A Tied That Binds

Author's note:

Please be aware that this story is purely fictional made for adult entertainment only. Thus, I do

not

condone such behaviors, views, or treatments that some characters experience/portray in this story in relation to the, "real world." Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.

I look forward to your comments, so please feel free to email me and let me know your thoughts! This is the first part of the novel and several more are in the works, as this will be a 10-part series all together, as long as it generates positive responses from readers.

Special thanks go out to Silvercatseye & Texblondie for their hard work, encouragement, and editing expertise, which helped this story grow and reach its full potential.

-KariMeAway26-

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Part One: Taken

Chapter 1 -- The Club --

"Come on Callie, we're going to be late," Bridgett intoned, tapping her foot on the bottom of the last wooden stair.

"I'll be right down," Callie called back.

Callie and Bridget had been best friends since 1st grade. Both now 22, they were sharing an apartment and going to a university in North Carolina together. Family money (lots of it in both cases) supported the two juniors, paying the tuition, rent, and other "necessary" expenses.

In high school, Bridgett had been the one that other girls loved to hate and guys loved to fantasize about. In truth, she looked like Barbie, only better. She had long blonde hair, eyes that changed from blue to green; big breasts, a nicely rounded figure, and the expensive designer threads she wore only accentuated her body more. Callie could not remember a time when Bridgett didn't seem confident about her looks.

Callie, on the other hand, was the dark foil to Bridgett's blond beauty. Although equally monied, Callie relied on less-ostentatious clothing, her own natural build, and lots less makeup. She also preferred alone time to the social whirl and avoided the spotlight whenever possible. Looking in the mirror, Callie sighed. She would never have the confidence Bridgett did, and having a best friend who looked and acted like Barbie did not improve her self-confidence one bit.

Avoiding the mirror all together now, Callie sighed again and headed for the hallway. When she got to the top of the stairs, Callie saw Bridgett standing in her red Gucci heels and red mini skirt that showed off her slender fake tanned legs.

"Finally," Bridgett said huffily as she watched Callie come striding down the stairs. "I thought I was gonna get gray hair and saggy boobs by the time you got down here!"

Callie feigned a look of confusion, "Really? My bad, I didn't realize silicone could sag."

"Ha ha," Bridgett said turning around and stomping her high-heeled shoes towards the front door. "Can we go now?"

Moments later, Callie slid into the passenger seat of Bridgett's brand new Aston Martin DBS. The sports car's engine revved, as Bridgett put her foot down on the gas pedal. Callie watched in the side mirror as they sped away from their swanky apartment complex, wishing she were still inside it. Clubs simply were not her idea of a great time.

It had been Bridgett's idea, of course. The two friends had met, at was their custom, at a coffee shop just off the main campus right after Bridgett's 10:30 am class, some days back. On that particular occasion, Bridgette had been bubbling with a new bit of information.

'You're never going to believe this Callie, but that dorky guy who keeps hitting on me in my algebra class; you know, the one I told you about a few weeks ago, guess who he is?'

'Darth Vader?'

'Who the hell is that Callie, and seriously do you always have to be a smartass?'

'No, but I enjoy it when you scrunch up your face in annoyance and you have that old lady wrinkle on your forehead,' Callie said, hiding her smile behind her cappuccino. The look of sheer horror that came over Bridgett's face was too much, and Callie could no longer hold the laughter inside.

'You bitch,' Bridgett said angrily.

One sure way to piss Bridgett off was for Callie to point out any kind of physical flaw of Bridgett's, no matter how minute. Bridgett, however, had more important fish to fry.

'Well, anyway, this guy's name is Kade Haller, which means his father just so happens to be Lou Haller.'

'So?'

'So! Jesus Callie, don't you ever come out from that rock you're living under? Lou Haller is that rich old guy who owns the hottest night club in the city!'

'Oh no,' Callie said, realizing what was coming next.

'Oh yes, Callie, I got our name down on the guest list; this Friday night we're going to be at the hottest club in the whole city! I had to tell that dork I'd meet up with him there, but it's a big club and I think I can accidently lose him on purpose,' Bridgett went on quickly with a devious smile twisting her lips.

