Exploring Her Interests (Closed for TirithIre)

[SecretSophie]

Streets were busy with crowds of rowdy people scattered on small sidewalks and parking lots. There were several different types of bars and clubs lined up for young college students to experience, naturally making this a hot spot for parties and noise. It wasn’t the place you’d expect Samantha to visit, especially alone. Something about getting drunk and making a fool out of herself wasn’t alluring, it never has been. So, while all of her friends were sneaking out late at night to go clubbing she stayed comfortably in bed. There were too many horror stories for her to gather up the courage to open her window and jump out. Too many of her friends had told her about old men grabbing and staring. It just wasn’t her scene, but she couldn’t help but wonder…

After high school she left for college in a different state away from all of her friends and family and swore to herself that she would try new things. It’s been a year since she moved and her list of to-do’s had a few check marks on it. She went to a college party in full swing and drank until she passed out, she slept with a classmate she wasn’t familiar with and didn’t obsess over it when he never called. There were a few others checked off that didn’t hold much importance to her. She thought of it as an experiment that would one day be complete and then she would get her end result. Her urges to try something more extreme led to her walking down the lit up streets of New York. At first she skipped a class, walked around her dormitory in shorts without panties on, accepted an offer from another classmate who asked if he could touch her boobs, and now she wanted something more. Having someone look at you is one thing, but to have a man really look at you, you know what he’s thinking and it’s so thrilling! She just wanted to be looked at by a man, not a classmate.

Her hair blew in the wind as she continued walking down a dim lighted street with almost no one outside. She could hear music coming from inside a rectangular building with a sign above two glass doors. In bold the word ‘Dare’ was highlighted in blue and purple. Samantha took out the crumpled piece of paper with an address on it and stepped back to look for an address. She knew before she saw the correct amount of numbers that it was the place she read about on the internet.

“Let’s go in, have a drink, get out and get on with our lives.” Samantha said quietly and wrapped her arms around her stomach tightly.

She hesitated before opening the left door and walking into the dark blue hallway. The music was louder and she could hear the buzz that was often heard when a lot of people were talking. She walked down the narrow hallway until she turned a corner and was faced with the club.

Her black dress suddenly felt extremely shorter than it had before at 5” above her knees. Her hands stayed crossed across her chest as she watched lights flash and people dancing and drinking at the bar. She made her way to an empty spot at the bar and ordered a cosmo. Her long black hair was cascaded down her back and a few strands of her bangs covered her eyes. She could feel different eyes on her back since she walked in and already she was content with checking yet another task off of her list.

 

[TirithIre]

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The streets were always busy... the city was hustling and bustling along in the same way that it always did. Even as he had dipped into Dare for but a few moments he had sighed slightly to himself. It was during the day, so the usual were there, but the usual wasn't what Damian was looking for. As with most, those whom came to Dare were looking for a mature yet fun place to experience exactly what the name of the place was... their dares.

The term started harmlessly enough. Truth or dare, the result could either be a boring answer, or a much more interesting result. To do something so completely against one's usual behavior... that was what this place was for. It wasn't a sausage fest, there were other women abound, but as Damian eyed the new woman come in, he silently wondered to himself whether she was a top or a bottom.

After all she had just walked into a BDSM club... so either she was here to play, or to be played with. The shy demeanor though told him she was probably a bottom, a sub, so he made his way from the corner booth he had been sitting at, leaving his drink there he headed to the bar... the music was beating, his eyes pale blue taking in the sight of her backside, appraising her body as he went.

Sub... probably a sub... and if he was wrong, then an apology was due, nothing more in his opinion! Damian was a man whom took chances, took the dare. He wondered though... she didn't really seem to know what she had gotten herself into! He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a light green shirt, it slightly open baring a toned chest slightly, his eyes full of confidence as he approached her, the seat nearest to her opening up as a sub beside her had seen him coming.

He'd have a chat with her, see just what her intentions were!

 

[SecretSophie]

Samantha wasn’t really paying attention to her surroundings or she would have known what kind of club this was. She was more interested in the rush she was getting from being there alone. It didn’t feel as good as she expected it to, but she hadn’t even finished her drink yet. A lot could happen in a short period of time and she was hoping something would happen to jump start her excitement. She noticed a few other girls sitting promptly at the bar, some with drinks, and some without. What people wore these days intrigued her, especially in this club. She saw one woman wearing what looked like all spandex and leather. She wasn’t one to judge, but she couldn’t help but stare as the tall woman walked across the club to the other side.

