15. Jason
When I stop for gas, I let Mandi off the bike to stretch her legs.
She walks around, rubbing her ass, and I try not to smile at her tentative, wider-than-usual steps. She moves like I fucked her too roughly, and maybe I did, but I think the main culprit is the long ride. We’ve been on the road for two hours, and I don’t think she’s been on the back of anyone’s bike in a long time — a theory that makes me happier than I want to admit.
I head inside to pay, get two bottles of water, and when I come back out, I toss her one. “Drink it all.”
She upends the thing and gulps it down like she’s dying of thirst. I hold out my bottle. “More?”
Her cheeks flush, and she shakes her head. “I’m okay. Thank you.”
She sounds like a fucking mouse. I haven’t told her where we’re headed, but she knows. And she’s anxious about it. Anxious and… something else. Uncomfortable, perhaps?
“Do you have to pee?” I ask, taking notes with my eyes.
“I’m okay,” she says again, just as quietly.
I press my water bottle into her hand and wrap her fingers in position to hold it. “Then you’re dehydrated.” I guide the water to her mouth and stroke her cheek, so I can feel her skin. It bounces back well enough, but it doesn’t stop me worrying. “Drink.”
Mandi regards me a moment before she does, and once she’s done, I grip her ass.
She gives a surprised squeak, but she doesn’t seem to be in pain. Nor does she try to escape my touch. If anything, she presses closer. Which is when I catch her wince and understand what’s bothering her.
I unzip her jacket so fast she startles. She quickly zips it back up and casts a wary glance at the few customers closest to us as she covers herself again, but she isn’t fast enough to keep her real issue hidden from me.
Her tits are fucking huge. And tender. Guess I just solved the mystery of her thirst. Whatever she drinks is going toward milk production, and my mouth is fucking watering.
I take the empty water bottles from her hands and nod at her helmet. “Get back on the bike,” I command her. I throw the bottles in the nearest recycling can and don my gloves as I look up the road. We’re almost to Mountain Lake Falls, but not close enough to bring her the timely relief she needs. I know a good spot. Not far.
The faster I ride, the harder she clings, and my cock can barely stand the anticipation. By the time I pull off the road and into the wooded glen, I can hardly contain myself. I park and am off the bike so fast, she nearly falls.
I catch her, haul her off, strip her down until she’s standing naked in the forest, and practically tackle her to the dirty ground. The second I free my cock, I shove it inside her gushing heat, and latch on to her breast, sucking at her hard and hungrily.
She rocks against me, soaking my curls in her juices as her milk fills my mouth. We both moan, and I swallow the sound down, desperate for more. She arches her back and grips my head, holding me at her breast while she bucks at me.
She’s so fucking wet. Every trip on a bike leaves her ready for a fat cock, and I never had to pause, to warm her up. I always loved knowing a ride meant I could take her at my leisure. Which is why we didn’t drive up here in my fucking truck.
Her other breast starts to leak, and my cock strains inside her. I take that nipple into my mouth and suckle at her like I was born for it.
Weren’t we all?
She feeds me as if she was born for it, too. Moves with me, to make it feel so fucking good. Flows into my mouth without shame or fear. Gives me all she has. Willingly.
And I know why.
She loves it.
Her face is flushed and blissed out, her cunt quivers excitedly, and she’s fucking gushing and grinding like she can’t get enough cock. Breastfeeding turns her on as much as it does me.
I switch back to her other breast with a needy rumble.
After dabbling in a little milk play with Ben’s Maggie, I fucking knew it held a certain appeal, but that was nothing, compared to having my own girl. My sweet Princess. The girl who’s trying to make amends so badly, she’ll let me fuck and feed whenever I demand it. And I’m going to demand it for as long as she can stand it, because I’m never setting her free again. I won’t lose her twice.
I’m going to keep her collared until she tells me why she fucking left, and then I’m going to make her mine irrevocably. I’m going to fuck a baby into her, so she’ll need extra care and has to stay.
My cock swells, and I thrust harder. The force of it almost pulls her breast from my mouth, and she cries out as I increase my suction. Her dripping cunt is getting tighter and tighter, squeezing me so beautifully. I could hold back and wait for her to come, but I want her to pout and whimper and beg. I want her to think she’ll get nothing, while I take all the glory.
She’s getting wild, bumping and grinding until she’s close to pushing herself over the edge. I grip her hard, forcing her to be still, and she pants her frustration at me.
Without any other choice, she rides the edge, while I drain her breasts for all she has, stopping whenever her cunt gives even the smallest hint of a spasm.
The milk runs dry, and I nuzzle into her flesh. She’s so soft after a feed, and I’m going to want to bed down at her breast later, when there’s more time.
I let her nipple slip from my mouth, and then hold myself up, so I can watch her breasts jiggle while I fuck her. She stares up at me the whole time, clearly aware that I’m intentionally depriving her of what she wants.
She squirms against me as best she can to get herself off, but I hold her down in the dirt and pull out, leaving her with nothing to abuse.
“You’ll get yours in good time.” I hold her wrists pinned over her head with one hand and pull the cuffs and some cord I bought at our rest stop from my jacket’s inside pocket with the other. I set them on a rock next to her face. “Do I need them?”
She wets her lips, and I can see the careful consideration in her eyes. She loves to be helpless when she comes. She loves having no choice. The shame isn’t hers to bear if she doesn’t choose to be my depraved little slut.
She tenses her jaw, tests the strength of my holds to find them unshakable, and then shakes her head.
“What if I release you?” I ask. “Will you do as you’re told, or will I have to tie you into position?”
“I’ll be good,” she whispers.
“Of course you will.” I kiss her forehead. “Because good girls get rewarded.”
