Page 4 of Biker's Conquest: Property of Rage

He walks with a slow, heavy step like a monster chasing prey down a hallway with absolute certainty that he can take his cool time and still sink his teeth into its neck. No fumbling for the key. He slips it into the lock. I avert my gaze before the front door opens, obeying his instructions. When the door opens, I smell cologne and then hear the man exhale slowly.

“Good,” he mutters. He takes a step inside, allowing me to notice his boots, which are made of expensive black leather but very well-worn. He moves again and a dim light offers some relief from the room’s pitch black after the door closes. I don’t look up, perfectly obeying instructions.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growls.

His voice scaresthe shit out of me. But that wasn’t a question and it doesn’t count as only speaking when spoken to, so I keep my mouth shut.

“No black girls,” he mutters. “I would think that was obvious.”

I shudder. Is that what this is about then? A fucked up race fetish? My mind is in a state of full blown panic. The girls who came here were all different colors.But not black. None of them were black.It didn’t even cross my mind that would be a problem. Oske never once mentioned race. In fact, I don’t even know this man’s race. I mean, I can guess based on his voice. He doesn’t exactly sound like James Earl Jones.

“It’s not my preference,”he says coldly. I hear him unzipping his pants. Against my will, my body shakes. My stupid body hasn’t yet accepted that my conscious mind chose to be here. That I volunteered for this despite what Oske told me – and she told me more than she told the others.

He drops his pants to the ground. I feel his hand on my head and before I can adjust to how big this man’s hands are, he aggressively tilts my head back and gazes down at me. I can’t make out any details about him in the dark room except for his height and physical size. Despite that, I feel like he can see every inch of me. His grasp on my hair tightens.

The man shudders and says two words to me. “Open up.”

This is really happening. Cold. Emotionless. And most likely rough, judging by how he holds my head back. I open my mouth, my body refusing to stop its terrified shuddering. It doesn’t help that his condo is still extremely cold and my knees ache. Soft heat presses against my lips, but thethingpressing against my lips doesn’t feel like it’s the size of a normal dick.

I suck in air sharply as with one swift thrust, the man shoves as much of his cock as he can fit down my throat. He grunts as I choke on his dick.Holy fuck.The panicsurging through me is real and comes straight from my core.Run, you dumbass. Run…

Even if I wanted to run, I couldn’t. I can’t even breathe. He groans as he tries to force more of his dick down my throat. My choking sounds get louder. He knows I can’t breathe. He knows I can’t breathe because of how deep his dick is down my throat and he doesn’t even care. I shove my hands against his thighs, my body reacting against my will because I just need air and I’ll do anything to get it.

He chuckles. “Hurts, doesn’t it? But even a woman can spend one minute without oxygen. So you’re going to take my dick for the next sixty seconds.”

Chapter Three

Rage

Her lips are so fucking tight around my dick that I know my efforts to get even deeper down her throat are fueled by nothing but pure cruelty. This has to be some sick joke by Oske, who knows exactly what my type is and definitely went out of her way to find a woman who is the furthest thing from my type.

I groan inadvertently... "Fuck..."

She chokes louderand tears stream down her face. I can smell the saltiness and more importantly than that, I feel her trembling in fear beneath my grasp and fighting hard against my thighs as I shove my cock deep down her throat, practically choking her.

When I reach the end of my sixty second countdown, I withdraw my dick with painful slowness and listen to her gagging and choking, making every effort not to throw up. My dick drips with her spit as my heart races faster.

This is the shit worth waiting for. My vice. My fucked upsecret. I yank her head backward again once she gets a hold of her breathing.

"Three more minutes," I say to the woman in a voice just barely above a whisper, even if I know it won't comfort her. That part will happen when I'm done -- if she satisfies me.

"You're going to choke on my cock for three more minutes and if you don't make me cum, you walk out the door dressed like a slut and wait for your mistress."

I don't wait for a response. She still has her mouth open, mainly because she's gasping for air. This time, I push my dick between her lips slowly. I want to feel her mouth slowly tightening around my dick as I fuck her mouth. I push as much of my cock in as possible before the tip hits the back of her throat.

She makes that first sexy gagging sound and I move my hips in a slow rhythm, pushing deeper with each thrust until I get my dick so deep that she can't breathe. She pushes against my thigh, alerting me to her vulnerability. My response is forcing my dick deeper into her mouth, holding her down with my dick until she gags.

Sixty slow seconds pass and her fighting gets harder. More aggressive. She digs her nails into my thighs and a cascade of pleasure happens in quick succession. Heat rushes through me and my balls draw in against my body. I groan with the fucking euphoria that passes over me and push my dick deeper into her mouth instinctively as I erupt.

Fuck. Holy fuck. Thick ropes of cum erupt from the tip of my cock and the woman's gagging becomes more intense. I can't let go. She made me cum so fucking fast that I don't think I have control of anything here. I'm in a blissful orgasmic state that relaxes me just enough that I lose my grip on her hair and she quickly pulls her mouthoff my cock, doubling over as my cum spills from her lips and she coughs and gasps for breath.

I can't risk missing this. I lose control of the exact ritualistic way that I conduct my 3 a.m. business and I brighten the lights in my entryway. My stomach flips and my dick gets semi-hard right away when I see what the fuck I did under warm, dim lights.

I could tell she was black, but I couldn't tell how dark and damn, this woman is dark-skinned. Like a freshly brewed cup of hazelnut coffee. Her body is completely different from all the other women. She presses her weight into her hands and knees as tears stream down her soft, heart-shaped face. Her tits squeeze together in the lingerie I selected and I'm hard as fuck again.

Two weeks without sex and I turn into a fucking maniac. Already, I have a thought that never once crossed my mind before. She's not going to come back after tonight, and I won't like that at all.

With the others, I didn't care. I planned on subjecting them to my specific brand of brutality and there was nothing special or interesting enough for me to pause from my ritual of self-satisfaction.

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