I met him at a bar, he seemed so confident at first, almost too confident. He looked like a stereotype, black shirt, tanned skin, a cock smile and eyes to die for.
He was slim, tall and kept sending over more and more drinks. He must have sent over a whole bottle of wine in drinks before he came over. Obviously he was expecting me to be a lot drunker than I was, he didn’t know I started sending the drinks elsewhere after the first first three glasses.
‘You don’t seem as intoxicated as I hoped.’ he said as he took the seat next to me.
‘Does that ruin your game?’ I smirked, sipping the last glass of wine he had sent over to me, he shrugged.
‘I think it actually makes it more of a challenge. Makes a difference from all these other drunk women.’ you raised your eyebrow at him, was he really saying this too you?
‘Yes, I do like a challenge. Do you think you could be my challenge?’ he continued smirking. You couldn’t help but smile at what he was saying, this must have been a joke, right?
But despite all of that, I couldn’t help but feel attracted to him, I could feel something pulling me towards him, stopping me from walking away. What was going on? He leaned close to me, crooking his finger for me to do the same. I began to shake my head no, but I shocked myself when I leaned forward. I could feel his breath on my ear as he pushed my hair back.
‘Would you like the challenge?’ he asked, I should have walked away, I should have told him where he could stick his challenge, but my words weren’t my own anymore.
‘Try me.’ I winked. The stranger fell back into his chair, calling over the bartender.
‘Bring us six vodka shots.’ he smirked, turning back to me. ‘My name is Damien, and I have a bet for you.’ the bartender set out six shot glasses in front of you, filling them to the brim with vodka.
‘Six questions, for every question you don’t answer you take a shot, for everyone you do answer I’ll take a shot.’
‘Is there a point to this game?’ I sighed.
‘If I end up taking more shots than you, I’ll leave you alone for the night. If you end up taking more shots, you dance with me.’
‘Dance?’ I scoffed, glancing over to the dance floor full of drunkards.
‘Just one dance.’ he grinned, I looked between the shots and the dance floor. I didn’t have much to lose, and I’m sure I could win.
‘Your on.’ I smirked. Damien shuffled closer, moving the shots to the edge of the bar.
‘Okay. Question one, why are you here tonight?’ he asked, I scoffed at him.
‘That’s all you got? I’m definitely winning.’
‘That’s not a answer.’
‘I am here because I wanted some time outside of work that wasn’t in my living room.’ Damien nodded and took the shot.
‘A deal is a deal.’ he downed the shot in one, putting the glass upside down on the counter. ‘Question two, your favourite drink?’ he smirked at me, and I knew something was up, a deal to get himself drunk wasn’t likely.
‘Cocktails or normal bar drinks?’
‘Either.’ he shrugged.
‘I like a pornstar martini.’ I smiled, watching his eyes light up as soon as I said ‘pornstar.’
‘So I’ve been ordering you the wrong drink all night.’ he smirked, taking another shot and leaving the empty glass on the counter.
‘You’re not doing very well at this are you?’
‘I’m only just getting started.’ he smirked, an evil glint in his eye and for a moment, I thought I saw something more, a flash of black?
‘Question Three.’ he pushed the shot closer to me, suddenly more confident in his questions. ‘What do you like a man to do during foreplay?’ He knew what the question would do to me. In a second my cheeks turned red and my eyes went wide, images of what we could be doing in bed pushing to the front of my mind.
‘You never put a limit to what the questions could be. Do I get an answer?’ he grinned, I sealed my lips and shook my head, arousal shooting across my body. He pushed the shot over to me. ‘Drink up.’
I snatched the shot from the counter, downing it quickly. Warmth spread through my body, the alcohol only aiding the arousal. Damien didn’t say a word to me, he just continued onwards.
‘Are you ready for another question? It only gets better from here.’ he winked, I slammed the glass down on the table.
‘Try me.’ I smirked, I was unsure what was happening, unsure if the alcohol could possibly act so fast. I felt warm, his stare only made it worse, arousal running across my body and raising goosebumps on my skin.
‘Question four. Favourite sex position?’ I sealed my lips into a thin line, I wasn’t exactly a shy girl but I was about to reveal my sex life to a total stranger, but I did feel comfortable around him, calm and safe. But it didn’t feel right. The feeling disappeared when I took the second shot, downing it quickly and feeling the warmth spread through me.
We were now at a tie, two shots each and only two left to go. I could feel the shots taking their toll on me, the wine mixing it all together. I had to answer the next two questions.
