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Bound by Heat

By: JackOfHearts222



Note: While this story deals with all new characters, it is suggested to read "The Worst Way to Pay a Debt" from my story submissions in order to get a full picture. Thank you for reading.

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Detective Duncan Price had been on many murder scenes during his career, but none were like this one. Several police officers and other crime researchers were attempting to gather any evidence they could.

Price was a tall man and a bit on the bulky side. His skin was very dark, and he kept his head and face clean shaven. On this particular case, he was talking to a medical investigator that he had used many times in the past.

"So, what are we looking at here? Some kind of gang out of control?" Duncan had asked standing over the much older researcher.

The white haired, bearded man looked up from the body that he was examining, but not for long.

"This man's head was thrown into this desk so hard that his neck snapped. Death was almost instant."

"What could do something like that?"

The researcher shook his head as he continued. "I have no idea. It's like this man fell from a very high up position... this isn't even possible."

Duncan nodded and replied, "What about the rest of them?"

The medical examiner stood and walked over to the overweight man whose body slumped along the wall. He pointed out the throat as he said, "This man's throat was completely crushed..."

"You mean he was strangled?" Duncan interrupted.

"No." The M.E. cut back in. "It was completely crushed as if done by some sort of machine."

"Is there any evidence of machinery?"

The M.E. shook his head no in response.

"So... what did I miss?" The very attractive young blonde interrupted. She wore a dark full suit, much like Duncan's. The only difference was that hers was much more feminine.

With her entrance, the medical examiner turned to look at Duncan for answers.

"Oh..." Duncan started like he had been caught off guard. "This is Detective Katrina Williams. She just transferred in from across country."

Katrina reached out with her hand to shake the M.E.'s, but he held up gloved hands. 

"I'm sorry... I didn't even think about that. I'm Detective Price's new partner."

The M.E. nodded and replied, "It's about time you got a new partner."

"I've worked with a few people." Duncan defended.

The older man said, "You know what I mean. I didn't see any sign that machinery was used other than the obvious damage to the bodies. I need to do some more tests, but I'll let you know if I find anything."

"Of course." Duncan said as he turned to Katrina. "Did you find anything from the other workers?"

"From the ones I could find. Apparently, one of these guys was the boss. I'm guessing the fat one from the descriptions. Nobody I talked to seemed to know what was going on, and there are so many rumors flying around it's hard to figure out which are the real leads."

Duncan focused on Katrina's face as he asked, "But you do have something?"

"Maybe." Katrina continued, "There was one girl working here that the club manager called 'Doll.' Apparently, there was some serious stuff going on between them."

"Serious enough for him to die over?" Duncan chimed in.

"Could be. Nobody knew what her real name was, so I had to dig through some stuff in the office until I found an address."

"No name though?"

Katrina shook her head and responded, "Not yet."

Duncan motioned for them to leave and said, "It's a start."

They rode in Duncan's car, with silence for the first part of the trip.

"You're a very quiet person." Katrina had noted.

At first, Duncan didn't respond. Slightly, he turned to her and asked, "What?"

"Lost inside your head again?"

He looked back to the road and nodded. "Sorry... I do that from time to time."

"I know that you don't know me very well, but is it something you can share with me?"

The moment became uncomfortable as Duncan just looked out to the road ahead. They stopped at a traffic light, which caused another uncomfortable silence.

Katrina was the one who broke it when she said, "I read about what happened to your partner. I'm sorry."

Duncan just waved his hand as the light changed, and the car continued forward.

"I'm guessing it did a number on you."

For the first time, Duncan really took notice of her and responded, "It did, but that's not the worse part."

This had pulled Katrina in as she leaned toward Duncan and asked, "What?"

Something in his expression had changed.

"After Ryan died I started to work more and more. I guess I felt guilty... I don't even know why."

"A response like that is natural."

"Yeah." Duncan continued, "But... I didn't spend much time at home."

Katrina finally realized as she asked, "So you have a wife then?"

"I did." Duncan responded.

Katrina slid away a little as she said, "I'm so sorry... I didn't..."

"It's okay... she's not dead or anything."

"Then, what happened?"

Duncan pulled the car and parked it outside the apartment complex.

"She connected with somebody else... somebody that made her happy."

"You don't sound mad about that?"

Then Duncan turned to look Katrina in the eyes. The emotion was all over his expression.

"I was furious when I first found out and she said she was leaving; but I wanted her to be happy. That's what it finally came down to. I couldn't really blame her for that. Besides... I wasn't much of a father at that point."

Once again Katrina was confused and asked, "You have a child?"

Duncan nodded and replied, "Yeah...a three year old girl. I'm not even sure if the divorce has been finalized yet."

"You've lost so much." Katrina started to say, but Duncan cut her off.

"It's alright. Let's just see if we can find this woman."

Both detectives found themselves outside the apartment door. After a few knocks, the door opened up to a very beautiful dark haired woman with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Both her hair and body were soaked.

"Can I help you?" She asked as she looked from one detective to the other. For whatever reason, her gaze fell upon Duncan.

Duncan asked, "Do you work at a gentleman's club called Heat?"

The woman simply nodded as both detectives looked at her.

"May I ask what your name is?"

The woman responded to Duncan's question, "It's Casmira... um... Casmira Harris."

"Are you married, Ms. Harris?" Katrina had asked.

"Yes, I am."

Katrina continued the questioning, "And does your husband know you work at the club?"

"He does." Casmira had responded. "I'm not working there anymore. I quit last night just before opening."

"So you don't know?" Duncan asked.

Casmira looked to him and waited.

He said, "The club owner and several others were found dead."

"Oh.." That was the only response that Casmira gave. This caused both detectives to look at each other.

Katrina asked, "Did your husband like having you work at the club?"

Casmira shook her head no.

"I see... can we speak to him?"

"You could if I knew where he was."

Duncan then spoke up. "You don't know where your husband is?"

"I haven't seen him in quite a while. We had a fight about me quitting the club, and then he left. Finally I quit last night..."

Tears started to run down Casmira's face, and she tried to stop them. For the moment, she couldn't speak.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" Katrina asked, and Casmira simply nodded.

