Page 6 of Submit (Two Wheeled Psychos #3)

The hot water pours over me, washing away the sweat and cum, but not the feelings of ire, disappointment, and frustration. I really wanted to see her, and she never arrived, the woman with the dark hair and piercing eyes.

Who are you? And why have you enraptured my thoughts so much?

Scrubbing my face with my palms, I try to wash away the thoughts of her, but they just won’t go.

The more I try to ignore them and think of other things, the more she weasels her way in.

She was too pretty and well-dressed to be homeless, yet she was digging in the trash cans like a scared and hungry raccoon. Why?

Closing my eyes I lean back against the tile wall and picture her. Every curve of her body, every detail of her fancy clothes, and the look in her eyes as she saw me watching her. She startled like a little prey rabbit, taking off like her life depended on it.

Oh, you’ll be my prey, little bunny. Just wait and see.

My cock is already growing again under the torrent of the water, getting hard at the idea of her under me out there in the dark alley. I would take her right there, against the trash cans and garbage, I don’t care. I would make her mine amongst the filth, and I would enjoy it immensely.

I can see her clear as day, her lips trembling in fear and desire, her body struggling beneath mine. She’s fighting me and begging me for more at the same time. Her heart is hammering so loud I can hear it in the otherwise quiet night. She’s going to be mine. All mine.

The sensation of my cum pouring from the head of my dick makes my eyes fly open in surprise. My hands are nowhere near my solid cock, yet it’s cumming at the mere thoughts of her taking to me, submitting to me, and fulfilling my dark desires.

It drops in a thick stream onto the shower floor and my feet, then washes away down the drain like it never happened.

“Fuck me.” I groan, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel from the bar on the wall.

Leaving wet foot prints on the thick bath rug, I wipe my feet, then wrap the towel around my hips after wiping the biggest of the beads of water off my reddened skin.

My room is blissfully empty except for Mabel stretched out on my bed when I come out of the bathroom, letting the billowy clouds of steam follow me out. She gives me a little meow before rolling onto her back, showing me her fluffy belly in her own form of trusting submission.

“Sweet girl. Give Daddy a minute and I’ll join you. Doesn’t look like my night turned out as planned.”

Walking to the window, pulling the curtain aside, my fingers gripping the Jacquard material a little too tightly, I look out one last time before turning around, back to my fuzzy girl in disappointment.

My towel falls from my hips and I kick it to the side, ignoring the little OCD voice in my head to pick it up and not leave a mess.

“Oh well.” I sigh.

The sound of my comforter pulling back is drowned out by a crash and rattling noise from outside, and I freeze in place, staring at Mabel with confusion and hope.

“Could it be?” I ask the cat as I look down at my hand on the bed and then the window. “Did she come?”

I can’t make it to the window fast enough, slamming my pinky toe on the foot of the bed in my haste. Grabbing my foot, I hop the rest of the way, feeling and most likely looking like a fucking idiot as I reach the glass and pull the thick fabric back again.

“You came.” I whisper through gritted teeth at the pain in my toe from my idiocracy. “You’re late.”

As I stand and watch her, my body naked, my cock hanging out and brushing up against the cold glass, I get goosebumps, but I can’t bring myself to back up even a single step. I’m transfixed by the sight of her.

She’s once again dressed way too beautifully to be a vagrant of the streets; besides we don’t have homeless in this neighborhood.

It just doesn’t happen here. Her hourglass figure is covered in a pretty dress, one too nice to be worn outside in the snow, and definitely not warm enough to keep her from getting chilled.

It’s black, with a plunging neckline and slit up the side, like something you would see at a black-tie event and not being worn in a grimy alley amongst the trash pandas and skunks.

“What is your deal, little bunny?”

The street lamp glimmers off her neck and the jewelry that adorns it, or should I say the collar. Around her slender throat is a black leather strap, with a single O-ring dangling at the hollow between her collarbones.

“Someone owns you? Is he making you do this?” I ask her quietly behind the glass in the warmth of my home as she digs through a dirty trash can in the cold winter night.

When I see her pick up a piece of food from one of the bags she’s ripped open, and bring it to her mouth, I’ve seen enough.

Anger rises up in me. Someone is making this beauty do these things.

I can tell by the disgust on her face and the way she looks around in shame to see if anyone is watching.

Her eyes scan everywhere, then make their way up to me.

