Tied to Him

by Tia Siren

  I held on to the work bench, gritting at the slight twinges of pain as he worked his way inside. Then it stopped. His massive member filled me more than any other ever had, and I was surprised.

  He leaned in to me and kissed me on the lips while holding my legs in place. Then he started working himself in and out. I could feel my sex clenching around him, and he seemed to enjoy the sensation, as he let out a slight moan of pleasure. I did the same with each inch that left only to return.

  It was a light sensation at first, but it gradually built up until he was pounding me hard. I normally didn’t like it rough, but he felt so good that I begged him to go harder.

  I moaned and wailed with passion at each thrust, trying desperately to catch my breath in between, but I was just left panting.

  I could feel a sensation building up in my stomach that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I hadn’t felt it with Mark; nor had I felt it with any of my other boyfriends. This was a raw passion that swelled with each passing thrust until I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

  My breath left me altogether, and all of my muscles tense up, a surge of excitement running up and down every nerve in my body as I let out an unexpected, earth-shattering orgasm.

  Then he tensed up as well and released himself inside my welcoming womanhood.

  I sprawled out over the workbench, naked and sweating a cold sweat. My breath showed in the room with each exhale, and I laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.

  I was surprised when he picked me up and flipped me onto my stomach. The workspace was already slick with my excretions, but I smiled excitedly, thinking he might already be ready for round two.

  I couldn’t see what was going on, but I could feel it. He eased himself back into me, and instead of grinding me hard, he went slowly and gently. With his other hand, he rubbed my engorged clit.

  The sensations were almost too much to bear at this point; I could already feel another orgasm starting to form. Unlike our first encounter, this one went slowly.

  I didn’t last very long, and neither did he. Before long we had both collapsed in each other’s arms on the cold cement floor of his workshop.

  I wanted to say something, but my exhaustion forced me to let go, and I fell asleep wrapped in his arms.

  6.

  When I finally woke, still crumpled up on the floor, I immediately realized how cold I was. I curled my toes and stretched my legs to get feeling back in them. Without waking Axel, I pulled myself up and started getting dressed.

  I didn’t have a clue how to get home; nor did I have a means to get there. I figured I’d just wait until Axel woke up before bothering to figure it out.

  My head was full of questions that I couldn’t sort out. I wondered if I was really that attracted to Axel or if I was just looking for something to take my mind off Mark. Whatever the case, I had made my decision, and there wasn’t any going back.

  I wandered around the small shop, peeking through the doors and poking the various tools that were strewn about. Something odd caught my eye in the office. I couldn’t really make sense of it at first, but my name was on it.

  It was a slip of paper, crudely written, with my name and others that had numbers listed next to them. If I had to say what I thought it was, I would say there was some kind of bet happening that had to do with me.

  “I was hoping you wouldn’t see that,” Axel said, pulling his jeans on.

  “What is this?” I asked.

  “I don’t think I should say, but all you should know is that I put a stop to it,” he replied.

  “Really, Axel, I need to know,” I pleaded.

  He sighed and leaned against the door.

  “Some of the crew was taking bets on who would sleep with you first,” he said.

  I turned back to the page and felt disgusted just looking at it. I started ripping the page into smaller and smaller pieces out of rage.

  “What the hell!?” I screamed.

  He didn’t say anything. I walked over to him and pounded on his chest. He barely moved, just accepted whatever punishment I could dole out.

  “I told you, I put a stop to it,” he said.

  “How?” I asked, tears starting to form behind my eyes.

  “Didn’t you see all the bruises on the guys last night at the bar? Why else do you think most of the guys left you alone? I made them scared to even get close,” he said.

  I wiped a tear from my cheek.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I said.

  “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.”

  “Why did you want to?” I asked.

  “Because you deserve better than those creeps,” he replied.

  “Are you saying you did it because I should be with you?” I asked.

  He didn’t say anything, but I could see from the look in his eye that he wanted to say yes.

  “Just take me home,” I managed. I didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. I just needed to sleep in a regular bed and feel at least somewhat refreshed before tomorrow.

  He passed me the helmet from the previous day, and I stuffed my head into it.

  I didn’t say a word the entire ride, and neither did he. I preferred it that way. Before long I was sitting in my motel room, wishing I could relive the past two days. I just wanted to be back home, snuggled in my pajamas, eating ice cream and forgetting the world.

  7.

  “Are you serious?” she asked over the phone.

  “I already tore up the page, but they were seriously taking bets about who would sleep with me first,” I replied.

  “I’m glad you’re only there for the weekend. You must have the patience of a saint to still be there for your mother.”

  “I know,” I replied. “I’m not going to stay here a minute longer than I have to.”

  “But you still slept with Axel, right?” she asked.

  “I really don’t know what else to tell you, Joyce. It just kinda happened,” I said, trying my best to reassure my friend that I wasn’t some kind of pervert.

  “Okay, that’s seriously creepy. This guy is going to be your stepbrother tomorrow, and somehow you’ve already slept with him?”

  I paused for a minute and just exhaled into the phone.

