Bound

Chapter 4

Harris

It was so easy, sometimes.

I smiled. She toyed with her hair.

I raised an eyebrow. She turned away, suddenly finding the floor tiles very intriguing.

"Want another drink?" I ask, motioning the bartender for a refill, without waiting for a response. She didn't bother with a response.

She eyed my watch with raised eyebrows. I suppressed a smirk. 

I'd worn that watch for a reason, and it wasn't so I'd know the time. It was a classy black piece, with layered golden inlays, and a gem in it's center, catching the dim lighting and sparkling seductively. One does not wear an expensive Montblanc simply to tell time. It was doing its job.

She deftly scanned my attire. I wore a plain black jacket, made of some mysterious leathery material that looked like it longed to be caressed. It enclosed a white cotton shirt with stylish dark brown blotches. I'd tucked in the shirt right below my navel, purposefully leaving my gold plated belt buckle on display. Her gaze seemed to linger at the golden chain dangling from within the creases around my waist. Or was she checking out my crotch? Interesting.   

A sleek white pair of jeans creased at the knee as I bent my right knee while stretching out my left leg, adopting what I knew to be a more confident posture. I angled my torso towards her, casually moving my right hand to enclose her left knuckle.

My white and navy-blue sneakers finished off the attire. What were they called? Air Jordans? It didn't matter. They looked expensive, and that was the point.

She finished her scan and met my gaze. "Nice watch," she said. I couldn't resist smirking this time.

Keeping her gaze, I trailed my thumb across the back of her hand. 

"So, um…," I'd forgotten her name already. What was it, Liz? Amy? No matter, it's not like I cared. "When you're not too busy taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?"

She laughed softly. It was a beautiful sound.

Her lips were moving and words were coming out. But I wasn't paying attention. Her reply didn't matter, the point was to keep her talking. Angling my head slightly to look more interested in what she was saying, I focused on her lips, alluring as they were, the makeup was a little too much.

But I suppose it wasn't, afterall, she had makeup on in order to draw attention, and here I was, giving her attention. Well, mostly.

A part of my subconscious still insisted on going over that dream. I'd been having the same stupid dream every day for weeks now, and frankly, I was tired of it.

There was always some… thing laughing and calling out to me. I chased it but never seemed to catch up. Maybe I — huh?

"Harris?" 

A pair of eyes probed mine. Damn, I'd let my attention wander off again. 

"Are you okay?" She raised an arm, teasing my biceps with her fingers.

"Yeah, just a little tired," I lied, keeping a calm expression even as I panicked inside. Had she asked me a question?

"So, do you?" She prodded, apparently satisfied with my excuse. Dammit, she had asked a question. Did I what? 

"Yeah," I replied, unsure what I was agreeing to. I sipped my drink and glanced pointedly at hers. She picked it and moved it to her lips.

One sip. Then another. Then another. Perfect. She was no stranger to alcohol, it seemed. She was on her third glass, while I still took my time with my first one. 

I took another sip. She took two more. 

She must be getting tipsy by now. I needed to get her upstairs soon.

"No wonder you're soooo big," she drew out the 'so', as she reached out with her right hand, joining it with her left to encircle my bicep in her fingers. I'm big? It seemed she was talking about my muscles, she had probably asked if I worked out.

"You have no idea," I chuckled. She seemed to miss the hidden meaning, and continued to run her fingers along my right arm, cooing softly. She glanced at my crotch again, withdrawing her eyes quickly this time. Perhaps she knew exactly what I meant after all.

"Think you can lift me?" She flirted, sliding closer on the chair and leaning forward to match my posture.

I laughed. "Easily." 

Another glance at her lips. Deliberately, this time, I wanted her to know what I was thinking. Her lips parted slightly. I could feel her breath on my jaw now. c*****g my head again, I slowly dragged my gaze up to her eyes. She didn't notice, her attention was on my lips now. 

Good. I licked my lips, it was a casual but deliberate motion. She was ready.

"Want to get out of here?" I asked. I had her now, but I needed us to go somewhere quieter. Somewhere more private. 

"Sure," she said, like there was ever any doubt. Not meeting my eyes this time, she slowly reached for her bag, a disappointed look on her face. "But I need to pee first."

Perfect. "My room is right upstairs," I said, gesturing towards the doorway. She glanced at it, uncertain.

I moved closer. Our thighs touched, now. My right arm snaked around her waist, easing her concerns. 

"It's too loud in here," I said. "We can talk more in my room." I had no intention of talking. 

It was a little loud, but we were seated at the rear of the bar. I'd intentionally led her there a few minutes ago, when we'd started our conversation.

I glanced up at her friends. Earlier, they had been giggling among themselves and talking in hushed tones, trying to pretend like they weren't gossiping about their friend who had drawn the attention of the burly, handsome man. Me.

They were preoccupied now, flirting with a group of guys who were obviously a little in over their heads. They were both pretty in their own rights, sporting extensive nails and colourful hair attachments. Outgoing, yet naive. Exactly my type. I'd have gone for either of them if their friend hadn't been present. 

Maybe both of them.

I turned back to the lady next to me. She was smoothing down her skirt as she uncrossed her legs. The skirt had risen to mid-thigh, but there had still been no sign of any tights. Interesting.

I stood up, taking her arm with me, and guiding her to her feet. She wobbled a bit, taken by surprise. I immediately slid my right arm back into place around her waist, but a little lower than before. I felt no bump. Not even the slightest crease. A skirt that tight would have betrayed the existence of any underwear, but I felt no telltale signs of a waistband of any sort beneath her skirt. Hmm.

