of dinner. She enjoyed the following songs from the seventies and eighties parties with an entirely new, unfamiliar freedom.
The evening took its course and passed unnoticed into the late night.
During the course of the best hits from the nineties, Sasha went back to the bar to get drinks. She came back with a Dark & Stormy for her, a wine for herself and two guys in tow. She introduced them to each other. “Mikasa, that’s Floch and Connie. They bought us drinks this round, isn’t that nice?” She nodded and shook their hands without really taking notice of the young men, thanked them for the drink and joined the group’s small talk. “Ima go have a smoke”, Floch said, “does anyone wanna come with me?”
“No, thanks”, Sasha said. “We’re non-smokers.”
“Well, actually”, she interrupted her. “I’m in the mood for a cigarette. I’ll go with you.”
He went straight to the smoking area, while Sasha held her by the arm and whispered with a smile, “I thought you stopped smoking? Well, it doesn’t matter, you’re old enough. Is it okay for you to go home alone later? I think Connie and I will disappear together.”
“Of course”, she replied. “It’s not an issue, just take care of yourself – you don’t even know him.” She kissed her on the cheek, wished her a beautiful night and slipped through the crowd to the smoking area.
She was a bit disappointed, but she didn’t want to admit it. Actually, she had expected a girls’ evening and not to be left sitting. Well, whatever.
She accepted Floch’s cigarette with a thanks. With a practiced movement of his hand, he gave her the fire she needed. “Your friend is pretty lively”, he tried to get the conversation going.
“Yes, she can do that pretty well”, she replied. “Her head is always ten paces further than her body. Then there are often hectic situations, but that is what defines her. You can have a lot of fun with her. - Unless she meets a guy and just disappears. That happened before.”
“Oh dear, that almost sounds as though she had just left you.”
“You can say that, yes. She disappeared with this Connie.”
“I’m very sorry for you”, he lied, “Do you mind if I go in briefly and intercept them? I still have Connie’s car keys in my pocket.”
“Just do it. I’ll wait here and finish smoking, in peace.”
She looked after Floch and took a deep drag on her cigarette. She hadn’t smoked in so long that she had to cough. The next puff didn’t get any better and she gasped. Even a long sip of her drink didn’t make it any better. When she had finished the cigarette a few minutes later and finished the drink, Floch had not come back. The smokers came and went, but he never reappeared.
Disappointed, she left the smoking area and, despite the music, went to the cloakroom to pick up her jacket when someone suddenly put a hand on her shoulder from behind, and turned her around. She was counting on Floch, or at least Floch, turned around and froze in surprise. In front of her stood the man from the train, with the green eyes. “I hope you didn’t want to leave already? That would be a shame, I was just about to take you out for a drink. You like cocktails with ginger beer, I’ve heard”, he smiled at her with a wink.
She had been so disconcerted by this smile that she was not at all surprised how the handsome man knew that, but simply nodded wordlessly. He took her by the hand and led her to the bar.
Once there, it was difficult to get to the bartender among all the other thirsty club-goers. She was standing right at the bar and the strange man pressed himself against her body from behind. She liked what she felt. Under the gray shirt he was wearing, a well-trained body pressed against her back. “Would you like to try a Moscow Mule?” He dragged her out of her imagination. “Um, yes – gladly.” She knew the cocktail and enjoyed drinking it; the spiciness of the ginger beer always counteracted the alcoholic effect quite well, and she also liked the taste interplay of ginger and lime.
With their drink and a beer, they left the crowd in front of the bar and looked for a space on the dance floor. The hourly changing chart had reached the 2010s, Many songs from her youth were playing and she was able to sing along to every one of them. The fifth drink that evening did the rest. The strange man watched her for a while until he suggested a smoke break. “Why not”, she replied with a smile on her face.
The cold of the night hit her face and for a brief moment, she felt the alcohol in her body and became dizzy. But after a few deep breaths, she felt sober again. “I haven’t even asked your name yet”, she realized.
“I’m Eren, and you?”
“Mikasa. By the way, thanks for the drink. Why did you choose this one?”
“I saw you earlier with a drink and thought if you like ginger beer, you might like this one, too.”
