Princess (14 page)

Carefully I dismount, watching, so I don’t graze any of the pipes or engine with my legs. That would be a miserable reminder of tonight. I learned about them getting hot when Brently was a kid and burnt his hand on my dad’s pipes. That ER visit took forever as my mom kept having to explain that she didn’t burn or abuse her kids.

Standing beside his massive thigh, I prop my hands on my hips and hit him with a glare that’s so cold you’d think he’d turn to ice. “You have a lot of nerve.”

“That so?” His gaze flicks to mine, eventually dropping to run over my body.

“Hell yes. I can’t believe you’re actually kicking me off your bike here,” I retort angrily, gesturing to the emptiness around us.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have been rubbing your tits all over my goddamn back. Your nipples are so fucking hard; I can feel them through my fucking cut!” he shouts back fiercely.

“My nipples? You have got to be joking right now. If you weren’t too busy driving like some kind of maniac maybe, the wind would be warmer!”

“So it’s my fault?”

“Of course. You’re the one who brought me out here. I told you back there that I. Don’t. Ride.”

Viking peers down at me with his mouth drawn in a stern line, making me feel like I’ve been naughty and now I’m in trouble and about to be punished. It almost makes me want to lash out at him some more to see what happens.

Those thoughts flourish as his massive hand shoots out, snatching my bicep with rough precision. He yanks me toward him like I’m some rag doll, weighing nothing at all. Unable to catch myself quickly, my stomach collides with his thigh. The impact is forceful enough that it damn near steals the breath from my lungs.

I should be furious with him for manhandling me each time a situation escalates, but being so close to him has pure carnal desire running rampant through my veins. Beating my fists on his solid pecs, I halfheartedly shove against Viking and prepare to let loose an outraged scream. Pretending to fight and struggle like this, will only spur him on further until he satiates the ache building between my thighs the bike ride initiated.

On our first night, he had to hold me still as he took my virgin ass. I’ll never forget how thick Viking’s cock grew when I’d whimpered and attempted to move away. He’d stopped at first to try and ease the ache by coating the rim, inside and around my tiny puckered entrance. It felt sinful and erotic having him use the warm cum he’d filled my pussy with moments prior.

I’d begged, offering my mouth and pussy again while he’d worked his way in slowly. Then my tears came, and he fucked my virgin hole like a man obsessed. Fuck, it hurt but eventually his skilled fingers played with my clit until he had me calling out in ecstasy.

My cheeks blush, thinking about that once-untouched area, now fully being his. Someday he may want it again. I know it’ll hurt for a while until I’m used to it, but I don’t care, it’s worth it.

As if Viking can read my thoughts, his mouth slams down on mine, ravishing my lips like he’s famished and can’t get enough. His dark scruffy jaw prickles my sensitive skin and turns me on more, knowing he’s one hundred percent man. I love it when he’s this way. There’s nothing soft when he gets like this. His muscles are like rocks, his kisses relentless, his movements harsh, and his cock stiff.

One hand tangles in my long hair, gripping it tightly against my skull as his tongue takes mine hostage, demanding it to surrender to him.

Meeting his hunger, my tongue twists with his, hoping to entice him even further. My body’s brimming with so much need that if he brushes against my pussy, I’m going to come.

He frees my arm to grab the front of my shirt roughly where they cover my breasts, twisting the material tighter against my skin. Viking’s mouth overtakes my every thought as he kisses me crazily, sucking my bottom lip between his and then pulling away to nip at my top one playfully. Not ready for the erotic moment to end, I draw his tongue into my mouth, sucking and rimming it like I would his cock, greedily taking whatever I can.

Within seconds, he’s breaking off our lip-lock, panting and flushed. The crimson coloring his cheeks, more pronounced from the pale moon, reveals that he wants it just as badly as I do.

My mouth’s left tingling in his absence, the rough whiskers bestowing a bittersweet memory as the night air tickles my skin. His soft lips leave mine behind, swollen and eager for more. I refuse to beg no matter how badly my body wants me to.

