Page 55 of Biker's Collar: Property of Scrap

No more playing nice with this woman. No more eating pussy and fucking her brains out until I get the goddamn truth.

Vickie fights the whole fucking way as I tie her up, but I work quietly while stewing with anger. It’s the longest I’ve gone in a while without thinking of gambling by the time I have her fastened completely to the bed. Vickie’s arms are tied up over her head to the headboard and her thick ass legs are tied together and tethered to one of the bed frame legs so she can’t kick.

I know this woman too fucking well, so I stand back far enough that she can’t aim any spit at me. She can still glare though. My dick is so fucking hard watching the collar around her neck and the glare on Vickie’s soft brown face.

“What is the point of this?” She says grunting and trying her best to spread her legs apart to rip my ties open. Her efforts don’t work.

“You tried to run and I’m fucking tired of your shit. If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll cum in your mouth and you’ll still have to tell me.”

“That’s disgusting.”

I put my hand on my belt. “Why are you like this? You know all my fucked up secrets.”

“Hakeem will be dead. Who cares how we met?”

“Was he your boyfriend?”

“I hate you.”

I unbuckle my belt. I don’t want to do this to her. I don’t want to take my dick out and fuck Vickie’s mouth until she tells me the truth, but I can tell she won’t leave me a choice. Her fighting gets more intense and I enjoy watching her. I should tie her up more. It’s a lot harder to stay hard when she’s kicking around and aiming at my crotch while I’m pinning her down. Tied up, I can just enjoy how she looks when she squirms and fights — uselessly.

No more running the fuck away now. I wipe a bead of sweat off my face and try to contain my excitement. I don’t want to make good on my threats, but I’m all jacked up from tying her up and talking about it gets me rock hard. Watching Vickie fight makes the situation worse. I undo the button next, followed by dragging my zipper down over my bulge.

Vickie watches my hand trace the outline of my dick and I watch the change on her face. It’s hard not to smile, but I knew it would happen. My dick made this woman so fucking crazy thatshe drugged me and hopped her ass out the window… That’s an emotion.

“I’m going to assume if you don’t start talking, it’s because you want to suck my dick.”

“That would not be correct.”

“Then start talking.”

I drop my pants. Vickie fights harder against the ties holding her to the bed. Her fighting doesn’t matter anymore. I’ll get something that I want tonight, either way. I step out of my pants with my dick bulging through my underwear as I approach Vickie on the bed. This time, I don’t worry about her spitting on me.

Getting her sexy ass to hawk tuah on my fucking dick will only make this easier. She grunts and fights harder. I half expect her to start up with name-calling — one of her favorite ways to try to piss me off that never seems to work. My club name is ‘Scrap’… It’s not a compliment.

“How did you end up in Vegas?”

I’m close enough that I can stroke her head. I do it just to taunt her at first, but unfortunately, touching her just makes me want to cum in her mouth even more than I did before.

Vickie glares.

“You want to suck my dick that bad, little criminal?”

“Shut up.”

“Talk.”

I drop my underwear and my dick nearly slaps Vickie in the face. She jerks her head back.

“Hakeem was my cousin’s boyfriend older brother,” she says. “He tricked me into dropping out of college my first year and following him to Vegas.”

This evil woman. My dick is rock hard and the tip oozes with desire inches away from her lips. This is when she chooses to confess. My hand precariously holds onto her head. Should I take control and violate my promise to her or accept this tiny glimpse into Vickie’s past?

My heart races. I don’t know the right thing to do with this woman. Nothing seems to make her give a shit about me… except sex. I grip her head tightly and push my cock towards her lips. Breaking her trust in me even more. Vickie’s lips part slightly. I wait to see if she’ll say more.

Or do something else…

My stomach feels like it’s tied up in a knot and shoved into my throat.

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