"I'm sorry... everything..." Casmira couldn't speak. "It's been really hard the last little while."

Detective Price then asked, "Would your husband want to harm the club manager?"

Casmira nodded and then said, "But he wouldn't have been able to. That man always surrounded himself with bodyguards and thugs. My husband wasn't a strong man... I don't think he could have done it."

This statement caused Duncan to think. It wasn't just what Casmira had said, but also the way she had said it.

"Anybody could have killed somebody with a gun."

Casmira looked at Duncan and asked quickly, "Were they killed with a gun?"

Duncan shook his head no and said, "No... but you already knew that. It was all over your answer."

She turned away for a moment and then back.

"Who killed those people?"

"I don't know." Casmira had responded quickly.

"There were cameras all over that place. We'll be able to find out if you were there or not."

Casmira tried to cover herself up tighter in the towel and she sat down. Nothing else was said for a moment.

"Are you going to arrest me?"

The question almost caught Duncan off guard. He then noticed that Katrina was doing something on her phone. Duncan asked her, "What is it?"

She looked up at him and replied, "They have somebody at the station. A woman that they think witnessed the attack. We should get over there."

Duncan nodded and looked back to Casmira and said, "Don't go anywhere."

On the way back, there was very little talking this time. Apparently, both had a lot on their minds.

Once inside, the station was oddly quiet. The police chief himself stood outside the interrogation room. He was a shorter man that had worked for the police for several years. He had scars on his face to prove it.

"Do we have anything?" Duncan asked.

The police chief turned to look at Duncan. He replied in a rough voice, "No. She refuses to talk and keeps spouting off random crazy things about monsters."

"Monsters?" Katrina asked. Both Duncan and the Police Chief turned to look at her.

"Yeah... monsters. Apparently, she thinks that one will kill her if she talks."

Katrina looked at the girl in the other room.

Duncan said, "I want to go in there and talk to her."

"Be my guest." The Police Chief responded with his hand held out.

Within a moment, Duncan entered the room and took a seat across from the young blonde girl. She looked away as Duncan looked at her.

"Do you need anything?"

The young girl shook her head no, and a tear ran down her face.

Duncan nodded and took a moment. "We can help..."

Quickly, the young girl shook her head no in response to Duncan.

"Why do you think we can't help?"

Slowly, the young girl turned to look into Duncan's eyes. There was fear there that he had never seen before. Something that bordered on terror.

"There's nothing you can do."

Duncan took a different approach, and he leaned in as close as he could. In a very soft voice he said, "I've seen monsters before."

This got her attention as she leaned in toward him.

"I can help you, but I need to know what kind I'm dealing with."

For the moment, she considered his offer, but then backed away as she said, "I can't tell you here. I don't know where he is."

"He?" Duncan asked, and the girl started to cry uncontrollably. 

Duncan stood to go over to her, but she jumped up and ran over to the wall. She started screaming, "HE'S GOING TO KILL ME... I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID ANYTHING!"

Duncan tried to get close, but she swatted at him. 

Once back outside with the Police Chief and Katrina, Duncan said, "Well... at least we know that there is one guy that we're looking for."

"And apparently that one guy is some kind of monster." The Police Chief said mockingly as he turned and walked down the hallway.

"You've seen monsters before?" Katrina had asked. The tone in her voice had confused Duncan for a moment.

"What? No... I was trying to get her to talk."

Katrina looked intently at Duncan for a moment. He had no idea what was going on, and finally she turned and walked away.

Later, Duncan had found himself outside. The sun had gone down, and the moon lurked overhead. He had lost track of time as he looked the evidence collected. Katrina stood at the bottom of the steps with a smile on her face.

"You do work late."

A fake smile spread across Duncan's face as he responded, "Yes, I do. Why are you still here?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Duncan had no idea what she meant.

With a very alluring smile she responded, "I was waiting for you."

At that point, Duncan was sure he knew, for the most part, what she was after.

"Listen... I don't think it's a good idea for us to..."

"Have a drink?" Katrina interrupted.

"What?"

"You went out for drinks with your last partner, didn't you?"

Duncan nodded and said, "Yeah... but that..."

"This is some kind of weird thing with me being female isn't it?"

He started to stumble over his words and finally said, "Well, yeah... but that wouldn't be an issue if you weren't beautiful..." Afterward, Duncan had caught himself and stopped. He had no idea why he had said that.

"You think I'm beautiful?" Her smile seemed to get even bigger. For a moment, Duncan thought he saw her blush.

"Just come out and have a few drinks with me. I promise I won't take advantage of you."

Duncan laughed out loud and replied, "Oh, so I have to worry about you taking advantage of me?"

"Oh yeah." She quickly shot back. Her being so forward was something that didn't fit with the person he had met earlier.

After a brief moment, Duncan finally responded, "Sure... why not."

Several drinks and many hours later, Duncan had found himself back at her place. His mind was a little cloudy, and he didn't remember how he had gotten there.

"Do you want something else?" Katrina's voice came from the kitchen.

"What? No..." To say that he was a little confused was an understatement.

Katrina popped back up in nothing but high heels. Duncan looked at her perfect body and quickly turned away.

"You weren't lying about that taking advantage thing."

Quickly, Katrina sat down on the couch beside Duncan and softly turned his face to hers.

"You are something else." Katrina had said with her lips right in front of his. "I have been throwing myself at you all night. Even gay guys would have given in by now."

"This seems very sudden... and I'm a little hazy with the details of how..."

"You drank a lot." Katrina laughed out.

Duncan did remember drinking a lot, but he also remembered her drinking a lot, too. She didn't seem to be that affected by it.

He stood up quickly and looked around the room. It was very dark and he asked, "What happened?"

She didn't stand but rubbed her hands along Duncan's pants as she said, "We talked... a lot actually. More than... well... I'm not used to just talking like that with somebody. It was nice."

With his hand stretched out, he rubbed it along her cheek as he said, "If it was nice then let's not mess it up."

Katrina turned her face and leaned forward to rest her head on Duncan's leg. 

"You are amazing..." With that a tear came from Katrina's eye. Duncan noticed as he pulled her up to him.

"Hey... what's wrong?"

She looked into his eyes, and both were lost. "I can't believe your wife left you."

