Page 15 of Submit (Two Wheeled Psychos #3)

My private airliner jet taxis on the runway as I fasten my seatbelt and look over at the beautiful woman settling in next to me.

She looks absolutely stunning in a pair of my grey sweatpants that are a couple of sizes too big, and one of my gym t-shirts.

I don’t think there’s anything that wouldn’t look good on her, and I’m excited to arrive in Miami and take her shopping.

She has nothing with her, and the only thing that came with us when I took her was that horrid chain, which has been discarded with the trash. I made sure it was long gone before she even woke, so she’ll never have to see it again.

After filling her in the shower, I cleaned her up, got her dressed, dressed myself after, and finished prepping the house for me to be gone for five days.

Mabel protested a little when I scooped her up and put her in her carrier for the ride to the airfield, but now that she has free run of the cabin of the plane, she’s happy again.

And I’m a happy man. I have all my girls with me, and we’re all headed to warmer weather, and the racetrack.

I am one lucky man indeed.

“Come here girl.” I say, putting my hand down and rubbing my fingers together, calling my cat over to me.

With a silly mew she trots across the aisle of the jet, weaves between the overstuffed leather chairs, and hops up onto my lap, putting her fluffy tail right in my face as she spins around finding the perfect place to lay.

“She’s beautiful.” Millie says, reaching over and giving Mabel a little scratch under the chin which makes her motor run even louder than normal.

“Thank you. I think she likes you.”

As the plane rises into the sky, I close my eyes, a little sleepy from the past couple of days, and all the stress and changes.

But it was all worth it. I’m a billionaire now, and I’m on the way to my happy place with the most beautiful woman in the world.

I’m almost out when I feel a small, soft hand grab my bigger rougher one.

“Mmmm, thank you.” I say, peeking out from one eyelid, and wrapping my fingers around her hand, holding it snugly and bringing it to my lips, kissing across her knuckles. “You gonna nap?”

“Maybe.” She says with a shrug. “Or maybe I’ll just snuggle with the kitty. Come here girl.”

Like the traitor most cats are, with a meow and a smug look at me, my little girl hops off my lap and leaps over to Millie’s, flopping down like a spoiled princess.

“My girls.” I say quietly, closing my eyes again and drifting off to the rumbling sound of the dual engines of the plane.

~~~

The thick, hot air of Miami blasts me in the face as the door swings open and the stairs unfold onto the tarmac.

I can ear the Cuban music from the restaurant across the freeway, and smell the aromas of pulled pork, fried plantains, roasted chicken, and sauerkraut, and it immediately makes me hungry.

“A little bite to eat before we go to the hotel baby?” I ask Millie as she steps up behind me, covering her dark eyebrows with her hand to protect her eyes from the midday sun.

“I could eat.” She says right as her stomach grumbles in protest from not consuming much before we got on the flight.

She could have eaten something on the plane, but I didn’t see any open packages when I awoke, so the poor thing must be famished.

“Good. Let me feed you, then we’ll go to the hotel, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll take you shopping. You need something other than my clothes to wear baby. Even though they look great on you.”

“Shopping? Really?” She asks with an honest enthusiasm, clapping her hands and bouncing up and down on the steps, following me down like a lost little puppy.

“Yes, shopping. Every woman’s favorite past time.” I chuckle, grabbing her in my arms and lifting her up, kissing her fiercely for a moment as the town car pulls up on the runway.

“I haven’t been shopping in…” Her face falls and she looks away, just like in the shower.

“Hey. Don’t think about it. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now let’s go. We have food to eat and clothes to buy.” I say, ushering her into the waiting black car and climbing in behind her, pinching her ass in the process, making her squeal, and hopefully forget the last few months with her sadist.

“Adrian!”

“Yes, bunny?” I laugh, pulling her into my lap in the backseat, adjusting my seatbelt around both of us, knocking on the driver’s seat to tell him we’re good to go.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I am.”

~~~

“It’s called Pernil.” I say, bringing the forkful of shredded pork and rice to her lips. “The rice is soaked in the juices from the meat, and it’s delicious.”

“Oh my God.” Millie moans, taking the bite and chewing it slowly, holding her hand in front of her mouth so I don’t see her talk while she chews. “That is divine.”

The music around us in the small family-owned restaurant is vibrant and cheery, with a few locals dancing in the front of the room to something that sounds like a traditional salsa.

It’s unlike anything up north, with smiling faces, and people enjoying themselves.

It’s the complete opposite of most of New York City, and I love it.

I almost feel overdressed and out of place in my long khaki slacks and short sleeve button down shirt, and I’m sure Millie feels odd too, in my sweats and tee.

I can see her watching the dancers with a restrained excitement, almost like she’s never seen something so carefree. Longing washes over her face, and I make a mental note that once we have some nice things for her, and before we go back to the city, I need to take her out dancing.

The food goes quickly, with both of us alternating bites from the same fork. The pork, rice, potatoes, and carrots disappear, and the empty plate is replaced by a dessert one with a single, yet large, senorita slice.

“What’s this?”

“This is a senorita, bunny. It’s flaky pastry with a custard inside the layers and chocolate icing.”

“It looks like an éclair.” She says, poking it with the tines of her fork.

“Kind of, but less donut and more puff pastry like.”

“Ooohhh.”

