His Captive Pet

by Sophia Gray

  Vance stayed there, and three minutes later she re-entered the living room with a tray of sushi. They practically devoured the meal and crashed back on the couch when they finished.

  “This morning I went to the motorcycle club I was talking about... and signed both of us up for it,” Vance suddenly said. Teresa was gladly surprised: she had been thinking about joining a motorcycle club again, and she would rather do it with Vance.

  “That’s perfect!” She placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m aching to ride again.”

  “You have practically healed already, so I’m sure you will be able to do it very soon. Just take it easy.”

  Vance was very understanding. He had been nothing but kind and caring to her during that first month of recovery. He had gone every day to see her, had helped her with the chores and the cooking, and had never mentioned her father again, something that she really appreciated. Now she was glad to be with him again, and riding together would be the perfect gift for her.

  “And, you know, when you are healed, we will both be able to ride to that lookout you like so much.” Vance started talking in a low voice, his hand drawing patterns on her leg. “Throw in a blanket and repeat what we did on your car... but in the open,” he suggested.

  Teresa looked at him, raising an eyebrow, a sudden heat rushing throw her veins. The idea of making love to Vance in the open was so arousing that her heart started racing and she could feel the heat melting on her sex.

  “What if someone sees us?” she asked, playing along. Her hand caressed the back of his neck, and she smirked when she saw goosebumps rising on his skin.

  “We will tell them to go away,” he answered nonchalantly. His hand was now nearing her skirt, and he placed a kiss on her forehead.

  “I never thought you would enjoy indecent exposure, Vance,” she said playfully, feigning her shame.

  “There are many things about me you have yet to discover... and I’m dying to show them to you,” he shot back. His eyes were burning with desire and Teresa felt her insides melt. Vance’s lips found their way to her eyes, her nose, and her lips, and she parted them, letting him in.

  He was resting his hand on her thigh, leaving a trail of light touches as his finger soon met the edge of her black skirt. The fabric fitted tightly around her body and muscles, and she could see his hungry look when he stared down. She threw him a challenging smile, one of her eyebrows lifting up.

  Without another word, his hand slid forward, ready to disappear between her legs. For a second, she almost let him get away with it. She wanted desperately to feel the flat of his fingers rubbing over her clit, after all the teasing and light kisses and nibbles here and there. But there was something she wanted even more, and that was making him beg for it. He played the annoyed, distraught part whenever she chose to neglect him, but the wanton glint in his eyes was enough to tell her he loved it.

  So she slapped his hand away before he could get under her skirt.

  "Really?" He sighed, but there was the shadow of a chuckle at the back of his throat. He shook his hand in front of her, licking his knuckles where she had hit him, in a vain attempt to look hurt.

  That didn't make her feel bad, of course. She grinned, leaning towards him. Trapping his lower lips between her teeth, she whispered, "You have to earn it."

  Like a good student who obeys instantly, he grabbed her by the ass and slid her even closer to him, each of her legs on either side of him. She replied by deepening the kiss, tracing the edge of his teeth with her tongue. She was satisfied when a loud, guttural moan came from Vance's throat.

  "What do you want me to do, love?" he uttered inside the kiss, moving to a specific spot on her neck. He licked lavishly, his hands all over her waist, stretching the soft fabric of the shirt she was wearing.

  In reply, Teresa pushed him away. He grunted a bit but stayed quiet while staring at her with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. It was her turn to show him, instead of talking. So, she started to undo the buttons of her white shirt. Very carefully, very slowly, so much that Teresa could see the fervent, maddening look he was throwing. His head moved down in unison with her hands, with every button that was opened, revealing a bit of her bra and cleavage.

  When the shirt was completely undone, he devoured her with his eyes. She had on a red, lace trim bra under her white shirt. Teresa could feel his grasp tightening over her flesh as if he was trying to control the primal impulse to just shove her down and pin her against the floor to fuck her. He didn't move, though, and she nodded approvingly.

