The beginning of the new year wasn't going well for Mark Callaway. While he was on the road, his wife packed up their girls and moved out. After reading her note about how he was a terrible husband and father, he went outside to find his dog dead on the back porch. He carried the dog to his truck, and laid him in the back. He tossed a shovel in the back, then went to start it. The battery was dead. After punching the steering wheel a few times, the air bag deployed.

He got out of the truck, looked at the dog, and said, "sorry, Max. You're gonna have to wait for a proper burial. Daddy needs to see an old friend." He got on his black Harley, and took off to the local tavern. He took a seat at the bar, and ordered a double of Jack. The bartender set a glass in front of him, and filled it. "You might as well leave the bottle."

The bartender chuckled. "One of those days, huh?"

"I don't think it could get any worse." He downed the golden liquid in a single gulp, then refilled the glass.

He heard a group of women laughing behind him. "Tell me they aren't looking at me," he said to the bartender.

"Sorry, man, but they are." After a moment, he said, "they settled into a good staring position."

"A few more of these, and they won't like me much."

"Just don't tear up my bar."

"As long as they're all women, I won't. If there's a man starin' at my ass, I might have to use him to clean off the bar."

The bartender laughed. "Nope. All women. A few nice lookin' ones."

Mark looked over his shoulder at them, and noticed all but one turned away; a shapely blonde with curly hair. "I've got enough woman troubles." He downed another glass full, and refilled it again.

"Let me guess; your's left you?"

"With our kids. Bitch didn't even have the guts to say anything to my face. Wrote me a damn note." He downed the next glassfull. "Then my dog and truck died."

"I'll tell you what, man, if you polish off that bottle, I'll pay for it."

"Thanks. I plan to."

He was halfway through the bottle when the blonde walked over, and took a seat next to him. "Rough day, Taker?"

"You could say that." He turned to look at her. Her cheeks were lightly freckled, her hazel eyes were framed by thick dark lashes. His eyes wandered the rest of the way down her body, then back up. As his eyes locked on her's, he gave her a sideways grin. He stuck out his hand. "Mark."

"CC," she said as she laid her hand in his. "Why is such a handsome man sitting here, drinking alone?"

"No woman, and my only friend is in this bottle." He downed another glass. "Ahh... And ol' Jack tastes just as good as he used to."

"Hey, Gino, how about another Tequila Sunrise?"

"Comin' up."

She turned to Mark. "Now, you have someone to drink with."

"Probably not for very long."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I've been told I'm a mean drunk. You'll get chased away one way or another."

"I'll take my chances."

They chatted as they continued to drink. He had just poured the last bit out of the bottle when he turned and asked, "should I ask why you are being nice to me?"

"Maybe I'm flirting with you."

"I know you're flirting with me. You're not that subtle. Most women are too afraid to come up to me, though."

"I'd be afraid of what I might miss if I didn't."

"Well, are you ready to find out?"

"You mean leave with you, now?"

"Yeah."

"Lead the way."

He lead her out to the bike, and helped her on. They made the ride back to his place, her arms wrapped around his ribs, her thighs clamped around his waist. Her mind was filled with thoughts of a night of passion. What happened when they went inside was no where near what she thought.

As soon as they were through the door, he pushed her up against the wall and roughly claimed her lips. His hands pulled at her clothes and the flesh beneath. He ripped her little black dress off, and tossed it aside. As he ravaged her body, she thought, "wow! This guy must be an animal!"

He lifted her off her feet, and carried her to his bedroom. As he set her back on her feet, he gave her a devilish grin. "Go ahead and get comfortable. I'll be right back."

As he walked into what seemed to be a closet, CC laid down in the middle of the bed. When Mark came back out his hands were full of devices meant for tying her hands behind her back and her feet together. Thinking, "this could be interesting," she let him tie her up while kneeling on the bed.

Once done, he stood at full height, and admired her body. "Now, my dear CC, tonight, you are my play thing. I will do with you as I wish, and you will listen. You can tell me to stop, but I won't. You can tell me it hurts, I will only do it harder. Your moans and screams will have no effect on me."

Her nerve endings buzzed as alarm went through her body in waves. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Anything I damn well please." Mark went back into the closet. When he came out moments later, he had a metal case in his hand. He set the case at the foot of the bed and opened it. As he looked over the contents he said aloud, "what should I start with?"

He took out a paddle, and spun it in his hand. "How about untying me?" CC said.

He set the paddle back in the case, and took out a ball gag. "Aw... I thought you wanted to know what you would miss?"

"This isn't what I had in mind."

