Captive Ride(43)

“It’s going to feel good,” Easy says in soothing tones. “Let me in your virgin ass, Little Red.”

I force myself to relax which isn’t a simple task when you’re already stuffed full of a nine-inch penis. He moves forward slowly and halts at my whimper. “Ease out to the tip,” he instructs Michigan, who lifts me effortlessly off his penis until only the very top of his head is inside. I feel very empty now.

“I’m ready,” I tell Easy.

“I know you are.” His voice is different, strained with the effort of holding back. I push back as he had told me to do when the plug was first inserted and we both groan loud as the tight ring of my muscles sucks him in. “Christ, you are tight. So fucking tight.”

I can barely make out his words. The sensations are so intense, so bright, so real. He plunges the final distance.

“Now,” I hear him order and then the two begin an act of perfect synchronicity, driving into me and withdrawing in rhythmic bliss. I’m so full of man that the wiring in my brain short circuits and all I can do is ride wave after wave of fantastic feeling. I hear roars of satisfaction in full surround sound as their pleasure infiltrates all my senses. Inside me, I feel the hot splashes of their orgasms and it leaks out, blending their release and my release until we are simply one satiated being.





Chapter Ten





Annie

They let me rest until the next morning and Michigan treats me to a nice massage.

"You pack a pair of jeans?" he asks.

"Yes. Should I wear those today?"

"We're going to take a ride into Minneapolis. Judge wants Easy to check into something and I'm going as backup."

"And you're taking me with you?" I ask. The lie that Pippa had told my father was that I was going to attend a library get together in the city and that we would stay overnight. That we are actually going is exciting but I don't want to presume anything.

"Yep, you're the first woman to ride bitch on Michigan's bike," Easy says, throwing a helmet and jacket on the bed.

I raise my eyebrows and Michigan nods in confirmation.

"So, I'm popping your cherry," I say daringly.

My saucy comment causes both men to halt in their tracks. Easy is halfway into the closet and Michigan's hands freeze on my shoulders. Easy breaks first, shouting with laughter and Michigan follows soon after.

"You are perfect for us," Michigan murmurs after his chuckles have died off and the glow generated by his approval sticks with me the entire hour or so ride into the city. According to Michigan, the ride is pitifully short but it's the most I've ever ridden and my legs can barely hold me up when I swing off the saddle.

Michigan catches me and sits me back up on the bike, holding it stable while Easy comes over and gives my legs a brief rubdown.

A few people walk by but no one mentions how odd we must look, standing in the parking lot with the two bikes and their leather cuts declaring them members of the Death Lords. The clerk inside the hotel doesn't blink an eye when they ask for one room and a king size bed. Maybe these unconventional relationships are more normal in a city because if the three of us checked into the Snug Bug Motel in Fortune, Mavis Byrne would have died on the spot. Granted, she is in her seventies, but the shock would do her in.

After we check in, Michigan and Easy take me to the mall across the street. I'd been to Minneapolis before with Father, but I've never been to the giant mall. It’s so big I can’t help laughing. I can’t bring myself to buy anything although there are clothes that are sold for a few dollars and a few thousand. We make ourselves huge yogurt cups at a self-serve shop. Michigan has coffee-flavored and adds chocolate and nuts. Easy and I put a little of everything on it.

We ride the roller coaster that spins us up to the ceiling and then down to the floor. Up on the second floor, they pull me into a sexy lingerie shop.

The ladies there are all agog. Michigan blushes and walks out but Easy starts pulling stuff off the rack. I can’t believe what he wants me to wear. The saleslady forces him to leave the small dressing area. Good thing too, because if he saw me trying this stuff on, we’d be doing things that would get us arrested. I get a couple of things at Easy's insistence and he pays. I open my mouth to protest but a glare from his normally open and happy face shuts me down.

On the third floor is a Harley Davidson shop and they buy more stuff for me. I try arguing again but this time it is Michigan glaring.

“You going to ruin this for me?”

“No?” I say uncertainly.

“That’s right. I’m buying this because this is my fantasy and if you want to make that happen for me, you won’t argue.”