'Come on, Bridgett, you know I hate clubs. It's just a bunch of hormonal guys looking for a quick lay from whatever warm bodied woman they can get.'

'Don't be such a stick in the mud, Callie; come on, we never have fun together anymore, and this is a really great deal. People pay thousands of dollars just to get on this guest list.' Seeing that this had no effect whatsoever on Callie, Bridgett reverted to the one method that had worked on Callie since grade school.

Begging.

'Please, please, pleasseeeeee,' Bridgett pleaded.

Throughout their friendship, all Bridgett had to do was beg and Callie would give in, mostly because Callie hated disharmony and didn't like disappointing her friends. Additionally, Callie liked to pick her battles and only fight the big ones; arguing over whether they should go clubbing did not rank as a big battle in Callie's mind. Sighing and biting her bottom lip, Callie looked away from Bridgett to the now almost empty coffee shop. It had been a while since the two of them had been out together; finally consenting, Callie gave one defeated nod of her head.

Bridgett ecstatic, threw her arms around Callie, hugging her tightly and beaming. Callie couldn't help but grin back; the Bridgett shining through the smile was the one she loved. The one that Callie truly enjoyed being around. The two friends then broke apart and headed to their cars in the parking lot, with Bridgett happily leading the way.

That had been four days ago. Bridgett was now flying through the dark streets in the Aston Martin DBS, happily chatting in feverish excitement.

In high school, it had been fun to be best friends with the most admired and popular girl, but now it just seemed so...juvenile. Callie had grown over the past couple of years, but Bridgett hadn't. Bridgett lived in the past where she was queen bee, and she acted like it on a daily basis.

What does a girl do when she and her best friend are moving in different directions? Lost in contemplation, Callie bit hard on her lower lip and thought about how to approach such a topic with the overly dramatic Bridgett.

"Earth to Callie," Bridgett said with all the air of annoyance in her voice, snapping her fingers in front of Callie's face.

"Huh?"

"Hello, we're at the club! You need to get out of the car so valet can park it, spaz," Bridgett said. "Did you even hear a word I've been saying to you? You were zoned out the whole way over here!"

Callie hopped out of the car as the valet smiled and closed her door for her. He must have opened it while she was deep in thought, because she hadn't even noticed. Collecting a hefty tip from Bridgette, the valet hopped into the driver's seat of the DBS and drove away.

Callie turned to Bridgett, "Sorry, I was feeling a bit carsick, and zoning out helped."

"Whatever," Bridgett said rolling her eyes in disbelief. "Let's just go in," she added brusquely.

Callie strolled behind Bridgett as they headed up towards a heavily muscled bouncer and a short fat guy with a clipboard. Bridget told the little fat man who they were with a simpering smile, as he looked her up and down. After a few seconds of running a stubby finger down the list, he found their names.

"Got ya right here, gorgeous, now I just need to see some IDs," he said. His eyes rested appraisingly on Bridgett's heavy chest, while barely glancing at their drivers licenses.

"Thanks darlin'," Bridgett drawled as he slapped on her wristband, she waited for Callie to get her wristband as well, and then walked into the club past the massive bouncer with Callie trailing behind her.

"Sweaty fat bastard," Bridget said, repulsed. "Ah well, I gave him a thrill, maybe he's creamed his pants by now," she said laughing. She glanced at her friend and seemed to recall that she was still annoyed at Callie. "I'm gonna go find Kade and get that over with, see you later," Bridgett said to Callie harshly and then walked off.

One good thing about clubs was that they had bars, and getting shit-faced sounded like the best plan available right now. Taking one last glance towards a disappearing Bridgett, the dark-haired girl swiftly headed the opposite way towards the bar.

Chapter 2 -- The Encounter --

"Long Island Ice Tea please," Callie shouted to a harassed looking bartender. He nodded, gave her an intimate smile which she didn't return, and then began making her drink. The dark wood of the bar reflected the strobing lights and lasers of the club, drawing her eyes down to the polished sheen as she dug in her pocket for some cash.

