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The sound of her bare feet on the cement floor of the garage is the only thing as we step from the cellar. With no chain on her, and barely any clothes, it’s a silent walk towards something I know will help her. It’ll help me too. I need it to squash the ever-churning feeling in my chest that she is causing me.

“Come into the house, and let’s get you something to wear. You need protection on the bike, even though I prefer you naked when your against me.” I say, taking her hand, and leading her into the house through the kitchen door.

The gasp from her mouth as we step inside tells me that she’s not used to seeing the kind of opulence I have. The house is massive, and I have almost forgotten that she’s never seen it before.

Maybe that’s what she needs, a house instead of a cell you asshole.

She looks around like she’s in a foreign place, taking in everything as I gently tug her through the kitchen, then the den, and up the stairs in the large foyer. When she sees the large bundle of flowers in the crystal vase between the pair of steps, she stops and pulls me over to them, dragging her fingers over the stark white petal of the cala lilies.

“They’re beautiful.” She says, looking at them with reverence.

“They remind me of you.” I say, plucking one of the blooms from the vase, breaking the stem short enough that I can tuck it behind her ear. “A lily for a lily.”

“They’re toxic you know.”

“Then I guess they can remind you of me as well.”

“Well, only if eaten.” She says sheepishly, her eyes flickering to mine, then down to my crotch.

“Come on baby. Let’s get you ready for a ride.” I chuckle, giving her hand a little tug again, leading her up the stairs with her behind me still looking around in awe.

“You own all this?”

“I do. I grew up here.”

“You’ve always had money?”

“Lots of it. But don’t be fooled, money can’t buy everything.” I say, stopping mid flight and turning to her. “Money can’t buy love, or happiness. Sure it helps not to worry about anything, but that’s not enough. That’s where you come in.”

Kissing her forehead lightly, I rub my hands down her arms, feeling her shiver at my touch. The tears have dried on her cheeks, and she’s not as stressed. In fact she looks downright perfectly at ease.

When we reach my bedroom door and I open it slowly, Magnolia comes trotting up the steps, and blows past us, pushing it open the rest of the way. She’s on the bed rolling around like a loon as we step into the large space, waiting for her playtime.

“Someone wants some snuggles. You want to appease her while I grab you something to wear?”

“Ummm sure.” She says, looking at the gigantic bed full of crisp yet soft linens like it’s going to reach out and slap her.

“Hey.It’s okay.”

“I’m dirty, and it’s so…clean.”

Looking down at herself, she frowns at the dirt stains on her skin, and the crispy dried blood on her ankle.

“It’s okay.Go ahead.”

She reluctantly sits on the edge, and Magnolia is immediately jumping on her, licking her, and just being a goofball. By the time I’m deep in the walk-in closet picking out sweatpants, a t-shirt, socks, and a leather jacket, they are laying down on the mattress snuggling.

“Shouldn’t I get a shower before I put on your clothes?” She asks as I emerge and drop the handful of garments on the corner of the bed.

