"Oh my god! I couldn't see you in the dark, I almost ran into you!" That's OK," he says. "It was fate. Can you make it to the garage?" I'm sure I can. But thanks."She walks past the man and down the stairs once more, leaving him behind thinking, "He seemed nice. I wish we'd met in the daytime."She gets to the third floor landing and begins to turn into the next flight when the stranger appears in front of her again and she lets out another scream."My goodness! How did you..."He thrusts a hand and covers her mouth, gripping her around the waist with his other arm. She struggles and he pulls her against the wall and shoves her to the floor, putting a foot on her stomach to keep her there."What are you doing?!" she screams.He flashes a knife and begins slowly undoing his jeans."I'm going to teach you that rich bitches who ignore their old pals are the ones who really get fucked."She squints but can barely make out his face. She squeals as he suddenly pulls her up to her knees and holds. Click. Click. One wrist was cuffed. Like he’d done it a thousand times, he pulled her other arm behind her back and cuffed her wrists together. These were real cuffs, tight and hard against her skin. No way out until he decided to let her. He spun her around and took off his glasses. Green eyes. Intense. She couldn’t breathe. “This is your last chance. Are you sure you don’t want the ticket?” “No, sir. Your belt, please.” A little, wicked smile crossed his lips. “Okay. You asked for it.” His hand slipped down to the front of her jeans. So near her pussy. He unbuttoned the top button of her jeans. “What are you doing?” She tried to wiggle away, but one hand on her hip ended that. “You didn’t think you’d get to keep your jeans on, did you? This will be on your bare ass.” “No, please, you can’t.” Despite her plea, she didn’t try to get away. She realized she wanted this. No, deserved it. Needed to be punished. His hand unbuttoned another button, then two more. His fingertips brushed.
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