Yes Sir

by Cassandra Bloom

  What do I make you do? Tell me.

  You make me take videos of me touching myself. You make me send you pictures of me bending over and video of me moaning. I never did any of that before I started chatting to you.

  I’d like to see you bent over and moaning right now, baby. I’d like to bend you over the seat of my bike and see you ride it until you moan.

  Oh, yeah, Daddy. You know I want to.

  If I ride up to you right now, will you climb on my bike and ride off somewhere I can have my way with you?

  She spun around again. What the fuck? Was he really right there, where he could see her and almost touch her? Her skin prickled. Okay. Where are you?

  From somewhere out of sight, the roar of a Harley rattled the buildings. Eva stood still with her phone dangling in her hand. What had she gotten herself into? Was some biker brawler really going to pick her up and drag her off to do God knows what on her first day of work? What if he made her late? What if he turned out to be some sleazy old guy with stringy hair and a sagging ass?

  The thought crossed her mind to run for it then and there. She could make it to the Rockford Communications building before he got there. She could duck inside and be sitting in the waiting room before Matlock Rockford to call her into his office.

  She hesitated just a moment too long. The Harley blared to life, and the thunder of cylinders rumbled around the corner into the street in front of her. Before her eyes, a burly figure in a black helmet with the tinted visor pulled down rode up to her and eased in at the curb in front of her.

  Eva stared at him in horror. This was RipRoarer, the mystery stalker she’d been texting and chatting to for weeks. He knew her most intimate secrets. He knew how her last boyfriend epically failed to turn her on or get her anywhere close to orgasm. RipRoarer knew how her ex’s cock was too small to stimulate her inner pleasure points, and he got off too fast himself before Eva even got fully wet. RipRoarer knew how she touched herself and how she got herself off when no one else was around. She’d even sent him a video of herself in the shower.

  She couldn’t see anything of him behind that visor. A black leather jacket hid his chest and arms, but he was big enough. Did the body she saw in his pictures really lurk under that jacket. His powerful legs showed up thick and sturdy under his black leather pants. When he swung off the seat and stood in front of her on the sidewalk, she saw the bulge in his pants. He was definitely big enough.

  A quiver of excitement tickled inside her panties. She knew what he kept hidden inside those pants. She’d seen it in action enough times. He sent her a video of himself jerking off to the video of her in the shower. That video made her so horny she sent him a video back of herself sitting on the arm of the couch and rocking until she screamed into her phone.

  How could you share so much with a man you never met before? She could hardly reconcile the man she knew on her phone to this monster pulling off his helmet. First, he flipped up the visor, and she beheld those eyes. She dreamed about those eyes since the first time he sent her a picture of his face. They burned with soft light. They drilled into her soul across the airwaves.

  Those eyes saw everything she kept buried in her tortured soul. They saw the devil disguised as an angel. To him, the devil was an angel. He wanted to worship that devil. To him, the angel didn’t exist.

  He unbuckled the chin strap and hooked his thumbs inside his helmet. He pried it apart and slid it over his head. He shook his curly brown hair free and faced her as the rebel bike ranger she saw on her phone. It really was him, only ten times better than she ever imagined possible.

  A slight smile touched his lips. He kept his face shaved clean, but rough sideburns cut down his cheekbones and ended in sharp points aimed at his mouth. Tribal tats wrapped their geometric fingers around his stout neck.

  He took a few steps toward her and stuck out his hand. “You must be Eve.”

  She shook that hand with her mouth hanging open, but she could see plain as day that the body he showed her in his messages really lay concealed under his leather jacket. When he stuck out his hand, his chiseled shoulder popped out and curved down to a rippling bicep. Between the leather lapels, his muscular chest gave its unmistakable shape to his white shirt.

  Was he wearing a dress shirt under his leathers? She couldn’t get a clear look at it to tell. She couldn’t see anything but that crisp white shirt tapering down to a tight waist surrounded by a black leather belt.