“Well observed. It’s one of my favorite drinks. In any case, it was a good reason not to leave yet. After my friend just abandoned me here.”
“The one on the train?”
She nodded.
“That’s not particularly considerate.” He put his hand on her cheek and gently caressed it. “Don’t be sad. The evening is way too beautiful to be annoyed now. If you don’t want to go home alone, I can accompany you.” She hesitated for a moment, but then the feeling of freedom that she had felt earlier that evening came back to her mind. “Why not? Thank you for the offer.”
The two talked for a while in the quieter outdoor area before they went to the dance floor again.
In the meantime, the bass-heavy Drum’n’Bass songs from the past decade were playing, to which one could move so well. She put her hands over her head and let her hips circle. Eren snuggled up against her from behind and again she felt that cozy, warm feeling that she had felt earlier at the bar. She felt a well-trained body that pressed gently but firmly against her back. But not only that. She also felt a slight pressure on her tailbone. She enjoyed being able to still dance in a way that seemed to please men, or at least this one man. He grabbed her hip and hugged her tightly against his loin. She felt his breath on the back of her neck and felt the air crackle. The next moment the crackling was broken because he asked if they shouldn’t leave before the trains stopped running.
She looked at the clock on her cell phone and instantly startled. It was almost three.
“From three onwards, no more trains in my direction”, she yelled to him through the bass.
“Let’s try it. I promised to escort you home, so let’s try it now, if not we’ll share a taxi.”
She nodded to show him her approval.
The next moment they found themselves at the cloakroom and picked up their jackets. The cool air in front of the club didn’t bother her as much anymore. The two talked about their jobs and things like that as they walked to the train stop.
A few meters before the stop, they saw the last train pull in for the night, but neither of them was in a hurry. She liked the lively conversation and Eren didn’t seem interested in reaching the last lane, either. So it happened that the train left without them. “And now?”, he asked.
“I don’t know. Should we walk a little longer? There are always taxis at the main train station. We can get one and split the costs.”
“Good suggestion”, he agreed.
The way to the station went by far too quickly for her taste. They stood in front of the taxi driver.
“How far do you have to drive?”, he asked.
“I live on the other end of town. That’ll be pretty expensive”, she replied.
“Hmm. What do you think if we go to my place? It’s not too far from here. We can certainly afford that.”
There it was again, that beautiful smile. That smile made the decision easier for her and she agreed. Although, she was a bit queasy at the thought of going home to a strange man.
A few minutes later, the two were sitting in a taxi and he had put his hand on her thigh. She looked at him and felt the dominance in his gaze. So she let it happen and felt the warm hand wander up the inside of her thigh. To show her consent, she spread her thighs a little and did not avoid his gaze. Only when his hand disappeared under her skirt did she close her eyes and enjoyed the practiced finger play in her panties. A warm shiver ran through her body and a low moan of excitement escaped her, which she could not suppress. Way too quickly the driver said: “So, we’re here. That makes $15, please.”
Eren withdrew his hand to take out his wallet and paid. The driver thanked them and drove away.
“Here we are, welcome to my modest home”, he said and unlocked the apartment door on the second floor. After a brief tour of the apartment, he asked her if she would like another drink and she nodded. He came back with two glasses of wine and toasted with her. “I’ll put a towel out for you, if you want to shower.”
She almost rushed the wine in one gulp, gathered up all her courage and tried to revive her flirtatious art that had been unused for years. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you. But actually, it would be a shame if the evening would be over here, now. Can’t we dance a little more?”
“Of course, without the last dance I wouldn’t have let you sleep, at all.” He smiled again, which again triggered a heartbeat in her.
He disappeared into the kitchen and came back into the living room with a jukebox. He paired his phone and played music. She couldn’t tell which son it was anymore, because he whirled her around and looked deep into her eyes. She felt the well-built body on her torso and enjoyed the deep look that she could not penetrate. He put the wine glasses on the coffee table and pulled her tight, with both hands, by the hips. With a skillful reach back, he switched off the light and the apartment went dark. Now she could feel his excitement again she, too, felt this warm tingling sensation in her.
