The Hazel Eyed Stranger Ch 01

You wanna hear a crazy story about how I met someone amazing? Not just met, I mean we did things together, naughty things! Okay, I'm a bit shy, but I'll tell you anyway. As the story proceeds you may find out that I have some weird kinks, but please don't judge me, okay?

So, the story is about this amazing guy. Don't ask me his name, because I don't know. He hasn't told me yet. He says I need to prove that I am worthy enough to know his name. He just loves to tease me! I've tried my best, but he says I just need to try harder.

I remember the night I first met him. I was at the pub that night, drinking away. It was probably the worst day of my life. I found out that my boyfriend, Esteban, had been cheating on me. I was heartbroken and angry, and Esteban had been trying to contact me trying to 'explain' why his sorry ass was with her, but I didn't want to talk to him anymore, I didn't even want to see his face anymore. I even blocked his number but he kept calling me from others. So, I just put the phone on silent and put it in my purse. I just walked into a pub up to the bar counter and had one drink after another. I had no clue how many I had, it was almost like I didn't care. I had only hoped that the alcohol and the music would make me forget this horrible disappointment.

Hours passed by in a complete blur. I had no sense of anything. And then they told me it was their closing time. So, I walked out of the pub. 'Walked' won't be the appropriate word, more like staggered out of the pub. I was almost about to fall when I felt someone grab my arm. It was a tall white man with beautiful hazel eyes. He had this intoxicating scent and my mind went blank for a moment. And then I felt him gently shake me.

"Are you okay?" he asked. His voice had a mild husky ring to it.

"I'm...okay..I guessss," I stuttered.

"No, you are not," he said, "Is there anyone you would call?"

I tried to find my phone in my purse, but the battery was dead! It must be that idiot Esteban calling relentlessly causing my battery to drain out. I was intoxicated and all alone and now I didn't even have my phone with me. I felt so helpless, a tear rolled down my eye.

"Hey," the stranger said, "I could call a cab for you."

My head was spinning so bad and I couldn't even see clearly. I could only see him looking at me with a deep concern as my vision faded in and out.

"Would you..." I said, "...drop me home?"

I don't know why I said that. I didn't know him. I wasn't even sure if I could trust him, but there was something about him, the tone of his speech and his body language that was very comforting. He had this kinda vibe, that gave me a feeling in my heart that I was safe with him. No logic could explain why I would feel safe with a stranger I just met, in an intoxicated state, but I just did.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I was almost leaning on him, unable to balance on my own feet.

"Yes," I whispered in his ear.

He led me to his car and we drove off. I told him where I lived and how to get there. I was quiet the whole time in the car, a lot of messed up thoughts running through my head.

Once we reached home, he helped me get out of the car and walked me up to the front door of my house. I found my keys and opened the door. I was so glad to have reached home safely.

"Thank you," I said

"Well, you are welcome," he replied with a smile.

"What is your name?" I asked.

He smiled and cupped my face in his palms. And then he looked straight into my eyes and said, "You'll know my name when I choose to tell you. And you are going to be screaming it loud with me deep inside you."

I was taken aback for a moment. Did he really say that? Or is my intoxicated mind imagining things? I saw a naughty twinkle in his hazel eyes and, I'll be honest, I felt hot when he said that.

He smiled and left. I just stood there watching him go.

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I woke up the next morning feeling lightheaded. I had a bath and I began to get ready for work.

Oh I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? My name is Shalini, I am 24 years old and I am a medical student. I'm currently doing my internship. I live with my roommate Helena. She is like my best friend! I don't keep secrets from her. Okay, so she is like weirdly fond of penguins, so I just call her Madam Penguin. She loves the name! Madam Penguin has been away on a vacation for almost a week now. She loves to travel. She told me one day she might travel to Antarctica to visit her penguin brethren. She'll be back in a few days, and there's so much I'm gonna tell her!