“You’ll be sweaty when we come back. I’ll wash you then.” I reassure her, bending down, grabbing her by the chin and planting another kiss on her forehead. “I’m gonna get changed, and we’ll go.”

~~~

“On that?” Lily squeaks as I fire up the bike in the garage, her eyes huge like dinner plates. “I’m gonna fall off and die.”

“You’ve been on it before baby, you just don’t remember. It’ll be fine. I didn’t drop you then, and I sure won’t today.”

It’s humorous watching her circle around the motorcycle, her fingers lightly dragging over the shiny black paint. When I twist the throttle just a little and give it a baby sized rev, she jumps and laughs, bringing her hand to her mouth, covering her cute little surprised response, but not before I see it. That weird fluttering in my chest changes a little, morphing from pain to something more calming. My princess likes the bike.

That’s my good fucking girl.

“What do I do?” She asks, looking at the small triangle shaped pad on the back of the bike. “Is that where I sit? My big ass won’t fit on that.”

“Your ass is perfect, and yes that’s where you sit.” I grin at her, flipping down the pegs and walking her around to the other side. “I’m gonna get on, and you’ll put your foot here on this peg. Then you‘ll support yourself on my shoulders as you swing your leg over and sit down.”

“So I have to touch you?” She asks, biting her lower lip, fighting her feelings of disgust for me with the lust that’s burning in her so hotly I can feel it radiating through her leather jacket and warming the air in the cool garage.

“If you don’t want to fall, yes.” I answer, grabbing an extra helmet from the wall next to us. I slip it down on her head, adjust the chin strap, and flick on the Cardo. “You’ll be able to talk to me and hear me. See?” I say, pulling on my own black helmet and turning mine on as well. “If you need anything, you tell me. If I don’t hear you, you tap me to get my attention. You got it?”

“Yeah.” She says with a nod, and I can hear her voice clearly through the speakers inside my helmet.

Straddling the bike, I offer her my hand to take and give her a gentle lift when she pushes her foot on the peg and hops on behind me. Her hand on my shoulder makes me shiver with excitement, and when she settles behind me, I pull her arms around my waist and tell her to link her fingers together.

“Hold onto me, the driveway is bumpy. When we get past the gates you can put your hands on the gas tank, here.” I say, tapping the black tank in front of me. “When I go faster hold onto me, when I slow down push against the tank. If I’m stopping make sure not to bonk your helmet on the back of mine. Got it princess?”

“Ummm yeah.”

“Good girl.”

The gasp from her comes through the helmet, making me smile a huge grin behind the tinted visor.

That’s right, my good fucking girl.

The garage door rattles as it opens, and when there’s enough clearance that she won’t have to duck her head, I take us outside slowly, keeping my feet down until we’re on the rutted driveway. The bike kicks up into first gear with a tap of my foot, and we’re off down the now dried path, me carefully counter steering past the biggest of the ruts, trying to make it as smooth a ride for her as I can.

When we stop at the gate, waiting for it to open, and other cars on the street passing by come into view, I feel her tense, but when I pull us out onto the blacktop, she relaxes against my back, her arms tightening around my middle, her breaths quieting in my ear.

“Here we go baby.” I laugh, kicking the shifter up, merging into the light traffic.

“Oh my God!” She squeals, her arms grabbing onto me so tightly I need to slide them down a little so I can breathe properly. Only now her hands are precariously close to my leather covered cock, and with each little bump in the road they tap against me.

Oh fuck yes.

The trees that line the country roads speed by, their green leaves a blur as we ride through the outskirts of town. I turn onto side streets and keep us from any straight drive that could show her where we are. Even though I want her to enjoy herself, I don’t want her knowing where we are or how to navigate the area. Just in case. But she doesn’t seem to notice I’m intentionally taking us around in circles and weaving through roads that go nowhere.

“You good back there?” I ask her when she falls silent, and her chin rests on my shoulder.

“It’s amazing.” She sighs through the speakers against my ears.

“Wanna go faster? Do some zoomies?”

“What are zoomies?” She laughs, her little tinkling sounds making my heart patter rapidly.

“Hold on tight baby and lean forward more.” Like the good girl she is, she follows the direction, pressing her chest to my back, tightening her hold on my waist. “Here we go.”

Kicking my foot up, I tap us into the next gear, and the bike surges forward. Faster we go, tearing through the roads, the two wheels spinning fast on the pavement, taking us deeper into the country. The road starts to wind, up and up we climb, going faster.

“Don’t fight it, lean with me baby. I’ve got you.” I say in to the mic in my helmet, leaning my body to the left, my knee dropping closer to the ground as we go through a wide turn.

“Oh my God!” She yells as we come back upright, then immediately lean in to the other side, taking the next curve. “This is fucking awesome!”

“Yeah it is.” I shout back to her, making sure she can hear me over the sound of the wind whipping past us. “It’s when I feel free to just…be.”

I can feel her tense a little behind me, and the air in my helmet changes, like a storm is brewing, changing the barometric pressure. The emotions that flow from her are always so palpable, and I can feel her changing. Some of the anger and hatred is slipping away and being replaced with something else.

Acceptance? Is that what I’m feeling princess?

I’m expecting questions, and lots of them, but she falls silent again, loosening her grip on me, and I feel her relax again, melting into me, becoming one with me as we careen through the twists and turns like a single being on a mission to ride our woes away.

It's becoming late. The sun has set, and the early spring air is turning cold. I’m chilly under my leathers, so I’m sure she is too. With a little pat to her knee I let her know that we’re turning around and heading home.

“Home.” I murmur to myself, but with the Cardo, she can hear it, and she makes a little groan of protest. “Don’t worry baby, you’re not going back into the cellar.”

The ride back is quiet and relaxing, yet also filled with nerves I’m not used to. My mind runs through all the scenarios that can happen with her roaming free in my house. She could try to escape or get hurt. She could destroy my things if she wants, or she can do, God, just about anything. If she runs, and I’m not there, the dogs will chase, and I’ll lose her to the pit against my wishes.

I’m swallowing all my trepidations as we pull back into the garage and I help her off the bike, supporting her till she gets her legs back under her. She looks at me as I pull off her helmet and set it aside, then her fingers grab the front of mine, pulling me to her.

“You could have started with a ride like that, and I wouldn’t be your prisoner.” She says raising my visor, looking her stormy eyes that have a new life in them into my dark brown ones. “I would be here willingly.”

“It’s not too late, princess.”