  "Get to work, boy," she hissed out seductively, taking advantage of the closeness to bite at his earlobe lightly.

  He didn't need any further encouragement and rushed to bury his head on the crook of her neck. Vance's lips trailed down her neck, sucking and licking at her collarbone. It would certainly leave an ugly, purple mark later - something neither of them cared about. He took care of the shirt hanging on her shoulders, pulling it off of her and tossing it aside. She draped her arms over his shoulders, stretching the space between them. He nuzzled her neck, leaving a trail of saliva as his mouth and tongue traveled down. He met her breasts soon enough; Teresa arched her back, panting, to invite him.

  He didn't even bother to remove the piece of lingerie before his mouth trapped a nipple, sucking and licking with enthusiasm. Teresa patted him on the head, chuckling, and rubbed circles over his scalp. To give him more encouragement, she began to rock her hips, following the rhythm of his sucking. He sank his fingers into her back, switching from one breast to the other as he let out breathless pants.

  It didn't take very long before the bra was tossed aside. Teresa held in a moan when she felt Vance's hot and moist breath closer to the sensitive skin around her chest. He went to work fast, resuming the licking and nibbling of her nipples in different, rhythmic motions. She dragged him closer, still straddling his lap, now definitely wetter than moments ago. Sensing her arousal, he attempted to reach for her skirt again, his mouth still busy sucking her nipples.

  She slapped his hands away once more, and he groaned in return.

  "Patience," Teresa teased in his ear, tugging at his shirt. He complied and straightened, taking it off haphazardly.

  He leaned forward again, eager to go back to what he had been doing. But Teresa decided to spice things up a little bit and grabbed him by the chin. She pressed a rough, hard kiss on his lips; his stubble was harsh against her own soft skin, but she enjoyed the friction.

  Then her hand slid down, her fingers tracing every muscle and curl of his chest until she met the brim of his pants. She caressed his hipbones, feathering over the brim of Vance's pants. He licked his own lips in anticipation, and she grinned, content.

  The bulge in his trousers was obvious by now, and Teresa's fingers lingered briefly on the button and fly, her palm massaging the swollen erection hidden behind the fabric. He was thrusting slightly against her hand, feeling the tingles of pleasure from the friction. She had him enthralled, eyes closed and breath hitching slowly, and she took her hand away and grasped his chin again.

  Placing another kiss on his lips, she slurred out, "You know what to do, then."

  His eyes fluttered when Teresa shifted up, still straddling him but now above him, her knees sinking on the couch and she kneeled over him. Submissively, he slipped his hands from her thighs to the skirt and finally slid it down. It fell down to her knees after a few quick jerks, and Teresa stared at him amusedly while he struggled. A pair of red panties welcomed him, and he took no time to bend down and close his lips around the fabric. She smelt her own arousal, and the tip of his tongue on her entrance sent shivers down her spine.

  She wound a hand in his hair, guiding him to where she wanted. He laughed softly and glanced up, a cheeky smile crossing his face. He pressed light kisses on her front, wetting the panties' fabric carelessly; his nails buried on each side of her, dragging the underwear down in very slow movements. It was his time to play hard to get, and a throbbing warmth coile
d down her body where his lips brushed against her curls.

  Finally, after she gave him a few scornful tugs on the hair, he slid them down. Soon his tongue was searching between her, tracing her entrance. To give him easier access, she spread her legs wider, still resting her whole body on her knees. She braced her arms against his shoulders, and ducked down, rubbing her nose alongside.

  Then he moved away.

  "We need to rethink this, Tess." He grinned, and with a sudden spurt of strength, he got up from the couch, grabbing her by the ass. She instinctively tangled her legs around his waist, giggling despite herself.

  Fortunately, they were back to business shortly after. Vance had laid her on the rug in the living room, crawling in slow movements towards her cunt as he cast hungry looks, and she almost whimpered in expectation. She spread her legs out for him, almost demanding, and her hand clutched his hair once he placed himself.

