©Dark Dreamer with Hope
Robbie walks into the darkness of the bar looking for a drink to ease the tensions of the past grueling week. As he approaches the bar, his eyes are caught by a vision of naughtiness sitting on a nearby barstool. Glittering eyes roam over tantalizing legs clad only in black silk stocking, moving slowly up, taking in the short leather mini skirt and black leather vest. Feeling Robbie's eyes burning along her flesh, Zara turns, her twinkling eyes locking with his dark ominous stare. 'What the hell is she doing here!' he asks himself, as she thinks, 'Oh, I was hoping he would come here tonight.' He strides to her side, hand grasping her thigh harshly making her wince. 'Oh dear,' she thinks, 'he looks so angry.'
Robbie curtly gives the bartender his order, his eyes never leaving her face. "What do you think you are doing coming to a place like this?" his voice a low growl. "This is no place for someone like you. You could get hurt. Damn it woman! Where are your brains?"
Zara smiles coyly, fingers playing along the back of the hand grasping her thigh. "I thought you might come here tonight, and I wanted to surprise you," her voice husky with desire, red lips pouting slightly. "Aren't you glad to see me?" Her fingers begin teasing along his wrist, then slide slowly, softly up his arm, pausing briefly at his shoulder to massage tense muscles, before sliding back down to play again on the back of his hand. "I know how hard you have been working, how bad this week has gone, and I just wanted to meet you, try to help you relax."
Robbie listens, brow furrowed, as his drink is placed upon the bar. Swiftly, eyes never leaving her, he reaches for the glass to drink it quickly down. Replacing it on the bar, he signals for another, then touches Zara, tracing a line from ear to daring cleavage with icy fingertips. She gasps softly and trembles under his fingers, eyes closing to mere slits as she revels to his touch. Zara can feel the moisture growing between her legs, and knows Robbie is well aware of her reaction. Her nipples harden and push arrogantly against the thin leather trying to restrain them.
Robbie shifts his stance, pushing between her knees. 'She wants to help me relax, does she? Well... this time she may have bitten off more than she expects.' The hand on her thigh strokes upward pushing the little bit of skirt pretending at modesty up, past the top of silky stockings, revealing the creamy strip of flesh not covered by black silk. Zara's eyes widen as Robbie keeps sliding his hand up, forcing her to shift in her seat, until her soft satin flesh is revealed fully and the edge of the skirt is just barely tucked under her bare bottom. He grins and whispers, "And just where are your panties my dear?" His eyes gleam as he notices the flush beginning under her warm flesh. "You wanted to help me relax. Have you changed your mind already?"
"No" Zara stutters. Taken by surprise by his boldness. "But I ...."
"But what my dear?" Robbie's hand grips her bare bottom.
"I thought.... Maybe a drink, a dance, then we could go to your place and I would....." her breath husky with need and surprise catches as his other hand slides the skirt up on the other side and her bare bottom is kissed by the cool vinyl of the barstool.
"You would what?" He slides one hand around to hold her in place, as the other pushes her thighs apart and finds the moistness nestle there.
Zara's hands grasp his shoulders tightly as Robbie drives three fingers down and into her dampness. Lips clamped tight to suppress the moans seeking to escape she lifts her hips slightly to allow him complete access then cries out as his other hand finds the hole to her sweet bottom. "Please..." Zara begs, a dark flush covering her creamy skin, "please... everyone can see..."
"Ok". Swiftly his hands are gone and Robbie grabs his drink and turns, heading for a table across the room. 'One... two... three...' He feels her hand on his arm and continues walking.
"Please" The whisper reaches his ears. He stops, turns and growls, "please what? You wanted to help me relax. But apparently you are not up for the job. Leave me be so I can find someone who can do the job." The tears glittering in her eyes send blood rushing to make his hard rod ache. 'Before the night is through, those tears and more will quench my thirst.'
"Please..." her voice husky with need and unshed tears, "please give me another chance."
The pulse beating in Zara's lovely throat draws his eyes, and he lowers his head to bite and suckle her raging pulse. He wraps one arm quickly around her waist as she moans and melts into his embrace, no longer caring who can see, or what they see. Zara only knows that she must have this man, no matter what his terms are. Her fingers thread through Robbie's hair holding him tightly against her and she gasps loudly as his other hand slides under her skirt lifting it to fondle her warm bottom. She flushes deeply and bites her lip to keep from saying anything that would cause him to release her and leave again. The shame and embarrassment are quickly consumed by lusty heat as Robbie's finger slides down and between seeking her warm hole again. The coolness of his drink against her ass draws groans of pleasure, even as she shifts her leg as commanded by the pressure of his fingers. Lifting his head to gaze upon her lust filled countenance, his finger penetrates, and Robbie smiles sadistically as Zara cries out and moves to escape.
"Oh no my dear" Robbie softly commands, "you pleaded to be allowed to help me, and you will. You will do whatever I say... where ever I ask you to... and will allow me to use your body as I desire to help me relax."