So, it was going to be the usual boring day, so I got dressed up in my formals and I left for the hospital. But I could barely focus on work. I have been thinking all day about the stranger I met at the pub. I wanted to meet him again, but there was no way I could contact him. I didn't even know his name, I didn't have any contact info, I even tried to recollect his car's license plate number, but I couldn't remember. All I remember is that it was a Hyundai Santa Fe, that is perhaps black in color, but I am not even sure about that. Last night was such a blur. But the thing he said to me in the end, it just kinda kept teasing me the whole time, and I'm not even sure he said that.

I checked my phone and there were 56 missed calls again from a new number and I didn't bother counting the number of messages, from sorry ass Esteban again. Does he really think saying sorry was going to fix everything? I wonder why he was even trying. There's no way I was going to get back with him after what he did. And trying to contact me like that was only making me angrier. Every time he said sorry, the visual of him with that girl flashes in front of my eyes, makes me wish I could just skin him alive!

Anyway, I tried to convince myself that I should not let that loser get the better of me. I wasn't interested in Esteban any more, I was interested in someone else now. I wanted to meet him again, kinda desperately.

Although there was no way to find the hazel eyed stranger, I thought maybe I had a chance that I might find him at the same place where I met him the first time. It was a Saturday when we first met. So, I decided to wait until next Saturday and visit the same pub, and if he's around, hopefully he'd notice me.

The next few days were so difficult to spend, since I was so eager for Saturday. And finally, it was Saturday evening.

I put on my favorite dress, it had a bronze fabric with a soft classy shimmer and it fit perfectly highlighting every curve of my hourglass figure. I wondered if the dress was a bit too short. But it covered all it needed to and I didn't mind flaunting my slender legs. The bronze perfectly complimented my light brown skin tone. I let my long dark hair hang down my shoulders. I applied a light eyeshadow and picked a bright cherry red lipstick. I looked at my reflection and smiled. I blushed thinking that he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off me if he saw me.

I entered the pub and walked up to the bar counter. I ordered a sangria and scanned the pub hoping to find the one I was looking for. Many other men gave me looks like they were interested but I just returned a cold stare, warning them to stay away. I am very particular about the man I would choose and tonight, I was looking for the hazel eyed stranger.

And finally I spotted him! I felt so lucky! But he wasn't alone. He was here with some friends and they guys looked like they were just chilling. I just kept staring at him and finally he looked at me. He smiled softly at me, and I was glad to know that he recognized me. I had hope that he'd walk up to me, but instead, he turned his gaze right back to his friends and continued talking to them casually, completely ignoring me!!

How could he do that?!! I so badly wanted to talk to him, and perhaps he knew that and he was deliberately teasing me. My mind was racing, I wasn't sure how to initiate conversation. I couldn't walk up to him, he was with friends and that would just be awkward and inappropriate.

"Does that guy come here often?" I asked the bartender.

The bartender looked at him and nodded.

"He hangs out here on weekends," the bartender said.

"Do you know what drink he prefers?" I asked.

"He isn't really particular about anything, but prefers Jack Daniels, I suppose," he replied.

"Have it sent over to his table please," I requested, "It would be on me and just tell him that the lady says thank you."

The bartender nodded and had a waiter take the drink to him. I watched the waiter give my message to him and he picked up the glass and looked straight at me and smiled. He then said something to his friends and walked towards me with the drink still in his hand.

"Well," he said, "Thank you for the drink, lady."

"You can call me Shalini," I said with a smile, "That night, I was such a mess and you were kind to me and you dropped me home. So I just wanted to buy you a drink as a token of my gratitude."

"I was just being a good Samaritan," he said, taking a sip of the whiskey, "But thanks for the drink, Shalini."

"I wanted to ask you something," I said, "That night when you dropped me home, and I asked you your name, what did you say?"

"I said," he replied, "You'll know my name when I choose to tell you."

He smiled playfully and winked at me.

"And after that?" I asked firmly, "You said something after that, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't," he replied confidently.

"Are you sure that was all you said?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I am sure," he said, with a confident smile, "But you seem to be certain that I said something after that too. What is it that you think I said?"

His reply got me flustered. No, I couldn't say out loud what I thought he said. If I really only imagined that, it would be so embarrassing!

"So, what is your name?" I asked, trying to dodge his question.

"My reply remains the same," he said, "You'll know when I choose to tell you."