"But it is what I had in mind." He softly ran his lips over her chest. "I get my fun before you get your's." As he closed his lips around her nipple, she released a soft moan. "You're not going to make me use this, are you?" he asked referring to the gag.

"No," she sighed.

He went back to the case, tossed the ball gag inside, then grabbed the small paddle. As he looked down at her, he closed the case, and moved it to the floor. He quickly pulled his black shirt off and tossed it to the floor. He laid the paddle on the inside of her knee. Then, he tapped it on her thigh lightly, before slapping the tender flesh.

CC sucked in a sharp breath and willed the pain away. She turned darkened eyes up to him, and gave him her own devilish grin. "Thank you, master. May I have another?"

He lifted one brow, then gave her a half grin. He turned the paddle on the opposite thigh, lightly tapping, then another hard slap. CC closed her eyes to the pain. Mark slid his free hand in her hair, and grabbed a handfull. She opened her eyes, and leaned forward to tease his chest. His soft red chest hairs tickled her lips and tongue as she kissed and licked his hard muscles.

Mark roughly tilted her head to gain access to her neck. He gently nibbled her collar bone, then licked his way up her neck. When his tongue reached her ear, he gave her a stinging slap on the ass with the paddle. She moaned in return.

Frustrated that the paddle only turned her on more, he tossed it aside and went for a more hands on approach. The hand in her hair slid down, then wrapped around her neck. With his thumb in the soft spot behind her chin, he made her look up at him. He roughly claimed her lips, nearly forcing his tongue down her throat. As he kissed her, he loosened the button on his jeans, then unzipped them.

As he ended the kiss, he pushed the jeans off his hips, and let them fall to the floor. "You seem to enjoy it so far. Let's see what you can do with this." With that, he wrapped his hand around his hardened member and shook it for her. CC licked her lips with anticipation.

Mark laid on the bed, and CC turned to face him. Still on her knees, she leaned over and licked the sticky precum off of the head. She slid her lips up and down his shaft slowly. He grabbed a handfull of her hair and thrust his hips upward fast, nearly making her choke on his length. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her. He watched as the glistening spit ran down his cock. As she felt the hot fluid run down her throat, she looked up at him. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and a groan escaped through his clenched teeth.

Once the hand in CC's hair released her, she sat up. He opened his eyes, and watched her slowly lick her luscious lips. Mark sat up, his arms straightened out behind to brace himself. "How about I return the favor?" he asked in a husky whisper.

She gave him a slight grin. "Please do."

He turned his body and laid back, positioning his head between her parted knees. With his hands on her hips, he raised her up so he could access her wet tunnel. He slowly teased her opening with his tongue, before lightly sucking on her swollen nub. Then, he plunged his pointed tongue within, and caressed her inner walls.

CC's head fell back as her eyes closed. Her hips slowly moved, seemingly of their own accord. As she turned her eyes back down to him, she damned the ties that bound her hands together. She wanted to reach out and touch his skin. Wanted to run her fingers through his short chest hair. Before she knew it, she felt as if a dam had burst somewhere inside her, as she came to her first orgasm. As her spasms began to subside, he grazed her clit with his teeth, sending her body into such a shock that she almost fell over.

As Mark got up, he slid his tongue up her torso, then her neck and chin, until he ravaged her lips with an oxygen-robbing kissing. "I like the way you taste on my tongue. I can't wait to find out what you feel like wrapped around my dick."

Mark crawled to her side, then pushed her over, onto her stomach. He straddled CC's legs, then lifted her hips up into the air. Because of her tightness, he forced to slowly enter her, or risk losing it before he was fully sheathed. Once in to the hilt, he stopped to let her adjust to his size.

He slowly opened his eyes, not realizing he had closed them. He ran his hand down her spine, until he reached her bound hands. He undid the restraints, allowing her to lift up off of her chest. He reached around and massaged her breasts as he withdrew, then plunged within again.

As her muscled relaxed, he was able to pick up the pace, driving his length harder and deeper within. Sweat glistened on their adjoined bodies. Mark grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her back against him. He wrapped an arm around her ribs as he continued his rhythmic pounding. His other hand slid between her legs and toyed with her clit. "Damn, CC... You're so tight.... So wet..."

"Oh, shit... Mark," she moaned as she felt her orgasm wash over her. As her inner walls closed in around his cock, she pulled him over the edge as well. Once spent, he licked her salty flesh, then sucked on her collar bone. He untied her feet, then laid down with her still in his arms. It wasn't long before she fell asleep.

Once he caught her rhythmic breathing pattern, he brushed the hair from her neck. "I may just have to keep you around," he whispered, not wanting to disturb her slumber. He placed a kiss on her neck, then laid his head back to sleep.