The Bouncer
By
Trinity Marlow
Copyright © 2011 by Trinity Marlow
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Cover art by Heidi Sutherlin
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Edited by Carol R. Ward
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 1
Loud rock music pounded out over the parking lot as Kaylee pulled her car into a spot. She turned the engine off and sat for a moment, staring at the front door to Crazy Town like it was the gate to heaven. With any luck, it would be tonight. Stowing her purse under the seat, she checked her pockets before locking the door. License, cash, lipstick, condom. Good to go.
She tucked her key in her right hip pocket with the lipstick and walked to the door, lengthening her stride for a subtle hip swing the guys seemed to like. The black strappy stilettos she hadn't been able to resist clicked lightly on the tile as she entered the club and followed the long hall down to a roped-off entrance. She peered over the rope, checking out the crowd as she waited for someone to let her in. Licking her lips, she grinned. Lots of men, which would make things easier. There was only one goal on her list tonight, and she wasn't leaving until she completed it.
Get laid.
A tall, burly man with dark, shoulder-length hair came over, the front of his black shirt stenciled with "Security" in white. "ID, please." His voice was low and smooth, sending a thrill through Kaylee's body. He'd always done that to her though, and while she wanted nothing more than to run her hands over those rock-hard muscles, he'd never allow it. Been there, tried that.
"Come on, Patrick. How long have I been coming here?" She reached for her license anyway, knowing there was no real point in arguing.
He held out his hand. "You know the rules. Everyone's carded, every time." Taking the card from her, he examined it closely, then handed it back. He held the rope out of her way, replacing it once she was inside. "Behave tonight, Kaylee. We've got a rowdy crowd already."
She gave him a look of mock disappointment. "A girl's gotta have a little fun, ya know. Besides, you'll save me, right?" She winked and then walked into the crowd, wondering what it would be like to have him save her. Smiling at the thought, she approached the bar, angling between a tall blond cowboy and a crisp businessman in hopes one of them would buy her a drink. The cowboy obliged, and a couple minutes later she followed him to the dance floor, beer in hand.
"So what's a fine filly like you doing in a place like this?" he asked, pulling her close enough to feel the wood he was sporting in those tight jeans. Moisture pooled between her legs, and she swallowed, nearly drooling. God it had been a long six-months.
She swiveled her hips, giving him a little rub as she smiled coyly. "Looking for a hot cowboy to show me a good time." Turning, she pressed her ass into his groin, her core throbbing with need. His arms folded around her, his hip swing perfectly timed with hers. Heavy chords thrummed rhythmically through her body, the music encouraging her primal instincts. Oh yeah.
She glanced up to see Patrick standing across the room, arms folded over that yummy chest. He was watching her, his unwavering stare making her hips sway a little wider against her cowboy. That's right, she thought, holding Patrick's gaze as the cowboy grasped her hips. See what you're missing?
The cowboy twirled her around, breaking the connection as he hauled her up against him, bringing his lips down on her neck. She tilted her head gladly, welcoming his touch. He pulled back and she opened her eyes, grinning up at him. "You're pretty forward, cowboy."
"I don't hear any complaints," he drawled, thrusting his hips toward hers. The cocky look in his eye should have turned her off, but she'd always liked a man who was willing to take charge. She smoothed her hands over his lean hard chest as his head dipped, and closed her eyes in anticipation of the kiss.
It never came.
* * *
Patrick cursed under his breath as he watched Kaylee's ex grab the cowboy from behind just as he leaned in for a kiss. Glad to be spared the sight of Kaylee kissing another man, Patrick knew if he hadn't been so damned focused on her, he'd have seen Derek come in, maybe held him off. They'd been friends once, until Patrick had fallen in love with Kaylee. He'd kept his distance from them both after that. It was too hard being with her, and knowing she was going home to Derek.
Pushing his way through the crowd, he watched Derek throw the first punch, sending the cowboy sliding on his backside along the slick wooden floor. Kaylee stepped between them, grabbing at Derek's hands.
Shit.
Derek twisted his wrists and latched onto Kaylee's arm, pulling her with him toward the back door. "You little slut - I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson." His voice rang through the room, the band quiet as they watched the ruckus. Patrick moved sideways, hoping to cut Derek off at the door. He glanced back at the cowboy, now on his feet and running at Derek and Kaylee. That was going to be a problem.
He got into position on one side of the door, adrenaline pumping quickly through his blood. Another bouncer reached him just as Derek shoved Kaylee out of the crowd, anger and fear pouring off her in waves. Patrick caught her and dug his fingers into the other man's forearm, forcing him to release his grip. Once Kaylee was loose, Patrick twisted Derek's arm up behind his back, applying pressure until he quit struggling. The other bouncer had intercepted the cowboy and was dragging him out the door. Patrick hung back with Derek, partly to give the other man time to leave without getting hurt, but also because he was enjoying causing Derek pain. He'd watched the man treat Kaylee like crap for the past three years, and he'd be damned if he'd just sit by and watch it happen again. He lifted his hand a fraction, unable to resist just a little more pressure.
