Unbound (The Wild Ride)

*Zacky’s P.O.V.*

I don’t know why I even bother to go to bars anymore. They all depress me nowadays. Guys hit on me and I shoo them away… why? Because I don’t mean a fucken thing to any of them. All my relationships have been the same: they give me false hope and when I think I met someone that’s right for me, they leave. They all do. Like I’m a toy and once a prettier one comes along, I get tossed aside. Not once have I found love. Guys try to buy me drinks and think they can sway me to go to my place. Always my place… and then they leave. Whether it’s the next morning or in a couple weeks, but after they had their fun, they leave… always… never to return. Then, because I’m an idiot, I find myself crying in the shower… like a fucken baby.
Here I am, at a bar yet again after a stressful day at work. I sit at an end of this U-shaped bar sipping a cheap beer because it’s all I can afford. Sure someone wants to buy me a more expensive drink… but it’s not worth it… and to top it off, this one guy started to get on my nerves. He’s sitting at the other end of the bar and he keeps staring at me… what a creeper. I can tell he’s gay. Every woman who tries to get with him end the same way. Spend every nickel and dime on drinks for him before they realize they’re getting nowhere and leave. Guys try to get with him, they get closer than the woman, but they get nowhere either. Then he goes back to staring at me. Me, why me? It’s just a complete waste of time. He is gorgeous. Chocolate brown eyes that matches his spiked up hair on his head and the groomed facial hair on his chin. Sculpted cheekbones and slightly tan kissed skin. He looked divine in a suit and tie. He was sex on legs… then again so am I, but a different sex on legs. I can tell he would be amazing… no, even more than amazing, it would be heaven-like. As I am just… like a whore… and all I want is to be more than some… toy.
Then a guy sits next me to with two shot glass with what smells with Goldshlager mixed with Jager and Barcadi… liquid cocaine… fucken asshole. Some shots of that and I would be a warm breathing ragdoll that he could fuck senseless and have no memory of it whatsoever. He slowly slides one glass to me. “No thanks,” I tell him. “C’mon,” he says, “Just one. That’s all I ask. You look like you could use some fun.” “I’m not an idiot,” I snap, “Go find someone else to date rape.” With a huff, he leaves with his drinks… thank God. I finish my beer when the bartender sets down a martini glass in front of me and a note. “Courtesy of Mr. Haner,” says the bartender as he points to Mr. Sex On Legs… or I guess, Mr. Haner.
I look at Mr. Haner who just winks at me and I blush. I fucken blush. Geez Zacky, don’t give in to him… you know what will happen… a bruised ego, a sore ass, and a broken heart. I don’t smell anything different from the martini and the olive looks normal. I open the note.

I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you.
I hope you can accept my drink as a token of an apology for staring. It’s rude to do so, but it’s hard to not be in awe at you.

I roll my eyes. Beautiful? Me? Yeah, right. Fancy words and expensive drinks are the oldest trick in the book to get into someone’s pants. But, I do like martinis… damn that Mr. Haner. I dare to take a sip… it is good… maybe just the one wouldn’t hurt. Just as long as I keep my guard up. I look at him and he winks at me again. I roll my eyes again and take a small sip of this delicious drink. I find that I started daydreaming for a moment and snapped back to the rest of world when I hear a female voice. “Excuse me?” I look at her. “Mr. Haner wanted me to give you this.” She hands me a folded piece of paper and walks off. I open it and read it.

Rolling your eyes when someone compliments you is more rude than staring. Do it again and I’ll drag you out of this bar and spank you as hard as I will fuck you afterwards.

My eyes widen. Spank me? I’m twenty four fucken years old. I am NOT a child. And fuck me? I don’t think so pal. I roll my eyes on purpose just to piss him off. I finish my drink and pay my tab before leaving the bar. I walked to the back of the building to my car. I unlock and open the driver door when I get my hair pulled. Oh shit, it’s that ‘liquid cocaine’ asshole guy. “So you take someone’s drink but not mine, huh? You’ll pay for that.” He pushes me so I fall onto the driver’s seat on my stomach. I try to fight but then I hear a small click then I see a blade go to my neck. “Don’t even think about it,” he says. With his other hand, he pops the button and pulls down the zipper of my pants. I wish I wore a belt, maybe I would have had a better chance of getting out of this. He pulls down my pants and boxers. “Scream and I’ll cut you and bleed you dry.” Tears begin to fall. I can’t believe I’m gonna get raped. “What the?” Then I hear a couple smacks and thuds. “Get lost before I get really angry.” I don’t recognize the voice, but I’m happy someone came to my rescue.
I stand up and try to pull my pants but in a blur, I’m on my rescuer’s lap. I look to see… its Mr. Haner. He pulls my bow tie off and ties my hands. “I told you what would happen if you rolled your eyes at me.” I go to say something but he gags me with the tie he was wearing. “I don’t want anyone to hear you,” he says, “No one but me.” Smack! I cry out before the tie muffles it all. The slap hurt… it hurt like hell. Smack! I try to pull away, but I can’t. I can feel he’s getting hard. Smack! I cry out again as a reflex. “There. One for every time you rolled your eyes.” He pulls me off his lap and stands up. He holds me by the nape of my neck so I can’t get away. “Now comes the really fun part.” I steady my breathing. I decide not to fight it, it’s obvious I’m going to get fucked anyway and Mr. Haner is probably better than that other asshole.
“Looks like you want it too,” he says. I look down. I’m hard… stupid penis, it’s on the different wavelength than my brain. He puts me back on my stomach on the driver’s seat but more gentle than the other guy. I hear a clink of I believe is his belt and shuffle which I think is his pants. I hear a rustling of a wrapper. Condom, maybe? Probably smart since I have not a clue where his dick has been, I’ll only know where it’s about to be. He pushes in all the way. Just by feeling him in me, I can tell he’s the biggest I’ve ever had. The sting is intense as if this is my first time having sex. “Being rude gets you no lube,” he says, “and you’re not allowed to come. Do so and you’ll be punished again.” Again, I feel like a child.
He begins thrusting. Hard and fast. It didn’t take him long to find my spot. I was right, he is more than amazing. If he thinks I won’t come than he’s insane. I feel like a virgin, like this is all new to me and I’m feeling ways I’ve never felt before. “So perfect,” he pants. He keeps plunging into me for a couple more minutes before I feel him release into the condom. My balls feel like they’re going to explode and if something isn’t done, they just might. I hear more shuffling before he pulls me up. His hair is somewhat out of place, probably from the sweat weakening the hair gel. He has me lean my back against my car. “You can let go while I taste you,” he says. He slowly drops to his knees. Oh my god, is he… yes, he is sucking my dick. He’s look so hot doing so, and it feels so good. It was so good that I could only last a minute before I came into his mouth and I came hard. He didn’t stop sucking on me until I finished my orgasm. He licks me clean before pulling my boxers and pants up and closing them up. “Hmm, delicious.” I blush… I can’t believe he said my come is delicious. He smiles at me. “Get some rest. You need it. I’ll be thinking of you.” He gives me a soft kiss on the cheek as he unties my hands. He unties his tie off my mouth before he walks away. I stand there somewhat in shock. I should just leave this behind, but… I can’t. He’s like a magnet… a force that pulls me to him. I shouldn’t get worked up… he just looking for a toy to play with. I’m probably nothing to him…… right?

Notes

Thoughts??