Viking’s dark gaze drops to my chest, enraptured as my breasts rise and fall from my excitement. “You’re not wearing a bra,” he murmurs absently, and I shake my head out of habit, not needing to respond. The evidence is clear with my peaks stiffly pleading for his attention. He loves my breasts; I left my bra at home purposefully for him.

He clears his throat, his voice gruffer than normal as he demands, “I’ve got what you need, climb on.” He leans back some more, sliding closer to where I was sitting on the way here.

Viking turns my body and then lifts until I climb back on the bike. This time, I’m facing the handlebars like I’m the one driving us. Staring out at the openness in front of me, I begin to panic. “I can’t drive.” Plus, his bike’s massive, literally the biggest I think I’ve ever seen.

A deep chuckle comes from behind me as I feel his large, warm palm rest between my shoulder blades. “Baby, you’ll never drive my bike. You belong on the back. And before you lash out with some smartass retort, I mean that in the best fuckin’ way, just trust me.”

He puts pressure on my back, having me lie forward until my breasts rest against the still warm tank of his bike. I’m curious what he plans to do. He probably should’ve taken my shorts off prior to me climbing on if he’s going to have me from behind.

“What are you doing?” I mumble, laying my cheek on top of my fingers in case there’s grease or something on the tank.

“I’m taking care of you like I should’ve done the moment I saw you.” His hands grip my hips, lifting them up until each of my thighs rest on top of his, and my ass is slightly elevated. “Hold still until I say otherwise.”

“Why, what are you doing?”

“Just hold still or it’ll hurt.”

Well, that’s reassuring.

Drawing in a deep breath, I hold it in, waiting for whatever he’s about to put me through. There’s no telling, but when it comes down to it, I trust him. Something cold and metal touches the inside of my thigh, kind of like a cool pen tip. He moves it more forcefully, a ripping sound happening along with air finding places it previously couldn’t get to. It takes an abundant amount of control for me to hold still and not freak the hell out as I finally come to the conclusion that he’s using his large hunting knife between my thighs, sawing away at a pair of my favorite shorts.

“I could have taken them off,” I whisper.

“Shhh, Cinderella. This way I get to that dripping wet cunt, and I also get to play with my favorite knife.” Once he slices through my shorts completely, he pushes the material up, leaving my ass cheeks on display in the moonlight.

Viking jostles around some, his belt clinking as he unbuttons the buckle and pushes down his pants zipper. After a few moments, he adjusts my body more, having me scoot farther up his bike. Gripping my hips, he moves me until my lace covered pussy is pressed deliciously against the small part of the tank.

Two of his fingers trace the scrap of material barely covering my core, eventually pushing it off to the side. The brief rubbing he rewards me with is enough to have me squirming and forgetting all about his blade previously being there. One moment Viking’s pressing his palm against my needy center tantalizing me further and the next he’s entering me without a warning. His cock so full and thick, stretching me to the ideal point, right on the edge of pain.

“Ohhh!” A whimper quickly transforms into a moan of pleasure as I close my eyes, reminiscing in the sensations.

He palms my ass cheek with his giant paw, squeezing it roughly and thrusting again, deeper this time. He’s long enough that his dick hits all the right places inside, making you wish it’d never stop. Viking’s not the kind of man who hesitates; he dives right in. It may hurt some in the beginning, but then it’ll morph into a crazy intense orgasm.

“Tell me,” he gruffly commands.

“About what?”

“I want to hear how it was riding on the back of my bike.”

“Scary at first.” Gasping, I hold on tighter to the cool handle bars while he drives in, the action causing my nipples to graze the hard surface deliciously. “But when you changed gears, it felt so good.”

“Yeah? That why your cunt’s so wet?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You know what I’m going to make you do?”

“Huh?”