That’s when she noticed a broad figure walking towards where she sat at the bar. It seemed like the girl beside her noticed him as well. She was surprised when she stood up and walked away, clearing the seat next to her. Shy perhaps? Maybe they knew each other? Samantha didn’t really care why she moved, but it was weird the way she automatically got up and left the moment she saw him coming towards them. He sat down without looking at her or speaking. She turned her head and looked down into her drink before sneaking a peak through her hair.

It was hard to tell from the strong smell of alcohol and other kinds of spices but she thought she smelt his cologne. She thought that he had come over to talk to her, but he hadn’t said a word. A small pain of embarrassment and disappointment flood through her as she finished her drink. She came here for a thrill and instead was feeling foolish and oddly childish compared to the man next to her. Samantha straightened her back and brushed away the hair in her eyes. She turned towards him and smiled softly.

 

[TirithIre]

Even as she straightened and attempted to 'compose herself', he simply smiled. Damian for his part was simply curious about her, though one look he could tell that she was a sub. After all she had the look... he was caught by her innocent look though... and the truth of the matter was that he wanted to ask her a question... do you know what you've walked into. Yet he didn't voice it... rather as she turned towards him he nodded to her.

" Hello there, I am Damian. May I buy you a drink?" He knew she was nursing one, but it was almost finished, and even as he said that, he waved to the bartender, she seeing another of her drinks being prepared as he regarded her lightly. " What brings such a lovely young lady into the realms of Dare this day?" He asked. His voice had the hint of an irishman to it... his eyes were dark green, almost emerald, though his hair was almost a rusty brownish red.

He obviously seemed to be in shape, and he wasn't young like her class mates. Instead he had the presence of a man, a man whom was looking to her, his eyes sweeping for a moment over her figure, taking her in as he returned his gaze to her eyes after but a moment. He seemed to consider it though, and even as he smirked he added a soft chuckle. " Please, tell me it wasn't the hope of being overwhelmed by the music selection."

He was joking of course, the beat was nice, but it was also desceptive. The course of the beat was meant to stir the hormones of those within the club... subconious suggestion it was called... Mind control of a sense, although not completly. The music itself wouldn't make those within the club orgasm, simply allow their inner desires to flow more freely then in any other place!

 

[SecretSophie]

She watched him wave his hand to the bartender who almost immediately started whipping up the drinks. Already he was acting like a confident man, obviously he must be interested. He looked like an older version of a college boy who wanted to look at her. She watched him looking over her body for a few seconds before returning his gaze to hers. Samantha felt confident and assured that it was a good decision to come here. She would never have felt the goose bumps on her arms from a young boy looking at her.

He looked so much taller than he did across the room. Even sitting he looked tall and strong, a little intimidating once she thought about it. Her confidence budged slightly as she wondered why he would be talking to her while there were so many other beautiful girls around him. She wondered what caught his attention. Was it her hair, or maybe her figure? Did he just want a drink and this happened to be the only available seat offered? She doubted it was only to talk, but that was what he was doing.

“No, not for the music, but it is pretty catchy. I’m here for…” She paused as the bartender set their drinks down in front of them. “business. I’m here for personal business.”

She subtly smirked as she picked up her glass and took a sip. It was the truth; she was here for personal business. She came here to complete a goal that had been completed in the first five minutes of arrival. She wondered why she hadn’t left already, the goal was to come, have a drink, leave. She hadn’t planned on a second drink or someone coming up and talking to her.

 

[TirithIre]

They had barely met each other and she was already trying to figure out his angle? that was quite impressive he did have to admit. Even as he looked to her though he could not help but smile as he watched her eyes, the way she was surprised by his confidence. His posture held a certain erectness yet casualness that was difficult to maintain these days. Even as he regarded her though he nodded to her words though.

" Personal business? I wouldn't doubt that... everyone whom comes to Dare has personal business that they are interested in." He mused with a smirk, and even as he regarded her, he could see her 'will' break slightly with simply his sitting near to her. Definatly a sub.. He thought to himself. Even as he took a refill of his own drink though he returned his gaze to her.

She had chosen a lovely dress that outlined her curves and yet her hair had intrigued him as well. After a moment though he lifted his drink. " A toast then, to personal business." His eyes looked into hers, as though he was looking into her very soul, but even as he did he was toasting her. He shifted to face her a bit more as he leaned against the bar slightly, he seeming to make a decision.