Looking up she saw an absolutely gorgeous man across the bar. He was about 6'3 or so Callie guessed. His arms were well muscled, yet the musculature and build were sculpted and attractive, and were not overwhelming to the point of being grotesque. Likewise, his shoulders looked strong and broad, but his face was the most intriguing. He had a boyish look, which made Callie think he couldn't be much over 21. His brown hair was disheveled and standing up in all the right places to be endearing, as though he had just run his fingers through it a half a dozen times. What held Callie's attention though, were his eyes; he had the most beautiful and mysterious big green eyes Callie had ever seen.

Not wanting to be caught staring at the Adonis across from her, Callie gave the guy a polite smile and turned her head away. As she paid and took her drink, Callie looked back over to where the guy had been standing, but he was gone. '

Of course'

Callie thought, '

he's

obviously way out of my league

.'

Callie walked away trying to find a less crowded spot. Honestly, what did people find so fun about a place like this? It was like a carnal playground with a bunch of nymphomaniacs frolicking around. The club might have been large and the guest list exclusive, but the number of people currently gyrating to some incomprehensible song, having everything short of sex on the dance floor, was off-putting in the extreme. Callie was jostled a dozen times; her drink threatened more than once to end up on the floor or down someone's shirt.

Callie continued her search for sanity in a solitary place. The upper levels were not as densely populated as the dance floor, but there was more than enough humanity to intrude on her desire for solitude. Her search was finally rewarded with an unlocked door and a small meeting-style room, complete with a balcony that overlooked the ocean and, best of all, zero population. It was quite peaceful, as everyone else seemed to be downstairs dancing to the loud music and scouting out the opposite or for that matter or same sex. The music had died to a distant pulse and the timeless flow of the waves below her lulled her into relaxing, as she finished her drink, gazing across the moonlit waves.

"You know," said a deep voice from behind her, "you could really hurt a guy's feelings disappearing like that."

There are good times to have a smart mouth. Even as her logical brain was fumbling for a response, the smartass hindbrain had already laid out the game. "Sorry," Callie said, "I didn't realize my departure was so devastating for you."

"Well it was; I contemplated performing some incredibly dangerous stunt that would leave me bloody and dying, hoping all the while that you would come and weep over my almost lifeless body. That way, I could get you to fall on your knees beside me, weeping and confessing your love, which could then miraculously bring me back to life. But then, I saw you walking up here so I decided to follow and see what happened before I went through such extreme measures. However, if you want me to continue that line of thought, I'm sure I could come up with something..."

"Hmm, I'm curious; does a line like that usually work?"

Laughing appreciatively, he walked up beside her and leaned on the railing, hitching one foot up onto the bottommost rail. The pose was highly erotic to Callie for some reason. Swallowing hard, she looked away from him, and out across the ocean as he spoke again.

"I don't know it's the first time I've tried that line out. Is it working?"

Callie couldn't help but smile before answering, "Absolutely not, in fact it's probably the worst pick-up line I've ever heard."

"That bad? Hmm. Well, maybe while I'm thinking up another one you could tell me why a gorgeous girl like yourself is up here hiding out?"

"I'm not hiding," Callie protested, earning a raised eyebrow and slow glance around the balcony that had remained empty save for the two of them. "Okay maybe I am," she said smiling. "A friend of mine dragged me here and now I have no idea where she went, or what I'm still doing here."

He looked at her with a ghost of a smile on his face, but his green eyes had changed, darkening with some emotion Callie could not identify. They looked almost haunted, "You don't like it here?"

"No, I don't know. It's a beautiful club, but I guess I'm just not much for this kind of scene."

Searching her eyes deeply with his own, he finally nodded in agreement. "You're right, you shouldn't be here," he said suddenly backing away from her. "In fact, you should probably leave right now. I...I've got to go too, I shouldn't be here either." He disappeared as fast and as silently as he had arrived.

"What? Wait!" Callie said, heading after him, but it was no good, by the time she'd reached the bottom of the stairs, he had disappeared into the crowd.

