Dominated at the Bar

The air in the bar was thick with cigarette smoke and the sound of clinking glasses. It was a dimly-lit place with a mysterious aura, and Emma couldn't help but feel drawn to it. She walked up to the bar and ordered a whiskey, her eyes scanning the room for any interesting company.

That's when she saw him. He was sitting alone in a corner booth, his dark hair hanging in his eyes. There was something otherworldly about him, a predatory edge that made her shiver. He looked up as if sensing her gaze, and his eyes met hers. Emma felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, and she knew she had to have him.

She walked over to his table, and he looked up at her with a slight smirk. "What can I do for you?" he asked, his voice smooth as honey.

Emma swallowed hard, feeling suddenly nervous. "I. I don't know," she stammered. "I just felt drawn to you."

He chuckled darkly. "I'm not surprised. I have a way of drawing people to me."

Emma couldn't believe what she was hearing. This guy was offering to buy her a drink, but why would he do that for a stranger? His proposition took her by surprise and she hesitated for a moment before replying, "Why would you do that for a stranger?"

He laughed, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I want you to be my slave," he said softly.

Emma felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She had fantasized about being dominated before, but never thought she would actually find someone willing to fulfill her desires. Her mind raced with questions and doubts as she tried to process what he had just said.

"Who are you?" she asked him finally.

He leaned back in his chair, taking in the sight of her nervousness and arousal in equal measure. "I'm Darian," he said simply.

"And what's in it for me?" Emma asked cautiously.

He grinned wickedly. "The opportunity to experience something truly incredible," he said before standing up from the table. "Ready or not, bitch."

Emma hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She had never been into BDSM before, but the way Darian had spoken to her had ignited a fire deep within her that she couldn't ignore. She took a deep breath and nodded slowly, following him to his car as he opened the door for her.

Darian drove them both back to his apartment, the music blaring on the radio as they sped down the empty streets. When they arrived, he led Emma inside and shut the door behind them, locking it securely.

"Is this your place?" Emma asked nervously, scanning the room for any potential exits.

Darian chuckled darkly. "Don't worry, bitch. You're under my control now."

Before she had a chance to process his words, he had grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down onto his couch. Emma gasped as she felt restraints being tied tightly around her wrists and ankles.

"What are you doing?" she protested weakly.

Darian ignored her protests completely as he stripped off his clothes and climbed onto the couch beside her. "I'm going to show you how much fun submission can be," he murmured lowly against her earlobe.

Emma moaned softly at his touch, feeling a wave of arousal wash over her body despite herself. She tried to fight it off, but there was no denying that there was something deeply satisfying about being completely controlled by someone else.

Emma lay there panting and sweating, still trying to catch her breath. Darian had been relentless in his pursuit of full control over her body, and she couldn't deny that it had been incredibly pleasurable. But even as she basked in the afterglow of sex with Darian, she felt a twinge of doubt creep in.

"So, now what?" Emma asked, looking up at him with a mixture of hesitation and reluctance on her face.

Darian grinned down at her impatiently. "Now what? Now we fuck some more, bitch," he said with a chuckle.

Emma rolled her eyes before sitting up on the couch. "No, I mean. what happens to me now?"

Darian let out an exaggerated sigh before climbing off the couch and starting to get dressed. "What do you mean? You're my slave until you pay me a large sum of money."

"What?" Emma exclaimed incredulously. "How am I supposed to do that? I don't have any cash on me."

Darian turned back towards her with a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh come on, bitch. There must be something valuable in this place that I can take from you."

Emma hesitated for a moment before reluctantly reaching into her bag and pulling out a gold necklace she had been wearing all day. It was worth thousands of dollars, but she didn't want to part ways with it.

"Here," she said softly as she handed it over to him. "Take it."

Darian looked at the necklace with a nod of approval. "Perfect," he said before taking it from her. EMma watched as he examined the necklace, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. "But keep your money, bitch," he said with a smirk. "You're going to need it for when you're begging for mercy."

Emma felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, but also couldn't deny the excitement that came with being under his control. She knew this was dangerous territory, but there was something about Darian's dominance that made her want more.

Without warning, Darian grabbed Emma by the hair and pulled her back onto the couch. He reached up and began to tie her up again, expertly wrapping ropes around her wrists and ankles. Emma moaned softly as she felt herself being restrained once again, knowing that this would only lead to more pleasure.

Darian stood in front of her with a wicked grin on his face as he pulled out a set of clamps from his drawer. "You like that, huh?" he asked sarcastically as he began to apply the metal rings to her nipples.

Emma gasped at the sudden sensation as the cold metal made contact with her sensitive flesh. She tried to resist it but found herself succumbing to Darian's expert touch even more than before.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath as Darian continued to work his magic on her body. "That feels so good."

"But I'm serious. You are mine and I don't want to be disappointed again, so we're going out for dinner and then we'll see where this goes," Emma said playfully and they both smiled at each other.

Darian hesitated for a moment before finally nodding in agreement. "Alright, let's do this," he said with a smirk on his face.

Emma couldn't help but feel excited about their future together, and she knew that there was no going back now. They had come too far into their relationship to stop now.

As they got dressed, Emma couldn't stop thinking about the day ahead of them - the possibility of something new opening up between them. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this way about someone before Darian.

They drove in silence to the restaurant, both lost in their own thoughts. As they sat down at the table, Darian leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

"So, tell me about yourself," Darian asked suddenly, breaking the silence between them.

Emma let out a nervous chuckle before taking a sip of water from her glass. "Well. I'm 5'4" tall, have long blonde hair and blue eyes," she began hesitantly.

Darian raised an eyebrow playfully before responding sarcastically. "Oh really? That's all? You need to step up your game if you want me to be impressed."

The words hung in the air for a moment, neither of them knowing what to say next. Emma was about to get up and leave when Darian interrupted her thought process, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You know what? Fuck it," he said before standing up and walking over to the couch. "I'm tired of your hesitation, bitch. You want me to fucking dominate you? Well, now's your chance."

Emma looked at him in shock as she heard his words. Was this really what she wanted? To be dominated by someone who didn't even believe she had a personality?

But before she could protest, Darian was already pushing her back onto the couch and climbing on top of her. He straddled her hips, pinning her arms above her head as he ground himself against her body.

"Let's see if you can handle me," he growled before biting down on Emma's neckhard.

Emma moaned in response, unable to resist the sensation of his tongue on her skin. But even as she succumbed to pleasure once again, there was also a sense of disbelief that this was all they had left.

As Darian continued to dominate her body with expert precision, Emma found herself wondering exactly what kind of relationship they were in - one where they both just used each other for sexual pleasure or one where they truly cared about each other's feelings?

Emma's moans turned into a string of curses as she tried to accommodate Darian's huge cock inside her. She was already feeling overwhelmed by his size, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. Darian just laughed at her struggles before gripping onto her hips and slamming himself home hard. "That's it, you fucking slut," he growled sarcastically. Emma winced as he called her names, but part of her couldn't help but enjoy being dominated like this. She wanted him more than anything, and she knew that deep down. But still, there was a sense of hesitation lurking in the back of her mind - what if this was all too much? What if she couldn't handle everything that came with being his submissive girlfriend?