"Don't forget the drink," she giggled, pointing a manicured nail at the champagne on the table. I acquiesced, grabbing the glass and one cup in my arm.

"Lets go," my tone may have been casual, but it wasn't a request. She followed.

We rounded a turn and took the stairs. The whole time, we spoke in low tones, her hand in mine as I lead the way to my hotel room, with a singular goal in mind.

Minutes later, we were in my hotel room. She skittered away from my grasp and eased herself unto the bed, letting out a sigh.

"So, where is it?"

"Where's what?"

"The toilet, silly," she cracked up, batting her eyelids at me. "You didn't think I came here just cuz you're cute, did you?"

"Yes, actually," I joined her in chuckling. "I am quite dashing."

"You're soooo proud," she stretched out that word again, "Sit down, mister," she led me to the bed and plopped me down.

I pointed at the door to my left. "Don't be long," I said, running my palm across the sheets suggestively.

"I won't be," came her reply, as she slipped in and shut the door.

I shot to my feet, hurriedly setting down the champagne on the table. I'd only brought one glass. Not that it mattered, I was done drinking for the night anyway.

I smoothened the bedsheet and made generous use of the air freshener. It was all set.

Making my way back to the bed, I caught a glance of my reflection in the mirror. 

Tall. Dark. Handsome. Muscular. Intelligent. I'd won the genetic lottery, really. 

What more could a girl ask for?

Well, commitment and loyalty, I guess. I snorted. Yeah, right.

I winked suggestively at my reflection, pulling my lips into a confident smile. The sound of swirling water emerged from the toilet, the flushing sound snapping me out of my self admiration, and I sat back down on the bed, stroking my light beard as she emerged, heels in hand. She dropped the shoes dismissively, sauntering over to meet me. The smell of her perfume was stronger now; she had reapplied it.

She was ready.

I sneaked two fingers under the strap of her bag as she leaned over, pulling her closer and sliding off the handbag in one move.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" I asked, cupping her chin. There was a pause.

"N— no, I'm not," she blushes. I brush a couple strands of her pink-streaked hair, feeling her breath, warm on my face.

"Liar."

She opened her mouth, presumably to defend herself, but I was done waiting. I curved my palm around the back of her neck and pulled her in, brushing my lips against hers. I waited, testing her patience as I hovered my lips millimeters away from hers.

She grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me, smashing her lips against mine. There was a hungry moan, I wasn't sure if it came from my lips or hers. 

A pause. Another kiss. This time, her tongue slithered into my mouth, caressing mine as she fell into me. She was a good kisser.

Yeah, this wasn't my first rodeo either.

I took the moment to grab her waist and turn over, pinning her beneath me on the bed. Her lips never left mine, instead she grabbed my face and held it hostage against hers. Her back arched as a moan escaped from her lips.

Her fingers trembled as she unzipped my jacket and slid it off my shoulders. 

"Unzip my dress," she whispered, turning over to expose her back to me.

I placed my left hand on her neck, pushing down lightly. My knees were on either side of her waist as I leaned in and took a deep breath. I tugged gently on her zip with my right hand, keeping my left on her neck.

"Oh, Harris…," she mewled. Then came another moan.

Yeah, she was ready.

***

My eyes opened, and I took a deep breath. It was morning.

My mind dwelled on the dream again. As usual, it was the same. Some entity, laughing mockingly at me as I tried and failed to catch up to it. It was starting to get really annoying.

I sat up, and my face caught a beam of sunlight, piercing through the windows with the intent to remove any trace of sleep left in me.

Why did the room smell of— oh…

I glanced at the lady next to me. She snored softly, her eyelids fluttering. So, that's why.

The events of the previous night came to me all at once, and I let it sink in, shrugging off the sheets as I walked over to the mini-fridge, still naked.

I poured myself some water. I should get dressed, I thought.

But first I made use of the landline next to me, I called the hotel attendants and told them to I'd pay for one more day, including a breakfast request, though I intended to leave soon.

I walked over to her form, partly covered by the sheets. I grabbed the tip of the bedsheet, and paused, debating myself. On the one hand, the last thing I wanted to do was cover her up. 

She lay splayed out, skin smooth as honey, the curve of her hips inviting me to lose myself within the folds of her thighs once again. Her breaths came in smooth, drawn out motion, animating her naked breasts in ways that threatened to drive me insane with lust. Oh, damn.

On the other hand, she was cold. Her erect n*****s betrayed that fact. They rose from the goosebumps on her areolas, proud and defiant. I traced a finger along her side, down her stomach, and into the valley between her breasts. In that moment, I struggled internally, my fingers mere inches away from the twin peaks that they had caressed just hours ago. 

But my more chivalrous side won out in the end. I pulled up the sheets, covering her and tucking them snugly under her chin. Whoever said I wasn't a gentleman?

If miss— ugh, I still couldn't remember her name. If she decided to stay and grab some breakfast, the least I could do was pay in advance.

She was adventurous, I could admit that much. Too bad she didn't request that I use a condom. I wondered if she was pregnant. I wondered if she had it. Oh well. Not my problem.

I put on my clothes, leaving the wristwatch on the table for her, since she seemed to like it so much.

Quietly, I exited the room, and walked to the elevator.

Then it struck me. Anna. Her name was Anna.

I laughed.