Bound Angel Bound Demon
hasn’t got anyone but us now has he?”
    Alex knew he was right . Alex had no family of his own; she hadn’t thought about him not having anyone to speak to, he had always been a private person. Alex gave her dad a hug.
    “O h and Mom said to hurry up and finish what you’re doing. You two are going out later and she wants you to be ready in time,” she laughed.
    “ I forgot. You’ll be home alone, you can come if you want.”
    “ No. I already told Mom I need to unpack, plus I’ve got all the new things to try on, I’m happy just to stay in tonight, thanks Dad.”
    That evening Alex waved her mom and dad off as they went out for the night and she returned to her room which had bags everywhere. She smiled to herself thinking this is going to be fun . She began to empty the bags: dresses, underwear, shoes and nightwear, plus a couple of bikinis, now she could use the pool. She hung everything up and put the other things away in the drawers. She even unpacked her suitcase. She saw her handbag sitting in the corner which she’d forgotten about it. She picked it up and emptied it onto the bed. Make-up and hair items tumbled out. She put them on the dressing table. Turning back round she saw the box from the other night and she opened it. The blindfold was still in there, and then she noticed the envelope. She put the contract, which she’d forgotten about, on the bedside table, along with the box. This requires a drink, she thought. She went to the kitchen and got herself a bottle of wine and a glass and returned to her bedroom. She plugged in her mobile phone to the charger and searched for her mp3 app and pressed play, her music playlist began to play in the background. She poured a drink and then opened the envelope. Alex took out the contract and sat back leaning up against the headboard. She picked up her glass of wine and began to read.
    The first section was mainly about disc losure of the club. She read on, it said that the club might film you during all activities and sometimes photos might be taken by the master. They would be kept in a file and used if the member tried to expose the club in any way. So they stop you talking by blackmailing you, lovely, she thought. I wonder if that night was recorded , she smiled at the thought of it, she couldn’t deny that she’d enjoyed it, and the thought that there was a video of it somewhere made her warm between the legs. She ran her hand down and placed it on her sex. She felt damp. She tried to stop thinking about that night. She had another sip of her drink, the glass was nearly empty, so she filled it up. She read on through the contract and came to a part where she needed to sign. She looked at it, put it to one side, and examined at the second part of the contract. It read more like a questionnaire than a contract, she noticed there were two parts to each question. One was for the dom to answer and the other for the sub, it was an agreement to be drawn up between the two people, stating their wants and needs. She couldn’t fill it out until she knew who her master was. She now knew she wanted to go ahead and carry on exploring her new found desires.
    S he would need to talk to Gary and make her feelings clear, she put both the contracts back in the envelope. Had Gary enjoyed it as much as she had ? She still didn’t really understand how he’d come to be there but she hadn’t given him a chance to explain. She needed to go back to Gary. She finished the second glass of wine a lot more quickly than the first; she emptied the last of the bottle into the glass, and reached for her phone. She stopped the music, and as she went back to the phone menu, she saw a new message from Gary. She clicked on it. It read, ‘Alex listen to this. It sums up a lot.’ The message had an mp3 attached, ‘Just Give Me A Reason by Pink, featuring Nate Ruess.’ She’d heard it before, but not really listened to it, she wondered what Gary meant. She clicked play.
    “ It’s

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