If I’d been thinking straight I would’ve waited until she was out of harm’s way like I’d planned to, but what’s done is done. After her little trip down memory lane, I couldn’t, not go fuck his shit up. He’s lucky his ass is still breathing the sick fuck.
“If you’re gonna fall asleep back there let me know so I can secure you.” She’d still been a little sleepy in the restaurant because I’d woken her early, and she looked like she could hardly keep her eyes open.
I fixed her helmet and made sure she was seated properly while she assured me that she would stay up for the whole trip. There was a sense of excitement in her voice that I hoped to fuck I didn’t kill somehow.
She’d already dealt with so much bullshit, I shudder to think how she was gonna put up with mine and I had a lot. My restrictions might be a lot different from her aunt’s, but they are restrictions nonetheless.
For her this might seem like a new adventure, and after the way that fucking hag had denied her everything that was good in life I’m sure it very well might be. For me it was the beginning of our life together. A life that I was sure she was going to take time getting used to.
I’d already mapped out certain things in my head, things that were needed to keep her safe and not from the outside world but from me. I already know my triggers and since I never want to hurt her, not even with words, I think it best to get that shit out of the way at our earliest convenience.
Like the fact that if she ever even thought of cheating on me she’d be dead, that one was nonnegotiable. There were others, but none as serious as that one I think. I wasn’t planning to micromanage our relationship, but I was going to be on top of her every step of the fucking way for at least the first coupla years.
I’ve seen the shit people in love can do to each other I’m not down with that fuckery. There will be no do-overs in my little kingdom, fuck that. So to avoid any bullshit I’m going to introduce her to my rules as soon as fucking possible as well as getting to know her likes and dislikes. Because along with my shit that she’s gonna have to put up with, I’m gonna be making damn sure that she’s as happy as it’s possible for one little lady to be.
If I was even half way decent I’d probably give her a few more weeks or even a couple days at least to get used to the idea. Nope, not gonna fucking happen. Blue was not a good look for my balls and swear to fuck my dick might revolt if I even contemplated such a fuck stupid move.
No way, two and a half years was more than enough I want in there like yesterday. And after seeing her again that need was ten times worse. Imagining her under me was one thing when there were miles separating us, now with her in my vision, her scent in my nose, she’d be lucky to make it the next two days.
I’d spent the most restful night of my life last night and was racking my brain to figure out how to make that shit a repeat performance tonight when we reached home. She didn’t say what it was that had sent her running to my arms and I didn’t push.
I’d just studied her over breakfast and since she looked like my bright eyed little girl I let it slide. I was hoping to leave all that darkness behind, a fresh start with none of the ugliness of her past or mine.
“You ready babygirl?” She didn’t seem to mind her new nickname, in fact each time I called her by my secret name for her she blushed prettily and smiled. She nodded her head and I got on the bike.
Once again her arms went around me and she held on innocently as we rode out, headed for my home, her home now. Maybe one day I’ll tell her that I built it with her in mind. Thinking of that reminded me of all that I’d done with her in mind. Everything was ‘would she like this?’ or ‘would this be good for her?”
It was easy to look back on my life now and see how much she’d influenced every decision I’d ever made. Some of them probably saved my life come to think of it. Before her I wouldn’t have thought twice about running headfirst into trouble, I never met a bar fight I didn’t like. I spent my life scrapping, fighting for everything that meant anything to me.
The bitch that had birthed me had dumped me on her way to somewhere better a few short hours after I came into the world. I never stood a chance. Found in the worse part of town, high as a fucking kite even though I didn’t know a pipe from a tit, they didn’t give me much hope of surviving. Did I forget to mention it was thirty below when the bitch wrapped me in newspaper and left me for dead?
After I beat the odds life wasn’t through with my ass. I was then passed around from every degenerate family within the city limits. Thank fuck I escaped the horrors of sexual molestation, but everything else was on the table. My life was a smorgasbord of hellacious bullshit.
