“Stroke it,” Nick ordered her, on his knees straddling her, pinning her to the bed. He towered above her as she contorted to reach down and grab his cock, longing to run her fingers down his abs as he pushed into her instead, but doing what she was told. She immediately ached at the feel of him in her hand, rigid but so soft and warm. “Oh yeah baby, I’m close,” he moaned, eyes closed and hips thrusting into her hand. She stopped instantly and looked up at him desperately. He opened his eyes and stared down punishingly. She could see his entire body tense up with barely-contained anger and the need for release. She braced herself for punishment, but he saw the look on her face and couldn’t help laughing at her panicking, pleading eyes. She bit her lips and stared up at him, trying to seduce him into giving her what she wanted. She opened her mouth to whisper his name but he raised his hand and she flinched. “You better not be about to speak,” he growled. His attitude toward her could change instantly, constantly reminding her that she was at his whim. He saw the desperation on her face and laughed again. “You want this?” he asked her. She nodded silently, barely containing a moan but panting heavily, hoping.
“Hah – yeah right,” he replied mockingly, and jammed his unyielding length into her mouth by leaning forward and planting his hands on the wall above the headboard. He suffocated her, pushing her down against the bed and filling her throat until she choked. He pulled back out to admire her teary eyes and panicked breathing, then thrust back in again before she could catch her breath. He continued until he was so swollen he could barely fit in her throat. Her jaw ached and she felt like she was going to pass out. He pumped into her throat quickly, never fully leaving, and her body started to involuntary twitch as she struggled for air. Finally Nick let out a groan and shot his load, pulling out at the same time so half of it went down her throat and half of it landed on her face, burning her eyes and throat. She choked on air and cum, rolling over to hack out what had inhaled, the coughs racking her small body. He moved off her and stood by the bed pulling his jeans up and buckling them. Her body shook uncontrollably and he laughed, but not as degradingly. “You’re a good girl,” he said soothingly, taking a little pity on her and feeling affection for her skinny body and desperate eyes. He stroked her hair and she stared at him adoringly through blurry eyes and wet lashes. He gave her a single smack on the ass and turned and left, leaving her there unsatisfied and still catching her breath.
She knew she only had a few minutes to get dressed before someone less desirable found her naked, shivering, and sticky. She disobediently risked trying to touch herself, driven insane by denied desire, but it only made her ache more. She held the picture in her mind of his sweaty shoulders and thick biceps even as she cleaned up and got dressed, still feeling flushed from the humiliation of him not even removing his jeans entirely. She could stare at him all day standing there shirtless buckling his belt, giving her flashbacks to other activities involving that brown leather belt. The image of him standing there shirtless, the tattoo on his shoulder spreading down to his forearm and moving fluidly with his muscles, made her think of the first time she saw him…
He was standing by his motorcycle smoking a cigarette, shirtless and sweaty in the hot Phoenix evening. As Ava walked into the liquor store, she noticed his sweaty abs and unusual tattoo and smiled at him flirtatiously. He grinned back and met her eyes with his deep teasing ones. She wondered what he thought of her. She wore ripped acid-wash flare jeans, a bit too long so the cuffs dragged over her black boots, and a tight white racerback tank top. She had platinum blonde hair cut into a shaggy mullet, accessorized with heavy black eyeliner and a black leather choker holding a witchy-looking charm. Her thigh tattoo barely peeked through a rip in her jeans. She noticed a few other bikes in the parking lot and wondered absently if he knew the other bikers.
She could barely remember what she needed from the store as she walked in. She composed herself in the AC and decided to ask him for a cigarette if he was still there when she left. She wandered around distractedly until she noticed the bottle of whiskey she came in for and remembered her mission. “Whiskey, huh? I like a girl who likes the burn.” It was him, the biker guy, smirking at her and leaning against a shelf halfway down the aisle. She was normally bolder, but his sweaty hard body, stubble, and mischievous bright green eyes made her legs weak.
“Yeah, you too,” she responded stupidly. “I- I mean, since you smoke,” she stuttered. She recovered herself a bit. “I like your bike,” she said more aloofly.
“I saw,” he replied cockily, and laughed and moved a little closer. She smirked at him, trying to hide her breathlessness at his proximity and size, intimidated by his massive shoulders and arms.
“I have to check out so I can get home and drink this whiskey.”
“You can’t drink all of that alone.”
