She walked around the room, bumping shoulders with drunks and teeny boppers, who were lost in dancing the night away. The room was crowded, the haze of smoke made her eyes squint and sting as she pushed past another drunken teenager who was dancing with a drink in their hand. This time however, she didn't manage to escape unscathed and the leather vest she was wearing was soaked with beer.
"Fuck," she complained to no one in particular while pushing into the back of some girl, with her ass all over the place, and made for the bathroom. She muttered to herself, all the while thanking her lucky stars she didn't need to use the toilet because of the line of women holding their twats and in various stages of "the pee dance". She slammed the door back on its hinges, startling the group of women into a momentary silence. She moved towards the mirror, ignoring everyone and grabbed for the cardboard like paper towels on the bathroom wall. She annoyingly pushed aside some chick fixated on her looks, gave her the "get the fuck out of my way" look and began to wash her vest before the beer dried stickily into her new purchase.
Standing there wiping at her jacket she stopped and thought, Why the fuck am I here? She only agreed to go out tonight because she had to give it one last effort in finding something close to what she had been looking for, only to discover, now as she stands staring into the mirror, that once again she was going home, disappointed and shitty with herself for letting her friends talk her into coming in the first place. Everyone knows that you cannot find 'the one' in a night club, especially 'the kind of one' she was looking for. She balled up the towel and tossed it in the general direction of the bin and pushed past the crowd of over perfumed women and made for the door with the intention of telling her friends she was going home.
Once out in the crowded bar, she pushed through the merry makers and headed for the lounge area where she had last seen her friends. She came to the entrance of the room and scanned it quickly looking for a familiar face. At first glance she didn't see her friends, so she took a further step into the room and searched amongst the corner lounges where people were making out or getting more comfortable.
She saw Miranda's red jacket, her head diving into a man's kiss and looked for someone else. Not seeing anyone she took a deep breath and moved with rushed, heavy footsteps towards her. Tapping her friend on the back, Miranda turned to look at her, revealing the man's face whose tongue had been shoved down her throat only moments before.
Shock, fear and betrayal held her captive for what seemed an eternity; the years had changed him dramatically. His face looked harder and more chiselled then five years ago. Maturity had hardened his body and mind, revealing a depth that she had never noticed before. She could see it in his frame, in the way he held himself and in his eyes, eyes that use to be like steel. Unexpectedly, she saw a humour that was lacking in previous years. However she knew that face like the back of her hand. The look in his eyes may have softened and some of the steel chipped from the edge of his smile, but that resolve was still there, enough to make her stomach muscles clench as a wave of panic and arousal shoot through her.
As she stared at him she saw no sign of shock in his eyes or no stiffening of posture at seeing her. It was as if he was expecting her to be there. Her vision was fixed on his face; she couldn't take her eyes from it till she let her own wander over his body, noticing more finely the changes that time had wrought. She had to concede that he looked damn fine, quite edible in fact, until her eyes came to rest on the hand stroking the skin beneath the V of Miranda's shirt.
Miranda broke the spell she seemed to be under,
"What's up chicky?" She asked of her friend, accompanied by a tug at the base of her vest. She didn't know how long she had been staring at his hand but she replied distractedly.
"I'm outta here, Ran." She bent low to kiss the side of Miranda's cheek, as she averted her eyes from his face, noticing the excited blush stained cheeks of her friend.
"No Angel, not yet," Miranda complained. "Come, sit down and have a drink with Luca and I." She turned towards Luca with a smile, "Oh, sorry," she gushed without pause, directing her excitement towards him. "You haven't met Angel," giggling, she corrected while shaking her head and blushing deeper, "Angelina, before have you?" She didn't wait for an answer before turning back towards Angel. "Angel, this is Luca. Luca, Angel or Angelina."
He extended the same hand that had been playing with the flesh on Miranda's chest, forcing her to take it as he slyly remarked with a twinkle in his eye.
"Angelina," he paused, and still holding her hand, sat back further in the booth pulling her closer towards him, "please join us."
She squeezed her hand against his palm, trying to gain her balance at his slight pull. As she gathered her composure she smiled kindly towards Miranda,
"I would love to Hun, but I'm bushed and I'm headed for home." She deliberately pulled his hand closer towards her body, knowing from past experience that his hand and arm would stay firm. She raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer knowing that her breasts had already begun to harden and fill by simply being in his presence. He fixed his gaze upon them, as she knew he would, and waited until his eyes returned to her face, then mockingly winked at him, commenting ever so innocently, "Besides I wouldn't want to be a third wheel now would I." She dropped his hand like a hot coal and kissed Miranda's cheek again, stood straight and watched the flash of annoyance cross Luca's face.
"Night Ran," she whispered with care before turning her gaze in his general direction, she nodded her head, with her eyes slightly downcast, then changed her mind and looked him directly in the eye, letting the past rush up between the both of them, "Luca," she acknowledged, then turned and walked away, with her nerves and her heart shaking uncontrollably.
Blindly, she made her way through the lounge area and out onto the dance floor, all the while pushing and shoving people in her attempt to leave his face and the memories behind of the last time she had seen him. She pushed past a bouncer; he grabbed her arm to steady her before she fell to the floor. It wasn't the bouncer's face that crossed her vision; it was Luca holding her arm firmly after she managed to escape his room and the bed in which she had been tied to five years earlier.
Hot tears threatened to spill as she climbed into the taxi and gave her address. She sat back quietly watching the door to the club, in part hope and fear that his face would be seen as the taxi pulled away from the curb. However, no face watched her leave and the memories flooded her vision along with the tears that now silently spilled from eyes so crystal blue.
She'd gone to his apartment deciding to surprise him after he had complained of a long day at work and raided the chest of toys. He had called her earlier in the day and said he wouldn't be able to see her that night as he was working back late and their wedding plans would have to wait till the following night. Angel was in love with Luca and wanting to surprise and please him, she decided to wait for him in his room. Somehow, she managed to restrain herself to the bed after putting on a sexy little outfit that Luca had purchased for her for their engagement. She loved the feel of it against her body and felt wicked with the slit in the underwear that displayed her neatly shaved pussy to his view. She'd turned the lights off and was displayed upon the bed, laying there in wait of the man she loved.
Whilst tied to the bed, Angel thought about how far she had come in the four years they had been together. How innocent and naïve she had been about sex and relationships, but all that had changed with Luca and his appetite. She had learnt, much to her delight, that sex could be so much more then just the two of them and at times, was based on a mutual need to include others. She found that when they were together with others, she didn't mind that Luca put himself inside others or that he requested of her to be with other men and woman, as she could always look across and see the pride in his eyes as he watched her being fucked by someone else.
Their sexual relationship became that of Dominance and submission. He dominated and she willing submitted. She couldn't believe the joy that it had brought her or the discovery of self that came with it. She felt happy and content and loved Luca with everything within her. She knew she would do anything for this man until, tied down that night in his bed, when she heard the front door open, the sounds of giggling, and then the sudden harsh slap to skin.
