Captive Ride (3 page)

“
W
hat do
you want from me?” I gasp.

“You know.” He spins me around and muscles me over to the bed. Somehow he has my arms pinned behind me. I tumble facedown onto the mattress.

I squirm under him, straining to free myself, but he climbs on top of me and straddles my waist. With his heavy weight, I can’t even turn over. The only thing he allows me to do is turn my head to the side.

He has both wrists captured in one big hand. “You don’t want to do this,” I tell him. “I’m a lawyer. I know people.”

“How nice. So do I and I’m guessing the folks I know are a helluvalot more dangerous than the pansy assed males you hang around with.”

I hear metal strike metal as he unbuckles his belt. I give a renewed effort to buck him off, but it’s impossible. I’m completely under his power. Moments later the leather is around my wrists. I might not be able to compete with him physically, but I’m a lawyer. Surely I can talk myself out of this.

“What do you want? Whatever it is that is in my power, I’ll give it to you. Do you have a friend who needs help? A family member.”

“Oh you’ll give it to me alright.” The rasp of the zipper is followed by cool air on my butt cheeks. A calloused hand shapes my curve and then a stinging slap is delivered. I yelp in surprise. “Won’t you?”

“I will if you let me go,” I bargain.

He slaps me again and tears prick my eyes—more in shock than surprise. I haven’t had a spanking…ever. “You don’t have any power here. You’re not in a courtroom or an office or a boardroom. You’re here, under my hand and you’re going to do what I say.”

His words are harsh and demanding. I renew my futile struggle under him. He laughs, almost cruelly. His fingers dip down between my legs and I’m mortified at what I know he finds.

“You want this,” he growls. “You want to be treated like this. I’ve seen your books. Your toy chest. If you don’t want this all you have to do is say no.”

Say no?

He waits, his fingers lightly touching my panties which are wet with my unwanted arousal.

“Answer me.” He grabs my hair and tugs me back toward his chest. “Yes or no, Amy.”

I bite my tongue and refuse to answer him. He wants an answer but that’s the one thing I can withhold.

“Have it your way,” he says. His voice is thick with satisfaction. My silence is his consent.

His wrenches down my skirt.

“If you ruin my clothes, I’m coming after you.”

“You’ll be panting after me anyway.” He slaps me across the tops of my thighs hard enough that the elastic of my thigh highs bite into my skin. “You wear these to the office everyday? Who are you hoping comes in to bend you over the desk? Is it a client? Do you have a thing for one of your clients?”

Desire is blooming in my body, stretching it’s arms out wide. I close my eyes and concentrate on that. It’s almost a foreign feeling, like a body part that fell asleep and is waking with a vengeance. There’s pain but I know the pleasure isn’t far behind. If I can concentrate on that, keep my eyes on that then—
smack!

“What was that for?” I cry.

“I asked you a question. Answer it!” he demands.

“I wear them because I like them. Because their cheaper! If I run one stocking then I don’t have to trash the entire pair.”

He pauses and in the silence, I realize how unsexy my answer is. My entire life is run by pragmatic choices.

He chuckles then, a warm one so different than the cruel laugh he’d let out before. “Amy, Amy, you’re going to have to learn that not everything needs to be done because it’s the cheapest or makes the most sense.”

“I’m happy with my life,” I insist. “Now get off of me and let me go.”

“No,” he says simply. He reaches underneath my face and wraps a blindfold around my eyes and then pulls me upright. Disoriented and blind, it’s easy for him to drag me to my bedpost. He stands me up against the tall wooden spindle. I feel exposed and ridiculous in my thigh highs, silk blouse, and heels.

“Dammit, Flint. Stop this right now and untie me.”

“Nope,” he says far too cheerfully. “It’d defeat the purpose for tying you up in the first place.”

“And just why did you tie me?” I kick out my legs but I get only air. I don’t have a good sense of where that bastard is.