" Come, I will speak more with you at my booth." It wasn't really a question, but more of a challenge. If she took offense, she could get up and leave, it wouldn't bother him all that much, but if she was interested in just what his interests were, or just what she herself was drawn into this situation by... then she would follow him.

Either way he rose to his feet and made his way across the floor, she seeing he was headed towards a corner booth from whence he had come from. He wasn't sure, but he was almost positive she'd choose the latter option. What was encounters such as this without boldness though... he lived life 'dangerously'.

 

[SecretSophie]

Samantha clinked glasses with him lightly, smiling softly to his response. He looked distracted and focused on something particular. It made her wonder why, or what, convinced him to talk to her when he was so distracted. She also wondered if he was perhaps thinking about her. He surprised her when he stood and asked, no, more like instructed her to follow him. She never talked to someone who could be as confident that she would follow, because she usually wouldn’t. She barely knew this man, she could barely remember his name, but she stood up. Samantha looked back to the door she had came in through not long ago and thought about how easy it would be to turn and leave. He wouldn’t realize she hadn’t followed until he turned, which would be long enough for her to disappear.

She followed him, noticing he was getting lost in the crowd of people. She spotted him and sped up her pace until she was right behind him with her drink. She wasn’t sure why they had to move to talk; they were already talking at the bar. What could he want to talk about that was so private that the bartender couldn’t hear? He stopped at a dark corner booth which she recognized as the place he came from earlier. He sat on one side of the booth, leaving the other side open and free. The lighting was dark, eerie almost; it looked like the entire booth was a shadow. She sat down slowly, putting her drink on the wooden table in front of her.

“So…” Samantha said quietly, feeling a little out of place sitting in a dark corner.

She loved being the center of attention with dozens of people watching her. Now, with just one man sitting across the table from her, she felt self conscious. She didn’t know what he wanted from her, or why he so confidently knew she would follow him. He looked pleasant enough that she wasn’t afraid, but he made her question herself.

 

[TirithIre]

She seemed to think that she was the center of attention, or that he was distracted. Either way, she would have been mistaken. She looked young, as though she was one of the local college girls whom had clearly come into Dare to probably get her rocks off on getting oogled. He was 'oogling her', but he was also taking it a step further... he was interacting with her, speaking with her. He knew if she wished to leave that she had but to leave... he wasn't going to stop her... but something about her told him that she was a natural submisive... it was why he chose the command, rather then the invitation.

As he sat himself upon the booth, he watched her as she had amost the frightened mouse look to her. She seemed to be getting self concious, so he leant forwards. " You have nothing to fear here... might I ask the name of the beautiful woman whom graces me with her presence?" He treated her as a woman, because that was what she was. She wasn't some little girl, or a college girl... he didn't know her history, he only knew she had to show her I.D. to be eighteen or over to get in, considering everyone within the club had to be legal to enjoy the attractions of the club.

He watched her though, and even as he looked to her, he slipped his foot out of his shoe, the socked foot slid over, gliding over her leg as he retained perfect eye contact with her... and yet his foot moved over her leg, she feeling how he silently commanded her to open her legs, his eyes so intent, his intent was clear. He watched her though... she had already decided to come here, so she could tell that he wasn't about to let her simply 'walk away'. As he watched her though he smiled slightly.

" do you know what the term bdsm means?" He asked her, his eyes seeming to hold her in place, a silent command to remain... and even as he did his foot was still nudging her leg... she feeling how it was slowly pressing her thigh apart... before his foot moved up, and his toes pressed right against her slit through her dress, he watching her as he had a good idea that she wasn't about to 'jump ship' now. She had come here for one reason... but Damian was going to 'keep her here' for quite another purpose!

 

[SecretSophie]

Samantha stuttered quietly, not forming any words. She thought she told him her name when he first introduced himself. He couldn’t have forgotten already, could he? Was she that common that he couldn’t remember her name? Or had she been too stunned by the confrontation to give her name? She was unsure and uneasy about the whole thing. If he had forgotten he must have talked to dozens of other girls that came here. Did he give the same speech to others that he was doing to her? She felt flattered by his compliments. He sounded like a gentleman but looked like a dangerous man hidden by shadows coming off the walls.

“My name is Samantha.” She said clearly, taking another sip of her drink.