  “Okay, I know that you disapprove, but he’s gorgeous, and he is amazing in other ways as well. What am I supposed to do?” I asked, pleading for an answer that I knew she didn’t have.

  “Hellen, you’re just getting out of a relationship with Mark. I’m sure this is all stemming from that. Maybe you just need to get out of there and back to some kind of normal life,” she said.

  “But I don’t want that. I want to spend more time with him. I want to sneak off and go for a ride with him, maybe end it with something fun for the both of us,” I said.

  “After tomorrow, that won’t be possible.”

  “I know,” I sighed. “I know.”

  “Then end it now, before it becomes more of a problem,” she said.

  I knew she was right, but I just didn’t want to do anything about it. I wanted to just let things go and see where it took me, like the open road had made me feel the other day. I wanted that freedom, and now it was being taken away.

  “Why is it that I find a great guy and it turns out my mother is marrying his dad?” I asked.

  “That’s quite a mess.”

  “All right,” I said, “I’m going to take care of this.”

  “Good. Then come home. We are all missing you at the hospital! See you soon, Hellen!”

  I clicked off the phone and lay back in bed. My mother would be marrying the father of the one man I was interested in right now.

  I wondered why I was really that interested in him. He was gorgeous, yes, but he had about as much personality as a belt sander.

  I really didn’t want to think about it right this minute. It was getting late, and I had to be up early to help with the wedding.

  I would have to make the decision tomorrow.

  8.

 
The next morning I met everyone at the small chapel after a long shower and plenty of time spent deep in thought. I wanted to ask my mother for advice, but I knew what she’d say. There were things you just shouldn’t tell your mother, and I was pretty sure this was near the top of the list.

  I went about helping them decorate the chapel with some streamers and simple decorations. After about an hour the only thing that could be heard outside was a steady stream of motorcycles buzzing about.

  I popped my head out the door and joined a couple of the other bridesmaids as they watched the club circle the chapel. This would be the third time my mother had married at this church, and I hoped it would be the last.

  Then I saw Duke and Axel riding down the road, both of them wearing well-fitted suits. Duke looked funny in his, with his heavy stomach pushing the pants down a little lower than they should be. Axel, on the other hand, wore his well.

  It was hard to take my eyes off him. I thought he could tell, because he shot me more than a few looks while people lined up for wedding photos.

  My mother looked fantastic in her dress. She was long past the days of wearing white, but the color still suited her. I wondered if I would look the same in a similar dress. But, at the rate things were going in my life, that might never happen.

  I did my best to keep my eyes down during the wedding, but it was hard to not look out at the gathered crowd of bikers. The bruised and bandaged bunch that Axel had roughed up sat toward the back. I tried to avoid their gazes the most but found it hard to do.

  I still couldn’t reconcile my feelings about how Axel had handled the situation just a couple days ago. I wondered if it had been good of him to handle those men in such a way.

  When my mom and Duke finally said “I do,” I felt a wave of relief. My brain cleared enough for me to realize what I had to do, and it had to be done today. I needed to tell Axel that I couldn’t see him anymore.

  I found him by the snack table during the reception, talking with a few of his buddies. He made me swoon, seeing him in his suit. At the same time, he looked out of place wearing something so formal amidst the band of leather-clad bikers.

  “Axel,” I said.

  He shooed his friends away, and I slowly walked up beside him.

  “It’s over, Hellen,” he said.

  I wasn’t expecting him to say anything so quickly.

  “I’m going to be the next leader of this club,” he added.

  “While I agree with you, how would that have anything to do with us?”

  “Your mom is my stepmom. If I showed up anywhere with you nearby, I would get a lot of looks. People would start asking questions that I don’t think I could answer,” he said.

  I nodded. At least we were both on the same page, but for severely different reasons. Still, I needed to let him know my own feelings.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  He gave me a quizzical look, and I continued.

  “You protected me from all the guys who would have probably done far worse,” I said. “It’s too bad I didn’t meet you sooner.”

  He guzzled down the last of his beer and set the glass on the table. Then he reached out and pulled me in for a hug.

  His warm embrace left me dumbfounded, and I wished, again, that it wouldn’t end.

  “Come visit sometime,” he said.

  I nodded and strained to hold back a couple of tears. I needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

  9.

  “Did you have a safe flight, sweetie?” my mom asked over the phone.

  “Yeah, Mom. I slept through the whole thing,” I replied.

  I had left before the reception ended. My mom was sad to see me go, but she understood I had a life to return to. I wished her all the best and gave her one long hug before I left. I even got another bear hug from Duke; he was almost as emotional as my mom was, but he expressed it very differently.

  “So tell me, will you come visit me soon?” she asked.

  I laughed. “Mom, I barely even got home.”

  “Oh, I know, but considering it was near three years since I saw you last, I was hoping you’d come back for the holidays this year,” she said.

  “Okay, Mom. I’ll be back this year for the holidays. I promise,” I said.