  Daddy talked a lot about his belt. Daddy’s belt turned him on. He liked to talk about what he would do to his naughty little Princess with his belt. He warned her not to be a bad girl if she didn’t want the belt.

  She tried so hard to be good for him, but she always wound up being bad, so bad! She dreaded the belt, but her very fear made her squirm with a naughty kind of enjoyment, too.

  Never in her life had she even thought these thoughts. She thought women who thought like that were sick. They belonged at the Rape Crisis Center. No woman could truly want to be treated like that.

  Yet here she was, begging some guy on her phone to treat her like that. She called him Daddy and told him she was a bad girl, knowing full well what he would do to her.

  And here he was, the leader of an outlaw biker gang, standing in front of her in person. Should she run for it now? She couldn’t shake herself free. She could only stand there and stare at him. He was everything she imagined he would be and so much more.

  His living breathing presence worked its magic on her. She was just playing around when she invited him to come and pick her up. Now that he stood in front of her, though, she realizes she couldn’t refuse.

  Deep in her heart, she wanted this. She wanted to break out of her pathetic good-girl shell and be bad as bad could be. She wanted to taste that bulging cock of his and let him do whatever he wanted to her.

  She would never see him again. She would get what she wanted from him and give him what he wanted from her. Then she would walk away to her posh office job and forget he existed. If she decided she didn’t like him, she would block his number and that would be that.

  Just this once, she would cut loose the chains binding her. She would bend over his gleaming black Harley and let the devil take her.

  He watched the wheels turning in her mind, but he didn’t say anything. He sized her up with a sweep of his eyes down to her pumps and back up to her face. He saw her tasteful layered brown hair and her crystal clear green eyes.

  He saw her carefully made-up cheeks and eyelashes and just the right amount of gloss on her lips. He saw the zippered pouch in her hand and the handbag perched on her shoulder. He knew everything about her in the blink of an eye. Even if she hadn’t revealed herself to him on the phone, he already knew.

  Without a word, he took a few steps back and swung his leg over the bike. He settled on the seat and rested his helmet against his stout thigh. He cast a questioning glance up at her and switched on the ignition.

  Eva stood stock still, but her mind already followed the curve of his ass against the leather seat. It followed the seams of his leather pants where they traced the bulge in his crotch, down his thighs and around to his stitched leather pockets. In her heart of hearts, she understood every inch of that territory. She loved it. She craved it.

  With one last kiss blown to Rockford Communications, she cast caution to the wind. She shoved her phone in the inner pocket of her suit jacket and walked over next to the bike.

  Her pumps tapped on the sidewalk. Eva watched herself from a distance. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to get on a strange man’s bike, an avowed criminal and gang member, and let him drive her away? He would drive her away from the job she worked so hard to win, the future she dreamed about all these long years.

  He cocked his head to one side. That maddening smile touched his lips. He threw back his head and shook the hair out of his face before sliding the helmet down over his head. He snapped the visor down, and she lost sight of those eyes, her lifeli
ne to everything that made sense.

  Chapter 2

  Riproarer held out his hand to Eva and guided her across the gutter. In a dream, she lifted her leg and swung over the seat in front of him. He settled her in front of him and took hold of the handlebars.

  She observed the mechanical intuition of his hands turning the ignition key, squeezing the clutch and putting the bike into gear. It didn’t lurch at all but glided away from the curb in a deafening clatter of its thumping motor.

  The chopper’s vibrations traveled up her legs and into her crotch exactly the way she imagined they would. He leaned his chest against her back, and his powerful presence infused her with a kind of madness.

  She must be bad to turn her back on everything good and ride away with him like this. She must be just as bad as he said she was. The vibrations tortured her clit, and she sat down on the throbbing leather seat to press her moist tissues into her wet panties. The bike vibrated so hard it made her thighs numb, but this moment answered all the fervent dreams she dreamed since she first fantasized about RipRoarer.