‘Question Five.’ he brought my attention back to him, ‘Would you ever do something in public? Say, on a dancefloor?’ he smirked, glancing over to the crowded dance floor.
‘No.’ I said quickly, looking down at my lap.
‘You can’t lie in the game. That’s cheating.’ he smirked, pushing the shot towards me.
‘How do you know I am lying?’
‘I can see it in your eyes.’ he smirked, nodding his head towards the shot. I shook my head and took the shot, downing it and wondering why I was playing this stupid game. I could just walk away.
‘What happens if we tie?’ I asked, looking over to the dancefloor again.
‘You can choose. You can walk away or dance with me. Last question. Would you fuck me?’ he grinned as he asked the question, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. But the alcohol was working through me, running through my veins and inebriating my thoughts.
‘I would.’ I smirked, enjoying the look of shock on my face at the sudden brashness. He took the final shot and downed it.
‘I believe I win.’ I smirked, trying to lean back in my chair, but in my drunken state I almost fell off.
‘So what is your choice?’ he smirked, confident I would choose the dance floor.
I stood, grabbing my coat and purse, his smile fell. But I grabbed his hand and dragged him with me out of the bar.
‘Screw the dancefloor.’ I said, he grinned and followed me out eagerly, the cold air hitting my skin as we stepped outside. The cold air didn’t bother me, I was too focused on his hands as they grabbed my waist and stirred me towards an alleyway. I dropped my coat and purse somewhere in the darkness, but all I could think about was his hands, moving further and further up my waist. We were hidden by the darkness of the alleyway, and he pushed me against the wall.
His body pressed against mine, his fingers curling through my hair and grabbing a handful, using it to tug my head to the side, his lips descending on my neck. He bit and sucked marks into my neck, his free hand grabbing my waist. I managed to work my hands between our bodies, finding the buttons of his shirt and pulling them open. In my rush a few may have been pulled off of his shirt and hit the floor. However, in just his simple movements I began more and more desperate, wanting to feel more and more. The more I worked, the less energy I felt. It was confusing, but I knew one thing for certain, I needed him now.
He pulled both hands away from me and I whined at the loss. He smirked at me,
‘Don’t think I’m gonna leave you hanging, baby…’ he grabbed the backs of my thighs, pulling me upwards, my back scraping against the wall and my legs wrapping around his waist. Stuck between his body and the wall, his hands pulled down my dress to reveal my breasts.
‘So perfect…’ he whispered, leaning down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked gently, massaging the other one in his hand. My head fell back in a moan, hitting the wall and my vision blurring. But that didn’t matter, my pussy clenched around nothing desperately.
‘I need you.’ I whined, pushing my hips downwards, feeling his cock pushing against his jeans. He pulled his lips from my breasts and smirked, reaching around my thigh and easily undoing his jeans, pulling his hard cock out. It pressed against my panty clad pussy and I moaned. His fingers grabbed the edge of my panties, pulling them out of the way and his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed it gently, collecting the wetness on his fingers and rubbing it on the tip of his cock.
‘You want it?’ he whispered, pressing kisses against my neck.
‘Yes… Yes I want it now…’ I moaned, pushing my hips downwards. Without another word, he pushed his cock inside me, stretching me and making me cry out. He kept one hand on my thigh and the other wrapped around my throat, cutting off my airways. He began thrusting into me, his grip tightening and cutting off my airways. I struggled against him, but my pleasure continued to build, my struggles failing and my energy leaving me. His thrusts we’re rough and fast, the brick wall digging into my back. But my pussy responded to him more than anything, clenching around him and spreading the pleasure through my body. I couldn’t stop it, my orgasm was building faster than I could control, he pulled away from my neck to face me and my orgasm hit. However, as it did I stared into his eyes, seeing them completely black. I gasped, pleasure rushing through me wave after wave until… The pleasure took over, my vision blurred into darkness, my consciousness leaving me.
He left her fall to the floor, her eyes still open but everything else was lifeless. She leaned against the wall, her legs wide open and inviting anyone in. A smirk crossed his face as he crouched down and pressed two fingers against her jugular, searching for a pulse but finding nothing.
As he stood up his eyes turned completely black, looking down at the lifeless body. He ran his fingers through his hair, curled horns becoming obvious in his hair.
‘Your soul tasted so good. It’s a pity you couldn’t withstand it, could have lasted ages with you.’ he shrugged and walked out of the alleyway, disappearing into the darkness.