“I want to take you out on a ride today.”
“Why?”
“Because you said you liked it.”
“I did, it was fun.” She takes a deep breath, “I’ve always loved motorcycles, I think it’s because my father always used to ride them when I was a kid. They excite me.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhm,” she nods, mouth filled with waffles.
“Noted.” A smile forms on my lips as I watch her eyes gleam under my touch.
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The sun is supposed to set in half an hour, and I need her to be ready. I pickout an outfit for her, a different one from yesterday since I don’t want her to be reminded of whathappened. It’s a set I bought for her. A matching hoodie and sweatpants in a pastel-pink color.
She puts them on and I have to force myself not to touch her. “I love seeing you in that color,” I say, and a blush forms on her cheeks.
“Where are we going?”
“Out, I’m taking you on a ride as I promised.” The smile on her face fuels my will to live.
“In the sunset?”
“Yes, in the sunset, babydoll,” I confirm, tilting her head backwards with a finger underneath her chin. Then I kiss her, not being able to resist the urge. My cock instantly begs for more of her, but I ignore it.
“Can I please choose what motorcycle, sir?”
“Only because you ask me so nicely.”
Her smile turns even brighter, jumping in place from excitement. She runs towards the secret door which leads to the garage, and disappears out of my sight. But it triggers me.
“Anastasia,” I callout her name, but she doesn’tanswer. “Anastasia!” My voice is deeper now, but still no reply.
I run towards the same exit she left through and find her sitting on the neon-pink motorcycle I custom made for her a few years ago. The order was placed the same second I found out it’s her favorite color.
“I need you to answer me when I call for you.” I breathe out as I find her, distracted by what was made for her.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“I will have to punish you later.” Her eyes darttomine instantly, an apologetic look on her face. “That’s what happens, baby. The rules won’t change just because something within both of us did. But that doesn’t mean Iwantto punish you.”
“Then why do it? Why can’t you just be a knight with his shining motorcycle?” she giggles.
I take slow steps towards her as she sits on her bike, “because those are the rules.”
“But if you don’t want to...” she whispers.
I grab her hair and pull it gently. “A side of me wants to love you gently, Anastasia. The other side isaddictedto you. And that sideof me wants to see you break. So, it’s important to find a balance, babydoll. Punishments and rewards keep the balance, it keeps the beast inside me under perfect control.”
She takes a deep breath as she looks up at me, eyes begging.
“I got this motorcycle for you. It’s your favorite color.”
She blinks a few times, like she has to change her focus to the new topic. “How do you know my favorite color?”
“I know everything about you, Anastasia. Even the things you think I don’t.” I feel my eyes darken as I take her innocent look and add it to the countless things I have stored in my memory of her.