The hand with which he had just switched off the light went to her head, where he grabbed her long, loose, black hair, only to swirl her around in the next moment, so that she was standing with her back to him, again. His hand, which was just resting on her hip, now moved to her pubic area. The other hand went from her head to her shoulder blades. With a little pressure, he indicated that she should bend down. She did as she was told and bent down.
The hand on her shoulder blades gripped her hair again and pulled her head back, while the other hand disappeared into her skirt. She groaned softly. The two stayed in this position for only a few minutes. He let her feel his excitement by repeatedly pressing his loin against her bottom. With a grip that went so fast that she squeaked briefly in surprise, he turned her around again and leaned now over her. He kissed her neck tenderly before whispering in her ear, “I’ll tie you up now.”
She had put aside all her concerns. She was far too excited to object now.
He reached into a drawer in the dresser behind her and fished out a couple of handcuffs. With one skillful movement, her left hand lay in the cool metal and she heard the click of the cuffs locked into place. He led her very firmly to a wooden beam in the middle of the living room, put her arms behind her back and let the other wrist click into the cold metal. Now he stood in front of her and looked her up and down as she stood there. In her black tight pencil skirt, which ended just below her bottom, the high heels and the top, which no longer disappeared so perfectly into her skirt. “We can do something with that”, he said, pulling her skirt down. “I like the hold-ups, we can keep them. I find the top rather annoying.” With these words, he reached into her neckline with both hands and tore the shirt so that she only wore her stocking, underwear and shoes. He looked at her and leaned over to her. Again, this crackling was in pleasure. In joyful anticipation and unable to say anything out of sheer excitement, she stretched out her face and waited for the kiss. The breath on her neck quickened and she longed for a touch – but in vain.
He turned away from her and switched on a lamp that spread a dim light in the room so that she could at least see the silhouettes of the furniture. He disappeared behind a counter and took a copper mug from the cupboard on the wall and placed it on the counter. She saw how it glittered in the light.
For a brief moment, he disappeared completely behind the counter and she only could hear the clink of two glass bottles, which he set down on the work surface.
Half a lime and an ice cube maker followed.
When he reappeared, he didn’t seem to pay any attention to her, but he watched her stand there. Her body trembled with need. He enjoyed his power and took a lot of time to prepare his drink. “First, you have to put the ice in the glass”, he said to her, but without looking at her. He released some ice cubes from the mold and slid them into the copper cup. “Next, you put the vodka and the ginger beer in.” Filling the bar measuring device with the cold vodka and poured it into the mug. She could hear the hissing noise as he opened the beer and the sparkling as he poured it with the vodka. “Finally, there is a little lime juice.” She watched as he held half a lime over the mug and squeezed it out. She liked to imagine the muscles under his shirt tensing at that moment.
He put the lime aside and dried his hands on a towel that was on the counter. “Done”, he mumbled and turned off the light again.
With the cup in hand, he walked back to her – who was carefully following his every step. He took a sip and put his drink on the dresser. Almost unnoticed, he reached into the glass and fished out one of the ice cubes, only to it melt on her neck, in the next moment. He enjoyed her helplessness and the gentle moaning. With the ice cube between his fingers, his hand wandered from the neck over her cleavage to her breasts. There, he circled her nipples with the ice until he felt them harden through the bra. A quick grip in her crotch and he fished the second ice cube out of his mug. With this, he started on her lips. The cube melted and the water dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her breasts. He moved his hand again and trailed it along her body. He paused on her stomach for a while until the cube arrived between her thighs. Slowly, he let the remaining ice settle on the inside of her thighs and melt. She could feel the water running down her legs. His hands slid along her legs and clung to her bottom. A loud bang, followed by a sweetish, burning pain spread across her right buttock.
“On your knees.” The next moment, she heard the voice right next to her ear. She did as she was told and tried to get on her knees in front of him without losing her balance. Since she was so concentrated, she did not notice how he took off his clothes and now stood completely naked in front if her. She barely had time to admire his full, aroused manhood, as he came up to her again and disappeared with his hands in her hair. With very determined pressure, he put her head between his loins. She liked what she felt and got involved.
His hands guided her head and determined the speed, but she used her tongue, which he obviously liked. She circled the tip with her tongue and pressed her lips tightly around his cock every time he thrust.