I pull my weight off her, and she panics a little, grabbing at me to stay as she whimpers. I quiet her with a one-hand necklace around her throat. “Hands off me, Princess.”
She drops them, and I nod in approval, even though she looks ready to cry. “Knees up,” I say, giving her a task to focus on. “Hands under thighs. Spread yourself wide.”
She does as ordered, and I push inside her again, loving the way she feels around my cock as much as the sight of her, helpless beneath me. She’s going to hate me when I leave her wanting.
I remove my hand from her throat and lift her ass from the ground, so I can plunder her depths hard before pulling out and pressing the tip to her hot little entrance.
Her eyes are huge, as she watches me pump my cock at her hole without pushing inside. She gets all restless, shifting her ass and making wet little smacking sounds with her cunt. It gets my balls so fucking ready to let go.
My cock bucks wildly in my hand, and I nudge its fat head at her, until I’m notched just inside.
“Please.” She holds herself open for me perfectly, while I jack myself with her juices. “Please.”
“You’ll get what I give you,” I grind out, as I tense all over. The orgasm shakes itself loose from the grip of my lower abs, and pleasure radiates through my body, to explode from my cock at speed. Cum jets into her depths in rough bursts, and her pussy gobbles it up, taking everything. My mind numbs every emotion but gratitude, as I pulse the last of my seed into her slick heat, to incubate.
Her thighs tremble, and I slap her ass when she looks ready to let go of her legs and kick me away. “Stay,” I growl at her. “Take it all.”
She utters a soft, whimper-ish sound, and I slap her ass again. “Do you think I’ve forgotten your pleasure? I haven’t.” I squeeze my cock and stroke downward into her pussy, to give her the last of my seed, then I tuck my dick back inside my leathers and zip up the fly. “Do you deserve to come?”
Her eyes fill with tears, and her chin quivers.
Is she going to say no?
What the fuck did she do that makes her feel so unworthy? Why does she ask for mercy, and then submit herself for punishment at my hand? Because we’re past dealing with the guilt and shame she had about fucking her sister’s husband. That may have been the tipping point that screwed up her situation and pushed her to come find me, but this other thing? It’s personal. Between us.
“Don’t answer,” I say when she opens her mouth. “I’ll decide.”
She presses her lips together, and a single tear along her cheek and down her ear, to fall in the damp earth.
I rub my finger over it, turning it to mud. I use it to draw the shape of a heart on her forehead, where she can’t see, and then I spit on the dirt to make more mud and smear that over her body in streaks, so it looks like I’ve clawed her.
She doesn’t cringe or shy away from the degradation. She accepts it. Feels deserving of it. I could probably fucking piss in her mouth and make her drink it.
Part of me wants to.
Part of me hates her, for the horrible thing she’s keeping from me, but a bigger part hates me, for making it so difficult for her to tell me. Apparently, I don’t make it the regular kind of hard. I’ve made it twenty-years-of-avoiding-me hard.
Was I that much of a monster, back then? If I was, she was right to leave.
I’ll do better this time.
I pull the brown paper bag from my inside pocket and take out the gift I bought her.
New panties. Well, a G-string with a fat little plug fitted into the crotch. I considered getting the double-plug panties, but only one penetrating object is really necessary for what I want. It should trap a decent amount of my seed inside her cunt and make the rest of our motorcycling trip rather enjoyable for her.
I thread her feet through the thong’s elastic strings and work it closer to her creamed, glistening pussy. It’s not difficult, since she’s in the same position a baby is in when they’re getting a diaper change.
Her gaze never leaves my face, but her eyes grow rounder when I push the thick bulb inside her. She takes the stretch like a pro, and I lock it in place by tugging the straps up until they grip into the flesh of her hips. I slowly dress her again, covering up the muddy streaks I left on her skin.
I pull her to her feet and bend her over my bike for a strategically placed spank, before I settle her moaning ass onto my passenger seat again.
The short ride to Mountain Lake Falls is a fucking joy.
Mandi clings to me like I’m all that’s keeping her in this world, and although the sounds she makes are stifled by our helmets, I can hear her moans.
The vibrations must be shaking her plug-filled pussy into an incredible state, because she’s rocking and rubbing herself on anything she can use to get off. She’s got herself pressed against me so tightly, I can feel every change in her posture and breathing. Her body grows tenser and tenser, and it’s easy to feel the exact moment she comes.
Her legs clamp to my sides, and I feel her shaking, as the orgasm rattles through her. And when I pull into the lake-house driveway, she sags against me, practically boneless during the last of her intermittent tremors.
The automatic garage door opens when it detects the sensor on my bike, and I roll us inside slowly, so as not to overwhelm her cunt when it must be feeling sensitive.
I’m careful not to let her fall when I dismount, and I pull her into my arms to carry her inside.
There’s no resistance in her at all. Total trust. She’d let me do anything.
I doubt she’d even use her safe word. Not that she ever uses it right, anyway. She only ever says it when she thinks I need us to stop. Like she needs to protect me from feeling the way she so often does — hopeless and too raw to function. She’s so fucking sweet, to think she can protect me like that.
I cradle her close, gently rocking her sleepy body in my lap while I run her a bath in the big tub. It feels so right, to have her in my arms. To know she’s safe and cared for. I could have been doing this for twenty years, but I didn’t do enough to keep her.
I knew I was punching above my weight. I thought we had something — a language of our own — but apparently I misunderstood. I thought she enjoyed my form of communication, but maybe it was too forceful. Maybe that’s what drove her away. Drove her to drink. Drove her to… I don’t even know what, but it’s bad.
The worst part is that I don’t know exactly what I did wrong, which means I can’t make sure it won’t happen again.
I kiss her head and hold her more tightly. Why did you run from me, Princess?