Follow You Down

by K. B. Webb

  So much shit just went down that I’m not really sure how to handle it.

  Molly and Wynee leave with Logan and Justin right behind them. Brian and Tiffany both slip out and the few patrons still left in the bar go back to their drinks and normal conversation.

  “Hey, guys,” Geo address the room as a whole, “I’m gonna shut her down early tonight to deal with some shit.” The customers groan in protest. “Ahh, quit your bitching. When you close your tab with Dani, you get a beer on me, all right?” They all halfheartedly agree. It’s only midnight, so most of them will probably head out to another watering hole to waste a few more hours.

  I close out everyone’s tabs, hand out beers, and lock the front door after the last customer leaves. I’ve never shut down the bar or restocked it, so I’m not really sure what to do next. I wipe down all the counter tops and tables, clean all of the dirty glasses so I can restock them at the bar, take the dirty dishes to the kitchen, and clean out the ashtrays. After I have restocked behind the bar with clean glasses and more beer, I start counting out the cash in the register. I write down totals, but don’t really know where to take it.

  “Damn, Dani, you did a good job.” Geo walks out from the back of the bar holding a beer in his hand.

  “Why do you sound so surprised?” I knit my eyebrows together and place my hands on my hips. I’m surprised at my own abilities, but I didn’t expect Geo to be.

  He laughs and his belly shakes. “I like you, Dani. You have a bit of an attitude, without all the drama. I appreciate that.”

  “Well, thank you, Geo. I counted the cash out and wrote down the totals, but put it back in the register ‘cause I wasn’t sure what else to do with it.”

  “That’ll work. I’ll take it to the bank in the morning.” He glances around the room once more. “Everything looks good. You can head home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I smile at him and say goodbye. I walk to the back, get my purse and keys, and head to my jeep to drive to my apartment where Lucas is waiting for me so he can fuck my mouth.

  This should be interesting.

  I pull into my apartment complex and see Lucas sitting in his truck.

  “Have you been here since you left Ricky’s?”

  He’s caught off guard by my presence. “Naw, I went to work out first. I’ve only been here a few minutes.” He glances at the clock. “Why are you back so early anyway?”

  He grabs a bag out the back of his truck that I assume has a change of clothes in it.

  “Shit got crazy after you left!” We begin to walk side by side into the building. He doesn’t seem nearly as on edge as he did when he left earlier, so I think maybe he will just let it all go. Maybe he has thought it over and realizes how ridiculous his jealous little rant was.

  He enters in my code, which has now changed since he said 0000 was too easy, and holds the door open for me, letting me walk in first.

  “What happened?”

  “Well, apparently Tiffany is pregnant.”

  “No shit! I didn’t see that one coming.”

  “Oh, it gets worse. Brian, Molly’s boyfriend, is the dad. And as Molly was confronting her about it, he showed up. Brian and Molly got into an argument and she ended it with him. She, Wynee, Justin, and Logan left headed to her house. I really thought Logan was going to kick Brian’s ass right there.”

  “What?” We’re walking into my apartment and Lucas’ voice is full of shock.

  “Logan went with her? Son of a bitch!” He starts digging through his pockets. “I gotta call him.” He grabs his phone, dials a number, and walks toward my fridge, grabbing a beer. I hear him talking to Logan, but I don’t really pay attention to exactly what he’s saying.

  He looks so comfortable in my apartment. Walking around like he lives here, too. It has a strange effect on me. My heart warms a little, but I also have nervousness running through my veins.

  I shouldn’t feel so comfortable with him being here. He shouldn’t be so comfortable here. This isn’t part of the plan. This isn’t what I intended to happen, but it has. I like Lucas. I really like him, and it terrifies me and excites me all at the same time.

  My mom keeps telling me that one day Lucas and I will wake up and realize we are perfect for each other, but isn’t that what his former fuck buddy, Candice, thought too? She stayed because she was convinced one day he would grow up and see her the way she sees him, and he never did. So what makes me any different than her?