“Because you were thinking of running away and then I’d have to chase you and the Minneapolis police tend to frown on tattooed, leather wearing biker dudes chasing down tender young females.”

“I’m neither tender or young.” I punch out in front of me and end up striking my knuckles against the bedframe.

“Careful there Amy, you’re going to hurt my property.”

I snort. “This is my house.”

“I’m not talking about the bed. I’m referring to you.”

This earns him another kick and punch which do nothing. Again.

“I’m serious this time. I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he chides me. “If you’re going to keep flailing around, I’ll have to stop and bind you tighter.”

The threat is effective. I slump back and think of a new attack.

“The bindings hurt,” I complain trying to appeal to his chivalrous side.

He chuckles. I feel the vibration against my back. “No they don’t.”

“Because you’ve tied so many women before?” The sarcastic words slip out before I can stop them.

“Because I’m the Death Lords VP, Amy, and before I was VP, I was an enforcer. I’ve bound a lot of people, very few of them women.”

“You’re no monk though. Just admit it.” I rub my wrists together. But he’s right because the rope he uses is silky not rough and there’s enough slack that I can move comfortably.

“I haven’t had a woman in three years.”

“What?” I jerk my head up wishing I wasn’t wearing the damned blindfold so I could look Flint in the eye.

“Why Is that so hard to believe?”

Because you’re so gorgeous that I practically have orgasms just looking at you and I know that you are surrounded by women all the time. Every time I’ve ever visited the Death Lords clubhouse there were always women around, some of them quite young. There was nothing like a little violence with a dash of tattoo to make a girl’s panties wet.

“Because you seem to have a lot of opportunity,” I settle on.

“That’s it? Everyone has opportunity including you Amy. How many men have you slept with in, say, the past five years?”

“I’m a woman,” I protest. “And you’re…look at you.”

“You saying I’m good looking?”

The amusement in his voice makes me want to bop him over the head but he’s standing behind me and I can’t reach him.

“Fishing for compliments?” I snap.

His response is to laugh. “Always from you but to answer your previous question, the girls around the club don’t interest me. I’ve had my eye on someone for a while now and I didn’t want to just dip my dick in some convenient pot because it was there. I’ve got a few standards.”

That last part came out a bit peeved.

“Sorry,” I mutter but I can’t believe it. Then again, Flint has no reason to lie to me. The idea that he’s wanted me so much that he’s gone without for three years is sort of mind blowing and I can’t deal with that information right now. Fortunately, I don’t have to.

He raises my arms up and somehow attaches the belt to something above my head.

“You know, there are rings at the top of your posts. Why is that Amy?”

“I don’t know,” I retort. “I bought this at a flea market.”

“Have you used these rings before?” he asks silkily.

I clamp my mouth shut. He doesn’t need to know what I’ve done in my past.

“Answer me!” he snarls.

My chin trembles at the sharp bite of his command but I turn my face to the side.

“You’re going to be punished for that Amy. Either answer me or pay the consequences.”

I squeeze my legs together to stop the pounding, ease the pressure, soothe the ache, but the tension only builds.

“I can see that,” he says tightly. “I can see you trying to squeeze that cunt but that cunt is mine.”

He kicks my legs apart and shoves a jean clad thigh between them. I never realized how weak I am.

Heat sears me when the hard thigh meets the pulsing junction between my legs. Only soaked cotton and a rough denim separates my sex from his naked skin. I nearly orgasm at the thought.

Against my will, I buck up against him, trying to get more pressure. I need
something.

He lets me ride his leg for a few seconds. The delicious sensations uncoil within me. I squeeze my legs tighter and ride him harder, reaching for that release. Just…a…little—

He steps away.

“No!” I cry. “Come back here, dammit.”

“Tell me,” he demands, that hand in my hair again.

“I was almost finished. Help me!” I pull against the leather belt. If I had my hands free, I could bring myself off.

“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll give you what you want,” he snarls in my ear. The heat of his breath sends electric shocks down my spine. I try to wriggle against him, but he’s too far away and all I feel is empty air.

