They met online, as so many couples do these days. Well, it would be a bit premature to call them a couple. He'd only come across her profile a few hours before. He had almost given up hope of ever finding what he was searching for, when, as fate would have it, her picture popped up. Slight, almost frail, with a blandly pretty face. 'Kitty wants to take care of you!' read the caption. His hand had hesitated for just a moment, weighing the pros and cons before clicking the link to send a message. Fifteen minutes later they'd arranged to meet for drinks at a downtown club.
He recognized her immediately, sitting at the bar looking vaguely uncomfortable as she sipped at a glass of ice water. Or maybe it was vodka – there was no way to tell for sure. “You must be Kitty. I'm Pete.” He held out his hand. “You're much prettier in person, I must say.”
She blushed hotly, eyes flicking down to her lap. “Thank you. It's nice to meet you, Pete. You'll have to excuse my paranoia for not letting you pick me up. I've been out of circulation for some time and I've never met anyone on-line before. You hear such horror stories.”
“I can assure you, you're safe with me.” He smiled a bit too widely, the dark part inside him capering wildly at the perfect prey it had found. This one he might keep for a while, at least if she continued to be so genuinely entertaining. Of course, he'd thought that once or twice before, but the initial glamour faded, and he discarded them after a few days, or weeks, and took up the search yet again.
“Aren't you going to have a drink?” Her voice snapped him out of his reverie.
“Of course. Bourbon on the rocks, please.” He smiled widely when she took it on herself to order for him. It looked like this Kitten would be fun to tame.
Several drinks later and he was following her to the door, trailing behind to admire the picture she made walking away. Yes, she definitely looked like a keeper.
He only half listened as she gave the cabbie directions, already anticipating the play that was to come. His breath quickened slightly as he pictured Kitty naked and begging at his feet, her long dark hair spread around her like a veil. She'd be even prettier when she cried. He sighed, eyes sliding shut as he considered what he would do with his pretty Kitty.
He didn't recognize the neighborhood, nearly identical suburban boxes stretched out as far as he could see. Her muddy beige ranch blended in with the ones on either side, no sign of her personality apparent from the outside.
He swayed slightly as she fumbled her keys out and unlocked the door. Must have been that last drink, he decided as he stumbled into the dark house behind her. Then she was pressing another drink in his hand and her breasts into his arm.
“Let me help you with that.” She quickly divested him of him of his shirt, pushing him back into a nearby chair.
He sank into its embrace gratefully, squirming slightly as she climbed on top of him. He debated just calling a halt to her game right now and getting down to business, but decided she'd be more pliant if he let her have her way at first. Surprisingly strong hands smoothed down his bare arms, hairs rising in their wake, and he felt the first frisson of fear trace its way up his spine.
He shifted uncomfortably, reluctantly raising his hips so she could slide off his pants even as he berated himself for his hesitation. Usually it was a battle to get them to this point, he wanted to just relax and enjoy his victory, but something wasn't right.
He gave in to his brain's demands and tried to stand, only to realize his hands and feet were neatly bound to the chair that was now tilting back, throwing him further off balance.
“What's going on here?” Kitty ignored his shaky demand, casting a beatific smile his way while she busied herself at the far side of the room.
“I'm not into this kinky stuff.” The protest fell on deaf ears, and the little spark of panic in his chest blossomed into a raging inferno when she yanked the cloth off what he'd assumed to be an end table, revealing an assortment of shiny sharp instruments.
“What are you going to do with those?”
“Why, I'm going to take care of you, silly.”
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