  How far he drove, she never knew, but it wasn’t far enough. He pulled off into an alley between two restaurants and switched off the bike. Eva stared down at his hands. Muscular fingers gripped the handlebars. He kept his hands clean and his nails trimmed. This was some kind of biker.

  Her legs still vibrated from the engine between her legs long after he turned it off. She watched his hands leave the handlebars in slow motion and migrate to her hips. They traveled down her legs, and he raked his fingernails up her thighs back to her waist.

  He followed the curve of her waist up under her arms. She lifted her arms to make room for him to cradle her breasts in two tender cups. Eva’s head spun in dizzy delirium when he massaged them and rolled the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

  Forget the job. This was where she wanted to be, riding some strange man to the limit of erotic ecstasy. Her twitching box hugged the mound where the gas tank rose out of the leather seat. It formed the perfect pommel to ride off into the sunset.

  His hands disappeared, and a moment later, he hung his helmet on the handlebars. His bare face nuzzled into her neck and he purred under his breath. “Eve, my Eve, are you gonna give me your forbidden fruit?”

  She closed her eyes. Her nipples between his fingers and she rocked her clitoris against the gas tank. “Yes! Yes!”

  “Are you turned on right now, baby? Are you wet for Daddy?”

  “Yes, I’m so wet.”

  His lips brushed her ear, and his hot breath rocketed through her guts to her crotch. “Let me hear you say it, baby. Let me hear you beg for it.”

  “Fuck me. Bend me over right now and fuck me against your bike.”

  He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. “That’s not begging, Princess. I want to hear you grovel for your Daddy.”

  “Oh, please! Oh, please, I want it so bad.”

  “What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want in that steaming hot pussy of yours.”

  “I want your cock. Oh, please, give me your rock hard cock. I need it so bad. I’ll do anything you say.”

  “Yes, you will. You’re a good little girl, aren’t you? You always do what Daddy says.”

  He let go of her breasts. He pushed her forward until she lay down on her chest against the bike. The gas tank chilled her chest, but her sizzling tits hugged its curves. Her clit rubbed the seat where she straddled it.

  She arched her back to raise her ass toward him. She resigned herself to the inevitable. He would take her, right here and now, just the way he always promised in his texts.

  How many nights had she touched herself thinking about this moment? How he drove her nuts at work and at rest with his nasty remarks and promises of what he would do to her when he finally got his hands on her.

  He pulled her back by the hips against his leather crotch. His bulge bumped into her ass. He stroked his big flat hand up and down her back to her upturned ass. “That’s nice. That’s real nice. You look so tasty lying there like that.”

  He caressed her hips and thighs, and this time, when he dragged his fingers up her legs, he tugged her skirt up, too. He settled it around her hips and petted the soft cotton of her pink-patterned panties. “So sweet. So sweet and pretty.”

  He touched her once down there where her legs spread for his filthy machine. He fingered the wetness saturating her panties, and that’s as far as he would go.

  A long pause followed. Then Eva heard a click. She glanced over her shoulder in time to see him aim his phone at her and take a picture of her spread out for him. She gasped in surprise, but it was too late.

  He kept his phone raised. “Beg for me, baby. I’m gonna take a video of you begging with your ass sticking up at me like that. Maybe I’ll yank off later watching you get off on my bike. Show me how you rub your wet pussy on my bike.”

  She couldn’t look. She craned her head back and closed her eyes. The words tumbled out of her mouth of their own free will. “Fuck me, please, Daddy. I’m so hot for your badass cock. Oh, God, it’s so hard. You’re making me so wet. Oh, God, I need you. Fuck me. Oh, God!”

  “That’s good, baby. That’s what you like. You like being Daddy’s little girl.”

  “Yes, oh, yes!”

  He fingered her panties, but no matter how she writhed, he wouldn’t go inside to touch her further. He wet his fingers and pulled away.