They leaned into each other and their lips met for a kiss. It was passionate and went on for an eternity. Finally, she pulled him into the bedroom, and this time Duncan did not stop her. 

Katrina gave him a hard push, and Duncan ended up sitting on the edge of the bed. Once down on her knees, Katrina's hands found their target. She undid his belt and pulled out a large erect dick. Without a word, she took his cock into her mouth and very slowly slid all the way down to the base. Duncan was shocked as he had never experienced that before.

She looked up with her blue eyes making contact with Duncan's dark ones. She stayed like that. with her head speared on his cock, for a long time. Slowly she came off, but as soon as she reached the tip, her head rammed hard back down. Duncan let out an audible grunt as she proceeded to force her face down on his dick.

The pace picked up and the motion was like a hard fucking. Duncan didn't even know a person could do this as he was very large and thick. If it was at all possible her pace picked up, and Duncan felt his climax approaching.

Quickly, he pulled her off of him and stood up. Katrina was confused as she looked at him.

"What's wrong?" She asked with her eyes almost pleading with him.

"I don't want to finish like this. Not yet..."

"Oh..." That was her only response.

He pulled her close and they once again started to kiss. Slowly they both ended up on the bed and continued passionately making out. 

Duncan started to look around and Katrina noticed and asked, "What is it?"

"Do you have any... protection?"

She shook her head no but then quickly said, "Don't worry about it."

This also took Duncan off guard. "Don't worry about it? What if..."

"I'm not worried about it." She had said matter of factly.

He leaned up and said, "That has me worried about it."

"Oh my lord..." She started and sounded annoyed. "You sure know how to kill the mood."

Katrina leaned up and started to deeply kiss Duncan once again. Something caused him, against his better judgment, to continue. 

She pulled herself close to him as his dick slid over her wet pussy. He was about to put it in when she yelled out, "Wait!"

Duncan looked back at her not knowing what was going on.

"Maybe we do need some kind of protection."

That almost caused Duncan to laugh as he was about to get up, but she pulled him back.

"I don't understand."

With a quick smack at her head board it flipped around to show three different kinds of shackles and chains. Two looked to be for the wrist and another for the neck.

"What in the..."

Katrina placed her finger over his lips to stop him.

"It's just something I'm into. Would you do the honors?"

She lay back down on the bed so that her wrists and head were next to the restraints. Reluctantly, Duncan snapped each one around each part of her. She pulled at them a few times.

"Make sure they're secure."

Once again, Duncan didn't know what was going on, but he checked.

"Yeah... they're good."

Again, Katrina smiled up at him and spread her legs wide. Even with all the strangeness, Duncan was rock hard and ready. He placed his black dick at the entrance of her pussy and started slowly in. That is until Katrina thrust herself upward to impale is cock into her. She gasped out as he bottomed out into her. Slowly he started to pump her.

"Faster... fuck me faster!"

He wasn't one to turn a lady down and started to thrust hard into her. He pulled her legs up as he started to ram her with everything he had, and Katrina loved every moment.

Duncan leaned in, started to kiss and suck on her neck. This also drove Katrina wild as she bucked into him.

She closed her eyes with intense pleasure and finally opened them to reveal that they were now solid yellow. Fangs had appeared on her teeth, and she was about to bite down onto Duncan; but just as her teeth touched his neck, she pulled her head away.

With even more force, he rammed down into Katrina, and she opened her eyes once again and saw the moon light outside. Her fangs still showing, she pulled so hard at her bindings that the whole bed moved. Duncan looked at the bed and then back down to Katrina. Her eyes were closed as was her mouth as she simply laid there.

"Everything okay?"

She nodded without opening her eyes or turning to him.

He thrust down into her again, but this time at a slow pace. He turned her head to face his, and placed his lips on hers. Slowly his tongue worked its way in and she opened her eyes. At first, they were still yellow, but then faded back to blue as she returned the kiss. Katrina closed her eyes as they slowly thrust into each other.

Duncan put his hands around the collar that was on her neck and undid it.

"No..." Katrina started to say, but Duncan removed it anyway. 

He removed all her bindings and for a moment Katrina didn't move. Duncan slipped his hand behind her head as he pulled her up to him again and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him, and they passionately continued.

With force, she rolled him over and rode his cock. Quickly, she shoved herself down on him. As Katrina bent down, she softly started to kiss on Duncan's neck. Once again her fangs appeared, but after a moment they just as quickly disappeared. She started to kiss Duncan once again.


Bound By Her Desire



She couldn't believe he had come into her bar... HER bar!! A hundred bars in this town, and he had to come to hers. Fucker! Yea, he had broken her heart... Dumped her for that skinny blond chic. But she wasn't sitting around crying. Fuck that shit! Lizzy moved down the bar to stand in front of him. Fists moved up to rest on her hips... She wasn't some skinny girl. No, she had strong legs, hips, broad shoulders. Green eyes glared down at him. A strand of red hair had fallen out of her pony tail. She brushed out of her face irritably. He kept his head bowed, elbows on the counter, as he stared into a glass of soda.

"Jack!" She snarled. His head came up slowly. A two day scruff of beard covered his face. There were craggy lines on that face, that hadn't been there before. Brown hair was rumpled. His eyes met hers, then slid away, guilty. Anger flared up hot and raw in her chest. Suddenly her hand came off that hip, and she smacked him hard across the cheek. She hit him so hard it turned his head. The bar went quiet, as everyone turned to stare. Fred rushed over.

"What are you doing, Lizzy?" He hissed, furious. Technically it was his bar, she worked there. But still, Jack had no right to come in here...not after what he had done. Lizzy turned her fiery eyes on Fred, ready to go off on him. 

"It's OK, Fred." Jack said, holding up a hand. With the other, he rubbed his jaw. A bright red spot showed up under the scruff. "She has a right to be pissed. I was an ass."

"You think?!!" She snorted. "Why are you here, Jack?"

"I came to say I'm sorry, Lizzy." He gave her a sad look, finally meeting her eyes. "I need to make amends." 

"Oh, now you're sorry.... Now you're sorry?!!" Nostrils flared, and she swayed, ready to strike again. 