Her leg twitched by the sudden contact made under the table. He didn’t show any sign of concentration of where his foot wandered or her reaction. His foot was tickling her smooth legs, rubbing lightly and traveling upward. She spread her legs slightly at the nudging of his foot. She didn’t understand what he was doing, if he was just flirting or trying to make advances on her. Samantha widened her eyes at his question about her knowledge of what bdsm meant.

“I, uh, well I know what it means. Kind of.” She said quietly, forgetting about his rubbing foot for a moment. “Isn’t it a term that describes like, hardcore sex? Dominance and whips, that kind of thing?”

The only thing she really knew about it was what she briefly read off of the internet when it came up in the form of a pop-up. The headings read 'Latex, whips and dominant partners waiting here!'. Samantha gasped loudly when she felt his foot rub against her panty-clad slit. She didn’t expect such boldness from a man who barely spoke twenty words with her in the short time of them meeting. He didn’t even know her name until a few seconds ago! Normally, in any other situation, she would have already stood up, slapped him and stormed out with her pride still intact. But she felt frozen in place, enjoying the new pressure that was presented to her.

“What are you doing?” She asked and squeezed her thighs together lightly.

 

[TirithIre]

Damian hadn't asked her name, nor had she given it. He had asked what the lovely woman was doing in Dare, and they had went from there. It just happened that she and he hadn't actually introduced themselves... something he would rectify. As she said her name he nodded easily with a smile. " It is a pleasure Samantha." He remarked gently, looking to her. He hadn't forgotten her name nor had it been given. She had a habit already of being skittish, something telling him that she was young and innocent.

As he looked to her, he felt how she opened her legs for his foot, he nodding to himself, and even as she replied to his question with a question of her own. He smirked ever so faintly as she said that about bdsm, he nodding slightly though. " It is on the extreme's... a kink... as some have the interest in fetishes such as feet or a particular part of their partner, bdsm stands for Bondage & Discipline or Domination & Submission as well as Sadism & Masochism." He remarked easily.

" Basically it is a greater term for people whom fall into roles, either of a submissive, or of a dominant." He remarked as he watched her. As she gasped loudly, he looked right into her eyes as she asked that, his eyes riveting her to her seat. " I am seeing just what you are. Clearly though you are a submissive. I would say you came in here initially with the idea of being looked at by a man, not some young boy whom took a fancy to you." He remarked... he was guessing of course, but as she pressed her thighs together lightly, she effectivly trapped his foot against her slit, he looking right to her as his toes curled, the effect being that his foot rubbed her slit.

" Tell me Samantha... do you find offense in this? you are a beautiful woman, worthy of being pleasured, not simply used as a young boy's fantasies." He was looking right into her eyes, though as she pressed her thighs, he shifted ever so slightly, his other foot lifting from the floor she felt his foot gently yet solidly pushing her knee back apart, his eyes on her as he studied her.

She had the choice, either she could take offense, or she couldn't. Either way, he was clearly 'in charge'. " Have you ever been taken by a man Samantha? have you ever been told what to do?" He asked curiously, his clear eyes watching her. He wasn't a shy man, sometimes it caused trouble, but this was a BDSM club... she had entered the lions den by walking through the door so to speak.

 

[SecretSophie]

For some reason, when he said “It is a pleasure Samantha.” It sent small shivers down her spine. Him saying such a word as pleasure fit his character so much, she noted. She didn’t know him at all, but she could tell that he knew just what that word meant. Him explaining the very thing he asked her was shocking to hear such bold words from a stranger. She honestly didn’t know why he was asking her these things, or explaining it. It seemed like it was an obvious reason why she was here, which he said carefully. It was like he could read her mind, or he had somehow found her list. She didn’t recognize him from her college, or from her hometown. There was no way he could know that by just glancing at her from across the room.

His eyes never left hers, hypnotizing almost. She thought it could be an intimidation thing used by guys to wear down the opponent, but she didn’t think of herself as an opponent. He answered her question casually without getting agitated or worried. He could read her like an open book, which was very rare. She liked to be mysterious and alluring, not obvious and scared, like she was now. She was having a hard time trying to keep up her confidence act.

“No, not offended. I’m just…” Samantha flinched when his other foot pushed her knees back apart. “I’m flattered, I think.”