Now that kinda annoyed me! What does he think of himself? But deep in my heart, I loved the fact that he was playing with me.

"You think your name is some classified information?" I asked, "I could find out who you are and where you live in no time!"

"Of course, you could find out where I live," he said, taking a sip of his drink, "I'll drive you there tonight if you are up to it."

I was taken aback for a moment.

"And you could find out other things about me if you are interested, which I think you are," he said, his gaze scanning me from head to toe, "Considering all the 'effort' you made to get my attention."

His gaze was so playful, it made me blush. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest at the thought of going with him to his place. I mean, I didn't even know his name yet, but when we talked, I could literally feel the sparks fly.

Besides I was so mad at Esteban for cheating on me. He made his choice, now I guess I was free to make mine.

"Let's go," I said.

And we walked out of the pub into his car. I was nervous. I had never hooked up with a stranger before. But I guess there is a first time for everything. And there was a storm in my head thinking about Esteban with that girl. It made me clench my fists.

"Are you okay?" the stranger asked, "You look upset."

"I'm not upset, I'm angry," I said, "I just want him to burn in hell!"

"Interesting," he said, "Who are we burning?"

"My boyfriend, Esteban," I said, "Ex boyfriend I mean, I saw him with another girl..."

"Well, that sucks," he said.

"He used to text me that he loved me 10 times a day, you know," I said, "And would ask 'do you love me?' 20 times a day! And he would get jealous even if I talked to a guy like normally. And then one day I walk into his apartment and find him all over this weird chick."

"He sounds like some kind of a control freak," he said, "When did you find out about the cheating?"

"Last Saturday," I said.

"Is that why you went all ham with the drinks last Saturday?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Sorry to know," he said.

"I just want him to know what it feels like," I said, gritting my teeth.

"So, someone's looking for revenge," he replied in a playful voice.

We reached his house. I was so nervous as I walked through the door.

"Be comfortable," he said, "Have a seat."

I sat down on the couch. There was no one else in the house. It appeared that he lived alone.

"Let's get you something to drink," he said.

I smiled and nodded.

He poured whiskey in a glass. I nervously picked up the glass.

"Hey, put that down," he said, "The whiskey is for me."

I gave him a confused look.

"You, my dear," he said, pouring water into another glass, "You are going to drink water. You have no idea what a mess you are when intoxicated."

I wasn't even sure whether he was teasing me or he was just concerned about me.

"Besides," he said, "I prefer you to be fully conscious to enjoy what's about to happen next."

I sipped water and looked at him anxiously. He stared at me for a whole 30 seconds while he sipped his drink. And then he looked away and smiled.

"You've never done this before, have you?" he asked.

"Done what?" I asked.

"Whatever you think you are here for," he said with a naughty spark in his eyes.

He was right! I had never gone to a stranger's house like this. I was nervous and I guess it was showing on my face that's why he could read so effortlessly.

He moved closed and began to run his fingers through my hair.

"I told you that you'd get to know many things about me if you came with me," he said.

I smiled nervously and nodded. He then suddenly grabbed a large chunk of my hair and pulled my hair back. I nearly screamed.

"Some of those things are going to surprise you, you know," he said, looking straight into my eyes while I struggled in his grip.

Wow, he was rough! Right from the start! Look at the sheer audacity! That was so bold of him I totally loved it!

"Tell me one thing honestly," he said, looking at my lips, "What made you pick this slutty red shade of lipstick?"

I was trembling in his grip.

"I thought...it was...a pretty shade..." I spoke in a trembling voice.

"Pretty huh?" he said, "You wanna know what's pretty?"

He pressed his thumb against my lips and spread the lipstick across my face.

"Looks so much better now," he said, teasing me.

That was such a huge turn on!! Remember I told you in the beginning that I have some weird kinks? This is one of them! I like to be humiliated, I like to be treated like a..., okay I won't say the word for myself but you know what I mean. I don't know why I LOVE to be treated his way, and I have no clue how he figured it out without me having to tell him. But, be warned, I am very particular who I would allow to treat me like that. I would let the person I trust and consent to, say or do almost anything to me, but if anyone else even tries, I'll shred them into minced meat. Did I sound harsh? Well, I am only speaking the truth, loud and clear.

