Page 36 of Biker's Conquest: Property of Rage

The riding crop hurts her ass more than she expects.Good.I don’t care if she has a good explanation for why she was halfway down the road to the highway when I returned, but I have never been angrier or more humiliated.How dare she do this to me?I feel foolish for every emotion she managed to unravel in me.

But still, those emotions exist. I hit her ass again and this time, Keyshawn cries out. For the first time. My dick nearly bursts out of my pants. Pain. After everything, this is the most painful experience she has endured at my hands. My heart races so fast I can almost hear the blood rushing past my ears. I want to hear her scream again. I hit Keyshawn’s ass three more times in quick succession.

She cries out again. Loudly. Filled with so much pain. I have to restrain myself. I can’t hurt her too badly. I drop the riding crop. To stop myself from inflicting more pain on Keyshawn’s ass, I have to change course. My fingers find my belt buckle and I quickly remove my belt, pants and underwear, pressing the bulging head of my cock against her entrance. Her ass is raw with cuts and blood. But I knowKeyshawn. Her pussy will be wet and tight for me despite the pain.

Leaning over her, I slide my dick into her pussy with one quick stroke. I waited so long for her. I tried everything in my power to show her my true feelings… and this is what I had to do to get a single emotion out of her. Keyshawn cries out in pain. Even when wet, it’s a tight squeeze to get my dick inside her. I don’t care about her pain anymore.

Once my dick slides inside Keyshawn’s tightness, I only care about my release and fucking her tight hole until I cum. I grip her hips and push myself in even deeper. She cries out louder and her body squirms like she’s trying to get away which only activates more of my dominant instincts. I pin her down with my full weight and pump into Keyshawn roughly from behind, slamming my hips into her bruised ass so she can take my big cock nice and deep.

My sexual frustration from the past few weeks rises and I pound into Keyshawn’s pussy, using her roughly and reminding her that the document she signed gave away every inch of her to me… Her moaning only gets me hotter. I fuck her harder, nearly losing control over myself when I feel her cumming around my cock. I almost resent her for climaxing. My weight shifts to pin her down tighter against the platform. She gasps for breath, struggling against me as I take her even harder from behind.

“I’m going to cum inside your pretty little cunt,” I growl into her ear as I force my dick into her tight hole. Her pussy gets hotter with each thrust and restraining myself becomes fucking impossible. I push inside her with one deep final stroke and my balls tighten against my body as I cum hard, erupting deep inside her.

“Fuck…” I groan loudly, burying myself deep inside her and letting my dick erupt two or three more times inside Keyshawn’s velvety cunt. It’s more euphoric than I can stand. I kiss her back and keep my cock buried inside her until I feel myself go soft. I refuse to give up any pleasure. When I pull my cock out of Keyshawn, cum and her juices drip down her thighs, mixing with the blood from her wounds.

Guilt surges through me for a split second, immediately replaced by satisfaction from the artwork we just created in this playroom. She came… Even if I hurt her, even if I spanked her ass thoroughly with a riding crop, Keyshawn’s sweet ass pussy tightened around my dick as she experienced her own intense pleasures.

“Get up. I’ll get you clean.”

She stands, her hair falling away from her face in that pretty, thick mass of darkness. She’s so fucking hot she could bring my dick to attention again.Not now.I force my face to harden to Keyshawn’s gaze. I demonstrated mercy on her tonight, which she’s well aware of, but it’s not softness that she earned through her behavior.

Unfortunately, over the course of our time together, I have come to truly care for this woman… I just don’t think she cares for me.

“I bought you presents,”I confess. “Once you’re clean, I’ll give them to you.”

Keyshawn appears entirely unconvinced that I'm through with my torture. My purpose tonight isn't to cause pain for the sake of it. This was punishment for her escape, for breaking our rules, for putting me through the mixture of panic and terror that accompanies any possibility of losing Keyshawn. By now, we've spent more time together than the average couple does during the first two weeks of their relationship.

I want her to form some attachment to me. If spanking her ass and holding her to a contract won't work on Keyshawn, maybe mercy will. I fill the tub and slowly complete my ritual of cleaning her wounds and forcing her to disinfect the most injured parts of her bruised flesh.

She doesn't hide her pain this time. The riding crop hurt worse than she expected and the way I lay blows across her ass genuinely pushed Keyshawn to her limits. Perhaps past them. Fucking her with animalistic possessiveness might have given her a brief reprieve, but it will take days if not weeks for her to heal from this punishment.

I can only describe the way I feel as... remorseful. Though it's not an emotional state I relish. I wish offering her some revenge would work, but I can't completely melt. This was still a punishment, a wrong done against me by Keyshawn.

She only offers some halfway explanation when I tuck her into bed next to me, taking my shirt off and drawing Keyshawn against my chest. It's easier to fall asleep when she's close, especially knowing how close she came to getting away from me.

"I thought I saw Oske. But there were two men in the front seats. I followed them and... I got carried away."

She pauses for a beat.

"I'm sorry."

I grunt in response to her apology and wrap Keyshawn tighter in my arms. I'll just have to be more careful with her and never take for granted that our contract is just a piece of paper. This woman has legs, a free will and a mind that could carry her halfway across the country. This little escape made me realize that forcing her to stay isn't enough. It won't work forever.

I have to convince her to want to stay. And how the fuck do I do that?

I haveseveral ideas before my thoughts fade into nothing and I fall asleep thinking of nothing but Keyshawn in my arms -- and how good it feels to have her there.

In the morning,when she's still wrapped in my embrace, relief washes over me and I hold her tighter, greedy for Keyshawn's warmth and softness. Squeezing her doesn't wake her up, so I set the first part of my plan to keep her here in motion...

Bribing her with food.

I slipout of bed and into my kitchen. Food exists purely for physical nourishment. I keep that level of discipline up at all times to maintain a strong, healthy physique that enables me to spank, paddle and fuck to my heart's content. But for women, food takes on an emotional quality -- like it does with everything else for them.

Keyshawn needs a hearty breakfast after what I put her through last night. My dad used to have a great recipe for pancakes that he would make for us when we went camping. We all know it by heart. I start on some pancake batter, slide bacon into the oven, and cook some eggs on a cast iron skillet. With a little toast, Keyshawn should have enough to be satisfied.

Andthen what?

The next partof my plan to keep Keyshawn here will require a little more preparation, but will completely demonstrate my loyalty to her. I like contracts, Keyshawn doesn't. I get it. She probably wants something real, some proof of my undying devotion for her. Considering her age - no offense to her, but I'm considering it - I have the perfect idea for what could keep us together.

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