I was used as a mule to run drugs to and from school, was taught to steal with the best of them by the time I was six or seven, and by the time I was fourteen before I lit the fuck out, I was servicing my fifth foster mom and her pals. I didn’t see that shit as abuse because those bitches taught me all I needed to know and then some.
The one thing I learned throughout was that there was only one way out of the hood. I was a smart little fuck but I had to use my head. A scholarship might be nice but contrary to the feel good bullshit they show on T.V. no one was giving someone like me a full ride, not unless there was some fuck in it for them.
So when I met old man Steve at sixteen and his pal set me up with the boy’s home I finally started feeling human. At eighteen is when they had some kind of job fair at the high school and they sent recruiters from the army. I listened to every fuck they had to say that day and found my calling.
Now the reason I knew so much about my beginnings was on account of this old dude from the neighborhood. Even though I’d ran away I never went too far, just to show you how hard they look for kids like me.
Anyway this guy I remembered from when I was much younger. He was always hanging around outside in his yard and whenever he’d see me he would stop to chat.
He had no idea who my real incubator was, but he knew everything else. Old Silas was an old army dog; he was the closest thing to a human being I knew back then before Steve, and I figured if the army produced them I could maybe stand a chance.
Everyone was of the general opinion that the incubator had been passing through and there was no way to find her. By the third foster home when I was nursing broken ribs compliments of the last asshole who was just using me for a paycheck from the government, I no longer gave a fuck.
Those beginnings had given me a thick skin and a don’t give a fuck attitude. Until her I didn’t fear death, wasn’t too worried about someone sticking it to me, I could always hold my own. But then she came along and shit changed.
Even in the thick of battle, I kept thoughts of her in the forefront, reminding myself everyday that I had to get back to her. That’s when she was still my sweet little innocent Jessie. It killed me to imagine her out there on her own at the mercy of the same fuckery I’d had to deal with.
Then in the last few years after the change, I’d kept her there for other reasons. She was my reason for breathing plain and simple, and I was gonna spend the rest of my life letting her know that shit. It was my greatest wish to erase everything that her dad had done to her from her memory, and to fill it with only good things, the things I meant to give to her.
Now because of my ignorance and her fuck of an aunt I might have to start all over. All the work I’d believed I was doing to distance her from that parking lot had been a lie. I’d just been paying someone else to mistreat what’s mine. I bit that thought off before I fishtailed and headed back to finish what I’d started.
Instead I concentrated on the days ahead, on the things I’d only imagined thus far that were now closer to reality. My dick thumped against my zipper. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea either, but it was hard not to celebrate the fact that she was finally mine, that I was going to have her just where I wanted her after all this time.
There was no question of whether or not she would be accepting of me; I wasn’t about to give her a choice. She was mine plain and simple. Had been for a long time. She didn’t need any fucking choices where that shit was concerned. Now the only thing I had to worry about, the only hurdle I could see up ahead, was getting my cock into what I was sure was going to be the tightest pussy I’d ever tackled.
I didn’t suffer even a moment’s guilt at the thoughts running through my head. I knew better than anyone what was in me for her, that’s why I knew that no one would ever, could ever feel for her what I did.
I pulled myself back to the here and now as we raced through the morning, trying to beat the rising sun and the heat it was about to unleash on us. Her slight weight against my back warned me that she had indeed fallen asleep so I slowed down a little, but didn’t stop since we were already so close to home.
I spent the rest of the ride reliving the feeling of waking up with her in my arms for the first time. My morning wood had been poking her in her middle and my first inclination had been to pull away before she woke up and felt that shit.
After what had been done to her I didn’t want her having any bad moments. But she felt good as fuck against me first thing in the morning, the way a day was supposed to begin. I allowed myself a few extra moments to smell her hair and relish the feelings of absolute joy that ran through me. Just one more minute and then I’d let my little innocent go. That’s what I kept telling myself.