It’s beautiful watching her take a little bit on her fork and put it in her mouth. The way her eyes roll back in her head and her lips wrap around the utensil is sexy as fuck, and the little moan that vibrates from her has me adjusting myself in my pants.

“Good?”

“Mmmm, yes Sir.”

“I’m glad. Eat it all up.”

“Aren’t you going to have any?” She asks, her fork paused midway to her mouth with another bite.

“I’m enjoying watching you eat it instead.”

Never before did I think I would be enamored by just watching a woman eat.

I’ve done everything sexual known to man, and probably a few things I myself have invented, but nothing I’ve experienced as of yet is as perfect as sitting back, listening to the music around us, and watching her slowly savor a five-dollar dessert.

Helping her pick out clothes in a few of the local boutiques is just as enjoyable, and the fashion show she puts on for me in the last store is perfect.

With each outfit fitting her better and looking sexier than the last as she struts in front of me in the dressing room hall, it’s hard to contain myself.

A pretty, little, yellow sundress with white flowers on the thin straps, and sisal sandals is the final thing she tries on, and when she emerges from the little cubicle door, all sunny and cheery, with an innocent look on her pretty face, I can’t help it, and I give in to the desire to back her into the little private box and maul her like the prey she is.

“This is so perfect for you. I love it.” I say, dragging my pointer finger down the left strap until I reach the top of her breast and the frilly seam of the dress.

Goosebumps spread across her skin, and she looks up at me, seeing the predator in me starting to bust loose. Again, instead of backing away from me, she steps closer, challenging me, asking for me to take her like only I can.

It's a sexy little giggle that escapes her lips when I spin her around and make her place her hands on the wall, pulling her ass out towards me. When she gives it a little wiggle and looks back at me with a seductive little wink, I flatten my palm and crack that perfectly round little butt, hard.

“Ouch, Sir.”

“Yeah but you like it.” I say to her, smashing my body against her back, dragging my tongue up the side of her neck. “The way you’re looking at me and teasing me, you want it rough, don’t you?”

“How’d you guess?”

“Baby, I didn’t have to guess, it’s written all over you.”

I don’t want to ruin the pretty little sundress before I even pay for it, so more gently than I would like to be I lift it up and bunch it up around her waist. I haven’t picked her up any panties yet, so her ass and pussy are gloriously bare under the dress and come into view like a present that I can’t wait to tear into.

Once the soft fabric is out of the way, my touch turns rough, and I grab her ass in both hands, squeezing it hard, leaving red fingerprints on the pale flesh.

She coos in pleasure and presses back into my hands, making my fingers slip between her cheeks and brush against her pussy that’s already hot and wet.

There’s no restraint, no waiting, no real foreplay beside my digits tickling her little cunt before I break open my khakis and free my throbbing cock.

“You and your pretty little self are all mine, bunny. You got that?” I say, grabbing my dick and directing it towards her moist slit.

It pulses in my fist, needing to be inside of her, and when I press it against her opening and push forward, it’s like walking into heaven all over again.

I bury myself as deep in her as I can before starting to thrust back and forth, moving her entire body with me. Her hands slide down the wall and she has to catch herself once, then twice from the force in which I drive into her.

It’s fast and rough, with me grunting out my exertion while she tries her best to keep quiet. I don’t want her quiet though, I want the other women shopping and changing to hear what we’re doing. I want them jealous of her when she walks out of here with her head held high.

“Adrian.” She says quietly from behind gritted teeth. “Someone’s gonna hear.”

“Let them baby.”

The thin wall of the dressing room cubicle rattles with the weight of us hitting it over and over again, and the door shakes on its cheap hinges, threatening to pop open.

“I can’t like this.”

“Yes you can. It’s just you and me.” I say to her, stroking my hands down her back, making more goosebumps rise on her skin. “You and me bunny.”

Her legs are slipping apart more, and her body dips in the middle as I pound into her harder still, to the point I have to wrap my arms around her waist and hold her up.

Her arms are weak, buckling at the elbows, and just before she loses her grip and I catch her in my hold she falls apart on a quiet trembling, and low growl of release.

“Such a good girl. You did it for me.” I praise her, holding her still, keeping her weight up as I slow my strokes until her tremors have stopped, and she can get her balance again. “Now baby. On your knees.”

Without complaint, she turns in my arms and drops to her knees.

The dress falls down around her legs, and the top hem of it slides down her tits as she kneels on the light fabric.

The cleavage sticking out the top is fucking sexy as sin, and I’m twitching in mid air right in front of her face, threatening to spill my seed on the yellow and white garment.

Reading my mind that I don’t want to ruin the cute thing, she wraps her hand around my shaft and brings my cock to her mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as she sucks me deep into her throat, squeezing the head of my dick with each swallow around it.

The sight of her on her knees before me, the sound of her slurping on my cock, and the look in her emerald eyes as she looks up at me throw me over the edge. On a low timbered growl I empty myself across her tongue and down her throat.

My cum comes out in hot thick spurts that splash inside her mouth and slide down into her gullet as she sucks me clean with a satisfied enthusiasm.

Such a good little cum slut.

Just as I pictured, the walk out of the fitting room has other women looking at her in envy as she gently wipes her mouth and follows me to the register with arms full of the new clothes I will gladly ruin once we take them home.

“Thank you Daddy.” She says, standing on tip toes to kiss my cheek as I slide my credit card through the machine and type in my code.

“You’re more than welcome my little bunny.”