Empty.

I don’t want to be empty. I want him to fill me up with his tough body and crude words. It doesn’t matter that I can’t see him or that I’ve never done this with him before.

“I’ve never used them before,” I say sullenly. “I thought they were decoration.”

He grunts in satisfaction. His legs returns to that hot, needy place and even better his mouth lands on mine. No, that’s not right.

His mouth devours mine. His tongue drives between my lips and he sweeps in to claim every inch. With every jab of his thigh and thrust of his tongue, he establishes his dominance over me. What I want, is what he decides to give me. When, where and how much. I am completely at his mercy.

His hand dips between my legs and I forget how to breathe.

“You have a hungry cunt, Amy,” he rasps. “You need it full of cock, don’t you?”

I press my lips shut. He might be able to feel my body’s betrayal but my words are my own. His fingers tunnel into my hair and jerk my head back, a motion that’s just short of painful.

“Answer me,” he demands. The ache between my legs intensifies. I desperately need something and I know he can give it to me, if only I say what he wants. And so what if I give in? I’m not promising him anything. I’m not even giving in. I’m allowing him to touch me, allowing him to pleasure me.

“I want it,” I relent but I inject as much authority into those words of submission as possible.

His fingers slide underneath the gusset of my panties. “What? And be specific, Amy, otherwise, I’ll provide my own interpretation.”

He wants specifics? Fine. I’ll give him specifics. I push against his hand, rubbing my swollen, needy flesh along his firm fingers. “I want you inside me.”

But it’s not enough. He wants everything.

“With what Amy? You want my fingers? My tongue? My cock?”

I inhale sharply at the thought of all of those things. His fingers pumping me, his head between my legs, his long, glorious cock working me into a mindless frenzy. But if I give him an inch, he’s going to take a mile.

In my haughtiest tone, I inform him, “I’ve already had your fingers. I want more.”

He laughs, full bellied and without an ounce of reservation. That’s my Flint. My mind halts.
My
Flint? Since when have I ever considered him mine? Was it when I first saw him holding up the bar at the converted granary that served as the Death Lords’ compound? I remember the insolent way he looked at me, as if my pencil skirt and blazer didn’t exist. Was it the time I spent with him as he took me around the town of Fortune, interviewing potential witnesses? Or maybe it was more recently when I noticed he was following me, from home to the office. Somewhere along the line, he’d become mine and that’s why I became so restless, dating other men in hopes of driving Flint from my mind.

“And you’re going to get more. I’m going to shove my cock up your tight little cunt until you are dripping.”

His words are so graphic, so crude yet so arousing. I can’t stop the my body from responding to him even if I wanted to. But I don’t.

I know I’m safe with him and that I can trust him. Why am I holding back? I don’t know. If I keep holding back, I won’t get everything he’s willing to give me and I get the sense that I only have to ask and if it’s in his power, he’ll make it happen.

All I want for him is to fill the blank and colorless spaces in my life with his big presence. So I give in. I give up. I give over.

“I want you Flint. I want your big, fat cock inside me. I want your mouth between my legs. I want to get on my knees and suck you dry. Everything. I want everything.”

He groans and slams my body against his. “You are going to get it all, Amy.”

His mouth covers mine again. He’s still demanding. He still domineering. But this time his kiss is infused with tenderness. I don’t mistake this for love. I don’t believe he loves me. But he lusts after me and I’ve wanted his big body pressed against mine for so long, I’d take him even if he hated me.

He tugs on my hair to angle me just perfectly for his invasion. His tongue stabs into my mouth and at the same moment, his fingers penetrate me from below. I whimper against his mouth and strain toward those fingers.

“You need more Amy?”

I nod. With quick and efficient motions, he unties my hands, rips off the blindfold, and pushes me backward onto the bed. He steps forward, between my legs and with a rough jerk pulls me to the edge of the mattress.

I lick my lips in anticipation.