"Go cool off, Lizzy." Fred said, pointing to the back hall. "Maybe you should leave, Jack." Lizzy stood her ground, staring them both down. Jack grabbed his leather jacket off the back of the stool. 

"I was stupid, Lizzy, really stupid!" He said, backing away. "I need to talk to you. I'm sober now." He turned, heading for the door, riding boots striking the floor. Liz didn't relax until she heard the hum of a motorcycle engine starting up in the parking lot. 

Gravel crunched under her boots, as Lizzy headed out to her truck. It was her baby, the old '79 Chevy, silver and chrome. Fred's Honda sat nearby. Theirs were the only vehicles left at the bar. She was exhausted after work... and all that drama with Jack. A movement off to the left caught her eye. A shadowy form...outside of the ring cast by the parking lot light. It was coming her way. 

"STOP!" She commanded. The figure continued to move toward her... Bulky shape, moving with purpose. Ducking low, she had her Smith and Wesson 9mm out, arm extended.... Hand was braced against the hood of the truck. The slap of the slide, as she'd chambered a round, still echoed through the empty lot. 

"Oh shit!" Jack hissed, freezing. "Oh God, don't shot me, Liz!" At the sound of his voice, she lowered the gun, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She studied him, as she emptied the round from the chamber, and fed it back into the magazine. There was no sign of his motorcycle here... must be down the road a bit. She tucked the gun back into the waist of her jeans. She didn't say a word, until she had it stowed away. He moved toward her, into the light.

"You're back." It was a statement. Her lips pressed tight. "You shouldn't go sneaking up on people in the dark, Jack."

"No shit!" He grimaced, eyeing her warily. "But Lizzy, I really got to talk to you..." He glanced nervously at the bar. Fred would be coming out any minute. Jack knew the man would not be happy to see him back here. 

"Got nothing to say to you." She growled. "Unless you want me to hit you, again."

"You can do that if you want..." He said it so softly that she almost didn't hear him. 

"What?"

"I said... You can hit me again, if you want too." A little louder this time. Liz stared at him for a long moment, then strode around the truck to where he stood. She brought her hand down across his face with a resounding SMACK. He stood still, absorbing the blow, eyes closed. Suddenly, she reached up under his open jacket, grabbing a fist full of muscle. It was right where the neck and shoulder met. 

"Kneel down, and say you're sorry." She ground out the words. Her hand was pulling on him. Jack hesitated for one split second, then denim hit the dirt. Gravel pressed through the jeans against his skin. He stared up at her in the light. 

"Is this what you want? Me on my knees?" He asked. She nodded silently, lust darkening her eyes. Stepping forward, she kicked his knees further apart with the toe of her boot. A hand reached down to run through his hair, then she grabbed a handful and roughly yanked his head back.

"Say it then... Say you're sorry now." She spoke in a low husky tone. 

"I'm so sorry, Lizzy!" Came his murmured reply, as he choked back a panting sob. For a second, it looked like she might kiss him. But she thought the better of it, and stepped away, releasing him instead. He moaned at her absence, missing that kiss. He almost missed the words tossed over her shoulder, too...

"Follow me home."

Home was still the trailer, set out on the edge of the desert, on the five acre lot. The moonlight shone so bright, it cast shadows over the landscape. She parked her truck and watched as his Harley pulled through the gate. A canopy stretched along the front of the old renovated Airstream, casting a dark shadow. Moving toward the door, she left him to find his way in. Jack stopped to stare at the place. It used to be his home. She had kept it up nice. Three years ago... The memory hit him like a gut punch. He very nearly hit his knees again...

All they seemed to do was fight, some sort of power struggle, constantly. He was partying a lot with the motorcycle club. She was working at the bar. There was some dumb blond hanging on him every chance she got. Lizzy was pissed. He kept telling her to relax, trust him. She wanted him to tell the girl to get lost... Said it was his job to do that... to let the bitch know he was taken. He never told her that there was nothing going on with that girl. Just kept insisting that she should trust him, told her to back off. One night, things blew up something fierce. Another big fight, Lizzy crying in the small kitchen. He was drunk again. Yanking the trailer's title out of a file, he signed it over to her... threw it down on the table. Then he had packed up his saddle bags and drove off into the night. Stupid! Left her here, all alone... So far from friends and family. Riding on the side roads, he took two weeks to get up to Washington State. Then, still angry with her, he got a job as a lumberjack. Took him about three months to realize what a mistake he had made... Yea, he was pretty thick headed. Once it hit him... The reality of what he had done, he was too ashamed to go home, or even call. It took three years of kicking himself in the ass, before he decided to at least a try to come home. 

'Here goes nothing' He thought, watching the lights come on in the trailer... But there had been something there, when he had knelt for her tonight... right? Had he misunderstood that look of desire in her eyes? He walked to the door and knocked. A muffled "Come in" from inside. Heart in his throat, Jack yanked open the metal door and stepped up the stairs. Liz was sitting in almost exactly the same spot as she had been the night he left... Only now she wasn't crying. Now, she had her arms crossed, regarding him with a stony stare. Yea, she had gotten tougher over these past few years... No doubt about that! 

A pair of handcuffs sat on the table. He eyed them curiously. She had always been bossy... pushy even, but never kinky. His cock throbbed hard in his faded jeans. They were too tight to hide anything. She eyed his crotch with a raised brow. 

"Been gone a long time, Jack." No trace of the sweet smile that used to light that freckled, sun kissed face. 

"I was an asshole" He said, wondering how many more times he would have to say that.

"Was? Something change?" Such a hard look.

"Yea... I grew up. I realized how much I want you, how much I need you." Maybe this had been a bad idea, coming back. Maybe she just wouldn't take him back.... Wouldn't forgive him. 

"Did the blonde bitch leave you? Is that why you're crawling back?" Stone cold. 

"I never was with that girl, Lizzy. She just hung on me. I... I should have told you. Should have told her to get lost..." He felt drained and sad.

"What?" She frowned. "What the fuck, Jack... All that fighting we did, you weren't even with her? Why?"

"I wanted to be with you...." He looked down and scuffed his boot on the floor.