  “So, apparently, even more shit went down once they got to Molly’s house.”

  Lucas sits down next to me on the couch and hands me a beer. “Shit like what?”

  “Well, Brian showed and started talking shit to Molly. Molly showed everyone some major bruises she had on her from Brian beating the shit out of her, and then Logan kicked his ass. Shit like that.”

  “Good Lord. That’s enough drama to last a lifetime in one night!”

  “Shit, I know. Logan says he’s going to stay there for the night and he’s taking off work tomorrow to spend the day with Molly. Maybe now they will finally get together and shit won’t be so dramatic.” He lays his arm on the back of the couch behind me. “I’m glad we aren’t like that.”

  Since when did we become a we?

  I don’t get to contemplate that for long because I am reminded of his earlier caveman episode because of Jason.

  “I may not be like that, but you are.”

  He turns toward me, leaning back slightly and raising his eyebrows questionably. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about you throwing a hissy fit tonight because I was talking to a friend.”

  He laughs, and then chugs his beer. “Friend my ass, Red. You were pawing him like a fucking cat in heat. And since when are you friends with yuppies in designer suits?”

  “Since his sister moved in down the hall.” He perks up a little at that. “Oh yeah, and he’s gay. I’ve met his boyfriend. So your whole ‘mine’s bigger’ bit earlier was pointless.”

  “He’s gay?”

  “Yes, Lucas, he’s very much gay.”

  He stares at me for a moment before he gets up laughing loudly as he grabs two more beers from the fridge. He hands me one, plopping back down on the couch. “Man, I feel like an asshole. I’m sorry, Red.”

  “Well, you did embarrass me a little, but once I realized why you did it, I forgave you. It was just a big misunderstanding.” One that should have never happened because we aren’t in a relationship; I can do whatever the fuck I want. He should not be getting jealous.

  “Well, I guess I don’t need the stuff in my bag after all.”

  His bag? I saw him bring one in, but I assumed it just had work clothes in it. “What are you talking about, Lucas?”

  He rubs his hands together like he is about to hatch some evil plan, and then walks toward the duffle bag he brought in with him. He unzips it and pulls out a few long pieces of black silk. At first glance, I think he has ties in his bag, but why would anyone need so many black ties? Then I see the blindfold, also made of black silk, and it hits me.

  Lucas wants to tie me up, blindfold me, and then fuck me.

  Yes please.

  So I like a little kink. Sue me. I’ve been known to tie a girl up a time or two with a belt or tie. I gagged Candice once with the sash to her bathrobe, but I have never actually bought restraints before, until tonight.

  After leaving Ricky’s, I knew I had to do something to work out all of my nervous energy, so I went to the gym. I lifted for a while and then ran until I felt like I would pass out. It felt fucking amazing, and it gave me time to think. Why was I jealous, really? I never had been jealous before, but something about the douche in the suit set me off. Then it hit me, for the first time since I had met her, I saw Dani as mine. All mine. She has been partially mine for weeks, but at this moment, she is mine completely. And someone else was playing with something that is mine. I was basically acting like a child, but I don’t give a fuck at all.
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br />   I want to own her, sexually at least. And despite her stripper past, Dani is pretty tame when it comes to her sex life. I want to change that.

  After showering at the gym, I thought about stopping by my apartment and picking up a few of my ties so I could tie Dani up, but I know she needs better than that.

  One trip to the twenty-four hour sex store and I am ready for business.

  Standing in front of Dani with the restraints in one hand and the blindfold in the other, I am trying to gauge her reaction. She looks excited and nervous all at the same time.

  “You… you want to tie me up?’

  “And blindfold you.” I raise the hand the blindfold is in.

  “Why the blindfold?”

  “If you can’t see, your other senses will heighten.”

  She could flip shit right now or go with it. This is the moment where I will know if I’ve pushed her too hard or just enough.

  “Do we need a safe word?”

  I laugh at her and shake my head. “No, Red. I don’t think you’ll need to tell me to stop. If anything, I think you’ll want more.”