He reaches inside the open zipper of his jeans and pulls out his beautiful cock. And it is beautiful. The shaft is engorged with blood and the veins stand out prominently along the sides. At the end, the head is glistening with his pre come. He gathers it in his hand and smooths it down over the bulbous head and down the strong shaft.

“Are you ready?”

I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life.

A
my’s eyes
are a glittering pool of need. This is a woman who hasn’t had love in a long time, maybe not ever if I can trust all the intel I’ve gathered about her. She’s cut herself off and now she’s starving for it.

I part her legs and slide the angry red tip of my cock along her cunt. She shudders at the light touch and falls backward.

“You might want to hang on,” I whisper. “This is first time around is going to be hard and fast.”

“Promises, promises,” she chokes out.

Always the ballbuster. I clench my ass cheeks and drive into her. She screams at my invasion, arching up from the bed.

I wasn’t kidding when I told it was going to be rough this go around. I’ve been waiting too long for this and from the way her pussy clenches me at every backstroke, like she’s afraid I’m not returning, tells me it’s the same for her.

My thumb presses down on her clit and she writhes, snakelike, in wild, erotic movements. I have to grab her hips to hold her still as I can thrust into her.

“Your little pussy is sucking hard on my cock. It wants to milk me dry. You ready for me to come all over you?”

She thrashes her head from side to side. “Yes. Come on me, Flint.”

“I am,” I say through gritted teeth. “I’m going to come all over your cunt and your tits and then we’re going to rub it in until you smell of me. The minute we walk into a place, every man there will know your mine.”

She grinds against me, hips bruising hips. “As long as every woman there knows that you belong to me what do I care?”

I laugh. “Touch your tits, Amy. Pinch those nipples hard and then I’m going to decorate them with my come.”

Her hands rise to cup her breasts. The sight of her touching herself like that is hot as fuck.

I bite my lower lip and slam into her hard. My head may blow off my shoulders when I come. Her cunt’s tight as a fist. Her walls hug me as I retreat, her hidden muscles gripping me as if she doesn’t want me to leave. Fuck, I could spend the rest of my life here.

“You fit like a glove. Your hot, juicy cunt can’t get enough of me, can it?”

Her glossy eyes tell me she’s real close. So am I. I can feel the tension coiling at the base of my spine, waiting for the go signal. I’m taking her with me over that edge into blissful oblivion. I’m taking her so hard, making her come so long that she doesn’t step foot in this bedroom again with shaking from the ball of need that hits her at the memory of what my body gives her.

Back arching like a tightly strung bow, her feet digging against the side of the mattress, she screams as her orgasm takes over her body. Her pussy begins to milk me and I can only withstand a few of those pulsating waves before pulling out.

I take myself in hand and jack my hand down my angry length, using the juice of her body to lubricate my path. The come erupts from my balls, roiling up like a volcano and bursting out to spend on her wet, swollen pussy and her flushed, heated tits.

She lies there, chest heaving, eyes glittering as I spread my hand across her belly and rub that seed deep into her body.

“You’re mine, now, Amy. Don’t you forget it.”

She stares straight into my eyes. “I’m belong to nobody.”

To someone who didn’t know her like I did, that statement would sound like a declaration of defiance. But it’s more of a plea to me—one that says she’s tired of being alone but afraid of what it might mean to share her life with someone.

She’s skittish like a newborn foal but set in her ways like an old mare. I’ve got to negotiate that tricky path to keep her. Without removing my leathers, I climb onto the bed. Now’s not the time to challenge her.

I’ll show her what I mean and how I intend to go on soon enough.

For now, though, I rest my head against her chest, letting her think I’m a docile pup brought to heel.

“What are you doing here Flint?” Her fingers comb through my hair. Beneath my ear, her steady heartbeat is a reassuring drum.

“Helping you take a vacation, Amy.”

“Having sex is a vacation?”

“If you’re doing it right,” I smirk and dart my tongue out to lick the tip of one pert breast.

