Page 34 of Biker's Conquest: Property of Rage

I rip her underwear further to the side and teaseKeyshawn’s lips before moving in slow, smooth strokes and circles to heighten her arousal to a fever pitch. She gets wet immediately, which only makes me want to taste her more – and taste her deeper. My tongue slides inside Keyshawn, her juices coating my tongue.

Fuck, she tastes good.I grip her ass and pull her lower half close to my face so I can control my pace better. The soft flesh of her butt sinks between my fingers as I spread Keyshawn’s wetness with my tongue and focus my attention on her clit. Her moans get quicker and softer as my tongue works her deeper. I can feel her about to cum. I push her over the edge with my tongue, forcing her to feel my face buried between her legs as she squeezes her legs together and finishes all over me.

Fuck yes…Keyshawn moans loudly as she cums and I keep control over her body as I lick her outer lips slowly, adding to her pleasure as she finishes. Just for tonight, no pain. We’ll have plenty of time for pain. Once I make her cum, my dick is ready to burst out of my pants. Not tonight. I can’t have her tonight, even if my dick desperately wants her lips. I wipe her pussy juices off my face and ease my body out from underneath the sheets.

I can smell her sweet pussy all over me and I fucking love it. Her body trembles in bed next to me as Keyshawn tries to catch her breath.

I’m not a monster.Truly. Over time, she’ll come to see that. I have fucked up desires, but so does she. Neither of us are monsters, just people who are lucky to have found each other in this crazy ass world.

I pull her body close to mine and bury my nose in her hair. The mixture of scents makes me feel like I’m in heaven.The only part of me that aches for relief is my cock, who will have to wait another day before experiencing any part of Keyshawn’s absolute perfection.

It doesn't take longfor Keyshawn's obedience to my rules to frustrate me immensely. I expected her to break by at least the end of the first week. She can't possibly remember all my rules. Yet, she doesn't ask me any questions when I leave in the morning. She cleans every inch of my space spotless, and she prepares me lunch to take to work -- and dinner.

She complies with my exercise demands. She cleans herself and spends adequate time resting. Nothing on my list of demands even comes close to breaking her. Not even the monotony of it, which I thought would drive a modern woman like Keyshawn crazy sooner. Women love leaving the house to cause trouble. They quickly find confinement frustrating and if they can't gossip their way out of their boredom, their minds wander.

Perhaps Keyshawn's compliance should worry me. I have deeper concerns -- although those concerns might be completely foolish. Not only has Keyshawn been utterly compliant for a full week, our closeness hasn't changed her emotional state. I haven't asked for a single thing. I haven't cum in more than seven days, but she yields nothing.

I want her to realize that sex was how this started for us, but that's not all she has to hope for in a future with me. In this regard, I appear entirely incapable of breaking her down. She frustrates me.

Two more weeks pass.

Almost one month without disobedience.I am in utter disbelief that she has taken this long to crack. I review my own rules, searching for a loophole. Maybe she does the same thing while I'm away. Without my dick inside her, I can't tell how the fuck this woman feels about me. She doesn't fawn. She begs for nothing. Everything about her is utterly frigid towards me except for my nightly ritual of eating her pussy until she cums.

My sexual frustrationnearly tempts me to call Oske and ask her to arrange something for me, but as soon as the temptation crosses my mind, I feel guilty.

I can't be with another woman. Not after experiencing Keyshawn. Her rejection still stings. She ignores all my kind gestures, but tonight, I have a plan to finally win her over. I'll be late coming home from work due to my plan, which will also give Keyshawn an opportunity to disobey my commands.

I order flowers, a box of chocolates from a specialty shop and ask the lady in there for help picking a gift. It's tough to know what exactly Keyshawn will like, but I get her a stuffed animal shaped like a cow with a little bell around its neck. Very country, very cute. I hope she likes it.

I don't have the bike today, so I tuck everything into the backseat of my Tahoe and drive back towards the house. About a mile away from the house, I see a figure moving on the side of the road.

A figure? I flick on my high beams and Keyshawn throws her hands up in front of her face. She turns around once she gets a hold of herself after a couple seconds and takes off running towards the house. My senses activate all at once like they do when you spend hours in your deer stand and finally see something thatlooks like antlers.

She’s not a fast runner, but she has adrenaline on her side – and enough sense to run towards the house, not away from it. I throw the car into park and without thinking through a plan, I chase after her. Keyshawn looks over her shoulder and yelps, two actions she probably can’t help, but will definitely slow her down.

My stride is so much longer than hers that I close in on her within a few seconds of exertion. Gravel flies up from the driveway into my face as I draw even closer to her. I stick my arm out, trying to grab her arm, but she’s just out of reach. One more step and I have her…

Keyshawn can’t outrun me, even going as fast as she can. One millisecond of slowing down gives me the opportunity I need. I throw my arm around her waist, surprised and thrilled by how light she feels with all that adrenaline coursing through me. I can’t even hear her screaming anymore, but her body vibrates as she hollers and I try to catch my breath while subduing her.

"Just where the fuck do you think you're going?" I heave out once I have enough oxygen to speak, although I have to apply the rest of my force to keeping this woman pinned.

Keyshawn grabs my forearm and bites down, kicking and screaming at my legs. Oh fuck no. This is definitely against the rules. It takes some effort to overpower Keyshawn enough to toss her into the passenger seat, but once she's in there, she doesn't fight against the door. She sighs and leans back against the seat.

But I'm fucking pissed. I climb back into the driver's side and slam the door. If I don't get this woman back into the house right fucking now, I don't know how far I'll let my emotions get. I need to get complete control back over this situation before it gets further out of hand.

Keyshawn mutters, "It's not what you think."

I don't give a fuck about her excuses. She was clearly on the goddamn run while I was out all afternoon planning something special for her. I floor it back to the house, nearly killing us both. When I stop the car, Keyshawn glares.

"That was unnecessary."

I grunt, because I can't muster a response beyond that. I walk around to get Keyshawn from the passenger's side of the car, extending my hand to help her out of her seat. She looks at it with confusion and possibly fear.

"If you don't takemy hand right now, the bruises on your ass will be ten times worse."

She takesmy hand and I squeeze, dragging her out of the car and fighting the urge to beat her ass right there against the hood of the Tahoe.

Chapter Twenty

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