  Taking a deep breath of her smell, he nuzzled down and started with a long, slow lick. Her body answered with short thrusts of her hips, but he kept the slow pace. He switched from licking to swipes and swirls, then pressing open-mouthed kisses to her moist folds.

  Teresa felt herself melting and squirming under his tongue, but she wasn't about to start begging for more. For more touches, harder and rougher, for his fingers inside of her. No, she kept her mouth closed, delighting herself in the sight of the crown of Vance's head between her legs bobbing up and down.

  That image was enough to get her all hot and bothered, and she decided to take some initiative, guiding her own hands to her breast. She started to knead them gently, moaning loudly every time Vance's tongue swirled around her swollen clit.

  He buried his tongue inside of her, and then returned to her clit with a few flicks over the small bud of pleasure. He hummed, pleased when Teresa's panting and moans became more and more hitched, even if she was trying very hard to conceal them. Some part of her wanted to let go and allow him to take her, but another part was too enthralled by being in control. Even more, she did not want to let him feel too cocky in his ability to make her come undone.

  No, she thought, in bliss as she sensed the climax getting closer, she still wanted to make him work harder. The orgasm finally hit her like a bolt of pleasure running through her body, and she bucked her hips to relish in the aftershock while Vance kept licking her as she came in his mouth.

  He crawled up to her, meeting Teresa at eye level. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were shining with a confident glint. There was a smug smirk on his lips, and she tried to erase it with a rough kiss that took him by surprise. Resting her hands on his neck, she pushed him down, nibbling on his lips. He slid his tongue deep into her mouth, not concealing the satisfied groan coming from his throat.

  "What do you want me to do now, love?" he asked as their tongues grappled, their bodies tangled.

  "Fuck me." She breathed. Vance was about to reach for his trousers, frenzied, but she stopped him by the wrist. "With your fingers," she demanded.

  He almost rolled his eyes in desperation, and she laughed. However, despite that, he didn't complain and returned to the space between her legs. He only gave some brisk strokes to the bulge in his pants, to take the worst off the edge before he could be relieved. She propped herself up on her elbows, resting the weight of her torso on her forearms. It would get sore after some minutes, but she trusted the show would be worth tomorrow's pain.

  Vance parted her legs wider by the knees, and she felt her cunt twitching. Without his breath, it felt almost too cold, but when Vance started rubbing with the flat of two fingers over her clit, she soon forgot about everything. She was still sensitive after the firm time, but the numbness had lifted enough so that she could feel his touches again in all their glory.

  The pleasure was even heightened, and she had to hold back a cry when he slid one finger inside. It entered easily, with her folds already so wet and slick. Teresa could sense her body reacting on its own, her walls stretching around the first and the second finger.

  He pushed slowly at first, but she was so slick she needed harder and rougher friction. Rocking her hips, Vance got the clue and started to increase his pace, pushing faster and quicker while his thumb rubbed over the clit. Teresa could not hold it in anymore, and her mouth produced all kinds of moans and yells as she rode Vance's fingers enthusiastically.

  He kept fucking her, adding a third finger and he opened her up, the slick noises against her cunt mixed with her panting and undone sounds. Her eyelids were fluttering, and she couldn't focus, but Teresa could glimpse the shadow of a smirk on Vance's face. What a smug bastard, she thought almost tenderly, rocking her hips harder and faster.

  He crooked the fingers inside of her, and a surge of pleasure invaded her. He rubbed over that spot inside of her with eagerness, clearly enjoying the impact it had on her. Teresa was sure she could not take it any longer and moved frantically against him, demanding more. He complied and leaned forward, bracing himself against the floor and over her. His hand worked faster, fucking her and rubbing his fingertips over the spot – which made her more and more desperate until her body stiffened.

  The second orgasm was longer and quieter, but so much more intense. She screamed in relief as every wave shook her body to the core. She collapsed on the soft carpet, panting as she tried to get some measure of air back into her lungs. With half-lidded eyes, Teresa could see Vance cleaning his fingers, sucking her juices from them one by one with raw relish.