She tastes delicious. A little salty from her sweat, a little tart from her sassiness, and a little sweet from just being Amy. I lick it some more, watching it pucker and harden with each small lash.

Her fingers tighten and I can almost hear the grinding of the wheels in her head as she forces herself to act calm and relaxed even though she’s getting worked up again.

Chemistry like what we’ve got cooking between us can’t be snuffed out. It’s been crackling for a while and would have blown up into an ugly mess had I not acted on it when I did. Her arousal can’t be faked or hid either. Her body betrays her in a thousand different ways.

Goosebumps pebble her skin when I blow a hot gust of air across a patch of it. She becomes flushed as the blood rises to the surface, as her body yearns for my touch. Her lips, both sets, get swollen and heavy with want. And her pussy starts dripping with her need.

She can say she doesn’t want it. She can pretend like she’s unaffected but I’m learning every secret she has. Every tell. Every sign.

She can’t hid from me.

I don’t want her to.

I want all of her. Her passion. Her fear. Her desire. Her need. Her wants. Her love. I want it all and if she’s too chicken shit to give it to me, I’m going to take it.

“We’re just getting started here,” I warn her. And there’s no time like the present to show her exactly what I mean. I sit up and roll off the bed and pick up the bag I tucked in the corner.

Amy blinks sleepily from the bed, looking like a well-fed kitten. “Where are you going?”

And that note of uncertainty in her voice, the little girl lost feeling that she tries to pretend doesn’t exist, is like a stake in the heart. I hate she’s felt that way but no more. Not while I’m here.

“We’re going for a ride,” I correct her. There’s no me or her. Just us.

She looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “It’s late Flint and I’m worn out.” She huffs out a small laugh. “And you were here, wearing me down.”

“Don’t really care that it’s late Amy.” I pull out the gear I had made for her. A pair of leather pants, a cut, and a tight-fitting t-shirt.

She looks at the gear with confused eyes. Amy’s idea of dressing down is slacks and a silk blouse sans the little coats she seems to wear everywhere even when it’s a blistering hundred degrees in the shade during those hot July days.

“What’s all this?”

“I told you,” I reply patiently. “We’re going for a ride. The leathers will ward off the chill and help protect you if, God forbid, I have to lay down my bike because some dumbshit motorist doesn’t know the rules of the road.”

“It’s so late, though, and I have work in the morning.” Her heart’s not in her protest.

“I’m pretty sure your calendar is clear.”

This statement gets her ass in gear or at least out of the bed. She yanks a filmy wisp of a thing from her dresser and pulls it on. The silky garment does little conceal her ripe body.

She watches me move around the room with narrowed eyes. “Did you collude with my secretary to clear my calendar?”

“Yup,” I wander into her bathroom. “Now you should come in here and tell me what bottles I should stick in my bag because I don’t know one cream from the other. It all smells good though. You can spread that shit on my dick after the ride and jack me off,” I comment to tweak her nose.

I know I’ve hit the right note when she stomps inside the bathroom and rips the little glass pot out of my hand. She sets it on the counter a little harder than necessary.

“What’s going on? How long have you two been working on this. Tell me now and don’t leave anything out.” Her voice rings with authority which turns me on.

“Jesus, you’re hot. That mouth of yours is making me horny.” I plant a hand on her ass and pull her hard against me. “I could take you again, right here in the bathroom. I’d bend you over that sink and you could watch your tits bounce in the mirror as I pound into you from behind.”

Color paints her high cheekbones. Amy might look all buttoned up but she’s got a dark side—one she hasn’t allowed out but that’s going to change.

Now that she’s untied and wearing her ridiculous garment, I can see that she’s feeling more confident. I like a sure Amy, but to carry out my plan, it’s better that she be off balance.

Fortunately I know just what to do.

I whip her around in one practiced move and kick her feet apart. She cries out in surprise and braces her hands on the sink’s edge.

“Let me up Flint,” she demands.

