Owned (24 page)

I looked up at the ceiling and wondered what next week might bring. I recalled the events of the day and the week.

Sis.

I like the way that sounds.

ERIK.
In locales where the weather actually has seasons, it’s disappointing for a biker to see the weather change from hot to cold. The change is gradual, but this time of year the changes are very distinct. One day a cool wind blows in a temperature change that ends up being autumn. Soon thereafter, another gust brings in the winter.

I looked out of Kelli’s window and thought about taking a vacation to Belize.
The Keys. Somewhere warm. Kelli would look good in a swimsuit on the beach. I smiled at the thought. I looked at my watch. 4:18.

I turned and walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I heard Kelli turn off the shower, and smiled thinking of the day we were in the shower together. As I opened the refrigerator, I looked at the jar Kelli kept her treasures in.
Her keepsakes. The more I thought of it, the more it was apparent what I meant to her. I needed no reassurance, I knew. I closed the refrigerator door and glanced again.
What the fuck?

I picked up the jar and turned it in a circle.

How in the absolute fuck?

The number seven chit from the poker run was in the jar.
Her first chit from her first poker run. Her lucky or
favorite
number. I looked up at the ceiling, thinking, and tried to figure out how she got her hands on it. She must have gone back to the sponsors
after
the event. They certainly would have needed the chit for the entire poker run. I turned the jar and smiled.

What the hell.

A name caught my eye.

I picked up the jar and turned it. I shook it to reposition the contents, and looked inside again. As I rotated to jar to see the paper, I read what it said.

Kelli –

Don’t know what you had, but 2800 is all I could find

Train

The paper used for the note was clearly from the note pads that were used in the shop. On the bottom of the paper it was marked ‘Bones Barn’ in gray letters. We all used the pads, and originally, we were going to call the repair shop
Bone’s Barn
.

Feeling guilty for snooping, I placed the jar back on the refrigerator.

I reached over and turned up the volume on the iPod Dock.

I had my suspicions about Kelli’s purse. She had told me some story about the police calling her and how she gone to pick it up at the police station. She knew damned good and well I would never go to the police station to verify
that
story.

I shook my head thinking about just what this note to her from Train might be regarding. Quickly, I decided it really didn’t matter. We all have our secrets. Kelli was as good of a woman as I could ever find anywhere. All that she did regarding the police, A-Train, and her purse was to protect me.

What we do to protect the ones we love.

As I walked to the living room,
Them Shoes by Patrick Sweany
began to play.
The motivation of music…

As the bathroom door opened, I looked up from the desk. Kelli stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel.

“Come here,” I demanded.

“Let me get dressed, I’ll be right…”

I didn’t let her finish, “Come here,
Kelli
,” I said in a stern tone.

“Why are you sitting here at the wi
ndow, Sir?” she asked as she walked up to the desk.

“That’s better,” I responded, looking at her feet.

“When Kelli,” I paused and looked up, “When am I in charge,
always
?”

“
Uhhmm. Well, during sex, only. Other than that, we’re equal, right?”

“Correct,” I said, looking to her eyes.

“You know what time it is, Kelli?” I asked.

“
Uhhmm, probably got to be close to five now, I took a long shower,” she responded.

Damn, she is beautiful.

“Correct, it is close to five,” I said as I looked at my watch.

“The towel, Kelli.
What’s with the towel?” I asked.

“I dried off with it?” she responded, “What’s with calling me Kelli?”

“Drop the towel, baby girl,” I said as I stood up on the desk.

She dropped the towel on the floor and stood in front of me naked. All this woman had to do to impress me was exist.

“Remember when I said, ‘I want to witness you exist’?” I asked.

“Yes, you text
ed it to me the night before we met at the coffee shop the first time.”

“Well, you naked little fucker, I’m enjoying it.”

“Mouthy little fucker,” she laughed.

“You’re probably mouthier than I want to know,” I laughed.

She smiled.

“But this, Kelli, is
my
time,” I said.

“How so, sir?” she asked, tilting her head to the side smiling.

What a little wise-ass.

“Get up here in front of this window and undress me, Kelli,” I said as I stepped to the side of the desk.

She held her hand in the air.

I pulled her up to the desk. As soon as she stepped to the desk, she grabbed my belt buckle and undid it.

“I’m glad you’re barefoot, I hate those boots.”

“Holster’s in the kitchen,” I said, pointing to the kitchen.

“Good,” she said as she dropped my pants to the desk.

“Feet please,” she said as she knelt down to pick up my pants.

Adorable.

She stood up, tossed the pants toward the kitchen, and smiled.

“Shirt time, Sir. Arms,” she said, pointing to my arms.

I raised my arms straight up into the air.

She pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it toward the kitchen. It made half the trip.

She looked down at my feet, and then up my body slowly.

“Turn around,” she said.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Speak English?” she laughed.

For entertainment value alone, I rotated slowly.

“Okay, we’re good to go,” she said as she began to pinch her nipples between her fingers and her thumbs.

