Chapter 10 - Azrael
Azrael
It was time to take the bike.
She wouldn’t get the fun out of it that she deserved, not tonight, but very soon.
Today was a business transaction, and what better way to reintroduce her into the world than to deal with this…problem we suddenly had?
We walked out of the house at 1am. It would take us about an hour to get to The Beat doing the speed limit, but I wasn’t anything if I wasn’t early.
We stopped at the top of the steps and I turned to her, fixing my gloves only to see her flexing her hands in hers. She was still wearing her mask, which made her look exactly as Havoc described; a sinister little doll.
All I wanted to do was take her back inside, tie her up again, and fuck her until she was a whimpering, wet mess, but we had already done that for the last few hours, and now we needed to focus.
“You can take them off when we get where we’re going,” I told her, “but you need to be protected while riding the motorcycle.”
She looked up, her eyes shining bright. “They’re more restricting than the tights.”
I glanced down to her legs. She was wearing a pair of nude-colored thick tights.
The only compromise I allowed. Other than that, she was wearing her dress, boots, gloves, and a black and red leather riding jacket.
Her hair was also braided back in two French braids, a small red bow tied at each end.
“It’s required,” I told her, finding her eyes. “So is a helmet.”
I could tell by the shift in her eyes that she was frowning. “I want to wear my mask.”
“We wear our masks when we get off the bike,” I explained. “We wear helmets while riding it.”
She folded her arms across her chest, clearly displeased.
I didn’t care how irritated she was. She had never ridden a bike before, and I wasn’t going to take the risk on this or her thousandth ride, of her falling off the back and getting herself needlessly killed because she didn’t want to wear a helmet.
“Give me your mask,” I ordered, holding out my hand.
She glared at the door for a long time before reluctantly taking off her mask and handing it to me.
I slid it into my backpack with mine and slung it over a shoulder before heading down the stairs towards the vehicles.
There were four bikes and four cars for the colder months. I headed for mine which now had two helmets hanging on the handlebars.
One of them was all black, the other was all black with a crimson bow pinned to the back of it and a red crown painted on either side.
Her excitement grew before she was halfway down the steps.
Scarlett pranced by me, skidding to a stop by the bike, staring at the helmet before turning to me, her smile stretching from ear to ear. “Is that one mine?”
I couldn’t help the soft smile that touched my lips. “It is.”
She turned back to the helmet, grabbing it off the handlebar, admiring it in the light of the moon.
I walked up to her and held out my hand. “Let me help you.”
She handed it to me without hesitation and straightened, her smile wide, her eyes bright with excitement, as she waited patiently.
Divinity.
I slid the helmet on and forced her chin up to make sure the strap was secure.
The moment I stepped back, she reached for it, feeling around the edges before perking up. “How do I look?”
Like she needed to be bent over the bike and fucked until my cum was dripping from her swollen cunt. “Like a Queen.”
I pulled on my own helmet and flipped up the visor. “Press this button,” I instructed, finding the button on the right side of my own helmet.
She pressed it, and immediately, her soft breathing filled my ears.
“It’s called a Bluetooth. Our helmets, and the helmets of the brothers, all have a direct line.
No one else. Just us. Now, the only rule for this bike is that you hold on and you do not let go,” I told her.
“If you feel the pressing desire to release yourself, I’ll do the careless yet necessary act of using what Alaric built for me to restrain you. ”
She nodded, clearly brimming with the idea of latching onto me.
She was becoming more and more fond with the idea of touching me. That bite yesterday still haunted my thoughts.
The bite was cruel and harsh, sharp. She drew my blood without remorse, as if it belonged to her.
As if she had a claim on me.
I slid the bag from my shoulder and slipped it into one of the narrow pouches on one side of the bike before snapping my cane into its spot just under the seat on my right side.
“Watch me,” I instructed coldly. I swung my leg over the seat of the bike and settled into my spot, taking in the new switches and buttons that laced my dash. So many options, so little time.
Perhaps if she did good on this little trip, she could earn herself a little surprise.
I glanced over out of the corner of my visor and saw her studying her seat. It was the perfect size for her, and everything hidden within it, the small compartments around it that blended in so well with the frame, were all meant for her.
