LEVERAGE

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CHAPTER ONE:

FORCED SLAVERY

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PART ONE

CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT

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Bella

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I ate my salad while silently listening at the conversation between my friends, Mia and Leah, as we had a late dinner.

"...aand...can you believe it! Thinking no one would notice?!" Mia went on and on about whatever frivolous obsession she was on from the last gala they went to during the weekend. I paid no mind to the gossip. My mind reeled on to the fact that I am 23, in a month I'd turn 24...and by all intents and purposes, had no life. Other than my two friends, some family, work...

My brain tempest of thought was brought to a halt with an undignified screech.

"Bella!" Mia whined.

"Yes, Mia?" I asked trying to play off that I wasn't listening, knowing I was completely transparent...

"You weren't listening. Where you?" Leah said, her side smirk and amused twinkling knowing eyes staring at me. Effectively unleashing the fury that is Mia into another rant.

"How can you just..."

My apologetic response was automatic, but my lips barely opening before I was rudely interrupted by Leah's obvious statement of shock.

"Oh! My! Gawd!"

Followed by Mia's giggly gasp. I looked up to their faces to see their eyes wide as saucers, mouth's open in an 'o', and covered by their respective hands...staring intently at something behind me.

Gasps and murmurs throughout the café signalling their interest on the same thing.

"Can you believe it..."

"Disgusting!"

I turned on my seat, risking for certain to be caught by my obvious rude display, to see what caused the people on the table next to ours to comment so crudely.

No. Way!

There, arriving at the bar, was a gorgeous busty blond. The bouncy wide curls cascaded down her back and angled shorter in the front, framing her delicate face. Her lips were a voluptuous ruby-red, rosy cheeks complementing her porcelain smooth white skin, framed smoky eyes sharp and amused by the attention she obviously thrived on.

But that wasn't what caught everyone's attention. It was her attire.

If you could call it that.

Her 'dress' was short...as in barely over the roundness of her buttocks.

If it was covering anything at all.

The slick fabric reflected any light it caught. Her barely there bodice, lacy garter, thigh highs, and sheer thong were in full display under the transparency of her dress.

Something twinkled on her upper body that seemed to zero my attention.

A nipple piercing.

"A screaming orgasm for me and a rocket fuel for my friend, please" she said, her voice coy and her tone playful.

As soon as she mentioned that she had a friend I expected another scandalously dressed woman, yet to my surprise...

"Wow..." Leah said breathless...

And yeah...wow was right.

In walked THE tallest man I have ever seen.

Covered in a long, black leather trench coat opened in the front and leather boots. Both with straps and shiny silver buckles everywhere, which chimed with each heavy step he took toward the bar. His arms barely concealed by the leather stretched over them, swung with confidence by his sides. His face was hidden by his long, silken, dark tresses. Only his skin tone peeked though every once in a while. Dark, but not too dark...like mocha...chocolate...milk chocolate, but different, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. You could see that his chest was, too, bonded in leather belts...a ring at the center gathering the straps.

Every single step he gave was rhythmically announced by a metallic jingle.

When he finally reached her and stood by, his confidence seemed to escape him. He didn't reach for his drink when she mentioned it was for him...merely nodded, didn't speak...didn't smile...kept his eyes low as she soaked the attention and openly flirted with every man at the bar.

She looked back at him and gave him his drink, which he only reached for when she told him to 'take it and drink it all'. He took it gently from her hand, thanked her and gulped down the throat burning liquid rapidly. She stared at him while he did. Then she turned her back to him and leaned against his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around her, one large hand landing on the pierced breast, the other behind one of her thighs, lifting it slowly as the hand that was on her breast slid down t...to...

My mind stuttered.

He wouldn't...

They can't...

...they did.

He fingers slipped in to her slick core. Her coy smile and moans didn't shame her...or him. It seemed to excite her more. He didn't kiss her. She didn't ask either.

We all watched stunned...men close by watched with dirty smug smiles...as she moaned...

"Faster..." She ordered.

He obliged.

...'til she creamed all over his fingers and he let her down slowly.

She reached for the hand that he touched her with, brought it to her lips, sucking and licking his fingers clean letting each drop out of her mouth with a pop.

She smiled at him. He didn't return it, his eyes staying low. And once again...they didn't kiss.

She ordered another round while the whole place was stunned silent, speaking as if she didn't just display herself like that in front of every one here.

My heart was beating hard against my rib-cage. My breathing came in short gasps...I pressed my legs together to relieve pressure I didn't realize had built...there.

I got caught as I blatantly stared as he sharply lifted his head and his dark, smoldering orbs landed on mine, melting me almost instantly.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't breathe.

I gasped at the feeling of being consumed by his eyes openly burning me. The heat increased till I felt the rush of my surely displayed blush, and distracted by it, was able to finally drop my eyes to my salad.

I couldn't be in here...I needed air.

I reached inside my purse and got out enough to cover from my friends and myself plus for them to enjoy at least 2 more drinks each and a generous tip.

"It's on me tonight, guys...I have to get home..." I said quickly, and before they could retort. I was up and out the door.

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The double chime that alerted my exit, separating me from whatever happened in there, and the ability to regain the necessary space to calm my claustrophobic episode. The cool breeze refreshed my heated cheeks...and my mind wandered back to...him...his furrowed, concentrated brow...his eyes...chiseled jaw...and I didn't miss how he clenched his teeth.

I would be upset too.

I walked a bit away from the door towards my apartment. My truck was at the shop 'til tomorrow so I was thankful that this café bar was close to home.

After a few steps my purse decided to spill its contents all over the floor.

"Damn..." I sighed and bent down to retrieve the few things I keep with me...

Wallet.

Cosmetics bag.

I noticed my cell was nowhere near me...

Where in the..?

It so happened that it slid all the way in the alley between the café bar and the building beside it.

Ah! There it is...

I walked towards the little device ignoring the chimes a few feet from me.

But I couldn't ignore the voice that came after.

I froze on the spot.

"The car is going to meet us on time...let's go..." The female voice said sternly...it's her.

I watched, cloaked by the darkness in the alley, as they walked past me. He paused and stiffened as she kept going. His head turned sideways towards me. I shrunk back into the safely of the shadows.

My frantic breathing and rapid heartbeats thundering on my ears.

I wasn't afraid.

I was excited.

Images of the display inside the restaurant played in my mind, replacing the unabashed woman with myself...my blood boiled...my lower belly coiled.

I closed my eyes and gulped air...finding my mouth had gone dry.

I thirsted for something...but inexperience in that department leaves me drawing a blank as to what it is that I craved exactly.

"Jacob!" She barked, once she noticed the lack of his presence.

He hesitated slightly, then walked faster towards her. She turned and after noticing the distance with a frown and barked another order.

"Stop!"

To which he immediately obeyed.

She walked towards him and looked around. Then got close to him and she searched in his pockets whispering something.

He nodded.

She found what she searched for and showed it to him. The height difference prompted him to lower himself...he knelt before her.

She put something around his neck. It was black and some parts glistened with the street light above.

She stepped back admiring her work a smile grew on her face as she tapped his cheek whispering with appreciation, "Good boy."

She took another step backwards and barked, "Stand!"

He obliged.

His head was lower now than before.

Then I noticed that a chain was attached from the item on his neck to her wrist.

A dog collar.

The sight pulled at my heart...filling it with the misery he must be feeling.

The humiliation.

She walked off. He hesitated again...at least till she pulled on the leash.

"Heel!" She spat.

He did.

And I felt compelled to follow.

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A/N:

Do I get any thoughts on this one?