She sounded confused and fazed. She never thought of herself as submissive, she actually thought she had a lot of control over the opposite sex. Now that she had been confronted with the issue, she knew that she was wrong. She only had the upper hand with the boys that lusted after her body, not the ones that didn’t have interest in her. His foot that was pressing against her slit started to affect her mind, clouding her judgment a bit. She didn’t notice the hint of danger in his questions, or the way his eyes roamed over her body. He was treating her like a suspect almost, questioning and staring her down.

“I’ve never been with a man.” She replied and looked down at her spread legs for a moment. She couldn’t believe she was ok with sharing intimate details with stranger. It was right up her ally though, it wouldn’t have surprised any of her friends if they found out. It was another dangerous task that excited her. “I’ve been told what to do though, a few times. Boys I’ve dated told me suck them off or you know, wear an outfit they like. Things like that.”

 

[TirithIre]

Damian for his part liked that she was questioning herself. Questioning ones self wasn't a bad thing.. sometimes it lead to new experiences that one hadn't even know exsisted! He had no special power... he wasn't a superhero, he was simply a very experienced and confident man... obviously something that she had not dealt with very oft in her clearly limited experience. He didn't think that she was scared though... perhaps unsure of herself, aloft in a sea of new experiences that she had naught to become a part of, but he could feel no fear from her, which was good!

He could tell she wasn't used to being handled like a woman... he was treating her like a woman, not a girl... she wasn't the one in charge though, and everything within that moment told her that. " You should be flattered Samantha... I only flirt with the most beautiful women." He remarked, he watching her as she flinched slightly, he watching her easily with those steady eyes of his. " You have nothing to fear while you are here." He assured her.

Even as she admitted that she had never been with a man, his own eyes raised slightly in surprise. " Truly not... you are so gorgeous, how could you not have lain with a man? Don't tell me you are one of those women with a vow of chastity." He remarked playfully, though as she admitted that she had been told what to do, he nodded slightly, his eyes watching her as his foot straightened slightly, in time with her looking down he pressed his heel against her clit, rubbing it even as he watched her.

" You like the idea though... of being taken by a man.. don't you Samantha." He asked, his eyes on her as he rubbed her clit through her panties, he watching her as she spread her legs his other foot returned to the floor, a silent command keeping her legs spread. " You don't want to be with a boy though... that's why you suck their cocks... isn't it." He remarked, it not really a question, but a confident statement. He could tell she wanted more of this... she liked this... he was willing to see just how 'dangerous' she was willing to get!

 

[SecretSophie]

Samantha blushed at his compliments; she was starting to feel more like herself the more he singled out her secure points. Although she felt uneasy and confused at what she was allowing him to do to her body, she did feel safe in front of him. Her hands gripped her own thighs to keep them from closing again, his heel pressing harder directly against her clit. Through the wave of compliments and praises, he also very carefully was questioning her. Questioning her sexuality, confidence, and probably a lot of other things she didn’t pick up on yet.

“I guess I liked it. I mean, they all kind of were asking at the same time. I don’t think anything would have happened if I rejected them.” She blushed and smiled lightheartedly.

Samantha caught her breath at the brave statement that he made. It was hard for her to keep her head held high and not giggle when he spoke so vulgarly. It made her freeze and shudder at the same time. She didn’t know if he was expecting an answer, and if he was, what was she to say? Samantha barely ever opened herself up to close friends; opening up to a stranger was totally out of character. She hadn’t stopped yet and she wasn’t planning on walking out of there without knowing his exact intentions. This was the most dangerous thing she’s done so far, nothing on her small list could compare to this. She almost felt like this was why she chose this exact bar and not one that was full with people her own age, she wanted this. To some degree, she wanted it.

“I sucked their…” She looked away from his gaze and into her almost empty drink. “cocks because I wanted to. Sometimes it didn’t really matter who it was, I just wanted to. Boys my age don’t really know how to talk to me or how to touch me. Boys are more interested in hooking up with as many girls as possible, they just see me as another girl.”

Samantha stopped and looked back up at Damian. She didn’t want to sound pathetic or depressed by the idea of boys using her, so she quickly brightened up and finished her drink.

“I’ve thought about being with an older man before. Some of my friends say that they are the best to have in bed because they’ve already went through their hook up phase.” She shrugged effortlessly.

 

[TirithIre]

Damian smiled as she blushed... he could tell that she wasn't really sure what to 'make of him', and he wasn't about to shatter what was obviously a good 'time' already. Even as he could see that she was struggling with herself, his heel was holding her bodies arousal with the constant attention, her clit through her panties were being rubbed.

