The bartender

Maggie, a petite, curvy redhead with piercing green eyes and a sharp wit, sat at the bar, her stiletto heels tapping rhythmically against the worn wooden floor. Her short skirt rode up just enough to give the bartender, a broad-shouldered man with a rough edge, a peek of her toned thighs. He licked his lips as he slid a shot of tequila towards her.

"Another one?" he asked, his voice gravelly. Maggie nodded, her eyes never leaving his. The bartender's name was Max, and he had a reputation for being rough around the edges. His gruff exterior hid a man with a deep hunger for pleasure.

As Maggie downed the shot, Max's large hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her close enough that their bodies were flush against each other. "You want more than just a drink, don't you?" he growled in her ear. Maggie's heart raced as she felt his hardness pressing against her.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Max's lips crushed against hers, and Maggie moaned into the kiss. His hands roamed over her body, rough and demanding. He squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples until they were hard peaks. His fingers traced the curve of her hip, then delved beneath her skirt, finding the damp fabric of her thong.

Maggie gasped as his fingers slipped inside her, curling around her swollen clit. "Oh God, Max," she panted, arching into his touch. He chuckled, his voice low and rough. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," Maggie breathed again, her body trembling with need. Max's grip on her grew rougher, his fingers pressing harder against her clit. Maggie's head fell back as she came, her body shuddering in pleasure.

Max pulled away, leaving Maggie breathless and wanting more. He led her out of the bar and into the dimly lit alley behind it. "I have something special for you," he said, his voice low and threatening. Maggie's heart raced as she followed him, her body trembling with anticipation.

Max led her to a rough, wooden door set in the side of the alley. He opened it, revealing a dimly lit room filled with leather, chains, and the scent of sex. Maggie's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her: a BDSM dungeon.

Max pushed her down onto a large, padded table, his rough hands roughly unbuttoning her skirt and pulling it off. He ran his fingers over the curves of her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yes," Maggie breathed, her body trembling with anticipation. Max's hands traced over her breasts, then down to her thighs, where he roughly tore off the last remnants of her clothing. He bound her wrists and ankles to the table, leaving her completely at his mercy.

Max's rough hands explored her body, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. He traced circles around her nipples with his thumbs, then pinched them roughly. Maggie moaned, her body arching into his touch. Max chuckled, his voice low and rough. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," Maggie breathed again, her body trembling with need. Max's hands traced down her body, then up again, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pressed a finger against her anus, exploring the tight opening. Maggie gasped, her body trembling with need. "Please, Max," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

Max's fingers slipped inside her, exploring her depths. Maggie moaned as he fucked her roughly, his other hand working her clit into a frenzy. She came again and again, her body shaking with pleasure.

Max's rough hands left her body, leaving her trembling and needy. He stood before her, his cock thick and hard. "Take me," he growled, his voice low and threatening. Maggie's eyes widened as she felt him enter her, his rough thrusts sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Yes, Max," she breathed, her body trembling with need. He fucked her roughly, his hands leaving bruises on her breasts and hips. Maggie came again and again, her body shaking with pleasure.

Finally, they lay panting on the table, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. "Thank you," Maggie whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Max's rough hand stroked her cheek, leaving her with a smile and a memory she would treasure forever.