"NO!!" She roared. "I mean... Why didn't you tell me you weren't with her?!!" She had come up off the bench seat and had a fistful of the front of his shirt. At 5'8", she did not have far to look, to make eye contact. He only had two inches on her. She shoved him back, and he lost his balance, grabbing the counter. Panting, he regained his footing, but stood open to her, not making a move to get out of her grasp. Three years ago he would have yanked away from her and stormed off. But she was touching him... that was enough. His breath hitched, as he looked down at her. There it was again, that lust in her eyes. Chest rising and falling quickly, she stared back at him... A challenging look. He held her gaze for a few seconds, then glanced away... yielding. He had never done that. A buzzing feeling filled him, and he felt lightheaded. Glancing back at the hand cuffs on the table, he shivered.

"It was stupidity... Sheer stupidity..." He said, drawing his eyes back to hers... trying to let her see into his heart. Her face softened ever so slightly, and she let go of his shirt... moved back to the table and sat down with a sigh. 

"Where've you been all this time?" She wasn't looking at him... she was staring out the darkened trailer windows. 

"Washington... Lumberjacking." He knew how crazy it must sound to her.

"Why?" She frowned again, looking more confused than angry.

"Because I was stu...."

"I know... I heard you the first six times! You were stupid and an asshole... I got that!" She was angry again. Green eyes flashing ... "But for three years, Jack?"

"I didn't know how to say I was sorry, until now." He murmured, hands spread. She had to lean forward to hear him, then leaned back on the seat and nodded absently. A full two minutes of silence went by. Jack stayed very still, waiting for her to finish thinking. Abruptly, her voice broke the quiet. 

"Would you get back on your knees for me, Jack?" She turned to him, dark desire back in her eyes. Swallowing, he lowered himself to his knees again, keeping his eyes cast down. The hardness of his erection was painful, and he felt hot with embarrassment. He heard her stand, and saw her boots come into his line of vision. Again, she kicked his knees wider, and he heard a whimper. It took him a second to realize that the sound came from his own throat. 

"Take off your shirt." She said, the words drifting down. Quickly unbuttoning enough buttons to get the thing over his head, Jack yanked it out of the waist of his belted jeans. He pulled it off, further ruffling his hair. Before he could figure out what to do with it, she took it from his hands and tossed it on one of the bench seats. She walked around him, running a hand over his lean hard shoulders and back. 

"Fuck, Jack... you got really ripped..." It was ropey muscle, gained from hard manual labor. She came back in front of him and ran a hand through the light dusting of brown curls on his chest. The hand circled a small nipple, then pinched it hard between her fingertips. He grunted, grimacing, unused to the sharp bright pain. She had never been like this before... They had always just fucked, like regular people, and it had been good. They'd done oral too, made each other feel great... But this... this had his heart racing and his brain spinning out of control. She pinched the other nipple and he made that whimpering sound again. Had he fallen off a cliff somewhere? Was this a dream? The pain that flared, when she roughly twisted them both, snapped him back to reality. Letting out a hoarse cry, he sucked his chest in and started to reach for the counter... to pull himself up. What was she doing? A hand pressed down on his shoulder, and she grabbed a handful of hair, pulling his head back again. 

"If you get up, without my telling you to, you're walking back out that door... Understand?" She spoke slowly as she leaned down to his ear. He nodded and sank back to his knees. Holy fuck, what was happening? Abruptly, she stepped away from him, back to the table. Um, that beautiful ass.... But he was distracted by a clink of metal, as she scooped up the hand cuffs. Oh, shit! His dick throbbed, and for a second, he thought he might hyperventilate. 

"Stand up and turn around." She said. There was a calm kind of confidence about her now. So new. He stood and turned, waiting.

"Put your hands behind your neck, Jack" It was said as if she knew he would do it... and he did, even interlacing his fingers. But, as the metal closed around his left wrist, he grew a little panicky. 

"Do you have the keys for these, Lizzy?"He tried to look over his shoulder at her. She ignored him, as she fastened the cuff around the right wrist. Then, returning to stand in front of him, she pulled at a necklace that hung around her neck. He hadn't noticed it before. It fell down inside the V of her "Fred's Bar" t-shirt. She pulled it out and displayed the little hand-cuff keys that dangled at the end of the chain. He nodded, breathing a little sigh of relief, and was surprised by the smile that touched her lips. 

"How many guys have you locked up like this, Liz?" He asked, swallowing. 

"You're my first" She said thoughtfully. 

"Then why were you carrying the keys around?" He felt awkward asking these questions, while he stood there cuffed, hands behind his head.

"Been hoping for the right guy to come along." The words sounded more like a thought then an answer... God, this all was so confusing... But so arousing! He had come here to apologize to her... but, who was this woman now? The warm tingling in his balls told him that whoever she was, she had his attention. 

"We're going to the bedroom." She stated, as her hand slide up under the belt at the back of his jeans. She pushed him forward down the narrow hall. To make it through the tight space, he had to fold his elbows in around his head. He was pushed in through the bedroom door. The bed was neatly made, the room tidy, except for two objects that caught his attention. On the bedspread sat a magazine and a hot pink vibrator. The magazine made him come to an abrupt stop, and she almost stumbled into his back. On the cover was a kneeling man, with a round black ball gag strapped across his mouth. Rope criss-crossed the man's body, tying his arms down tightly to his torso. Some sort of metal was clamping each nipple. "Bound By Desire" was splashed across the top of the page. He stood transfixed, until she pushed her way around him, sweeping the magazine and vibrator off the bed. "Oh for Christ's sake... It's just porn!" She sounded annoyed, as she dumped it into the drawer of a bedside table. His throat worked for words, but he was too stunned... Stunned that his sweet Lizzy would have something like that. Heat filled his core, and the image of the bound man was burned into his brain. A rough yank against is his arm brought him back to reality. 

"Stand in front of the bed, Jack." 