"Ow, man - let me go. I'll sue you. I'll sue this whole fucking bar." Derek tried to turn around, but Patrick held tight. "Where is she? Where's that little slut I married?"
The room was quiet as everyone watched. Patrick pitched his voice loud on purpose. If he wanted a show, he'd get one. "I heard she left your sorry ass six months ago." He glanced over his shoulder, the woman in question leaning against the wall for support, her face red with angry tears. Damn. "That right, Kaylee?"
"That's right," she said, her voice strong. "The divorce was final yesterday, as a matter of fact."
Patrick nodded and then turned back to Derek. "That settles it then. Come on. It's time for you to leave." He steered the man out the door as the crowd cheered and the music started up again. The door shut behind them, and Patrick pulled Derek to a stop, earning another yelp from the man.
"I'm only gonna say this once, so listen good," Patrick said, practically growling the words. "I see or hear of you bothering Kaylee ever again, I'll come for you. You'll survive, but it's not gonna be pretty. In fact, it'll be downright uncomfortable. Don't you forget that." He shoved the man away, releasing his arm at the last possible minute.
Derek stumbled forward, his shoulders shaking, then turned, laughing. "You're still sweet on her, aren't you?" He shook his head, resting his hands on his hips. "I bet she still doesn't know about your...special preferences either, does she? How
you gonna spring that on her? Something tells me she's not going to be too happy about that..."
Chapter 2
Kaylee stood just outside the back door of the club, watching her ex taunt Patrick. It was for her benefit, she knew - Derek had looked right at her when he turned around. She had no idea what he was talking about, but that didn't keep her from walking up behind Patrick, stopping a foot away so as not to startle him.
"I know all about his preferences," she said with confidence, taking one more step and sliding her hand over Patrick's shoulder. "Not that it's any of your business anymore." She tucked herself against Patrick's chest, his arm instinctively circling her waist to hold her there.
Derek stopped laughing, an odd look on his face as he studied her. Whatever he saw must have convinced him. He shook his head. "That explains a lot, I guess. One pervert deserves another." Turning, he walked away, one arm hanging funny while the other tried to support it.
"Is his arm gonna be okay?" Kaylee asked, looking up to meet Patrick's gaze. His dark eyes were hard, and she nearly recoiled from the intensity.
"You shouldn't claim to know things you don't. It could be...dangerous." The husky timbre of his voice vibrated through her, making her acutely aware of her position against his body. His heat surrounded her and she imagined him leaning down to cover her lips with his as moisture settled between her legs.
Maybe his preferences were the reason he'd constantly rebuffed her advances. Sensing what might be her only opportunity to get through his defenses, she gave him what she hoped was a sly grin even as a niggling voice in the back of her head told her to walk away. "Who says I don't?"
A slight tremor shook his body, and she knew he wanted to believe her. Skimming her nails down his chest, she moved her hips against his hip, setting off another tremor. Would he shake like that underneath her in bed, she wondered? Her hand brushed his pants below the belt, the feel of a long, thick erection nearly making her mouth water. She licked her lips and considered dropping to her knees right there.
He released her suddenly, backing away so quickly she had to work to keep her balance. He looked off into the night, then back at her, a wry grin on his face. "You don't know shit. You had me going for a minute there, though." He walked back to the door of the club and pulled it open, glancing at her over his shoulder one last time. "Go home, little girl. You're no match for the big bad wolf."
The door closed behind him, and Kaylee crossed her arms over her chest, pondering his words as an idea formed. Pushing back a thread of fear at his warning, she walked to her car and got in, checking her watch. Assuming he got off when the club closed, she should have a few hours to get everything ready. Mr. Big Bad Wolf better watch out. This not-so-little girl still needed to get laid.
* * *
Patrick pulled into his driveway several hours later, the headlights illuminating a figure draped in blood red fabric perched on his front steps. He sighed, sitting in the car for a few minutes after he'd turned off the engine. Two more almost-brawls and a host of underage wanna-be drinkers had tested him to the limit, and all he wanted was to fall into bed. He'd seen a car parked out on the main road, probably broke down. This was the trade off for living in such an isolated spot - his old farmhouse was the only place for miles with electricity and a phone.
He got out, the red fabric unfolding under the porch light as the figure stood. Cursing under his breath, he stopped, fighting the urge to get back in his car and drive as fast and far as possible.
"'Bout time you got home," Kaylee said, the cape billowing open with the help of a light breeze. Underneath, she wore something very dark that hugged her curves and covered only the essentials, with knee-high black stiletto boots.
Drive away. He should definitely drive away. "What are you doing here, Kaylee?" he asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer. "And where on earth are your clothes?"
She looked down at herself, then back up at him with a shrug. "It was either this, or a pig costume. I took a chance." She tilted her head and licked her lips, placing her hands on her hips. "Are you going to invite me in?"
