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Kicking my foot up, I tap us into the next gear, and the bike surges forward. Faster we go, tearing through the roads, the two wheels spinning fast on the pavement, taking us deeper into the country. The road starts to wind, up and up we climb, going faster.

“Don’t fight it, lean with me baby. I’ve got you.” I say in to the mic in my helmet, leaning my body to the left, my knee dropping closer to the ground as we go through a wide turn.

“Oh my God!” She yells as we come back upright, then immediately lean in to the other side, taking the next curve. “This is fucking awesome!”

“Yeah it is.” I shout back to her, making sure she can hear me over the sound of the wind whipping past us. “It’s when I feel free to just…be.”

I can feel her tense a little behind me, and the air in my helmet changes, like a storm is brewing, changing the barometric pressure. The emotions that flow from her are always so palpable, and I can feel her changing. Some of the anger and hatred is slipping away and being replaced with something else.

Acceptance? Is that what I’m feeling princess?

I’m expecting questions, and lots of them, but she falls silent again, loosening her grip on me, and I feel her relax again, melting into me, becoming one with me as we careen through the twists and turns like a single being on a mission to ride our woes away.

It's becoming late. The sun has set, and the early spring air is turning cold. I’m chilly under my leathers, so I’m sure she is too. With a little pat to her knee I let her know that we’re turning around and heading home.

“Home.” I murmur to myself, but with the Cardo, she can hear it, and she makes a little groan of protest. “Don’t worry baby, you’re not going back into the cellar.”

The ride back is quiet and relaxing, yet also filled with nerves I’m not used to. My mind runs through all the scenarios that can happen with her roaming free in my house. She could try to escape or get hurt. She could destroy my things if she wants, or she can do, God, just about anything. If she runs, and I’m not there, the dogs will chase, and I’ll lose her to the pit against my wishes.

I’m swallowing all my trepidations as we pull back into the garage and I help her off the bike, supporting her till she gets her legs back under her. She looks at me as I pull off her helmet and set it aside, then her fingers grab the front of mine, pulling me to her.

“You could have started with a ride like that, and I wouldn’t be your prisoner.” She says raising my visor, looking her stormy eyes that have a new life in them into my dark brown ones. “I would be here willingly.”

“It’s not too late, princess.”

Chapter Twenty-One

“Oh H. Yesss.” She hisses, her back arched, her tits in my visor covered face as I lean her backwards over the vanity in the master ensuite bath. “Your hands, use those hands.”

“Let me take off the helmet baby.”

“No, leave it on. It’s hot.” She croons, her hands dragging down my bare chest, leaving little red streaks from her nails.

“Anything you wish.” I snicker inside my helmet, looking down at her and the way her lower lip trembles in excitement. “You have a masked man fetish don’t you? I saw the books on your shelf.”

“When you were stalking me?”

“When I was watching you, to keep you safe.”

“Sure.” She says, dragging out the one word on a seductive purr. “We pretending that you didn’t sneak around like a creep in my apartment?”

“Nope. I pretend nothing.”

“So fucking filthy.” She says, her hand reaching around the back of my neck, squeezing it as she grinds her wet cunt on the front of me, brushing against my cock that aches to be inside her.

“If this is what a ride on my bike does to you, I’m taking you out every day.”

“The power, the freedom, the wind…it’s amazing.”

“It is princess. But you know what would be more amazing? Your mouth or your pussy wrapped around my cock. Your choice.”

She pauses, and tilts her head in thought, then her eyes grow wide when I shoot my hand out, wrapping it around her throat possessively. Its not fear though in them, it’s lust, pure unadulterated lust as I squeeze just hard enough to let her know I have the power here.

“Mmmm.”

“Kinky bitch.” I growl deeply, feeling it vibrate my helmet.

A mischievous twinkle brightens those stormy eyes as her knees bend and she looks down at my dick, licking her lips.

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