Once she had him facing away from the bed, calves nearly touching the frame, Lizzy went to work on his belt. As she unbuckled it, her knuckles scrapped against the warm skin of his belly. A line of dark soft curls traced the center of his abs, sliding down into his jeans. She watched with satisfaction, as the muscles ripped at her touch, and his breath caught. Slowly, she unsnapped the jeans, then slid the fly down. The outline of his thick cock sat to one side of his fly, black cotton boxer briefs holding it snug. There was a wet spot at the tip of that bulge. She felt a zing of fire run through her at the sight of it. This would be so much better then looking at the magazines and websites! Quickly, she worked the jeans down to his ankles, then yanked his underwear off his hips... Careful to avoid touching the dick that bobbed out of the confines of his clothing, she pushed the underwear down to sit with his jeans. Reaching up, she lifted his cuffed arms above his head, bringing them to rest in front of his body.

"Relax." She commanded, as she shoved him roughly to sprawl backward on the bed. "Move up toward the top." Arms crossed, she watched him hitch himself awkwardly up the bed. It was a difficult task with his hands and feet hampered. Once he was positioned to her liking, she moved up beside him, placing a hand on that taut belly. 

"Put your hands over your head." The bed was on a handcrafted platform frame with a built- in headboard. The headboard contained metal railings. Lizzy, and her carpenter friend Roger, had made it a year ago. She loved it... could not wait to finally use it as she had originally intended. How many nights had she dreamed of this? Kicking off her boots, she climbed up the bed and straddled his chest. She pulled the chain out from her shirt and leaned forward, across his face, unlocking a cuff. Then the cuff was threaded through one of the metal rails, and reattached to his wrist. Jack rubbed his face against her breasts as they slid by. Growling, she sat back and smacked him hard across the face, for the third time that night.

"Did I tell you to do that?" She asked, staring down at him. He shook his head ever so slightly, but did not look repentant. Grabbing a nipple, she twisted hard. His body jerked under her and he grunted. She reached for the other one, and he shied away... 

"OK!" He gasped. "I'm sorry... I won't do it again." He licked a lip nervously, but as she slid back, her jeans grazed roughly against his hard cock. She eyed it, then looked back at him. His gaze shifted, embarrassed. Climbing off, she headed for the bedroom door.

"I'm going to take a shower. I smell like the bar." She turned back for another long look at him... cuffed to her bed, naked save for the tangled clothes around his ankles and his biker boots. His dick was erect and throbbing, dripping precum. A shudder ran through her, and this time her growl was one of primal lust.

"Don't go anywhere." It came out in a raspy whisper. 

"You're not leaving me like this, are you, Lizzy?" He asked, eyes imploring. She shot him a sadistic grin and left the room.

It seemed like an eternity, waiting there, cuffed to the bed. Jack listened to the sound of her in the shower. For a moment, he contemplated whether he could get out of the cuffs, if he wanted to. No, it wasn't possible. That gave him a few minutes of panic, but then he forced himself to calm down... and admit that he didn't want out. He thought about that for a little while, and his drooping cock came back to life. He groaned and wished she would hurry... knowing she was taking her sweet time. Finally, she came into the room in a soft white bathrobe. She went to a drawer and dug through it. Her red hair was combed out and hung damp over her shoulders. Pulling a few things out, she left the room again, not looking at him. The tune she was humming caught his ear. Jack followed her with his eyes, then threw his head back against the bed in frustration. 

After dressing, she returned to the room. A tight white tank top, low cut, showed off her ample breasts and lean waist. A pair of black and white checkered boy shorts accented her flat belly and full hips. She moved up to his side. With the knuckles of one hand, she traced his bristly jaw line. She loved how he stared at her with those vulnerable eyes. The knuckles came up to trace his lips, and she fed a finger into his mouth.




Bound By Her Desire



"Suck it." She said, feeding in a second finger. Swallowing hard, he sucked gently, wrapping his tongue around them. 

"You need a word." She said, pumping her fingers in and out of his mouth. "A word to tell me if what I am doing is too much... if you really need me to stop." She slid the fingers out of his mouth and he licked his lips.

"You haven't done anything that I can't handle." He murmured quietly. 

"Oh, we haven't really gotten started, Jack!" She said with a short laugh. "Give me a word." 

"Lightening" He said, after a moment's hesitation. It was one of the few things that got him off the road.

" 'Lightening' it is, then... Remember that, OK?" She waited until he nodded, then got up and went to a nearby bureau. Light flared as she lit candles. Grabbing a bottle of baby oil, she came up close and dripped it generously onto his chest and belly. More was poured over his cock and balls. He sucked his breath in, as she began to spread the oil over him with firm hands. She worked it into his chest hair. Then, staring him in the eyes, she stroked the oil over his cock and balls, circling it into his nest of hair. 

"I sure don't need a word to stop this!" He said with a little laugh. Raising an eyebrow, she dried her hands on the towel she brought in, and got up. She retrieved a lit white candle from the dresser. It was about an inch thick. Bringing it to hover a few feet over his belly, she eyed him. He gulped and shivered. The candle tipped slowly in her hand, and hot wax spilled out onto his abdomen. 

"Ahhhh..." He groaned, abs tightening. He panted for a minute. She watched, waiting until she had his attention again. Now the candle was above his left nipple. His breath came in little bursts, eyes fixed on the candle. A whimper, as the wax splashed onto the nipple and down his side. Glancing down, Lizzy was astonished to see how hard his cock had remained. Slowly, she brought the candle down to hover over that pulsing muscle. Again, his eyes followed, then grew wide.

"Nooo... Nooo... No, Lizzy, please!!" He strained against the cuffs, shaking his head. 

"You have a word, remember?" She asked, face hard. "Are you going to use it?" He stilled for a moment, staring at her. He was going to have to say that word, if he wanted this to stop. Shaking his head, he dropped back against the bed. His eyes closed, face flushed. Lizzy sat there holding the candle, letting more wax form.... Waiting for him to look at her again. After a second, he opened his eyes.

"Ready?" The question came when she saw his vision fix on her. It was actually more statement than question. Hands thrusting upward, he grabbed the nearest headboard rails, gripping tightly. Then, he nodded. Holding it a little higher, this time, she tipped the candle. Slowly, she let it drip down to splatter over his shaft, trickling down his balls. Drop after drop rained down. Moaning and shivering, his head fell back as the sensations hit him. She dripped more wax on his nipples and down his chest... onto his belly again. His torso was covered in white wax... When his eyes met hers, he looked dazed and drunk. His expression was soft. 