But she had only ever seen the bikes we had, never anyone else’s. She had no idea what it was actually supposed to look like, that some of the things she now saw weren’t supposed to be there.
After a moment, I held out my hand to her.
She glanced at it, then back to me. It took her another few seconds before she took it and used it to swing her leg over, falling into me perfectly.
I turned back to the front of the bike, releasing her hand, and grabbing the handlebars instead, my grip tightening.
I could feel her thighs wrap around me as she wiggled herself around, trying to find a good spot to settle.
My cock throbbed against the seam of my pants as she grabbed either side of my jacket and straightened herself.
She propped her feet up on the passenger foot pegs and I felt her relax around me, a shiver running down my spine.
“Those that don’t believe in God will suffer the consequences.”
I snarled under my breath as her hands slid around me, her body falling into mine.
“A kind touch?” Lady Elise laughed. “You will never feel that warmth again, you poor, worthless child.”
I could feel the burn of the whip scrape across my back as Scar’s heart beat against my spine.
Tick tock goes the clock, tick tock goes the clock.
I closed my eyes, shook my head, and brought the bike to life.
Scarlett’s arms tightened around me, her fingers locking around my waist.
I looked back as her thighs tightened. “Don’t let go.” I slowly backed us up, turned for the drive, and headed down the winding drive to the main road.
I felt her tighten around me, heard her breathing pick up, felt her thighs clench and release and clench again.
The vibrations of the bike weren’t much, but with just a pair of tights separating her from the bike, I had a feeling she was feeling every little bit of what this bike was doing.
When we hit the road, I sped up, the speedometer climbing and climbing, her arms tightening, her thighs clenching and finally—
I shook my head, staring at the road lit only by the light on the front of my bike. “Don’t grind back too far, little sinner, you might slip right off.”
She whimpered, moving herself closer.
I suppose it didn’t do her any good with the way that seat was shaped. It had a little ridge right in the center of it, running the length of it, stopping only when it shifted into my seat. It was just tall enough, just wide enough, to add to her need but not relieve her in any way.
I sped up to 105.
110.
Her grip around me tightened, her knees moving up slightly, her head turning into my back.
My cock throbbed painfully, pressing between my pants and the seat as I was forced to listen to her beg for relief.
If the vibrations of this bike were already enough to torture her, what would she feel when I pressed the button that opened a little compartment in her seat and shoved a vibrator straight into her soaking cunt?
Twenty minutes later and she was shaking, moving her hips back and forth, her breathing becoming shallow, faster.
I tightened my grip around the handlebars, my heart pounding, my eyes flicking to the bracelet around my wrist and back. If just being on this thing was enough, what would she do when I pushed it a little more?
I hardened my expression. No. Let her suffer. Perhaps it would do her some good.
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We slowed when we hit Seattle. The nightlife was always thriving here. Whether it was 10pm or 5am, I could always count on there being people around.
By the time we pulled into the alley, she was shaking so badly, her nails dug into my jacket just to keep herself from falling off.
The alley opened up into a small back lot and I pulled in, shutting the bike off and immediately straightening. “Get off.”
Scarlett whimpered and slowly, but surely, she peeled herself away from me and nearly fell off the bike, her knees shaking.
I looked over at her, pressing her thighs together, rubbing her legs, straightening her dress. She was an absolute mess.
And she needed to focus.
So did I for that matter.
I glanced towards the backdoor, to the camera above it that I had already secured. We had a short amount of time before our meeting began. It wasn’t anywhere near enough time, but it would have to do for now.
I pushed myself to the back of my own seat and gestured for her to come over. Holding out a hand, I helped her back on, this time sitting between me and the front of the bike, her legs circling above mine and wrapping around my hips.
She reached to touch me, but I immediately grabbed her wrists and forced them back to the handlebars.
I pushed them under the bars so she was grabbing them upside down, and I hit a switch just on the inside of the brake lever.
Two zip-ties popped out on either side, connected to a mechanism within the handlebars themselves.
I tightened one wrist down and then the other before finally leaning back. The position forced her torso to stretch, her tits sticking out, her dress pulling up her thighs.