  After another pause, his phone beeped and he put it away. He raised her off the bike and pulled down her skirt. He straightened her up as best he could and unhooked his helmet from the handlebars. “Maybe another time, now that I know I can take you whenever I want. I have to be somewhere right now, but I’ll come back for you later, sometime when we have all the time we need to do you right.”

  Before she could answer, the bike roared to life and drowned out all other sound . It thumped into the street and back to the same place where he picked her up. He inched into the curb and helped her off onto the sidewalk.

  Neither could say anything over the noise, and she couldn’t see his eyes behind the visor. He let go of her hand, gave her a quick nod, and thundered away down the block.

  Eva stood rooted to the spot. Her whole body still quivered with frustrated excitement, but she couldn’t do anything but walk away.

  She paused for a long time in front of the Rockford Communications building. How could she go in there and face her first day of work after what happened? She couldn’t, but she had to. She had only ten more minutes until Mr. Matlock Rockford called his new executive assistant into his office for their first orientation meeting. She had to be there and ready when he called her.

  She pulled herself together with an effort and marched through the front door. She managed to greet and smile at everyone who greeted and smiled at her, and she managed to avoid melting into a puddle of nerves when she took the elevator to the twentieth floor.

  She took in the reception area with one glance. She would be spending a lot of time on the twentieth floor in the next few years or so. The receptionist greeted her with a smile, too. These Rockford people certainly were a friendly bunch.

  She gave her name to the receptionist and sat down to wait. Five more minutes, and she could put RipRoarer out of her mind once and for all. Why did he have to pick right now to burst into her life? She could handle him on the phone. In person—that was another matter.

  Ten o’clock ticked over. The receptionist called out to her. “You can go in now. Mr. Rockford is waiting for you.”

  She pushed open the office doors and walked into what looked like a giant living room with sunshine lighting up the park beyond the big sweeping windows. At first, she didn’t see anybody else in the office until a male voice called out from somewhere in the back corner. “Come and sit down over here and we can get started.”

  Even before she turned around, she recognized that voice. Eve, my Eve. She spun around and saw him sitting on the couch with one ankle crossed ov
er his knee. He threw one arm across the back of the couch and smiled at her. It was RipRoarer.

  Chapter 3

  “You!”

  His grin widened. “Surprised? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you.”

  “You’re.....”

  He crossed the room and stuck out his hand. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Matt Rockford, and you’re Eva Charles, aren’t you?”

  She stared up at him. His hand felt alien and uncomfortable in hers. “You’re Matlock Rockford?”

  “Call me Matt. Everybody does.”

  She couldn’t blink. “You’re...you’re RipRoarer. You’re the one I’ve been texting all these weeks, sending dirty pictures to, and now you’re my boss? I can’t do this. I have to go.”

  He jumped in front of her. “Don’t go yet, Eva. At least sit-down and let’s talk about this. I would hate to see you walk away from this job over some silly misunderstanding.”

  Her embarrassment exploded into rage. “You just trapped me outside so you could touch me and take pictures of me, all the time knowing I was on my way here to work for you. You prick! I should report you to the Labor Board. They could shut down your whole operation.”

  He put out his hand to her. “I’m sorry, Eva. Please sit down. We can talk about this. If you want to, we can put the whole thing behind us and start over. You can forget RipRoarer ever existed.”

  “What makes you think I want to forget RipRoarer ever existed? Maybe I want to forget you ever existed, but I can’t even do that. I was having a good time with RipRoarer, and you had to come along and ruin it for me. I can never go back to the way it was before I found out you were really him in disguise.”

  He straightened up. “I’m sorry, Eva. I shouldn’t have done that.”

  His apology only made her angrier . “You know, I really cared about you. I told RipRoarer things I never told anybody. I felt things for RipRoarer I never knew I could feel, and now all of that is gone forever.” Her voice cracked.