The Bartender

Eva

If Eva pictured her life ten years ago, she didn't think she'd be sitting alone at a dingy bar after getting ghosted on a blind date. The bartender swirled a rag through an empty glass, watching her sigh every few minutes. Eva caught his eye as she emptied her third glass of vodka cranberry, holding it out to him for another.

"Rough night?" He asks, his voice velvety and smooth as he takes the glass from her.

"Something like that" Eva says, with a forced smile as she got flashbacks from last night's event.

She can still smell the rusty scent of blood clear as day like it's been ingrained into her nostrils. She looked over at the ruggedly handsome man as he poured her yet another shot; a shot she knew she hadn't ordered.

As she graciously accepted the shot, Eva wondered if the man behind the bar could be the answer to all her problems.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before," the bartender remarks as he continues making drinks for the other patrons

"I usually stay away from those kinds of bars." She took a sip from her vodka cranberry the handsome bartender handed her.

"And why would that be?" He leaned over the wooden bar with a smirk. His eyes were illuminated by the overhanging lights just enough for her to see the intense blue of his iris'

"Cause you boys are all trouble." Eva smirked slyly back at him, extending her shot glass to him "Another one, please."

Rolling his eyes, he took it and handed her a full glass of old-fashioned. She eyed the amber liquid before looking back at him questioningly.

"Figured you needed something a lil' stronger, sweetheart." He answered her silent question before turning to serve another patron. Eva shrugged and started drinking, the drink going down her throat with a satisfying burn.

Shaking her head slightly, she caught his eye for a second, feeling the tightness in her stomach when he licked his lower lip slowly. She was going to need another stiff drink if she planned to sit in this bar with the God-like man a few feet away. How did she always end up in these types of situations? Flinching when another image from the night before flashed through her mind. "Are you okay Doll?"

Doll? Sweetheart? Was this guy for real?

Feeling the effects of the booze hitting her system, she wondered. Her gaze traveled to this man's tanned hands. They were a good size. He wore a couple of rings on his right hand, the silver metal glistening in the moody lighting of this bar. "I wonder what they would look like around my throat..." She murmured to herself.

 "I'm sorry I didn't catch that, doll? You want what around your throat ?" He asked. 

Fuck. Had she really just said that out loud?

Eva began to stammer and the bartender smirked as he leaned over, resting his chin on his hand as he drummed the fingers of the other hand on the bar top and whispered, "Did you mean you wanted these around your throat?"

Eva felt herself flush as she felt a rush of heat and wetness flow through her, biting her lip to stifle a moan, but she nodded anyway, stuck in his gaze, gasping, "Yes Daddy."

She watched as the blue in his eyes turned black with lust, his tongue flicking over that perfectly plump bottom lip into a smirk that could kill. "We'll work up to that, doll. Just Bucky for now."

As he turned back to grab some bottles from the counter, her eyes slowly drifted up his legs to his ass as she pictured how he would feel on top of her.

He turned back to her again, her eyes met his before he leaned down to brush his lips against her ear, whispering sultry, " I think it's time for you to tell daddy what you really want tonight, sweetie."