  She takes a step toward me, wraps her hands around opposite sides of her waist, and pulls her shirt off as she’s walking. This is her stripper walk. One foot in front of the other. Every step slow and calculated. She knows it makes my dick go instantly hard.

  She stops when we are almost chest to chest.

  There is a flash in her eyes from sweet Dani to my sexy Red. She gets like this when we have sex. I’m the dominant one and she is the submissive one. She flips a switch that takes her from the girl who will rip me in two over not putting her toilet seat down, to the girl who will let me tie her up in knots, literally, and fuck her till she screams.

  She puts her hands together in a praying position and holds them out in front of her slightly. “Tie me up.”

  I stare into her eyes, burning with desire. “Tie me up, what?”

  She stands on the tips of her toes so her mouth is right next to my ear. “Tie me up, sir.”

  I don’t hesitate. I throw her over my shoulder and take large steps toward her room. I push the door open with my foot, throw the blindfold and restraints on the bed, and place her on the floor.

  “Take your shorts off.” I hold eye contact with her while she undresses. First removing each of her boots, then sliding her shorts off, she stands in front of me in just a black bra and nothing else. Her pussy looks absolutely delectable. I want to dive in headfirst and feast on her sweet strawberry scent for days, but from the way she’s staring at my dick and licking her lips, she has other plans.

  I’m hard as a rock and my thin gym shorts are barely holding me in. I take a step back from her, removing my shirt first, then footing off my shoes. Lastly, I slide off my shorts and am met with the sweet sound of her moaning at the sight of me erect in front of her.

  “Drop to your knees, Red.” She takes her eyes off my dick and looks at me. Without hesitation, she drops down. “You got a hair tie?” She always keeps one on her wrist. She slips it off and places her hair in a high ponytail. I side step around her and grab one of the silk restraints.

  I kneel down behind her, tying her hands together behind her back. I reach around her and run a finger between her sweet folds, cover it in her juices before slipping it in my mouth. She is looking over her shoulder at me, mouth open, and eyes wide. “Sweet as strawberry pie.” Her cheeks flush slightly and she bites her lip. I fucking love that blush.

  I stand back up; walking in front of her so my dick is even with her mouth. “You ready to have your mouth fucked, Red?”

  With strong eyes, she stares at me. “Yes, sir.”

  Without hesitation, she dives it, taking me to the hilt. I can feel my tip hitting the back of her throat. She works me from end to tip, running her tongue along me as she bobs her head and sucks.

  She runs her tongue all the way to my end along with her lips, sucking has hard as she can. When she removes her mouth, it comes off forcibly with a pop.

  She flicks her tongue over the slit in my head where a bead of pre-cum is leaking out. “You like that?” She’s staring up at me and looks fucking beautiful. Her red ponytail has fallen to one side, and I can see her swollen breasts fighting to break free from her bra that is now too tight. And seeing her sweet, small wrists tied behind her back causes me to release a moan from deep in my chest.

  I grab her hair, wrapping it around my hand. “You know I do, Red.”

  I push my dick back in her mouth as deep as it will go, and she takes in every inch. I tilt my hips forward slightly, fucking her sweet mouth over and over. She moans and hums with every thrust causing shock waves of pleasure to run through me. Her mouth is hot and every time she runs her tongue along the underside of my dick, I feel like I’m being set on fire, and I fucking love it.

  I thrust hard; she sucks me in deeper every time.

  “I’m gonna come in your mouth, Red.”

  She moans in approval and begins to bob her head faster while I use her hair as leverage and fuck her mouth as hard as I can.

  I come hard and fast, thrusting into her wet mouth. She drinks every little drop that I offer her. When she is done, she licks me from my balls up to the head of my dick, cleaning off anything that might be left.

  “How was that?” She is still on her knees, staring up at me while I pant, trying to catch my breath.

  I laugh slightly. “Red, that was fucking phenomenal.” She smiles with pride. I grab the tops of her arms and help her into a standing position. “Are you ready for the fun part?”