  Well, she thought wickedly, he has earned it. Getting back on her feet, much to Vance's surprise, she stood over him and pushed him on his back with one of her feet. He stared at her gaping slightly, but soon complied and lied on the carpet. Arms over his head and knees bent upwards, he watched intently as Teresa lingered over him, her legs spread out on each of his sides.

  With decisive moves, her hands reached for his trousers, and she cracked the fly open in an instant, not beating around the bush anymore. She dragged the trousers along with his underwear enough to free his dick, which was already slick with precum.

  She smiled coyly at Vance from above before granting him a few playful strokes on his length, enough to make him squirm under her touch. She thought about teasing him a little bit longer, tracing the edge of her nails all over his cock, from his tip to the base, even massaging his balls. Teresa was very tempted to follow that course, with every moan that he produced when she moved her fingers up and down his length.

  His choked whimpering made her take pity on him, and finally, she guided the cock inside of her, and instinctively both their bodies started to rock at the same pace. It was first gradual and deliberate, then more and more desperate.

  He arched his back, bucking his hips with a few strong thrusts. She felt her body responding again, but still numb after the last orgasm just moments ago. Vance, on the other hand, was a mess of pleading and groaning. He had arched his head backward, each hand grasping at her hips to mark the rhythm. Those fingers would likely leave a bruise the next morning, but Teresa didn't care.

  Teresa leaned forward to change the angle. That seemed to work, and with a few staggering thrusts, she felt him coming inside of her; his breath taken away at the moment. He pushed back again languidly some more to get his bearings, then moved his head to face Teresa eye to eye.

  He was sweating, his hair a complete mess. Releasing his grasp on her hips, he crossed his arms behind his head, a lingering complacent smirk drawn on the curve of his lips. Teresa gave him a smirk back, bending enough to steal a quick kiss from him.

  "That was a good ride," she tried to say with a straight face before both of them burst into a string of laughter and she collapsed on top of him, her muscles strained but feeling the ecstasy in every fiber of her being. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my rides with you, Vance.”

  Chapter 8

  Vance

  Vance soon got used to living with Teresa and his new lifestyle. It was so natural, getting up every morning with Teresa by hi
s side, making breakfast for both of them and then heading to work, that Vance wondered how he had ever been able to live any other way.

  He had arranged to work at the carpenter’s workshop in the mornings, and in the afternoon, he would head over to his new motorcycle club, the Red Butterfly, for a couple of hours. The club had nothing to do with the Grim Rebels, nor any other club he had been in previously. They were all motorcycle lovers, and their favorite activity was to summon rallies and drive around the city to show off – something that they usually did every Sunday.

  But it was more than that: many of the rallies were summoned to earn funds that they would give to a local charity. Every time they would pick a different one, and thus help the community improve their services, their health care, and the state of the buildings and tools destined for the impaired.

  After two months with them, Vance had already taken part in three different rallies where they raised money to give to the local high school, so they could build a better gymnasium, to an orphanage, to improve their facilities, and to a local pet shelter, so they could buy more items and vaccines for the animals that they were taking care of.

  That day Vance left home – he always had lunch with Teresa – and headed to the club, thinking about an idea that Tess had given him.

  “Hi, Vance!” Cathy said, one of the eldest members of the club. She was around sixty years old, but Vance was impressed by her energy and vitality: she was always the first to volunteer for any activity, and her riding skills were amazing.

  “Cathy, you look as lovely as ever,” he replied, winking. Cathy laughed and punched him in the arm playfully. They got along really well; in fact, Vance had discovered that he got along with every member, something that had definitely not been the case in the Grim Rebels, where everyone did their own thing, not really caring for one another.

  Vance approached the club president, Will Marlowe, and greeted him warmly before sharing his ideas with him. Will was a middle-aged guy with a long beard that was starting to turn white and blue eyes that always sparkled with joy.