Setting the candle back in the holder, she leaned inches above his face. Hand fisting his hair, she finally gave him that kiss on the mouth. Lips opening to welcome her, he whimpered, letting her tongue plunder him. The kiss was invasive and demanding. Panting, he let her take him. This was a side of him she had never seen. It did something to her, pierced her with a raw hunger. Grabbing the cuff keys, she moved quickly to unlock the cuffs. He looked confused. She kissed him again.

"Take your boots and pants off" She urged in a husky voice. He scrambled to comply, as she headed to the bathroom. 

As she left the room, he worked to untangle the mess of boots, jeans and boxers. He heard water running in the bathroom.

"Wipe the wax off your cock and balls." She instructed, returning with a warm cloth and towel. It surprised him at how easily the wax came off, with the oil beneath. He peered at her under lowered lids, his breathing soft, quickly following her command. He felt lightheaded. She moved to the closet while he cleaned up. A cardboard box sat up on the shelf, and she lifted it down, setting it on a nearby chair. He could get a glimpse of an assortment of strange things inside... some things still in the wrappers. The box puzzled him.... Had she been collecting these things? Kinky things?

"Kneel on the bed." She instructed, pulling something out of the box. His breathe quickened, as he climbed onto the bed and knelt. "Hands at your side." He dropped his hands down, trembling a little. This was so crazy... He had just come to say he was sorry. But there was no way he could walk out now, no way! And she had kissed him... That right there was enough to make him stay. He eyed the thing she had in her hands... it was a 2" wide black leather collar, with a metal ring on the front. Oh, shit!

"You gonna put that on me?" He asked nervously, swallowing. His cock throbbed. A solemn nod was his answer. Two fingers lifted his chin up, and then she fastened it around his neck. There was a burning sensation low in his groin. Why was this getting him off? Standing back, she admired him with those green lust filled eyes. The leather felt overwhelming against his throat. He tried to meet her eyes, but had to close them instead. Head bowed, he flushed hot with embarrassment. 

"You're mine now, aren't you, Jack?" He could feel her body so close, as she breathed the words into his ear. He nodded, not trusting his voice. She reached out to brush wax off his nipples, grazing the tips with her fingers. Goosebumps formed on his skin as he shivered under her touch. Abruptly, she turned and went back to the box. She returned with an assortment of leather cuffs. Jack gulped, but sat still, as she wrapped thick leather bands around his upper thighs. She had him scout back to kneel centered on the bed. Then she strapped cuffs around his wrists, and fastened them to the outside of the thigh cuffs. Occasionally, she would stop in her work to look at him greedily. Next she moved behind him, and fastened cuffs to his ankles. Coaxing him into a wider kneeling position, she connected some short metal chains from the ankle cuffs to the thigh cuffs on either side. Now, he was immobilized. Wrists and ankles secured to his thighs. Ropey muscle tensed. He fought against the panic.

"Do I still have that word if I need it?" He asked through clenched teeth, head tipped back.

"Yup" Lizzy said, riffling through the box again. She came to stand in front of him again, objects in hand. "Do you want to use your word now?"

"Uh, uh" He said, shaking his head 'no', the collar shifting against his neck. "Just need to know it's still there." His chest rose and fell with his effort to control his breathing. But for some strange reason, his cock was rock hard, dripping precum on her bed. She grabbed the baby oil again, and rubbed some onto his swollen dick. It felt heavenly, and he thrust his hips forward as much as the restraints would allow. Quickly, she smacked it with her open palm. He groaned and thrust forward again, unable to stop himself. 

"Sit still." She commanded, a little growl in her voice. He nodded, swallowing against the collar. Slowly, she worked a black rubber ring down his throbbing cock. He stared down in wonder as his cock grew bigger, veins standing out along the shaft. It glistened from the oil. "Holy shit!" He moaned, wishing he could jack it. But he was distracted from that thought, as she returned to the box... prying a package open. What now? Standing in front of him, she held a black rubber cone shaped object in her hand. Was that an ass plug? He had seen them in the porn stores before... A shudder ran through him. No... Oh Hell, No!! He started to shake his head. 

"Come on, Lizzy... No way... that's not what I think it is... is it?" He couldn't take his eyes off of it.

"It is, Jack... It is what you think it is... but not the biggest one I've got. You can handle it. You still a virgin back there?" She eyed him. He nodded at her question and then shook himself.

"Of course I am! You can't put that thing in my ass... Come on, baby, you're not serious! Are you?" He pulled at the restraints. She stood calmly in front of him, sexy legs crossing, ass plug in one hand, lube in the other. 

"I think you can handle this... For me." She said calmly. He shook his head again, but had stopped struggling against his bonds. 

"For Me." She said again, in a husky tone. Slowly his eyes came up to meet hers.

"Will you kiss me again?" He asked, voice unsteady. He couldn't believe he was agreeing to this. It was so crazy. She nodded, holding the eye contact.

"Yea, I will definitely kiss you again, if you do this for me." 

"OK... but will you stop if it hurts too much?" He felt desperate and scared. Tossing the plug and the lube on the bed, she climbed up beside him. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his neck.

"I got you, babe." She whispered. He nodded, trembling, but reassured. He used to say those same words to her, so many years ago, when she was first learning to ride on the back of his bike. OK, she remembered it too, she remembered when things were good. He nodded again. 

Kneeling on the bed behind his tightly muscled back and ass, Lizzy admired the view. She loved how he looked, bound in this position... Loved how he kept submitting to her darkest desires... That he wore her collar! A shudder ran through her and she stroked his ass cheek. He tensed, waiting.

"Relax..." She murmured, as she rubbed across his crack. Reaching done, she rubbed a finger across his tightly puckered hole. A coarse tremor shot through him as he whimpered. Pulling her hand away, she grabbed the lube, smearing it on a finger. She messaged the lube around the outside of his hole. A gasp and he let his head fall back, resting his body against his calves. The space was tight, but she could still work her hand under him, slowly work a finger into his tight ass. 