  She sucks in the corner of her lip and bites on it nervously before she nods.

  I turn her around and walk her toward her bed, bending her over the end of it; her wrists still tied together behind her back.

  I spank her, hard. She bucks and lets out a scream that is a mix of pleasure and pain. I see a red mark begin to appear on her perfect white skin. I can already feel myself getting hard again. I slap the other cheek and get the same reaction from her and the same beautiful red tint to her skin.

  I drop to my knees, kissing the marks I just made before biting into her supple pale flush. She moans and arches her back, sticking her ass out even more.

  “You like that, Red?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “Excuse me?” I bite a little harder and hear her moan and exhale quickly.

  “Yes, sir. I fucking love it.”

  I nip and kiss at her sweet ass while running my finger up the front of her. “Fuck me, you’re wet.” She’s drenched. Sweetness is running down her legs. I love that fucking me with her mouth turns her on so much. My pleasure is her pleasure and hers is mine.

  I take turns rubbing her throbbing clit and fucking her with my fingers while I place my mouth on every inch of her ass. She wants to come. I can hear it in the sweet sounds flooding from her mouth, and feel it in the way her body is reacting to my touch, but I won’t let her yet. No, we need to have some fun first before she gets that pleasure.

  I remove my hands and mouth from her, and stand up, taking a step back. She lets out a sound of disapproval. I laugh, “Not yet, Red, but I promise, when you do come, it will be worth the wait.”

  I untie her hands and turn her around to face me. My fingers are still drenched in her sweet taste. I run one across her bottom lip, and to my surprise, she flicks her tongue out to lick it. “You like the way you taste, Red?”

  Before she has a moment to answer, I drop to my knees, devouring her pussy and licking every bit of her I can. After a few moments, I stand back up and place my mouth on hers, forcing my tongue inside. I want her to taste how sweet she is. Her hands thread in my hair and she arches her body against me. I want to fuck her, ravage her from the inside out. But first, I want to play with her. Push her to the brink of ecstasy until she is begging for more.

  I grab the backs of her legs and throw her on her bed. She lands with a soft thud and a bounce. “Scoot to the middle.” She does as she’s told without que
stion. I grab the restraints and the blindfold and crawl on top of her.

  I tie each wrist and ankle to one of the four posts of her bed; then I stare at her, just taking all her beauty in.

  She is bound, red hair falling to the side onto a pillow, chest heaving, skin flushed with desire and pussy pouring out her visible want for me. She is pure, sexual perfection.

  I lay my body over hers, taking her mouth again. After a few kisses, I rise up so I am looking her dead in the eye. “You ready to have some fun, Red?”

  With determination, she holds my stare. “Yes, sir.”

  I want to be fucked right now. Not sweetly made loved to, fucked, hard. Being tied up gives me an odd sense of power. Physically, I can’t do anything, but I know that seeing me like this does something inside of Lucas. I have that kind of power over him and it’s exhilarating.

  He kisses me again and runs his hand from the side of my thigh, between my legs, up my stomach, finally landing on my breast. He stops kissing me and looks at my bra. “Oh, this has to go.” I assume he will just untie me and take it off, but instead he jumps off the bed and walks out of the room. Um, where the hell is he going?

  I hear him walk into the living room and unzip the bag he has brought with him. A few moments later, he strides back into my room in all his naked glory. Good God, he is perfection. He crawls from the bottom of my bed, kissing up my body until he is face to face with my chest again. I see a pocketknife in his hand.

  My eyes widen. What the fuck is he doing with that?

  “You trust me, Red?”

  “Yes.” It comes out as a breathy moan. I don’t even give myself time to think. I am physically bound to my bed and will soon be blindfolded, of course I trust him.

  He opens the knife and moves it to my bra strap, cutting one then the other. Once he has done that, he cuts the middle. The now ruined fabric falls to the bed. I raise my back slightly so he can remove it. I paid a lot for that bra, but watching him cut it off me was worth so much more.