Okay, so back to our naughty story, the hazel eyed stranger pulled me by my hair and dragged me off the couch. The feeble struggle I put up was a clear sign that I wanted him to continue doing this to me. It was almost like I was pretending to free myself from his grip, but only ended up messing up my hair completely. He pinned me against the wall. He held both my delicate wrists above my head and pinched my nipple from over my dress. I whimpered and struggled but he held me firmly.

And just when I anticipated that he was going to kiss me, he suddenly let go of me. I was disappointed that he didn't kiss me, and it was clearly showing on my face. It took me a while to compose myself while he walked up to the couch and sat down comfortably, watching me with a mischievous smile on his face. He knew I loved it! He somehow just knew!!!

I walked up to him slowly.

"Aren't you..." I asked with hesitation, "Aren't you going to kiss me?"

"Depends," he said, "If you can earn it."

See that? Teasing me again! He knows how I like to be treated! I know he wants me to beg for a kiss, coz that would make me look so desperate!

"What the fuck do you mean?" I asked angrily.

"Come here and give me your phone," he said.

"Why do you want my phone?" I asked,

"To take pictures of you," he said, with a smile, "You have no idea what a beautiful mess you are right now. I could take pictures with my own phone if you prefer that."

I had no idea what I looked like. But I knew for sure that my face was messed up. My hair was messed up too. And obviously it was better and smarter to let him take pictures of me with my phone rather than his.

I unlocked my phone and handed it over to him with a trembling hand.

"Good, now kneel," he said.

I knelt down slowly before him. He held the phone camera to my face. I looked into the camera nervously.

"Now let's see your best smile," he said, winking at me.

I was drowning in shame. I couldn't even imagine how dirty I looked with messed up hair and the lipstick smeared across my face. I was almost in tears and I realized I messed up my eye makeup when I tried to wipe my tears.

"That's even better," he said, teasing me, "Now smile."

I was feeling miserable but I forced myself to smile. I don't know why, but deep down I liked being treated like this.

"Slide the dress down a bit to give it a nice touch," he said.

I began to slowly slide down my dress. Perhaps I was just nervous but I had barely pulled the dress down to reveal an inch of my cleavage and he told me to stop.

"Stop!" he said, with a naughty smile, "That's enough! Don't be so desperate."

Did he just call me desperate? I could barely believe it! He was the one asking me to pull my dress down and he called 'me' desperate? Gosh this guy knew exactly how to mess with my head!

"Ok now smile for the picture," he said, pointing the camera at me.

I tried to smile, but I was so nervous, I was trembling.

"No, no," he said, "That's not your best smile. Are you upset that I didn't let you pull your dress all the way down?"

"Wait, what?" I replied.

"Okay, don't be sad," he said, "Go ahead and pull your dress down a little more and show all the skin you want. I just want you to be happy and give me your best smile."

I almost wanted to scream. He was playing evil games with his words! But my trembling hands pulled the fabric of my dress a bit lower and I tried to put on a bright smile this time, because I knew if I didn't, he would only humiliate me more.

"Are you enjoying it so far?" he asked me.

I didn't know how to answer that. I was, maybe, but I didn't want to say it. I was feeling ashamed too.

"Let's find out," he said.

"How are we going to find out?" I asked nervously.

"You are going to find out and let me know," he said with a mischievous grin, "Pull your panties down and touch yourself between your legs."

Oh no! He was about to find out that I was turned on by all this! I was so shy at this moment, I was trembling on my knees. I slowly pulled down my panties up to mid-thigh. I heard him continuously clicking pictures but I didn't dare to look at the camera anymore.

I gently touched myself. I was wet beyond imagination. I was so sensitive down there, the touch made me shudder. My fingers coated with my glistening lust. It was an overwhelming feeling! I just felt like running away and hiding somewhere.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm feeling ashamed," I replied tearfully.

"Don't," he said assertively, "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"It's just that I..." I couldn't complete my sentence, I broke into tears.

"Come here sweetheart," he said.

I got back up on my feet and walked up to him. He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. He let me rest my head on his shoulder and comforted me.