The Lover (M/F)

[sofya]

Emma has recently broken up with her boyfriend of three years. The breakup was tough, but necessary. She loved him, but couldn't see a future with him. He is unemployed and unmotivated, and she knows that there would be no marriage in their future if they stay together. Still, it hurt to end things with someone she has shared so much of her life with.
Emma's phone buzzed as a text message from her ex-boyfriend, William, came through. He pleaded for another chance, wanting to see her fiery red hair and claiming that he could be the man she wants him to be. He asked her to meet him at a pub to discuss things, "Please... give me a chance. I'll be the guy you want me to be. Let's talk this over in a pub."
Emma sighed irritably. She is sick of him constantly messaging her, and just wants him to leave her alone. But he is persistent, constantly texting her and begging to see her. Despite herself, she couldn't bring herself to block his number.
She feels conflicted, a part of her still cares for him but she knows they could never get back together. Every message he sent, she felt herself crumbling more.

One day, Emma couldn't handle it anymore. She picked up her phone and texted back. Emma took a deep breath before typing out a response. "Fine, I'll meet with you at the pub tonight." She hit send, feeling a mix of emotions. She is still angry with him, but part of her also wants to see him.

Emma is nervous about the meeting, but she wants to look good. Emma chose a dress that showed off her curves to perfection. The figure-hugging design hugged her body in all the right places, accentuating her hourglass figure and curves. The dress is a deep, rich shade of emerald green, a color that complemented her fair skin and red hair perfectly. The dress is cut low in the back, showcasing her toned back and drawing attention to her long, shapely legs.She wore a bold red lipstick to match her hair color. Her thick red hair is curled, cascading down her shoulders in loose waves. She took one last look in the mirror, fixing her makeup and smoothing out her outfit before heading out.

As Emma entered the pub, she spotted him immediately. He is a handsome bald black guy, dressed fashionably in a sharp jacket. His shaved head is accentuated by a single pearl earring, making him stand out in the crowd. He exudes confidence and magnetism, and Emma couldn't help but feel a little butterflies in her stomach as she approached.
Emma's heart pounded in her chest as she approached him, trying to maintain a cool and detached demeanor.
"Hey," was all she said, her voice cool and distant.
William looked up as she approached, his eyes widening for a moment as he took in her appearance. "Wow," he said, his voice soft. "You look..." His words trailed off, as if he couldn't find the right words to describe her. "Just wow." Emma tried to maintain her cool facade, but his praise made her heart skip a beat. "Thanks," she said, trying to keep her voice casual. "You look good too." She took a seat across from him, trying to act as if this is just a casual meetup.

William signaled the waiter, ordering two cocktails for them. The drinks were served quickly, and they both took a sip. The alcohol tasted sweet and fruity, a little bit of a burn in the background as they drank. The silence was thick, the tension in the air palpable. Finally, William broke the silence, his voice strained.
"I know you think I'm just a loser or something, but I've changed. I'm serious. I still love you," he said, his voice urgent. His words are heartfelt, but Emma didn't look convinced. She took a sip of her own drink, her mind racing. She is torn between wanting to believe him and her skepticism. She knows he has hurt her before, and she is afraid to trust him again. But there is a part of her that wanted to believe him, to give him another chance.
She sipped her drink again, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. "You say you've changed," she said softly, her voice tinged with doubt. "But why should I believe you?"

William took another sip of his drink, his mind racing. He knows that she is being stubborn, but he isn't going to give up that easily. He flagged down the waiter, signaling for another round of drinks. He knows he has to do something to break down her defenses. As the waiter brought over their cocktails, he waited for the perfect moment. When the waiter turned away, he quickly added something to her drink, making sure to keep it hidden. He then took another sip of his own drink, glancing at her to see if she has noticed. Emma sipped her drink, unaware of what William has done. The alcohol burned her throat, but she tried to stay focused. It wasn't long before the drug started to take effect, the alcohol in her system quickening the process. She started to feel dizzy, her head spinning as if she has too much to drink. Her limbs felt heavy, her mind becoming fuzzy. She looked up at William, her vision starting to blur.