Yeah, she needs a reminder of who’s in charge in the bedroom here. I grab the collar of the robe she just donned and jerk it down her arms. A twist and tie later, her hands are bound behind her back.

“You look real pretty all tied up.”

She jiggles her bound wrists. “You had your fun, Flint. Now it’s time to call it a night. No matter what it says on my schedule, I still have work to do tomorrow.”

I reach down and cup her. “I’d believe you if you weren’t soaking my hand right now.” I keep my palm on her cunt and use a careful but rough hand to swing her stubborn chin around. “I’ll never get why you deny yourself Amy. You’ve got toys. Naughty books. You want to be tied up, spanked and fucked dirty, that’s not a bad thing.”

“You don’t know anything.” She jerks her chin away.

I tuck that reaction away. There’s a story here that she’s not told me and that I haven’t discovered through my own investigation. I don’t press because she doesn’t trust me yet. She might believe I’m good for a few things—protection, standing up for my brothers, and good in bed—but she’s not convinced that I’m looking for anything more than a few nights of good dicking.

So for now, for now, I’ll give her the physical until she realizes that I’m not going anywhere.

Hand between her shoulder blades, I press her forward so that her pert ass is sticking up. I use my legs and torso to hold her in place while I roll down a rubber.

Her cunt is swollen from her recent orgasm and the fit is tight. She gasps as I push inside.

“What do you want Amy? Lady’s choice. Fast and hard or slow and easy?”

She rises on her tiptoes and pushes back. “Fast and hard.”

I bend my knees and surge upward, nearly lifting her off her feet. “Like this?”

“Yes, God, yes, fuck me, Flint!”

The unexpected coarse words from my prim Amy cause me to nearly burst before I can bring her off. I pull out abruptly and turn her around, lifting her to sit on the edge of the sink.

In this position and with her hands tied behind her back she has no balance. I press her thighs apart, displaying her dripping, flushed cunt.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me in your throat,” I growl. One thrust and I’m inside her. Her head snaps back against the mirror. I think her hands must be braced against the faucet but she is helpless under my assault.

I bury myself inside of her until my balls are slapping the underside of her ass. Her cunt walls begin to ripple around me—her need is just that fucking strong. She’s almost coming and I’ve only stroked my cock inside of her once.

“You don’t come until I tell you too,” I order.

“No. I can’t wait,” she pants.

“You will or I’ll pull out,” I warn.

She narrows her eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

I pull back, just a fraction. Because she can’t grab me with her hands, she does one better. She squeezes her cunt muscles so tight, I swear my eyes crossed.

I let out a helpless laugh. “Fuck Amy. You don’t fight fair.”

Being with her is going to be a constant battle but I knew that and I love it.

There’s no chance of me drawing this out, not when she’s working her pussy against me like she’s competing to win the Kegel Olympics. Next time, I’m going to fuck her for hours.

For now, I’m going to hammer this cunt until she’s screaming so loud her throat aches.

“Look at your pretty cunt sucking up my cock,” I tell her, drawing her eyes down. I pull out slowly so she can appreciate how fucking hot it is. My cock is engorged and wet with her lube. She looks like she’s devouring me.

“It’s…you’re so big,” she says in amazement. “I don’t know how you fit inside me.”

Her unintentionally filthy words make my head spin and I’m two seconds from blowing my load.

“Viewing time is over, Amy.”

I withdraw and flip her around again and take her hard against the sink. She grunts with each thrust of my hips against her but it only takes three strokes and she’s off flying. Her head falls forward and her body loses it’s ability to hold her upright. I clamp an arm around her waist and thrust that last stroke in before jumping over that cliff with her.

She slumps against me, all the fight out of her. Two hard orgasms will do that to a person. I carefully untie her wrists, wipe a warm wash cloth over her tits, torso and cunt and carry her sleepy head to the bed.

In the bathroom, I say “fuck it” and sweep every last bottle, jar and tube into the carry all. She can sort it out later.