She sees me as I lock in on her, and her eyes grow wide again.

She pauses, and I can see her swallow thickly, the collar moving with the constriction of her throat, telling me it’s way too tight on her.

“Oh bunny.” I whine as she drops the handful of garbage at her heeled feet. “Why?”

Instead of taking off, she’s frozen, like the little prey animal she is, playing possum, staying deathly still. But I’m not a T-rex who only sees by movement, no, I’m a goddamned lion who stalks his prey just as quietly as it tries to hide.

The curtains fall closed as I back away from the window and turn on my bare heels. I don’t care that I’m stark naked, who gives a flying fuck? I need to get out there to her, to get her in from the cold, to take that fucking thing off her neck, and to make her mine.

My steps become faster as I jog down the hall, run down the stairs, and weave through the den, then kitchen, and out the back door into the cold December night.

The air stabs at my skin like little daggers, and I can feel my balls bury themselves up in my body as I tear across the lawn, my feet crunching in the hard snow that covers the usually pristine yard.

“Hey.” I call out as I reach the alley, ripping the wrought iron gate open, my breath coming out in white clouds.

The cans clatter as I stumble out onto the icy blacktop, and she sees me. I must look like a lunatic coming after her in the dark, in the cold, naked as the day I was born, and her eyes reflect that. Her large, shining, green eyes that shimmer like pale emeralds.

Fuck! She’s stunning.

“Don’t go.” I bark out as she finally gets her bearings and jumps back right as I reach out for her.

A surprised squeal escapes her lips as she backs up quickly, swatting my hand away.

The last thing I see as she takes off, slipping and sliding on the ice as I do the same, are the red soles of her shoes before she disappears around the corner, the same one she took off towards last night.

I run halfway down the alley after her, my big clumsy body trying its darndest to stay upright on the ice, before I stop and remind myself I am nude and running through the dark back alleys of a very affluent neighborhood. My neighborhood, where everyone knows who I am.

“Fuck!” I curse to myself, covering my shriveled up, frozen junk and stomp back towards the house. “Damn it. I should have just grabbed her.”

And what? Kidnap her? Smooth idea.

I’m an even angrier, disgruntled, complaining dick as I trudge through the house, back up the steps, and into my bedroom, grabbing the discarded towel off the floor and drying my frozen feet with it.

Then I remove the snow and grime from outside before throwing it into the trash can in the corner, like I’m shooting a free shot in a basketball game.

“Fucking filth.”

Mable meows from the bed, stretching her furry paws out towards me, watching me grumble and pace across the floor, rubbing my arms to warm myself up.

“Yeah girl. I’m an idiot. You’re right.” I chuckle, looking at the only woman in my life that I’ve ever allowed this close to me.

The bed swallows me up when I finally lay down on the luxury sheets and pull the duvet up to my chin.

It’s toasty, and comforting, but doesn’t warm me, at least not inside.

My flesh may be becoming heated but the rest of me is cold and angry, and I’m still mad at myself as I slip into a weird, restless sleep.

~~~

“Oh Adrian.” She purrs, her pretty mouth falling open against my cheek as I slide my arms under her shoulders, lifting her small frame into my chest.

She’s like putty, melting into my embrace, her legs falling open, her sweet little cunt taking my hard cock so well. Her brown hair fans out across my pillows, and her hands grab at the corded muscles of my back.

“Such a good girl for me.” I say, kissing her face, her chin, her lips.

“Always.”

The taste of her mouth is divine, like vanilla and mint as I delve inside her mouth, taking her breath away and giving her mine. I’m fucking her slowly, deeply, taking all she has to offer, and giving her every piece of me. It’s heaven. Everything a dream should be.

“You’re mine.” I growl into the kisses.

“No. I’m his.” She whispers, her green eyes flying open to stare me down below furrowed brows.

“The fuck you are.”

~~~

“Goddamnit!” I yell out loud, my fist coming down on the mattress precariously close to Mabel, startling her.

She meows a vibrating curse at me and jumps down off the bed, taking off across the room and out the door before I can wipe the sleep from my eyes and say I’m sorry.

The rest of the night is just as off, with me falling asleep, dreaming of her, seeing her take me, feeling her like it’s so fucking real, then waking up, angry at her rejections because she belongs to someone else. I want to kill whoever it is, just to make her mine.

“Come back again little bunny, and you won’t get away and go back to him anymore.”