Page 12 of Submit (Two Wheeled Psychos #3)

The bike wobbles, the front tire pulling the handle bars back and forth as I struggle to make us go fast enough to keep us upright, but slow enough that if she does something stupid we both won’t die.

It’s thankfully a short drive to the house, and we don’t go down until right in front of the driveway.

“Oh shit!” I yelp as she kicks my lower back with her heel, and I jerk my hand on the front brake, causing the wheel to lock up in the turn from the street to the mouth of my drive.

The bike brakes immediately, the slow speed not needing time to decrease before a jolting stop. She lurches backwards onto the tank more, and I throw my feet down to catch us, but it’s too late and the bike drops to the right between my legs, taking us both down onto the cold ground with it.

It's a race to lift the bike and get it inside as well as get her in past the garage doors. Tyler is still coming. He knows where I live, and I need to get everything beyond the walls of the home so that I have the law on my side if I do need to fucking off the bastard.

She’s grunting and flailing, kicking and causing a commotion as I scoop her back up and carry her through the open garage doors, setting her ass down on the top of the Porsche, then going back out to get my poor baby that lays on her side in the driveway.

“Goddamn it.” I curse to myself, getting angry that something so dumb has happened, and my poor girl has been taken down.

Without the time to check her out for dents and scratches, I roll her into the garage too, and close the doors behind us, just as headlight pull in and shine on my feet before the door hits the ground with a solid and secure thump.

Making sure the bike is okay, I check it over, finding one scratch on the right fairing. It’s not bad, but it’s an eye sore that will have to be fixed, although there’s no time before I have to leave for my trip in the morning.

“Fuck.” I grunt to myself, but loud enough that she hears it.

“It’s your fault for kidnapping me.” She spits at me as she slides off the top of the car, putting her bare feet on the cement floor.

She’s still cold, even though the garage is heated, and she’s shivering. Maybe from fright on top of the cold, or anger. Her face is twisted up in something I don’t recognize, and it’s alarming and cute at the same time.

“Kidnapping you? Very funny, bunny. I saved your ass.”

“From what?”

“What do you mean from what? Him.”

“So throw me from the pan into the fire?” She asks, walking around the garage, pulling my jacket around her tighter. “He told me about you. He said you’re an animal.”

Her voice, her words, and the fact that my bike has taken a hit from her shenanigans is really starting to piss me off as she stalks around my garage looking at my toys and my work bench, and everything I keep in here for the vehicles. I want to shake some sense into her.

“You were chained up like a dog, you’ve been eating from my trash like an animal, you’re afraid of him. Tell me I’m wrong.” I say to her, grabbing her by the shoulders, making her look at me with those bright green eyes that scan my face rapidly.

Her face falls, her eyes turning downward, her look of anger disappearing and being replaced by something of shame or embarrassment.

“Yeah.” Is all she says before a long pause where she licks her lips and avoids further eye contact.

“Hey.” I say softly, putting my fingers under her chin, lifting her face up, making her look at me again.

“You’re safe now. There’s no chains here unless you ask for them.

There’s no eating trash, unless that’s what you consider my cooking to be, which I promise you won’t.

There’s no crying here with me, unless it’s in pleasure and wanting. ”

I can see the tears returning to her eyes, the little bits of moisture gathering at the corners of them before slowly rolling down her cheeks. She’s giving in, relaxing, and hopefully seeing me for who I really am, or at least the version she’ll be getting of me.

“So you’re not a crazy killer? Someone who takes what he wants and then throws it away when he’s used it all up?”

“Honestly? Yes I am, but not with you. I will kill if I have to, but only to keep you safe. I will use you, and I will take from you, but my little bunny, I will give to you more than I will take, and I will never throw you away. That I can promise you.”

Her hair is chilly but soft as I run my fingers through it, grabbing it firmly at the scalp, holding her head still, forcing her to keep her gaze on me as I mirror the licking of lips. I need to kiss her, to feel those lips on mine, to taste her.

It's heaven, absolute fucking heaven, as I slam my mouth on hers.

“Adrian.” She gasps, opening her mouth, letting me inside. “We…”

“Shhh.” I shush her, pushing my tongue inside, stroking hers, feeling how soft and tasting how sweet it is. She melts against me, her body relaxing, her mouth opening more, accepting me, and it’s phenomenal. “Oh fuck baby.”

I kiss her like a man starved, reveling in her flavor and warmth. Her body may be cold, but her mouth is hot, so hot, as hot as mine.

She protests just slightly with a push of her palms on my shoulders as I lift her from her feet.

“No baby. Wrap your legs around me.” I instruct as I step forward towards the door to the main house. “It’s warmer and better in the house.” I say between plunges of my tongue and smacks of my lips on hers.