“Who’s going to help me?” she asked faux-innocently.
He moved closer still. She was starting to breathe more heavily and she couldn’t decide if she was nervous or turned on. Suddenly she got a weird gut feeling, realizing that there seemed to be no one else in the store at all. “I have to go,” she said more seriously and turned around.
“You can’t go yet,” he said alarmingly, reached out to grab her arm, and spun her back around to face him.
“Ow!” She was starting to panic and she struggled but there was no breaking his grip. His hand easily fit all the way around her arm. She heard commotion at the front of the store, and he spun her back toward him and marched her to the edge of the aisle so they could see towards the front.
“Don’t shoot! I’ve got a hostage,” he announced loudly. Ava froze in shock. She saw 4 other men: large, wearing black leather, hairy, and covered in tattoos. They made the guy holding her look clean cut. The terrified clerk at the front didn’t look like he would have fired a shot even if he had a weapon, but seeing Ava detained behind the thick arm of another large man, froze halfway to reaching under the counter, probably to press the silent alarm button.
“Don’t hurt us, and I promise I won’t say anything,” the clerk said shakily.
“Shut up and open the register,” said the biggest guy up front. He had a bushy orange beard, black leather vest with patches all over, and a bandanna on his head with sport-style sunglasses positioned on top. The clerk shakily reached down to hit the register-open button, and Ava watched in horror as the biker brutally hit the poor clerk in the face as the register popped open. Blood immediately poured out his nose and he dropped to the floor. Ava instinctively tried to rush to the front to see if he was ok and remembered that she was being held captive when she ran into an arm that might as well have been an iron bar. The man holding her laughed at her futile attempt. Her face flushed and her jaw clenched in anger despite her terror, feeling betrayed and foolish from her innocent attempt to flirt with a handsome stranger. She swallowed dryly.
“You can let me go now, right?” The words came out timid and shaky despite her best attempt at sounding confident. He laughed again at her pathetic attempt. He marched her toward the front, effortlessly half carrying her when she stumbled on her jelly legs.
The gang operated like clockwork, like a well-practiced rowing team all stroking at the same time. The man with the big gun shouted orders to two of the guys to grab some of the boxes while he headed to the case with the expensive cigars and whiskey. He smashed the case loudly and glass went everywhere. He laughed gleefully at the destruction and roared. In complete shock, Ava was just glad she was in the captivity of the nicer looking guy, even as he dragged/half carried her toward the back office.
He grabbed a key off the clerk on the way and locked the door behind him so he could let her go. She immediately rushed to the door and tried to yank it open, not considering whether she would even be able to get past the other guys out there. He laughed again and it was really starting to piss her off. “You can’t treat me like this!” She panic-babbled at him as he collected stuff from the safe into his bike harness bag, barely even hearing what was coming out of her own mouth. He stood up suddenly, broadening his chest and seeming to fill the room as he stalked over to her in two large steps. She couldn’t get another word out before he slapped her hard in the face. Tears filled her eyes on reflex and she opened her mouth but he slapped her again. “Say another word and you get more,” he said harshly. Ava’s mouth stayed open but no sound came out as tears streamed down her face.
He finished stuffing the contents of the safe into his bag, grabbed Ava again, and met the rest of the gang outside where they were loading their gains onto their bikes. “Don’t get any ideas about running away,” he told her, but of course her mind was only on escape. Running through her mind like a marquee was what she’d heard about never following a kidnapper to a second location, so she started to struggle in panic. It was a useless effort considering their relative sizes, but still, she was making it difficult for him to situate his bag of loot. He whipped off her belt and she flinched, making him laugh mockingly. He looped the end through the buckle and put the loop around her neck like a collar. The other men whooped and Ava felt her whole body get hot with humiliation.
He plopped her roughly on the seat, so high her toes couldn’t even brush the ground, and she started to protest. “I’ve never–” She was cut off when he pulled on the end of the belt around her neck and choked her. She gagged and scrabbled her fingers at the belt. He yanked the belt so that she had no choice but to look up at him. “Now don’t panic. I’m Nick. And I’m not going to hurt you… unless you’re bad.” He added the last part menacingly and she knew he meant it. He hopped on the bike in front of her and reached back to grab her hands. Her arms barely fit around his thick body, but she grasped him with the iron grip of terror. “Hold on until we get there,” he advised.
(get where?) she wondered in alarm…
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Will there be a part 2??