Even as he noticed her looking to her almost empty drink, he glanced away, the first eye contact break as he motioned to a waitress, she seeing that he was buying her another drink of the same. Her 'plan' of having one drink, being oogled and then leaving was easily decemated already, but he would have questioned whether that was a bad thing or not. Even as he listened to her though, he nodded easily to her as his gaze returned to her.

" I can understand that... and your friends would be right. Men whom had gone through that stupid idea of fucking every woman around come to understand more about a woman's pleasure, along with their own roles within the realm of socializing with other people." Even as he said that though he watched her shrug effortlessly.

" I have asked and made observations about you... surely you have questions for me. Think of this booth as a confessional, only it is two way. I do not believe in lying to women, or other people in general... so be careful. Ask a question, and you are likely to get the entire truth of it." His foot didn't move away, but he was 'opening up the floor' to her, she could ask his 'intentions' or she could simply experience what it was to be so captivated by this man whom she 'hardly knew'!

 

[SecretSophie]

She noticed almost immediately when Damian broke eye contact to look over at a waitress across the floor. She also felt a strange uncomfortable twinge in her stomach that she realized was jealously. The waitress he briefly looked at was to say the least beautiful. He signaled to her, obviously ordering yet another round of drinks. Samantha rolled her eyes at her own stupidity and jealously. She didn’t even know his name and was feeling she had to be the one he noticed, even if it was just barely.

Samantha listened to him explain about how men act after going through a transition. It sounded so simple coming from him, like he’s talked about it to every woman who ever asked. It sounded much better than the “I don’t know” or “Boys will be boys” line that her own father tried using when she asked for advice.

“I do have a few questions,” She leaned forward and loosened her grip on her thighs as the waitress come over with their drinks in hand. “But first maybe I need to clear something up with you. I originally came here for a drink. One drink. Now, to my own fault, I allowed the second. But I can’t drink another; I don’t have anyone that can come get me later. It’s very thoughtful of you to offer me another, but you see the position that I’m in.”

“The question that is clouding my head might sound odd, but I’d like an honest answer. Why come talk to me and not some other girl here? What do you see in me that separated me from any other girls you lure over to a secret booth in a corner? Or am I just that, another girl?” Samantha raised a sculpted eyebrow curiously, looking at the full drink placed on the table. “Like I said, I came here only for a drink. If you can give me a reason to make me stay, I could be persuaded to stay.”

 

[TirithIre]

He had been maintaining eye contact for quite a while at that point... speaking with her, making sure that she knew that she wasn't with a guy whom was simply interested in oogling a woman in a pretty dress... but even as he returned his gaze to her, he noticed that she had a different look in her eyes... one of what he would guess was jealousy. The thought almost made him laugh aloud, but he didn't of course.

Rather then release her panty clad core from the touch of his foot, as the waitress came over with the new round of drinks he pressed his toes against her clit delightfully, though as she explained herself, he nodded slightly. " The truth of the matter is that the other girls here know that they are here because either they want to be dominated, or that they want to dominate someone else." He remarked as his foot 'finally' moved away, setting back onto the floor as he looked to her.

" I do not lure any women to this booth... this is simply the booth I chose to sit at today. I was quite contently sipping my drink when I looked to the bar and noticed a beautiful woman in a dress whom didn't seem to have any idea of what she was here for sitting there. Much like a sheep among wolves, you are innocent." He remarked, and she could argue if she wished, but the truth of the matter is that it is the truth. " I decided to take on the role of the hunter, to 'save you' from the other wolves whom would have devoured you."

He spoke truthfully, as he had said. Even as she raised her eyebrow though he smirked slightly. " I have already given you a reason to remain... if you remain, I will take you. I will not ask whether everything I will do to you is of your choosing... but I doubt that you wish that anyway." He remarked as he looked to her, and then to the drink. " Just as with the bar... I am not the one whom is trying to make you stay. Either you stay, or you go. That is your choice... but know if you stay... I will ravish every part of you. I will worship you and delight in hearing your moans and even screams of pleasure."

It wasn't a veiled promise, nor a bluff either... something told her that he was deadly serious. He would do 'just as he said' should she remain... perhaps the drink before her would provide her the 'liquid courage' she sought... perhaps this was where their little meeting would end. For him... it could go either way... for her, she had her decision to make!