"Ohhhh..." He breathed out in a low moan. Not exactly the sound of discomfort. A grin spread across Lizzy's face as she worked a second finger in. Another moan rewarded her efforts. Scissoring her fingers a little, she worked to relax him. He shivered and rose up off his calves. She felt the tight entry give way a bit. Pulling her fingers out, she grabbed the plug, generously lubing the length of it. It was not huge, but she knew he would feel it in that virgin ass. 

"Sit up more." She told him, hand on his butt cheek for guidance. He silently followed her instructions, chest heaving. Now with room to work, she placed the narrow cone shaped end against his hole. A little grunt when he felt the wet tip press against him. He clenched down. 

"Relax," she said again, "And sit back down on it." Taking a deep breath, he tried. Swiftly the plug slid half way in, and with a quick hard thrust, she pushed it past his inner rings. The flat round base sat snuggly between his cheeks.

"Oh my God!!" He groaned... "Holy shit! So full!!" He was panting, trying to accommodate it. Giving his quivering ass a light smack, she got off the bed and padded over to the bureau. A pair of clothes pins were retrieved, and she secured one on each nipple. He moaned and trembled. 

Back on the bed in front of him, Lizzy ran her hands over his shoulders and down his taut muscled arms. Rubbing down his belly, fingers skimmed over the drops of wax. He watched, as she admired him, bound like this. Hand coming up behind his head, pulling him toward her, she gave him that promised kiss. The kiss he had earned. Kneeling between his splayed knees, she let her body press against his. Her tongue explored his mouth with such passionate desire that he thought he might cum right there. The ring around his cock provided just enough pressure to stop him. God, she tasted so good! Electricity seared through his core as he felt it all so acutely... Her tongue filling his mouth, ass filled with the plug, cock swollen against the ring, nipples burning, and body bound. He was completely bound by her desire! Gulping for air, he felt he might drown in all the sensations. His dripping erection pressed against her body.

"Please, Lizzy!" He begged... not sure what he was begging for. "Please!" She nodded, kissing him hard for a moment more. Then she moved to the side, and slowly began jacking his oiled cock. Full sweeps from base to head. Body jerking under her hand, he grunted and whimpered. At first it felt amazing, and he threw back his head. But as her pace picked up it became overwhelming. 

"Slower, please!" He begged... it was all too much at one time. He tried to reach a hand up to slow her, but the cuff stopped him. She kept going, wicked smile on her lips. Her hand slid along his length, knocking up against his mushroom head. It was almost painful, cock so swollen from the ring. He grunted. Her other hand came up to press against a clothes pinned nipple and he cried out. 

"Hum, that's right, feel it!" She whispered in his ear. Pressing her body against his hip, she jacked him steadily. Despite the near discomfort of her rhythm, he felt the pressure gathering in his balls. 

"I'm going to... I'm going to..." Body arched as he tried to find release against the ring.

"You're going to cum now!" She growled into his ear. Head thrown back, hips bucking within the limits of his bondage, the orgasm hit him. Bright lights flashed before his eyes. Muscles clamped down hard and hot spunk pulsed out in an arch. His body convulsed, as wave after wave of thick white cum was forced from him. She continued to stroke until the last drop was milked from his spent cock. His body felt as spent as his dick. Euphoria engulfed him, and he felt like he was floating. Fingers on his chin, she tipped his head up and planted another kiss on his mouth. Then she began to slowly release him, taking off the clothes pins first.

Stretching his limbs, Jack finally climbed off of the bed, legs slightly unsteady. He watched silently, as she stripped the bed spread off, and tossed it in the corner. His cock, minus the ring, hung limp. He thought he could sleep for days... But she was stripping off her clothes now, her naked white curves soft in the candle light. Oh, God... it had been so long! And she was so beautiful! Red hair flowing over her shoulders... Dusting of red curls covering her mound. His mouth watered, as his dick came back to life. 

She pulled back the blanket and sheets, lying down on the bed. Spreading her legs, she ran a hand over her wet pussy... then beckoned him with the other hand. He scrambled onto the bed, face buried in her moist cunt. Remembering the scruff on his face, he used his tongue to lap her sweet juices. Heaven!! This was where he was meant to be! All hesitancy was gone. This was something he knew almost like a habit... How to set her body humming, how she liked it done. He teased her clit and sucked on her lips. She moaned in response. Three years couldn't erase that knowledge. Hands came up to rub her breasts and nipples. Tonight, though, she was already half way there when he started. Her arousal was so deep, fueled up by his acts of submission. Mouth working, he pressed his tongue against her, amazed by her responses. Gutteral moans escaped her, and she rocked her hips up against his face.

"Fuck, you're good, Jack!" She said, fisting his hair. The words sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and he licked with more enthusiasm. When her hands reached down to grab his hair, and her body grew taut, he knew she was getting close. He did not pause in his work, tongue grinding down against her swollen clit. But when the shuttering, panting orgasm took her, he wasn't prepared for the ejaculate that sprayed from her pussy. That had never happened before! She held his head against her, as he drank it down. Wow, something sure had gone right with the night! He looked up at her heaving body in wonder. 

"Keep licking!" She growled, and came again, as he hastened to comply. A 3rd and 4th orgasm came back to back, rewarding his effort. Finally, she dropped back against the bed with an exhausted sigh, tugging him up to join her. Kissing his wet face, she clasped his face in her hands.

"You back for good?" She asked.

"Am I forgiven?" He searched her face. 

"Yes, you are... But trust will need to be earned again." He nodded in solemn understanding at her words, sad look in his eyes. But then she rolled onto his chest, pressing him into the bed with her body. 

"But there's another thing, Jack. As you can see, I have changed. I have different needs now..." She stared at him, a hungry look in her eyes. 

"Yea, I noticed!" He said, with a little laugh, swallowing hard. He cheeks grew pink, cock stirring against her thigh.

"So, are you going to stay for stuff like this... Like what we did tonight?" The question came with a serious look. Burying his head into her neck, he nodded fervently against her, too embarrassed to meet her gaze. His dick pulsed. With a deep sigh of relief, she pulled him tightly against her. The intensity of her embrace spoke more than words could say. With a growing sense of excitement, he knew something... He knew that while there would be ups and downs, it would be easier this way. So much better then fighting... To just let go, and be bound by her desire.