It was their 3 year anniversary but the night had been a disaster. Piper loved everything about Tabatha but lately things had not been great between them. Tabatha was working longer hours and always seemed to have a reason to not come home. When she was home, she was irritable and Piper couldn't seem to do anything right. Piper would wait until Tabatha was asleep before kissing her cheek then silently crying herself to sleep. Why did things have to be so damn hard?
But tonight had been the worst yet. A night out with drinks and dancing at their favorite club had turned into a screaming match in the alley just outside. Tabatha had thrown the ring that Piper gave her into the dumpster beside the door of the club and stormed off. Piper's shoulders slumped as she headed back into the club for a drink.
She slid onto a barstool and ordered two jager bombs. The bartender raised her eyebrow. "You don't look so good, kid." Piper didn't bother to look up at the pretty lady pouring her drinks.
Without acknowledging that she even heard the comment, she reached for the shot glasses. She dropped the first one into the red bull and chugged it down as quickly as she could. The second soon followed suit. "Two more" she ordered, slightly choking on her words as she held her tears at bay.
The bartender made two more and put them down in front of her.
Piper was unaware of much of anything around her. The music and noise of the crowd all mushed together into a dull roar of white noise. She was lost inside her thoughts.
He had been watching from the other side of the bar as she slipped onto her stool and began to drink heavily. His deep brown eyes scrutinized her body language. It was obvious that she was a wreck. Something devastating had just happened to her. He shifted on his stool and continued to watch her as he sipped his club soda with lime.
She drank until the bartender refused to serve her any more. Blurry eyed, she moved to stand and wobbled on her heels. She caught herself on the bar and the barstool next to her before she completely went down. Slowly straightening up, she did her best to focus in spite of the delicious buzz of being drunk. She stumbled her way to the door and stood on the sidewalk outside for a moment, confused as to what to do next.
He paid his tab and followed her out to the street. He walked over as he saw her fumbling in her purse for her keys. He snatched them from her hand. "Hey!" she protested. "Give me back my keys, motherfucker," she slurred as she sloppily tried to get them back.
"Oh no, you're not getting these back as long as you're in that kind of condition" he replied in a deep gravelly voice. He wrapped his arm around her to steady her as she began to wobble in her attempts to retrieve her keys. The body heat between them was almost electric as he pulled her in close. He looked into her periwinkle eyes for the brief moment that she allowed before turning her face away to hide the tears that had begun to fall unbidden.
This small moment of intimate contact with a stranger was more than she could bear. She collapsed against him as she bawled. He held her close and quietly shushed her. His big, calloused hand rubbed lightly over her back as he pocketed her keys. He looked up and hailed a cab as he held her tight. Shortly after being hustled into the waiting cab, Piper passed out.
The pillowcase was smooth against her cheek as she slowly woke. She felt warm hands running over the small of her back and moaned a little. It had been weeks since Tabatha had touched her like that.
She tried to stretch before realizing that her arms had been tied behind her back, bent at the elbows with forearms overlapping. Her legs had been spread and her ankles attached to a spreader bar. Hands pulled at her hips, raising her to her knees. She giggled a little, smiling to herself. Tabatha sure did have a fun way of making up.
"You're awake."
Her eyes snapped open instantly at the deep gravelly voice that most certainly did not belong to Tabatha. She looked all around at the unfamiliar surroundings and then tried to twist to see the source of the deep voice. His hands held tight on her hips to keep her in place.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her tone was indignant but touched with a trace of fear.
She yelped as a loud smack of his hand connecting with her ass filled the room. "I'm doing what you need to be done," he responded. "Now hush." The command was followed by him shoving her panties into her mouth and swiftly duct taping over her lips and cheeks. Muffled protests filled her throat as she rubbed her face on the pillowcase in a vain attempt to dislodge the tape.
His strong hands parted her asscheeks before he spit on her tight pucker. He reached for the big silver hook with a ball on the end and covered it with lube. She squealed and bucked as he slowly began forcing her asshole to accept the ball. He grabbed tight to her hips with his free hand, digging his fingers in the pliable muscle beneath her soft skin. She screamed and her back curled but she stopped bucking long enough for the round silver ball to push in past her sphincter and successfully lodge the hook deep in her ass.
He grabbed a fistful of her long, dirty blond hair and swiftly looped a rope through the end of the hook and around her hair which made her pull the hook in deeper every time she moved her head forward. He stepped back for a moment and admired his handiwork. He noticed the glistening arousal coating her bare pussy before stepping around the edge of the bed. He lightly traced his fingers over her exposed porcelain throat. "You're gonna be so much fun," he whispered close to her ear.
