Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC 1)

I watched her turn around and look in my direction, as if she felt me there, but I knew I was completely concealed. After a moment of hesitation, she turned back around and went into her house. I was too hard and too worked up. I had to do something about it. I kept rubbing the front of my pants, but I knew I needed more to get any kind of relief.

I had to see her just one more time, just for a second, and then I could go. I checked around my car, making sure no one was around, and silently got out, making my way to the side of her house. I saw a light flip on just as I made it around, and I ducked down below the window sill. I tried to control my breathing, but my heart was beating out of my chest. I had no idea what I was doing there; I just knew I had to do it. Leaning up a little, I peeked inside the window. My breathing stopped completely when I realized it was her bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, unlacing her black combat boots, and when I pulled my cock out I didn’t stop to think about what I was doing. All of a sudden I had my dick in my hand.

When she stood up, I had a moment of panic, but then any concerns I had left my head as she unbuttoned her tight jeans and started to peel them down her legs. They were like a second skin on her so she had to wiggle to get them down her thighs. I was jerking my cock and panting so hard, I was fogging up the glass. I pulled my hand away and spat on it to get a better glide, and when I looked back up she was bent completely over, trying to get the jeans off her feet. Her boy-short underwear showed off her lush ass and gave me a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy. Once I put my slick hand back on my cock, it didn’t take three more pumps before I was cumming on the side of her house.

I looked down to see the mess I made, and then suddenly her bedroom light flipped off. I panicked and stuffed my still-swollen cock back in my slacks and zipped up. After a second I heard the television, so I guess she must have gone to her living room to relax before bed. I looked down at the side of her house again, and saw where my cum landed. I smiled a little, thinking I had marked my territory and left it there. “Good night, Mackenzie,” I whispered, and made my way back to my car.

I’ve done that every night for the past week, until tonight when I was finally able to make my move. I’ve been tailing her off and on for seven fucking days, and this is the first time she’s gone somewhere I can approach her. She’s constantly with someone from the Ghost Riders MC, and I need her alone for what I have planned.

Looking down at her now, I know what I need to do in order to keep her. She just needs to catch up to where I’m already at.

I reach down and unbuckle my belt.

“Easy, big guy, I said mouth only.”

I smile at her, and pull my belt free from my pants. “You gonna tell me your name, or do I have to come up with something else to call you. Dollface? Sugar? Baby cakes?”

“You call me any of those names, and I’ll remove your favorite appendage from your body.”

“So, you gonna tell me then?”

“Mac,” she says, but I can tell she’s reluctant.

“You gonna tell me what your whole name is, or do I have to sound like I’m fucking a dude when I moan your name?”

She cracks a smile at my joke, and I can see her soften a little. “Mackenzie, but don’t go spreading that around.”

“You got it, Mackenzie.” She smiles a little, and I can tell she likes the sound of it. I bet I’m the only person she’s let call her that. Good. I want it to be only for me. “I’m Vincent. But I’ll answer to anything that comes out of your mouth—God, Jesus, More, Please, Again…whatever,” I say, and bring my belt up to her wrists. Her smile drops when she sees what I’m about to do.

“What the fuck are you doing? I didn’t say you could tie me up.”

Just my luck there’s a hook on the back of the door that’s down low enough for her wrists to reach. She’s a short girl, but the height of the hook won’t make her strain at all. I wrap my belt around her wrists, and she starts to struggle a little.

“Easy, Mackenzie,” I whisper, and she calms a little. I place her tied-up wrists on the hook and let her see how much slack she has. She could easily lift her arms off the hook, and I left enough room in the belt for her to slip her hands out without any difficulty. She feels the ease with which she can escape and her body relaxes. “You can get away from me any time you want. But the point of this is that I want your hands there, and I want you to keep them there because I said so. Not because you can’t get away, but because you want to do what I say.”

I watch the pulse in her neck quicken at my words and her breathing picks up. She’s probably never had someone dominate her before, and I’m sure if you ask her outright, she’ll tell you to fuck off. But right now, with me, she’s getting off to it.

“Think you can handle that?”

“You use that mouth for anything else besides talking shit?”

I give her my wicked smile. Fuck, but her comments just make my dick even harder. I lean in close to her mouth again. “You keep those hands where I put them, and enjoy the ride.” I grab her face with both hands and crush my lips to hers again. She said no kissing on the lips, but her mouth melts to mine and I feel her tongue seeking entrance. The kiss is a branding, a mark of possession, letting her know that in this moment she is mine to control. I give her what she wants and lick her back. Her own hot mouth brands me. Like she owns me. She does.