She strolled casually out of the bar...He watched her in his mirror, walking towards him...She stretched one of her long legs over the bike and sat down behind him....She reached up and grabbed his hair, pulling back on it....She put her lips by his ear...."You will call me Miss until I say otherwise...and you will do as you are told until I throw you away." She yanked back on his hair -- hard -- to emphasize her demands..."Drive, bitch!" she said loudly.
He straightened up the bike, slid his foot back (catching the kickstand), then dropped it into gear…A few minutes later his mind started to race -- as fast as the bike as it moved down the road. “What the fuck did you get yourself into, bro?” he thought loudly. One minute in the bar, the next here with this crazy-ass psycho…sexy, hot, I wanna-do-right-here-and-now...chick.
He knew from the moment she grabbed him that she was doing to him something that no other women had ever done for him…She was his dreams -- the type of woman that could make him do the things that…
He snapped out of his thoughts as she dug a fingernail into his side…”Turn down Grove Street, biker boy!" she yelled into his ear, "... it’s up there on the right." He jogged the bike past a couple of old ladies in their Ford, rolling a bit on the throttle, revving the engine... He chuckled mischievously as they jumped from their senior road stupor…'Loud pipes save lives!'…He moved into the turn lane, and then turned onto the street…She yelled into his ear again, "Number 419!" Then she bit his ear lobe -- hard enough to make him wince.
He pulled into the driveway, set the kickstand, and leaned forward a bit to let her get off the bike. He glanced into the rear view mirror and viewing his ear saw a drop of blood. ”Son of a bitch” he mumbled. She glanced back at him, smiled, took her keys from her pocket, and started towards the door. Holding the keys out as she reached the porch she dropped them on the ground in front of him. When he bent over to grab them she stepped on them.He looked up at her. She looked down at him…. "Your position is wrong for lifting, biker boy. You need to be on your knees when you pick things up for me. If you lift something -- incorrectly -- it could cause you pain" she said, with an evil twinkle in her eye.
He looked back out to the street…embarrassed and thrilled. Not seeing anyone he dropped to his knees to grab the keys. As soon as he hit the ground she had her hand on his neck, pushing it down so that his head was touching the ground. She then put her foot on his shoulder. Her foot wasn't pushing or holding him in place by any force that a passerby would have imagined. This force was far more powerful -- and they both knew it.
His instincts told him he was vulnerable. He fought them -- fought them hard. He was part of something that would eat you alive if any weakness was shown. He had often been one of the beasts that chased prey and he knew full well that he was playing with fire -- but being here right now, with this woman, pushed him beyond that primal fear. It put him in a place that made 'all that' seem insignificant.
He handed her the keys; she took them and opened the door. She then walked in without a glance back. He grumbled a bit and started to get up to follow when he heard her from inside. "I wish a drink, boy. Would you like something as well?" He hurriedly got up and went inside, closing the door behind him.
“Sure I could go for a cold one...what ya got?” He saw her head whip around; she gave him a sharp look that would slice steel…”Sure I could..." she mimicked. He stared blankly thinking 'what the fuck did I do wrong?' Trying again he said, "Can I please have a drink….umm, what was your name again?" She looked at him, obviously thinking 'Why do I bother with men?' Then she remembered -- and smiled. "I did not give it to you... but I will allow you to call me Miss."
"Miss? Miss what? Why Miss?" Again the look. He shut up. She forced a smile as she took down two glasses and then a decanter of whiskey. 'High style broad" he thought. The Miss poured two glasses and handed him one...He reached out for it saying, "Thanks". She held it. He looked up…"Umm... thanks, Miss?" She nodded and smiled at him. "Good boy". Then, after she watched him drink, she set her own glass down, untouched, as he finished his.…He smiled at her before he noticed her glass and then he looked at her quizzically.
She guided the wobbly biker into her playroom. It was a pleasant enough room: sturdy wooden furniture. It was not too old fashioned, but it was also not frail and spindly as some modern pieces are. She had spent a lot of money designing both this room and the things in it. To the untrained eye it would appear normal in all ways -- a nice cozy sitting room -- but if that person looked closer they would see that the legs were bolted to the floor and would notice rings set in places to look like decorative additions.
The Miss sat the biker on the couch and she then helped him off with his leather vest, hanging it on the wall opposite, so it would be the first thing he saw when he came to his senses. She knew some of these bikers were more concerned with their damn vest than with anything else. She made a mental note to ask this one more about that -- if he was 'the one'. As she moved back toward him she grabbed a set of shackles, chains, and locks from a hook on the wall. She quickly chained him to the couch.
The sedative was light; he would be in full control of his faculties shortly. As usual. This was the point where she always grew anxious. When they woke up they would always struggle a bit. Only the ones that were 'worthy' would stop fighting it and accept what they were -- completely.
The ones that 'carried on' she convinced that they asked her to chain them. She would say, "Fine if you don’t like it I’ll set you free" That's exactly what she always did, sending them on their way. This one though.... He was different than the others...This one she knew was 'the one' she had always dreamed of.
She knew deep down that he was going to be hers forever. The Miss sat in her chair and waited for her boy to awake…..
To be continued.
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