Chapter 3 -- Cornered --

Shaken from the encounter and somewhat put out by the guy's mysterious departure, Callie could feel the sparse hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Whatever was going on here wasn't right, the guy on the balcony seemed tell her this in as few words as possible, and his green haunted eyes swam in and out of her vision. Getting out had never sounded so good to the shaken girl; the only problem was that her ride was somewhere in the club.

Weaving her way through the boisterous crowed on the dance floor, Callie tried in vain to catch sight of Bridgett. Her practical brain was now shouting that they needed to leave ASAP. An omen had been written all over the mysterious guy's handsome face.

"Hey beautiful," an older dark haired man with thick eyebrows and a leering smile said as he staggered into her.

Callie could smell the alcohol and the sweat, exuding from his body. Turning her back on him, Callie hoped he'd get the subtle brush off and go away.

Luck however, didn't seem to be abundant for Callie tonight and next thing she knew, Callie felt a hard slap on her backside, which caused her to turn around quickly. Stumbling backwards, Callie tried to put distance between herself and the imposing man now bearing down on her.

"What's the matter Bitch? You think you're too good for me or somethin'?" the man questioned aggressively. He seemed to be teetering slightly from all the alcohol he'd consumed. "I got exactly what you need right here," he leered, trying to focus long enough to peer down her shirt. He cupped himself suggestively.

Repressing a shudder, Callie again turned her back on the man, with every intention of walking away and heading home where she could put this strange night behind her.

Her intuition was screaming at her to get the hell out of here, and she wasn't one to ignore it.

Suddenly however, she felt the man wrap his arms tightly around her and grind his erect penis against her backside. Turing in anger, Callie pushed as hard as she could against the man's chest.

"Get off me!" Callie shouted. Two bouncers converged on the spot as if they had materialized out of thin air. The man quickly released her.

"There a problem here?" one of them asked.

"No problem," said the man, now looking at Callie in a way that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up again.

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Callie spent the next 20 minutes looking for Bridgett in vain to tell her they needed to leave. The crowded club made the search difficult, and the fact that she was now trying to avoid the drunk who had accosted her earlier was not making her work any easier. '

It's not worth it

,' Callie thought looking down at the watch on her wrist, it was only a little after 1am.

Bridgett always said it was a sin to leave a nightclub before dawn, but Callie had had enough of all of it. Thinking she would text Bridgett when she got home, and sincerely hoping Bridgett was okay, Callie headed for the nearest exit so she could call a cab. As she slid through, however, she realized two things. One, the exit opened onto a dank and eerie alley with poor lighting. And two, the door had already swung shut behind her with a solid thunk, the fire locks engaging and cutting off her retreat back into the club.

Swallowing hard, Callie looked left, then right. The alley seemed deserted. '

Grow up

,' Callie chided herself, '

it's just an alley, no big deal.'

Reaching in her handbag, she grabbed her cell phone and started looking for the taxi service's number she had programmed in, for just such an occasion. Finding it at last, Callie hit the send key and looked up as she put the phone to her ear. She stopped dead, her blood running cold.

Just a few yards away stood the man with the thick eyebrows who had been groping her in the club. Somehow, she was sure he wasn't planning to walk her to the curb and open the cab's door. Even in the poor light, she could see his lascivious grin as he started toward her.

Panic rising, Callie pulled the phone from her ear and started running. The door she'd come out of was no good; it had relocked from the inside.

A fine mist was coming down now as she gained the end of the alley, whirled around the corner, and found herself at the back of the club. If she could just make it to the front of the club, or even over to the valet parking lot on the other side she'd surely be okay.

Callie had long legs, which allowed her to run fast, but she was hindered by the way her high-heeled boots slid along the blacktop, dampened from the falling mist. Suddenly Callie slid on the wet pavement, lost her balance, and flew forward. The harsh impact knocked her cell phone out of her hand, where it smashed into several pieces. Biting back the pain in her throbbing knee, and gasping to reclaim the breath that had been knocked out of her by the impact, she jumped back up to her feet and tried to run again.

It was no use. Before Callie took more than three steps, the man tackled her to the ground with a grunt, half-crushing her into the asphalt as his weight slammed down atop her. She twisted to face him, the stale smells of booze and sweat assaulting her even as she fought to free herself.