I let out a happy little groan when the last lecture of the day ended, officially starting the weekend. I put my laptop away and stood up to wait for my friends before we left the hall together.

“I’m getting so drunk tonight,” one of them said in a cheerful tone.

It wasn’t really a topic for me, so I only listened with one ear as we walked through the busy hallways. We reached the main entrance and stepped out into the sunny yard. It was such a nice spring day, so when the guys asked me to hang out with them, I agreed.

We went to grab sodas from the nearby café and found ourselves a pretty spot by the trees to sit down. The topic was still the party that night, but I didn’t let them see my boredom. It wasn’t hard to keep a smile on my face simply because the day was so beautiful.

“I’m guessing you’re not coming?” one of my friends asked, looking at me.

“Oh, no, not Riley,” another one replied on my behalf. “Riley would never touch booze.”

“I do drink occasionally,” I said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, right.” The guys laughed.

I waved my hand in a dismissive manner.

“Does that mean you’re joining us?”

I shook my head. “I have somewhere to be at six,” I explained.

“See? He never comes!”

The conversation moved on. I leaned back against my hands to soak in the sunlight, enjoying the warm rays after the cold, rainy winter.

“Hey Riley!”

I peered over my shoulder and spotted a couple of my female friends passing us by. I waved at them and turned my head back toward the sun, not thinking much about it. But of course, the guys being guys…

“She was definitely checking you out,” the guy next to me said, nudging me on the side with his elbow.

“Who?”

“Daisy.”

“She was not,” I said with a smirk. “We’re just friends.”

My words were followed by laughter, and I peered at the loudest ones. The ones I didn’t really know.

“She wants you to get in her pants, dude!”

“Oh, no! We don’t talk about s-e-x in front of our Riley. He doesn’t know about it yet. He’s too innocent!”

“Come on, I’m not a virgin,” I said and laughed lightly.

“Yeah sure.”

“Guys…” I just sighed and chuckled.

I stayed with them for half an hour, letting them crack jokes about me not wanting to join them at the party. It just really wasn’t my thing, and I already had plans for the evening. When five o’clock drew near, I sat up and grabbed my bag.

“I should get going,” I told the guys as I got up from the ground and dusted my jeans.

“Come on – you never come to any of the parties! We still haven’t seen you drunk!”

“Why would you want to see me drunk?” I asked, humoring them.

“Come on, guys – he’s too young to drink.”

“Oh my god,” I groaned, tossing my head back. “I do drink!”

“But I want to see you drink! I bet you turn into a total crackhead when you have a sip.”

“Bye, guys,” I said, turning my back on them, laughing quietly.

“I told you – he’s too innocent for parties.”

“Such a Goody Two-Shoes…”

“He has to be a virgin…”

I rolled my eyes in amusement as I started heading to the parking lot with a bright smile on my face – it was such a nice day. I waved at a couple of my teachers and stopped to ask the janitor how he was doing. A girl close to my car dropped her bag right in front of me, so I helped her to gather her stuff. When I finally got into my Volvo and started backing it out of the parking space, a notorious douchebag nearly hit my rear with his BMW when he appeared out of nowhere.

“Sorry!” I shouted even though he couldn’t hear me and waved at him to go first.

Without any further incidents, I started heading downtown. The traffic was quite bad, but it could’ve been worse. I sang along to the radio as I sat through dozens of red lights, occasionally checking my watch. I still had plenty of time.

After getting past the center of the city, traffic got a bit better, so it only took me ten more minutes to reach my building. I waved at the guard in his station next to the gates of the parking garage, then continued driving once the gates were open. I parked the car, grabbed my bag, and headed to the elevator.

I hummed while the elevator took me to the top of the building, then stepped out to the carpeted hallway with chandeliers lighting my way, fishing for my keys.

Once I’d stepped into the penthouse, I put my bag down on the desk next to the door and walked to the massive windows at the opposite end of my luxurious home and stopped to take in the gorgeous seaside view. Nice and peaceful.

I checked the time. Thirty minutes past five. I still had time left, so I went to take a shower. I enjoyed the hot water coming from ten different shower heads built in the surrounding walls. It was nice and relaxing after such a long week at college.

I stepped back out fifteen minutes later, and pulled my white bathrobe over my shoulders, not bothering to use the belt because I loved the freedom. The best part about being at home was that I didn’t have to even think about clothes.

I still had ten minutes left. All that talking about booze earlier was still haunting me, so I made my way to the kitchen and stopped next to the decorative wall that separated the living room from the dining area. The wall was a big, elegant fridge where all the wine was kept. I opened one of the glass doors, grabbed a stool, and climbed to find a bottle of something nice and expensive. It was Friday, after all.

Once I found a good bottle of nice white wine, I climbed back down and closed the door. A short moment later, I brought a chilled crystal class to my lips and savored the fruity, sparkly taste on my tongue.

I left the bottle on the counter and turned to look at the sea, letting out a content sigh. I loved weekends. I hummed a little and checked my watch again. Three minutes left.

With my smile growing wider, I made my way to the bedroom door. I pushed it open slowly, not seeing anything in the darkness. I stepped in and turned to choose the right switch out of several, and the dozens of tiny dim lights in the ceiling turned on, softly illuminating the entire room.

I ignored the massive unmade bed on my right, and instead walked closer to the middle of the room, to the big, sturdy frames made of wrought iron that were bolted tight on the ground and ceiling.

I stopped behind the man sitting on his knees in the middle of the frame. He didn’t let out a sound, nor did he flinch. His back was turned on me, and I took in his naked beauty: his fit body, round ass, and long black hair. His wrists and ankles were tied together with thick iron chains. He had wide cuffs around his arms, attached to the iron frame with more chains so he would stay seated up.

I slowly made my way around him, sipping my wine. He still didn’t move. I had blindfolded him, but that didn’t stop him from knowing I was there.

I stopped to stand next to the timer I had left on the floor in front of him and took another sip of my wine. Any second now… I watched his narrow face, his lush red lips and pale skin. I could’ve watched him for the rest of the night, but the timer finally went off exactly at six, buzzing quietly on the ground.

I leaned in to turn it off, then stepped right in front of the man and took a firm grip of the chain attached to his arm to support myself. I nimbly lifted my left leg and rested it on his shoulder, my private parts only an inch away from his face.

“Have we learned our lesson?” I asked in a whisper.

“Yes, master,” he breathed out with his silky voice.

“Have you thought about what you did?”

“Yes, master.”

“And you promise to behave better from now on?”

I saw the hint of his bratty smile, even though he tried so hard to hide it from me.

“Yes, master.”

I raised my eyebrow in amusement but said nothing.

“Good boy… You may have a sip now,” I told him, and watched as he moved his head back.

He opened his mouth, his white fangs growing larger and almost sparkling under the lights. I leaned against the chain when he sank his teeth into my thigh and started drinking. I brought the wineglass to my lips with a smile on my face as I watched him over my drink.

I loved weekends.

But this was not how things were only a few short months ago…