She no more than got
started, and
Citizen Cope’s Sideways
began to play on the iPod.

“I love this song,” I said, pointing to the iPod.

“So do I,” she smiled.

“Dance with me baby girl,” I said, holding my hand out.

As she grabbed ahold of my fingertips, she looked into my eyes.

“Naked in front of the window, we’re going to slow dance?” she asked as I pulled her close.

“You bet, and you better enjoy it, because as soon as this songs over, I’m going to beat your little pussy to a pulp,” I said firmly.

She looked up again and smiled.

And naked, in front of the window, as rush hour traffic began to flow, we slow danced as
Sideways
played.

KELLI.
“Oh God, please, I’m begging you. Don’t change what you’re doing. Please.”

We’d been going at it on my bed for at least an hour. I was exhausted, and about to explode in a terrific orgasm. I have never experimented with beads, and Erik had put anal beads inside me earlier, and they were still in. As anxious as I was to have them pulled out, I wanted this orgasm bad.

His cock slid in slowly, and as he slid out, the wooden paddle hit my ass again - hard.

Whack!

“Ohmyfuckinggod. Jesus.”

“What did I tell you, if you complain?” he asked.

Oh shit. Me and my fucking mouth.

Whack!

My ass, for the last forty-five minutes, felt like it was on fire. I had been hit hard with the paddle no less than twenty times. Maybe thirty. As first it was exciting, but now it just hurt. The
after pain
or the sting after was a turn on, but at the instant it hits my butt, I hate it.

His cock slowly and methodically slid in and out.

“Who?” he screamed.

“You, sir.”

“Say it like you mean it,” he screamed.

“You sir, you own me!” I screamed back.

As soon as I started to relax, he gripped my hair with his left hand. He pulled a little harder, and I arched my neck to relieve the pain.

As his cock slowly pressed into me, I closed my eyes and tried to find my place.

“Who is in charge of your mouthy little ass?” he screamed, his hips pressed hard against my ass.

“You sir!”
I screamed back, “Erik Ead.”

“That’s right, you little slut.
My slut.
Do you understand me?” he screamed as he pressed his balls against my clit and ground himself against my soaking swollen pussy.

“Yes, oh God, yes sir!” I screamed back.

“My slut,” he screamed.

“Yes. Yes, sir, your
slut. Your dirty little slut,” I screamed.

He leaned forward, and pressed his massive chest into my back. His breath in my right ear startled me.

“You mouthy little slut. I want you to tell me. What the fuck can you do to escape me?” he breathed into my ear.

“Nothing.
You own me. I’m yours. I can’t escape you.” I whined.

“That’s right. Who’s tight little pussy am I fucking right now?” he asked.

“Yours, it’s your pussy,” I responded.

I felt him shift.

Whack!

“Sir,
” say it, he screamed.

Oh my fucking God, I can’t win.

“Sir. It’s your pussy sir!” I screamed.

I felt his hands on my hips. His fingers dug into my cavity beneath my hip bone. Instantly, he flipped me to my back. I looked up, startled. He was between my legs on his knees. He grabbed his cock in his hand and inched closer to me.

God he makes me want to just die fucking him.

Now, on my back, I inched my way onto my elbows, and admired his chest and abs. I could cum just watching him take his shirt off.
Just kill me. Now. Just kill me.

On his knees he pressed the head of his cock past my lips and stopped. He leaned back and growled, while looking at the ceiling. Like a big pissed-off lion, he growled. As soon as his lungs were exhausted of their available air, he looked down into my eyes.

“Lesson time,” he screamed as he slapped himself on each side of his ass with his hands.

“Sir?”

“Lesson time. It’s fucking lesson time,” he laughed as he slid his hands inside of my calves.

He curved his arms, and picked up my legs, and inched his way, slowly, deeper inside of me. As his upper arms reached my inner leg, behind my knees, he raised my legs to his shoulders. With my ass in the air, he began to fuck me.

Like I was his property.

Like he owned me.

He rolled his shoulders forward, pressing my knees into
my
shoulders.

“Oh my fuck, Erik.
I’m going to…”

“Cum.”

“Oh God, yes. Yes. Oh God…”

“I…just…Oh…”

“God. Yes…Yes…Yes…”

I closed my eyes and rolled them back into my head, until it began to spin. I felt like I was on a roller coaster.
A cock coaster. I was riding
the
cock coaster. Oh my God. I just. Jesus. Peaks and valleys.

Peak.
Holy fuuuuccck.

“I’m…I’m…Cum…”

“Cumming…cum. God yes, fuck me,” I begged.

“You own me, you big muscular tattooed prick. Shove me full. Fuck me like you own me. Please. Use me
Erik, I’m your little slut. Fill me with cum.” I screamed as I opened my eyes and looked through my knees at him.

His jaw was clenched, and his stomach muscles flexed as he forced himself in and out of my wet pussy like it was his job to fuck me ragged.

He began fucking me like he was getting
paid
to do it.