She tried to speak, but her words came out slurred. "I don't feel good," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, can you drop me at home?" William nodded, his lips curving into a smirk. "Sure," he said, helping her stand up.

He helped Emma but he drove to his home instead of her house.
William put an arm around her shoulder and helped her out of the car, leading her towards his house. She stumbled a little bit, her legs feeling rubbery and weak. "What are we doing here?" she asked, her voice soft and a little slurred.
"This isn't my house," she said weakly, her voice slurring. "Where are we?" William didn't answer, just smirked as he led her inside his house. The door slammed shut behind them, and Emma stumbled a bit, leaning on him to keep standing. His arm tightly wrapped around her waist to support her. "I know," he said, his voice smug. "But you're not going to your house tonight."
William scooped her up in his strong arms, holding her easily against his chest. She felt light as a feather in his arms, her body limp and pliable. He carried her into the house and set her delicately down on a chair in the living room.
William smiled down at her, his eyes dark and glinting with a predatory glint. "I'll make you some coffee. It'll help you sober up a bit," he said. "And I'll prepare a special romantic dinner for us."
Emma tried to protest, shaking her head weakly. "No, I need to go home," she said, her words slurring a little bit. "I can't stay here."

William's expression hardened, his patience wearing thin. "I'm afraid that's not an option," he said firmly. "You're not going anywhere. I'll tie you up to the chair, for your own good."
Emma's eyes widened in surprise, shock coursing through her body. "What? You can't do that!" she protested, trying to sound strong but knowing that she is defenseless.
" sorry, it is not an option now " he said in cold blood.
William picked up some lengths of rope that on the couch, looping them over his hand like he is gathering reins. He approached her from behind, his expression cold and unyielding. He took her wrists into one hand, began to binding her arms roughly behind her back with the rope. Wrapping the rope around them a couple of times. He pulled the rope tight. cinching the knot tightly. The ropes bit into her wrists, the edges biting and digging into her skin. The rope is secure, making it impossible for her to break free. He finished off each line with what looked like a complex knot, cinching the rope tightly .The rough material bit into her skin, leaving angry red marks on her wrists as he tied the final knot.
Then William grabbed a second rope, his hands moving quickly and with practiced ease. He tied the rope around her body, just below her breasts. Emma protested weakly, begging him to stop, but he ignored her, continuing to tie her to the chair. The rope is digging into her flesh, tightly binding her to the chair, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. Then He tied the rope around her legs, making sure they are securely attached to the chair. The rope is wrapped around her legs several times, preventing her from moving or kicking. She is completely stuck, with no way to escape. Her legs are spread wide, making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable. she sat there, bound to the chair, her mind raced, fear and panic coursing through her. She tried to wriggle free, but the ropes are too tight, digging into her skin.
He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. "You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice low and possessive.
Emma struggled against the ropes again, her body tense and trembling. She tried to force her way free, but it is no use. The ropes are tight and unyielding, holding her securely in place.
Please," she whimpered. "Let me go."
William walked around her struggling form, a smug expression on his face. "Don't worry, darling," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Just be a good girl and wait for me. I have a surprise dinner for us.”
Emma looked up at him, her eyes filled with anger and defiance. "I don't want any surprises," she said, . "Just let me go."

William let out a sigh, shaking his head in exasperation. "Typical stubborn Emma," he said, his tone tinged with a hint of annoyance. He pulled out a rag from his pocket , roughly shoving it into her mouth. "You always have to make things difficult."
Then He took a white scarf and brought it up to her face, pulling it around her head and securing it tightly behind her head. The white scarf covered her mouth completely, muffling any sounds she might make and leaving her entirely speechless.

William patted her on the head, his tone condescending. "I will be back as soon as possible, enjoy your time now "
He turned away from her, walking away towards the kitchen, leaving her tied up and gagged , she is furiously screaming behind him mmmpphhhhh

FIN

[AmyRush]

Excellent first chapter! Please continue!

[SilverLinings]

Another great start, hope this one continues as well!