a Sequel to "The Belt" a few night's later...
Night fell quickly across the city of Seattle. Thousands of the cities residents flocked to the various night clubs and restaurants to pursue both innocent and naughty intentions. One particular resident had the latter in mind, specifically what he was going to do to another resident. His name was Markus and tonight he was going to live out several fantasies. Elizabeth was her name and his obsession of late. Their first encounter in the hilton several weeks before had lead to an elaborate list of erotic experiments. Markus could feel his cock beginning to swell in anticipation of the night's festivities.
His memory flooded back to that one day as he drove through the dark streets of Seattle in his black mercury marauder, he drove through the city awaiting a sign of where his objective would take him on this night. An alert from his cell phone broke him from the trance of driving aimlessly. It was an update from Facebook, Elizabeth had posted her coordinates. Unlike many on the social networking application, she posted using latitude and longitude instead of just checking into the venue. Not many people would go to the trouble of actually looking it up. Markus took a moment to check and found she was at a popular dance club; The contour. The powerful v8 of his engine roared through the city. A text popped up on his phone as well, no doubt the first of many on this evening.
"Im wearing a very short black dress." The text was from Elizabeth, a new excitement had ignited within him as he imagined her pale flesh gleaming under the many lights of the nightclub while she no doubt danced with the many patrons of the downtown clubs. He knew she would be dancing as provocatively as she could when he finally set eyes on her. Her personality flared with exhibitionism.
The short drive wasn't enough as Markus parked his marauder and made his way into the club. His eyes had always searched for the dark brown that flowed from her scalp and shimmered in the light. He made his way through the throng of people but could not find her, as he was about to check his phone for a new update he caught sight of the soft tresses that were so familiar to him. Every other individual in the nightclub was ignored from that point on. She glanced over causally as she did when he was near and quite teasingly, she smiled then grabbed hold of a pretty young girl who was dancing close and kissed her passionately. A combination of arousal and jealousy washed over him but he continued to keep his distance. On this night the force that she taunted within him didn't back down as it did usually, something in his mind told him he was going to act on his feelings. As he was contemplating this, she had moved around the dance floor and was putting on quite a show. Was this display for him?
"Did you like that? Her lips were so soft." The new text read. Markus groaned beneath his breath, the silent voyeur in him had been pulled to the surface. He watched her move gracefully around the floor, the occasional flirty smile made the lust that had been building since the first encounter burn through his body. As Markus began to close the gap between himself and Elizabeth, she vanished. It was further infuriating that she could escape him so easily. She was no doubt onto the next hot spot to show off to all who looked upon her. Oddly she continued on foot, the plan for the evening was to continue in a taxi, uncertainty spilled into his consciousness. A new location notified him and he made his way to the street, he observed her slender form walking seductively down the street. For a moment he considered all the things he could do to this woman once he finally touched her again.
As he began walking toward her location he caught a scent of her perfume. It drew him in like a blood hound. Markus walked briskly and with a hunger for his obsession that made him question his sanity. For months he had observed, listened and occasionally flirted with the woman but there was something blocking him from taking a new step. From the shadows of the Seattle streets he followed her from a distance. He found it odd that she never looked back even once. After a considerable amount of time she descended into another bar known as "The war room" she was leading him on quite the pursuit this evening but he didn't care all too much. When Markus entered the club he found her dancing with several men at once, their hands were boldly grasping at her body as she teased them. He circled the dance floor, watching intently, hungry growing within him. For a moment he considered taking her on the dance floor. She saw him approach and moved away slightly yet close enough to whisper.
"I see your wearing that belt I adore so much. Are you going to use it on me again?" He had to close his eyes for a moment to process the arousal that was flowing through him.
"Are you going to tie me up and make me scream?" she asked, coiling her body around him as he stood stoic on the dance floor.
Her familiar scent engulfed his senses as she began grind against him. He looked into her eyes, devouring her in his mind. Her eyes met his as they had done the first night yet this time she whispered.
"Hurt me." This elicited a ferocious growl from his lips, an exaltation of need that even surprised himself. This was the most provocative she had gotten so far and it shocked his mind. The sultry focus of his attention had begun to dance around the club to tease him mercilessly. She had dispensed with the subtlety completely. As time progressed it had become unnecessary.
"I need to be punished again." She sent to him amid her dancing, he wondered when she was finding the time for the teasing text's but logic had become lost.