Like the good girl I knew she could be she listens, wrapping those shapely thighs around my waist, letting me carry her through the door and into the kitchen.

Her chain scrapes on the floor, the metal scratching on the tile, making a loud racket, but I can barely hear it over the sound of my pounding heart in my ears, and the ones coming from my throat as I moan into her mouth.

Her body tenses as I set her ass down on the counter, the cool marble chilling her flesh that is finally warm from my hands. She settles again, and her kisses deepen, taking as much from me as I am from her, and it just feels…right.

“Mildred.” I groan into her as I step forward, feeling the warmth from her bare pussy through my shirt.

“No. Millie. I prefer Millie.” She answers me, grabbing my face with her hands, holding me gently as she drives her tongue into my throat.

“Millie. My little bunny.” I moan, loving the sound of her name passing from me into her. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you out there in my trash.”

“I was supposed to…”

“Don’t. I don’t want to know what he had you doing. Just be here with me now.”

I want her, need her. I want to feel her wrapped around me, taking me, and giving herself to me. I want to be buried in her pretty little cunt until she’s begging me to stop from exhaustion.

“I can’t. We shouldn’t.” She says, but I can feel the need in her just as paramount as my own.

“You can. We should.”

“Adrian no.”

“Millie yes. Just say yes, please. This is the only time I will beg you. But you have to say yes before I go any further.”

I need her to say yes. She has to agree for me to take her, because once she does she’s fucking mine, all mine, and it has to be consensual.

“Yes.” She breathes into my mouth, and it’s the best sound I have ever heard.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

The shriek that erupts from her mouth as I grab her face in my hands and squeeze is like music to my ears. It’s playful and accepting, light and almost carefree as she agrees, and I kiss her more deeply.

My cock is thumping in excitement in my pants, begging to be released, needing to be inside of her, but she needs to be warmed up first. I can’t just take her how I want, she needs to become prepared for not just my size, but the aggression in me, because I fucking want to open her up like a present and lay her out in front of me.

“Bed? Playroom?”

“Here. Right here. Right now.” She pants, her breath coming faster with her growing desire.

She kisses me all over my face, her soft lips pressing against my skin, her hands stroking down my neck to my chest, where she grabs the front of my dress shirt and pulls at the tiny little buttons, trying to open it.

The small white circles scatter across the counter and floor as I wrap my hands around hers and pull, breaking open the fabric. She instantly pulls her hands out from under mine and places them on my skin, feeling my pecks, digging her nails into me.

“So hard.” She moans.

“That’s not the hardest part bunny.” I say, grabbing her left hand and directing it down to the massive bulge in the front of my slacks.

“Ooohhh.”

“Yes. Lay back.” I tell her, brushing my arm across the counter, moving the toaster and cutting boards out of the way, guiding her down onto her back.

My jacket falls open as she settles herself down, exposing her to me.

Her breasts fall into her armpits, their softness apparent and just begging to be touched.

I run my hand from her waist, up her front to between those perfect tits, then slide it over and grab her left breast, squeezing it in my palm, plumping it, feeling how supple it is.

She moans and arcs her back, offering it to me and my touch, and I can’t help but lean over her body, pressing the front of my slacks to her pussy harder and pull it into my mouth.

Her nipple hardens against the tip of my tongue as I suck, feeling it pucker, making my eyes close and roll back in my head.

I’m straining behind my zipper, my dick pushing at it, needing to be released, and when I reach between our bodies and free myself, my hand brushes against her bare, smooth, and wet center.

She shivers and grabs the back of my head, holding my face to her breast, and moves her hips, her need showing as much as mine.

“I’m clean.” I say around her tit, opening my eyes to look up at her face, and she nods her head yes and mouths that she is too. “Good girl.”

It’s her silent accord and it’s good enough for me. It shouldn’t be, I should be more careful, I always am, but I trust her for some reason. I just know she’s safe for me, just like I am for her, and it’s a good thing because I couldn’t stop my cock from plowing into her even if I wanted to.

“Oh God!” She cries out, her nails digging into my chest as I position the head of my dick at her sopping wet entrance and push slowly.

She’s so tight, and I’m larger than most men, not monstrous huge, but very well endowed. There’s too much resistance even with how soaked she is already.

“You need something first.” I moan against her breast, pulling away from her, and squatting down, my knees banging the cabinet doors.

The smell of her shiny wet cunt is orgasmic in itself as I bury my nose in her, pushing between those puffy little lips that are just begging for attention. She’s sweet and musky, heavy with pheromones that go up my nose and right to my brain, making me salivate like a dog over a nice juicy steak.

When I peek my tongue out and gently trace it up her seam from asshole to clit, her hands fly to my head, grabbing my hair, and her thighs tighten on my head.

“Oh fuck yes. Please. It’s been so long.”

“Well, that my dear needs to be rectified then.”