Warning: this erotic short story contains dubious consent, first time sex, spanking, dominance and submission, bondage, and an alpha male biker, and is for adult readers only.
The motorcycle hummed and pulsed between my legs. My legs were spread around him, my chest against his back. I was all at once embarrassed and excited by the forced intimacy. My heart raced, and a tingling excitement grew between my legs.
Della is desperate to run away from home. Even if it means being carried away on the back of a motorcycle, with her hands wrapped around the waist of a dangerous stranger. A stranger with menacing pictures inked across his muscled chest. A stranger who is determined to claim Della for his own, to turn her from an innocent young woman into his eager plaything. Will Della resist the pleasure and the punishment, or will she give in to his domination?
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
The cold flat backbone of the knife slid against my stomach as he slit my shirt up the middle. The fabric parted, and I glanced down nervously to see my breasts exposed, cupped in my worn bra. He still held the knife in one hand, dangling carelessly close to the tender swell of my breasts. He passed his thumb lightly over the razor edge.
“Now, are you gonna listen to me, Della?” he asked.