“I’m going to pump your pink pussy full of my cum, ‘cause my Ol’ Lady needs to have my seed in her every fucking day, marking her as mine.”

“Uh huh,” I manage breathily as he pulls my hips into him, seating himself to the hilt.

“Tonight, I’m taking away that little string you got on that you call panties, along with all your other clothes. The only way you’re riding back is with that cunt pressed against my seat, wearing nothing but my T-shirt. I want your pussy juice spread all over it by the time we get back. Got it?”

“But what if there isn’t enough?”

“I’ll make you cream plenty,” Viking grunts, leaning forward for smaller thrusts.

Too consumed by his demands, I’m busy imagining how it’ll feel on the back of his bike with nothing filtering the pulses that’ll be directly hitting my core. This time, I’ll be wearing nothing but his shirt.

I don’t notice him grab the handle bars. With a flick of his wrist, a strong vibration assaults my clit as he starts the motorcycle. The wondrous purr makes me scream in ecstasy. With each loud rev his bike makes, he plunges into my core, causing my greedy pussy to convulse. It feels beyond erotic, the sensations out of this world, taking Viking mere seconds to break my body down into a withering mess of multiple orgasms, milking his cock for whatever it’ll give. One after another he commands my body to yield, spanking my bare flesh like a harsh kiss in the moonlight.

Viking bites and sucks, turning my skin tender by marking me anywhere he can get to in our position. The bar may have been a public claiming, but this is by far a private one with him bending my stubborn will into submission. With this sample of what he’ll do to me, next time I’ll cut to the chase and gladly beg.

After my third orgasm hits, stealing more of my energy, his movements begin to slow. Eventually, he stops and has me turn my body to face him. He spreads my thighs over him so I can sit comfortably and still be impaled with his cock.

Peeling my thin tank top off, I free my breasts, putting them on display. Viking is a full-on tit man and after giving me so many orgasms, he deserves to be rewarded. He takes my shirt from me, tossing it away from the bike and plants his palm on the back of my neck, gripping it with just enough force to warn me that he can take back control anytime he wants it.

His other arm gets braced across the top of my butt so I can hold on to one of his biceps. In smooth, fluid movements, Viking rocks me, slowly, back and forth, entranced, as he watches me. My eyes roll heavenward as my clit grinds into him each time my hips fall forward, making me clench my pussy muscles inside, eagerly anticipating a possible fourth orgasm.

This started out with him wanting to teach me a lesson for teasing him with my tits, which I’d say he’s definitely accomplished. I’ll be rubbing my body against his, anywhere we go, if it means he’ll make me ride him and the bike at the same time again. I’m also curious now what make-up sex would be like if we were to really piss each other off somehow.

The claiming at the bar and then again later that night in the hotel was strictly Viking taking what he wanted. I get it, not that I understand it completely, but it did teach me right away not to expect anything average when it comes to this man. Bethany was right about one thing; I set the standard to a whole ‘nother level with him. However, I wasn’t expecting him to meet it and then raise mine as well. In the end, when the night was over, I had loved almost everything he’d done to me.

When I had time away and was able to start processing it all, I came to the conclusion that deep down, I believe he would have had me sooner or later whether I gave it up to him freely or not. It’s terrifying when I think of someone obsessed and violent toward me like that. On the flip side, it’s unbelievably empowering, knowing that he wants me badly enough to claim my mind, body, and freedom. To know that he’s mine so completely, that he’d kill for me.

Having Viking like this tonight covered in someone else’s blood—enraptured by me and my body—is different. At some point during everything, I surrendered myself and became his. He didn’t take me for a test drive; he signed the fucking contract and demanded I give him everything.

Right now, this very moment, he’s allowing me to ride his cock, on his motorcycle, while he wears his colors proudly. This is Viking surrendering to
me
. Tonight he’s showing me that not only am I his Ol’ Lady, but he’s my Ol’ Man.

And, for once, that doesn’t seem so fucking bad.