Cascade

Smut#1

   

                           ●CASCADE●

Content warning ⚠️ -->> Explicit language, brief mention of molestation, age gap, foreplay, gun play, several kinks and BDSM.

SKY  

           A second ago I was contentedly holding a glass of whiskey, now it's plummeting down to the ground.
           I don't get to lament over the mishap since a pair of rough hands is already shoving my hip against the bar counter.
           Even before I can react to what is happening, the man is latching his lips onto the nape of my neck.
           His crotch flush against my ass, and I can feel his arousal.
            I am far from pleased at this unwelcomed presence.
           Actually, I'm feeling quite the opposite-pissed.
           The huge frown adorning my face will leave a permanent crease on my forehead. That visual of myself is not at all appealing to me.
             Annoyance prickles beneath my skin when I inhaled a lungful of his stinking breath. I almost gag.
             Before I push the heap of muscle off of me, I turn my head in the direction I think I might catch a sight of Aiden.
             He is already looking- or rather glaring my way.
             My heart drops to my stomach at that sinister look that begins to consume his entire calm and composed demeanor.
            I can't tell if that makes me excited for what he will do next or makes me uncomfortable. The feelings are extremely similar in nature.
            What I can tell is that I see his jaw flexing...from atleast ten feet away where I am being held against my will.

            His left hand clenches into a tight fist. The next moment he is hot on his heels, shoving past the sweaty bodies of people grinding up against each other on the dance floor. The closer he strides towards me, the more my urge to get away from here flares to life.

As much as I want him to push me against this very counter right now and ravish me, my better judgment knows to not let him get to this shit faced man who is all over me. If he gets his hands on this guy, there's going to be blood and bullets on this bar counter. He can't afford that right now with everything already going to shit.

So I do what I do best. I bring my right elbow up to my chest then shove it against the man's face as hard as I can. He let's me go upon the impact. Bringing a plam to his face he steps back with a sharp, pained gasp.
Take that you sicko.

I don't stop there because my eyes catch a glimpse of a fine looking bottle of champagne perched on the sleek black marble of the bar.
I grab it.
           The rest of the what I do and what happens, does not quite register in my mind because my eyes travel to Aiden.

That pleased smirk on his face sends jolts of spark down my spine, to certain other places that make me heady with thoughts that I should not have. But fuck.
       He could tell me that he wants to destroy me and I would get down on my knees.
Let him do everything that he wants; bend me over his office desk and fuck me six ways to hell and back.
No.
The man is withering at my feet, on the floor; cupping his face and screaming incoherent words.
        That's either his nose that I busted with my elbow or his skull with the bottle. Or, it very well could be both.