Neon Master

3

Back at the Obsidian club Lucas was having a drink, scanning the vicinity. He hadn't seen a woman he was drawn to and he felt like there was a big possibility that he wouldn't again. No one could compare to the woman. He wished he knew her name, having forgotten to ask. He again wondered if he'd ever see her again. He wasn't one to just show up at someone's door. But perhaps he would, using the excuse of checking on her. He pondered the thought as he observed, and that's when his eyes landed on the doorway. She was there, standing in a bright pink dress, and his heart stopped. She looked stunning.

Annabel felt nervous beyond belief as she walked through the doors, her heart pounding along with the rhythm of the music. She had also feared that she'd never see him again, and she couldn't let him get away without knowing his name, without thanking him for the small gift. She looked around the room and finally she saw him, his mouth slightly agape, as if he were surprised to see her. She winced slightly as she went to him, wondering if he thought she was a stalker.

When she reached him she smiled, "Hi."

His eyes scanned her lovely face. God she was so lovely. "Hello."

She wrung her hands, letting out a nervous puff of laughter, "I, um, wanted to thank you again."

She gave a curt nod, "You're very welcome."

She smiled wide, "I'm Annabel."

What a beautiful name, he thought, so classic. He smiled in return, "It's a pleasure, Annabel. I'm Lucas."

"It's nice to have met you Lucas."

He tapped the top of his knee, anxious as he took a sip of his drink, he needed a reason for her to stay. He could ask her for a drink, he'd already given up on looking for a woman, it wasn't like he was working. But something nagged at him, he desperately wanted to give her another try. He lowered the glass, "Come back with me?"

She caught an uncertain sound from leaving her throat, she wasn't sure if she could handle it again, but she was tempted. He was tempting.

She might have tried to hide it, but the look on her face was clear. She was unsure. He knew exactly what to say. He gave a light chuckle, "No spokes this time."

She blushed, letting out a small chuckle of her own, "Ok. But I'm paying this time."

He grinned, feeling like shaking his head. He'd never make her pay. Standing he placed the glass on the counter before turning back around to face her, "Come with me, my dear."

He lead her once again to his booth, wishing he could take her hand, but that would look bad for him, flirting with a client.

They both stepped in and immediately he knew what he wanted to try. He went to the table and beckoned her over.

She went to him and he smirked, feeling playful now. "Bend over," he commanded.

She flushed, having a feeling of what was going to happen. He was surely going to spank her, she just knew it. Something about it was exciting, everything about him was exciting; even just his gaze was thrilling. She nodded, "Yes master." She then did as she was told.

The fact that she had called him master was enough to make his cock twitch. That word leaving her lips was arousing beyond anything else. He wanted to praise her with punishment.

He took one of her hands and brought it forward to a plush purple handcuff, locking it in. He then walked around her to do the same with the other.

Her heart began to race as he secured her wrists, again feeling nervous about being unable to get out on her own. But she did her best to relax, telling herself nothing was going to happen. Nothing bad at least.