Page 81 of Texting the Wrong Bikers

“Pick a safe word.”

Her brow furrows. “Can’t I just say stop?”

“You will say stop, even if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t need—”

“Pick one.”

She rolls her eyes. “Pickles.”

I nod. “That will do. If you’re gagged and can’t speak, thumbs down. Anytime you say or do that, I’ll stop immediately. Okay?”

She gulps, but nods.

I can’t wait any longer. If I don’t touch her, I’ll explode. I tear my clothing off in record time, enjoying the hungry, appreciative look in her eyes. I drop to my knees in front of her, wanting to get another taste of her. Tasting her on my fingers earlier nearly made me throw caution to the wind and fuck her right there in the alley.

She’s still wet, or perhaps newly aroused, and she tastes so good. She gasps as my tongue delves between her folds, licking her juices. The leather creaks and groans as she struggles against her bonds, trying to reach out for me. I stop, abruptly getting up. She moans in displeasure. “Don’t stop.”

I chuckle softly, leaning over to kiss her, sliding my tongue in her mouth so she can taste herself. “You’re not the one in charge, remember?”

I move to pick out some toys, smiling to myself as I hear her straining in the swing, trying to see what I’m doing. When I return, arms laden with goodies, her eyes widen. She bites her lip in that frustratingly sexy way of hers, and my cock grows harder still. Her eyes drop to it, and she wriggles, rolling her hips.

But I don’t plan to fuck her, not just yet.

I pull out the vibrator, and she blinks. “Are you going to fuck me?”

I shake my head, turning it on, the vibration loud in the quiet room. “Not yet. Not until you beg me.”

I press the vibrator against her slit, sliding it in with ease, she’s so turned on. She tilts her head back and moans as I fuck her with it, the rabbit ears tapping against her clit. My mouth captures her nipples, sucking and biting them as I fuck her with the toy. Her juices drip down her thighs, and the sounds of her breathy moans are like music to my ears.

It doesn’t take long for her to reach the edge, rattling the chains that hang the swing to the ceiling. “Chief, I—oh God! I’m so close.”

I stop, switching the vibrator off. “No!” she moans.

“You cum when I say you can, and only then.”

“Please… I need… I need more.”

“What…” I murmur, kissing her. “What do you want?”

“I need you to fuck me,” she begs, remembering to add, “Please!”

I pull the vibrator free, giving her no time before I plunge deep and hard inside her. She screams out as my cock fills her, stretching her wide. I turn the cock ring on that I put on moments before, the vibrations thrumming against her clit while sending ripples through my shaft. Fuck, she feels good. Too good. So good that I don’t know, even with my self-control, if I’ll be able to hold off long enough tonight to do everything I want to her. I grip her waist, bouncing her up and down on my cock with ease. Her breasts bounce, red rings around the nipples from my mouth. She tilts her head back, baring her throat, the blue veins standing out against the pale skin.

Without thinking, I wrap my hands around her neck and apply a little pressure. Her eyes widen, snapping to me, a trace of fear flashing through them before she relaxes and closes her eyes, leaning into it. It’s at this point that many other women have drawn the line, but she only moans louder, grows wetter. I can feel she’s getting close, that she’s about to orgasm.

She’s fucking perfect.

In a swift, well-practiced motion, I pull out of her, releasing her neck, and flip her over so her arms and legs cross over each other and her ass is pointing up in the air. I lick her from ass to clit, tasting her slowly, making her gasp and moan, “Holy shit.”

Then I drive back into her again, the angle even deeper and tighter this time. I bury my hand in her hair, pulling her head back, tight enough to bring tears to her eyes, but not so tight as to cause too much pain. “Chief,” she breathes.

Her ass is so pale and perky, I can’t help myself from marking it, claiming it. Without thinking, I spank her, once, twice, three times, the last harder than I intended.

“Fuck!” she screams.

I expect to hear the safeword, slowing down to a stop, just the tip of my cock inside her. I hold it there, giving her time.