The music wafted through the hall, gyrating from the tables across the open dance floor to the ears and mind and body of Lena. The Dark nightclub was full that night as Lena danced all alone. Bodies were all around her, moving, touching her heated skin, brushing past her moving form. Some would even dance before her, moving with her, but still she danced alone.
Her eyes closed to the world, she let her body move to the music. She didn't know what band played, what music moved her, she only cared that she danced. Swaying in perfect time to the beat, her hips twisted and coiled, her knees bent and straightened, her chest heaved and shook. Her arms were everywhere and nowhere, moving as the music dictated. She was in ecstasy, lost in this dark place, free to let herself become one with the sounds. She loved this place, these dark people with their own agendas that both desired and demanded of her.
She felt a stirring from deep within, a moistening of her cunt as she moved. Someone would take her home this night. She usually let some guy take her home when she came to The Dark; this night was a certainty. But that was later. For now, she had to move.
As Lena danced, she was aware of so many eyes upon her, lusting, wanting. But she was oblivious to the specific set of dark eyes that watched her from the fringes of the dance floor. Away from the thick crowd, Jason stalked the floors in search of his prey. He had come to The Dark, much like Lena had, for a purpose. He sought a prize, a creature to feed his consuming hunger. Not just any girl would do; he needed something special, something worthy of his chase, a prey he could savor and delight upon. From the moment that he entered the club, he knew she was the one, and became his prey from that moment on.
She was more exotic than any other of the creatures that roamed this place. There was something about her, something more, something at once untouchable and so very accessible. His eyes soaked in her form as he slowly circled the floor. Knee high leather boots, spiked with three-inch heels, covered the creamy skin of her lower legs. A black vinyl skirt did little to hide even the bottom of her ass cheek, and as she swayed and curled, it was all too apparent that she wore no panties. Her flawless thighs, milk white, were open and inviting to all that would look. A blood red shirt covered with a black leather vest was opened to the middle of her chest, her full breasts swelled out from the tight material. Her neck was long and smooth, leading to a pale face with sharp, pixie-like features, all framed by short, raven-black hair. Dark eyes, closed to the light, gleamed with an inner fire when she tempted those around her with a quick glance. She was special, so beautiful, so ripe for the taking. Jason circled ever closer to his prey. He would have her this night; a night like no other. Perhaps she would be able to quench his thirst.
He moved through the crowd with ease and stopped before this creature. Others around him, petty, small things, gave him dark looks as he dared to do what they could not command themselves to do. Watching her, breathing her heated scent, he began to move. Slowly at first, to his own rhythm, then with more passion, more feeling, as he let the music take him, and his moves mirrored hers.
Someone was dancing with her; Lena could sense him. Even though he never once touched her, his presence pushed down upon her body. She slowly opened her eyes and looked into his dark face. He was pleasing to look upon, dressed in a suit of black, his skin pale in contrast. And he moved like no man she had ever seen. She moved closer, not touching, not needing to touch. Electricity filled the thin air between them as they moved their bodies like one mind, gyrating, twisting, turning, and thrusting. They never stopped, never spoke, never took a single notice of those around them as Jason captured this lovely creature with his eyes, his body, his heat, his passion.
It was a short walk to Jason's apartment. They never spoke the entire way, never asked each other's names, but continued to move, continued to explore each other, never touching.
He led her up the steps to the large studio apartment. The windows were draped in thick, black curtains, blocking out both light and sound. Jason slowly made his way around the room, lighting candles as he did, until at last the entire area was glowing in a dancing, pale light. Lena looked about the massive room with shining eyes. It was divided neatly into separate sections; a small kitchen area, a living area, a massive four-poster bed complete with canopy, and a large section that captured all of her attention. It was filled with strange and exotic apparatus, from chairs and tables complete with belts and straps, to racks of whips and tools of torture and pain. She licked her lips as she scanned over the vast collection.
Jason moved in behind and captured her arms behind her back. She turned her head to him as their lips met in a lingering kiss. Their tongues melded and twined as they explored each other's mouths. She didn't resist as he released her arms and wrapped himself around her. One hand worked at the buttons of her vest and shirt, while the other roamed down her body and crept under her short skirt. She spread her legs to allow him access to her wet pussy. Lena moaned and swayed, leaning back against his strong form, as his fingers pushed passed her swollen lips and worked their way up inside her.
His other hand finally freed both her vest and shirt and he pulled them both off her shoulders and let them drop to the floor. He sucked and nibbled at her neck as his hands kneaded her full tits. She continued to sway, purring softly from her throat. He reached down and unzipped the side of her skirt, ripping it away and tossing it from them. She was in pure ecstasy as his hands worked over her naked flesh, rubbing her tits, stroking her pussy, caressing her ass as they moved in a gentle, rocking dance.
Without warning, Jason suddenly thrust her forward. She landed front first against a table that was erected vertically. Before she could react he was on her, pinning her to the table as he forced her wrists over her head into the leather bindings that were attached to the wooden surface. She struggled and tried to kick as he fastened her legs, wide apart, in similar shackles. With a cold face, he twisted her head and made her look at him as he shoved a ball gag into her open mouth and secured it around her head. Her eyes were livid, more with anger than fear as he disappeared from her vision. She twisted and pulled at her binds, but it was useless.
He let her stay like that for sometime before he appeared again. He had changed into a body suit of black leather, a full mask covering all of his face except his eyes and mouth. The only other part of him that was exposed was his hard cock, erect some 9 inches through a hole in the suit. She looked at him with a burning anger in her eyes. He reached out and grabbed one of her ass cheeks in his gloved hand and squeezed it. Letting go he brought his open palm slapping into the delicate cheek with a loud crack. Lena jumped as much as the binds would allow her and squeaked into the gag.