goodfellow | At Zero

At Zero

There were a number of clubs in the city that knew Rob Fellows as a frequent flier. Zero was one of them, and even though he hadn't been there in some time, he could tell that the bouncer recognized him. Just because he was in a good mood, Robin slipped him a twenty despite having already gotten inside. He tipped his hat and slid toward the bar, where he picked out a seat on the end and began to scope out the people around him.

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"All right," said Robin, and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue a little."

Danielle carefully plucked another pill from her purse and dropped it onto his tongue, then moved her mouth to his neck to return the kisses he'd been giving her, setting her purse aside as she moved to straddle him, sucking and licking his his skin with a little sigh.

Robin let the pill dissolve, and wrapped his arms around her waist, sliding hands down to her ass. At least that seemed entirely real.

It would take a few minutes for the drug to kick in, so she would have to keep him occupied in the meantime. She started unbuttoning his shirt with a moan, her mouth following the trail of increasingly bare skin, teeth scraping over his chest as she ground against his lap.

Oh yeah, Robin was starting to see the value in forgoing the rest of the club experience. Particularly if she kept working her way down.

He decided to save her some work, and unfastened his pants.

Since her face was buried against his chest, Danielle allowed herself to roll her eyes at the obvious gesture. Hopefully the pill would make that task unnecessary.

She stalled by sliding her hand into Robin's open pants, looking up as she wrapped her fingers around him. "Oooh, a big boy," she purred, stroking slowly.

Robin grinned at her. "Too kind of you to notice."

"It's kinda hard to miss," Danielle replied with a smirk, returning her mouth to his chest, continuing to work lower, but slower now.

Robin smiled back at her, another lewd comeback on the tip of his tongue...

But just before she hit her mark, he started to feel a little strange. Lightheaded.

And recognized the feeling immediately.

"Oh, you bitch."

And then the world went black.

Danielle raised her head and smiled a satisfied smile. Then she stood up and reached into her purse, pulling out a radio. "It's done," she said into it, and immediately 4 men in suits entered the back room, ignoring everyone but the unconscious puck. They dragged him out of the club, Danielle following behind with a smug look. She was delivering this one personally.

Robin woke some time later, having no idea how much time had passed.

He was tied to a bed.

To be fair, it was a very nice bed. In a very nice room. And except for being groggy from the drugs, Robin was quite comfortable.

"I am officially registering a complaint with this club's management," he called out.

There was no immediate response to his words, but it was only a minute before the click of high heels approached a door behind his head. It opened and the clicks fell silent as Lara stepped onto the plush carpet of the room. "We meet again," she murmured, looking amused and pleased as she moved into Robin's range of vision.

Robin was hoping that it might be someone else, but honestly, he wasn't all that surprised, given his surroundings.

He was suddenly a little... anxious.

But he didn't let a bit of it show. "I take it Danielle is a friend of yours," he said.

"Employee," Lara corrected calmly, looking him over. "I do hope your comfortable. I'm afraid the restraints are necessary for now, but I'm sure they'll only be a temporary measure." She smiled, a hungry, confident smile, her eyes lightening.

There were a hundred things that Robin wanted to say to her right now, but he remembered that she still thought that he was Thomas' thrall. And it was probably safer for him to keep things that way.

"Thomas is not going to be happy about this," he said.

Lara laughed at that, delighted. "No, he's certainly not going to be," she agreed, still chuckling. "Not one little bit." Her laughter faded to an exaggerated sigh. "My brother gets far too attached to his food. This will be a good lesson for him."

"What are you going to do?" asked Robin, a touch of a glare settling on his face. "Kill me?"

Lara looked a bit offended at the question. "And waste such a valuable tool, after I went to all that work to get you here? Perish the thought, my sweet buck. I have much more enjoyable plans for you." She looked him over and licked her lips, her eyes flaring into full silver.

Robin fought a wave of lust. It didn't really work.

"If you wanted to fuck you could have just asked," he said. "No kidnapping necessary."

"Oh, I'm sure," Lara agreed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, her fingers caressing the side of his cheek. "But it's about more than fucking. You're going to help me bring my brother back into the fold properly."

Desire shot through Robin like fire when she touched him. It took some effort to do what he did next.

He bucked against the ropes. "No. No, you are not going to thrall me, you crazy bitch!"

Lara gave him a placid smile, leaning in to graze her lips over Robin's jaw. "Don't worry, pet. Soon you'll enjoy being a thrall. It will make your life so simple."

Robin was pissed. He was also turned on as hell.

And he was also a puck, and had a very finely tuned survival instinct. Somewhere in between those things he managed to put together his best chance for getting off of this bed without having her fuck him within an inch of his life. Which, though fun, was not something he wished to repeat.

"But Thomas..." he whined.

"Thomas needs to remember his place!" Lara replied firmly, pulling back to look at Robin, her hand like iron as she gripped his chin, meeting his eyes with a steely expression. "He has been allowed to play at being human, at living his own life, but now it's time for him to return to his family duties. And you're going to help me remind him of this."

That rough hand only made desire spark through Robin even hotter.

"How... am I supposed to do that?" he asked, forcing himself into calmness, to not snap at her again.

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