[This is my first submitted story, but I plan on submitting more so constructive feedback is much appreciated!] [This little tale contains themes of non-consent and drugs]
Little Gold Chain by Taii
I lay staring up at the ceiling above me. Or to be more specific, the curtains above me? And one very specific thought came to my mind. This isn't my bed. Looking around I can't help but notice this isn't my apartment at all. I try to sit up, but a sudden headache makes me fall back into the soft pillows moaning.
"Ah, you're awake" I hear from my left. I cry out in surprise as I see a man sitting at a small table in front of the window on the far side of the bed, drinking what looks like coffee and reading a newspaper. "Yes, sorry about the headache. There is some water and pills next to you that should help with that."
I look to where he's motioning, and indeed on my right on a bedside table, is two pills and a glass of water. I quickly grab them and throw them back with some water. It's a usual routine for me on Saturday mornings after a long night of partying. And this must have been some party I was at, not even remembering leaving with this man. I peek over at him again and he's just reading some paper, as if having a random girl in his bed is no big deal.
I'm able to sit up better and I move to put my back against the plush backboard. "Uhm, I'm really sorry but I didn't catch your name last night..." I pull the sheet up to cover my chest, only wearing a bra. The man folded his paper, setting it down as he took another sip of coffee and put that down as well.
"No, you didn't. I do again, apologize once again. I am Boris. But you can just call me sir," He answered, standing up. I notice then that he is just wearing a robe, which he starts to unwrap and reveal a sculptured chest and a pair of loose boxers.
"What are you doing?"
"Sir," he responded.
"What?"
"Call me sir, as is respect." I stare at him in disbelief before I start to get out of bed, be damned if he sees me in my underwear. This is just too weird. But it was then I notice something wrapped around my ankle. I throw the covers back and see a leather cuff strapped around my ankle, a little gold chain attached, leading off the bed.
"What the fuck?!" I reach down to try to take it off but a little padlock has it secure, no amount of tugging could get it off. "What is going on?" I turn towards him and scramble off the bed to see he has now stripped naked and is crawling on the bed, his dick dangling below him.
"I said, call me sir," he growls and grabs my arm, his grip firm pulling me back on the bed. He throws me down and straddles me, pinning my hips down with his hands.
"Sir," I find myself saying, which surprises me and causes me to stop struggling for a moment. Why did I just say that?
"Good girl, now why don't you take your bra off for me, nice and slow," he smiles down at him, his fingers teasing the lace on my thong.