She winced when he released a hand from her hair and cupped her neck. He choked her. She wondered if she liked what he was doing, but she quickly noticed that this circumstance only made her wetter. They stayed in this state for a while and she took a liking to pleasuring him orally while he was choking her. But the next moment he withdrew and left her alone in the living room. She heard that he was in the room next door but couldn’t see him. He came back a little later with a wide, black noose and other things she couldn’t see.
Quietly and with care, he put a black collar on her, and hooked a metal chain into the eyelet. Next, he loosened one of the handcuffs and freed it from the wooden beam. With a dexterous grip, he had undone her bra in a split second and the straps slid down her shoulders. He was now standing in front if her and grabbed the bra between the hangers to tear it from her body. In the next moment, he out the handcuffs on her again and connected them with the metal chain so that her hands were tightly tied behind her back. “Get up!”, he demanded.
She did as she was told again and got up slowly, but did not dare to move any further. He walked around her and took his time to look at her.
Still standing behind her, his left hand sank roughly between her thighs and she felt a smiling and satisfied snort on her neck when he felt how wet she was already. “So you like it, huh?”, he asked.
She nodded, still neither daring to speak nor to move. He grabbed the metal chain on her back, the temperature of which had meanwhile adjusted to the hot body, and pulled her out of the living room and into the bedroom. There, he pushed her roughly onto the bed and leaned over her. He looked deep into her eyes, and again she waited for a kiss, in vain. Instead, his mouth buried itself in her neck and bit it tight. He supported himself with one hand so as not to lie with his full weight on her. With his free hand, he kneaded her breasts. A scream for her, half in pain, half in excitement, broke the silence. He wandered with hot kisses and bites from her neck down to her plump bosom, where he gleefully circled her hard nipples with his tongue, sucked and nibbled on them. She felt his masculinity again and again, when he accidentally touched her, over and over again. Twitching with lust, she stretched her pelvis towards him to signal him that she wanted to feel him inside her. The answer, however, was not what had been hoped for. He interrupted whatever she was doing, and pressed her pelvis back onto the mattress with both hands. “Nothing there, I decide when it will continue. You have to obey if you don’t wanna be punished.” He growled in a louder and more assertive voice than before. Then he returned to where he had just left off and played around her breasts for a while before he tore himself away and trailed bites and kisses down her stomach until he placed one last kiss between the labia and circled her clit. She couldn’t hold back a loud, lustful moan and he noticed that she liked it. The circular movements of his tongue became faster and faster, then slower again. He reached under her bottom and pulled her closer to himself and his mouth with a jerk. Her body shook and twitched from excitement. She felt that it wouldn’t be long before she came and was looking forward to the orgasm, but he also seemed to feel her lust and stopped immediately. She whimpered softly and noticed the satisfied grin on his face.
Without notice, he penetrated her and thrust hard, over and over again. She had never felt a man so deeply and intensely in her. He pulled her closer to him so that he could penetrate her better and deeper, which he succeeded in doing with every push. She heard the smacking and clapping noise as he leaned forward and again began to choke her while thrusting. She liked it and closed her eyes, moaning louder and louder, and tried to move her pelvis as best as she could in rhythm. Before the next thrust, he interrupted, twisted her with a skillful grip on her stomach and penetrated her from behind without much pause. He pulled the metal chain on her back, tightening the collar around her neck. With his free hand, he slapped her bum purposefully and repeatedly. A slight sting spread, but he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, get up”, he ordered and at the same moment, jerked the chain. While he thrust harder and harder, he used the metal chain of the bondage as a rein to be able to penetrate deeper into her with every push. She felt how he thrust harder and faster and realized that he was about to cum. She tensed her muscles so that she could indulge his penis with contradictions in her, and was happy. He groaned and hit her buttock at the same time, again and again, which had now turned into a pleasant, exciting pain for her. The shock intervals became shorter and shorter, the blows more violent and the tension on the ankles tighter and tighter, until he let out a groan of relied. He paused for a moment before stopping and spinning her around again.
She had never experienced what followed. Such skillful finger play didn’t leave her much time until she climaxed too and couldn’t hold back from screaming. Completely liberated, she sought eye contact with Eren, who only smiled mischievously and placed a kiss on her forehead.