  A knock at the front door startled me, followed by the jingling of keys unlocking the lock. Joyce and her kids ran in and started attacking me with hugs; they were really sweet kids.

  “Mom, I’ll have to call you back. I have company,” I said.

  I clicked the receiver off after we said our good-byes and turned to Joyce, who looked about as tired as I expected her to be.

  “How long have you been back?” she asked.

  “I just walked through the door about ten minutes ago,” I replied.

  Joyce walked over to the window and looked down at the street.

  “Did you get a load of the package out front? It has your name on it,” she said.

  I stepped to the window, a confused look plastered over my face. Looking down I saw a package, still wrapped up and waiting.

  “That’s for me? You shouldn’t have,” I said, making my way for the door.

  “I didn’t,” she replied. “Secret admirer? Maybe Mark wants to win you back.”

  I bolted down the stairs, my curiosity giving me chills as I walked. I started forming all sorts of crazy theories, but none were as crazy as the truth.

  A card sat perched on top and read as follows:

  “Hellen,

  “Maybe this will give you a taste of freedom from your cage. From Axel.”

  I ripped at the paper to discover the gorgeous bike I had seen in his shop, shiny and new. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen, and it was apparently all mine.

  “I didn’t know you liked to ride,” Joyce said.

  “To quote you: You gotta keep an open mind,” I said.

  I threw a leg over the seat, and it felt comfortable. Then I realized there was a slight problem. I didn’t know how to ride…yet.

  *****

  THE END

  Outlaw Biker’s Bride

  1.

  Good people were hard to find, and sometimes you had to rely on bad people to get the job done. I was used to dealing with bad people. Jimmy wasn’t the worst, though. I had been used to much worse in my youth, and I swore I’d never go back.

  “Come on, man, how much farther?” I asked in a whisper.

  He leaned around the corner of the alleyway.

  “This is it, I think,” Jimmy replied.

  When you were desperate, you did a lot of dumb things. The dumb thing I was doing this time involved Jimmy, some dealers, and a whole lot of drugs I had stashed in my jacket.

  “Okay, just wait here. They don’t know I brought you, so don’t come out unless I say it’s safe. If this works out, you’ll make an easy two-large,” he said.

  I nodded and leaned against the wall. I just wanted this to be done so I could go home and relax. None of this would have been a problem if I hadn’t decided to quit my job. And I probably wouldn’t have quit if my boss knew how to keep his hands to himself. Now I was stuck with college tuition that I couldn’t afford.

  Jimmy strode out from the alleyway confidently. I was surprised he was able to muster up much of anything in this situation. I couldn’t stay my curiosity about where we were, so I peeked around the corner as Jimmy had done.

  I was looking out at a loading dock, not particularly big, but large enough to fit a pair of small trucks inside. A few large men were standing around in the dim light that exuded from the dock interior, looking as intimidating as possible.

  I wanted to laugh at how silly boys acted when they did things that some would consider illegal. They always seem to puff up their chests and show off their small muscles. If only they’d seen what I had seen in the past, they’d know what a real man looked like.

  There I went again, thinking about people I swore I’d never think about again. Like a splinter stuck in my mind, I
always felt the need to pick at it. Some people were like that, too. You thought you’d managed to forget about them, but they always came back, and usually it was harder to forget them the second time.

  I heard their voices echo in the darkness—another thing boys liked to do when trying to sound tough. They always like to speak loud and with deep voices. I smacked my head against the wall to stop thinking about it, and that just gave me a headache.

  “Jimmy, what the hell are you doin’ here?” I heard from the tallest of the bunch. “You shoulda been here a while back. You’re late.”

  “I…er…got your stuff,” he said. “I know it’s late, but I thought you might be able to make an exception this time?”

  I could hear the trepidation in his voice. His cool exterior had already melted, and he was back to being the timid guy I knew.

  “Yeah? Then where is it?” replied the man with a sigh.

  “It’s nearby,” Jimmy replied with a cracked voice. “I wanted to see the money first.”

  The tall man cracked his knuckles and stared at Jimmy for a second, but then he walked back inside. The silence was almost too much to bear for the few moments the man was gone, but then his footsteps echoed into the night again as he strode back onto the dock. I could barely make out a small envelope in his hand.

  “Where’s my stuff?” he asked again.

  Jimmy smiled and motioned for me to come and join him, so I took a deep breath to center myself. I could feel my heart beating in my ears as I stepped out from behind the corner.

  “Show them, Celia,” Jimmy said.

  I reached into my purse and pulled out the bag he’d given me earlier and held it up. One of the brutes waddled over to me and grabbed the parcel, taking it to the man in charge.

  I could make out the man’s face a little better now. I didn’t recognize it, but he looked chiseled and eastern European. The man in charge turned to me and smiled. It felt like he was eyeing me up. I didn’t like it in the slightest.

  He held out the envelope, and the same brute from before took it and handed it to me.

  I stayed silent as Jimmy took the envelope out of my hand and started counting the money. After a second, he turned to me and nodded.

  “Let me give you guys a ride, wherever you want to go,” said the rich stranger.