He looked for a way around her to his front door, but she was standing right in the center of the sidewalk. Stiff juniper bushes on either side prevented him from going around. "No." He moved closer, but kept to the side, hoping she'd just trade places with him. "This isn't gonna work. You should leave."
Kaylee held her ground. "Why won't it work, Mr. Big Bad Wolf? Or maybe you aren't so bad after all?" She moved in, running one finger down the center of his chest. "You know," she said, standing on tip-toe to place a kiss on his jaw, "I've been looking forward to taking a ride all night. You wouldn't deny me, would you?" She wiggled her fingers into his jeans, the manicured tips just brushing the head of his hard cock.
He wrapped his hand around her wrist, his grip firm. "You have no idea what you're asking."
"Oh, you might be surprised," she said, petting his chest again with her free hand. Her fingers shook just a little, contradicting her brave words. He relaxed a little. She obviously didn't know anything. Maybe it was time to come clean. At least she wouldn't bother him after she ran away as fast as she could. As long as she kept her mouth shut.
He released her wrist, caught her around the cinched-in waist and pulled her up against his body. Leaning down he took her lips, nibbling and sucking until she opened, then thrusting his tongue in to meet hers. He let out all the frustration and stress from the night, giving her a taste of what might come. When he finally pulled back, she stood there, trembling in his arms as she gazed at him with wide, doe-like eyes.
"If you come in, there are some ground rules you need to know. I'm in charge. You do as I say, when I say it. I don't use safe words, so once you go through that door, you won't leave until I give you permission."
She backed up a step, regarding him with more thought than he cared to see. She should be running down the drive by now. "Am I allowed to ask questions?"
"Within reason." Patrick's body heated. He couldn't believe she was actually considering it. Just the thought of that tight little ass under his hand or one of his whips made him shiver.
She took a deep breath then let it out in a rush. "Okay."
Chapter 3
Kaylee felt rather than heard Patrick's quick intake of air when she agreed to his terms. She tried to control the shiver that worked its way up her body, but failed, even as heat infused her core. No safe word meant that whatever Patrick was into, it was probably normal to have one. But they'd been friends for so long, she trusted him not to hurt her. Didn't she?
He brushed past her and walked up the stairs. She followed, not knowing what else to do. When he pushed open the door, he didn't stand back to let her go in first. She stepped over the threshold and into a narrow entry, moving aside so he could shut the door. Once the locks clicked into place he turned to untie the strings that held her cape in place, letting it fall in a pool of red to the floor.
Grasping her left wrist in one hand, he reached behind her and took something off the wall, then snapped it around her wrist. Giving her no time to react, he captured the other wrist as well, and in less than five seconds her hands were cuffed behind her back. She fought the panic that threatened to creep in, reminding herself to breathe. He stepped back, looking her up and down as if he were taking her measurements. She wished he'd say something, anything. The silence was nearly as confining as her restraints.
Finally he spoke. "Kneel."
Kaylee started to comply, but the high heels and her cuffed hands made it a very unsteady ordeal. She struggled not to fall on her face as she lowered herself awkwardly to the floor. She looked up at him, frowning. "Why didn't you just have me do that first?"
Disappointment crossed his face, and she was surprised at how it affected her to see that. It was like she'd failed a test that should have been easy to pass. He opened a drawer in the narrow table behind him, and pulled out a gray rubber ball with a black strip of fabric attached to two
sides. Moving behind her, he leaned over her and tipped her head back, placing the ball at her lips. "Open."
"But you said I could ask--"
"Within reason," he said, pushing the ball between her teeth and fastening the straps behind her head. "That was a stupid question, so you've lost your privilege to speak. Do as I say and you may earn it back."
He released her head, and she blinked back the tears that threatened, panic rising in earnest now. What had she gotten herself into? And who was this man? Certainly not the Patrick she'd laughed and joked with over the years. Or even the quiet bouncer she liked to flirt with. This was someone entirely different. Someone dangerous.
He stepped in front of her again, regarding her with a tilted head, like an artist would an unfinished sculpture. "Don't sit on your heels - stay tall. And move your knees apart."
She moved into position, struggling to breathe around the ball gag. Heat rose in her cheeks at the realization that her panties were soaked. How could she possibly be turned on by this? A tear slipped down her cheek, and her breathing picked up as Patrick knelt down in front of her, snapping out a switchblade.
"Hold still," he said quietly, grasping one side of her thong. In two quick motions he'd cut through the thin material, leaving her bare to his gaze. He stood back, tossing the scrap of fabric into a small garbage can. "Much better. Very nice, Kaylee."
He didn't smile, but his words were like a balm, suffusing her with heat that went straight between her legs. He took his jacket off and hung it up, his movements unhurried as he took off his shoes and placed them neatly on a tray next to the door. He walked away, turning back just before he went through a doorway on the right.
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