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The Rider part 2

Blog Post-3-16-2016-The Rider part 2

They rode on in silence.  She mostly stared out the side window, watching the vast nothingness pass with the miles, and the sun sinking lower on the horizon.  He used those opportunities to watch her.  Her beautiful breasts rose and fell with every breath under that tiny tank top she wore.  And those cutoff jeans barely covered the deepest and darkest of recesses.  He could see her milky white thigh nearly all the way to her exquisite hip bone.  The way her curly auburn hair tickled the back of her long neck was the distraction that finally caused him drift a bit, and have to jerk the steering wheel not to run right off the road.

“What the hell was that?” she gasped.  He stared straight ahead.  The gasp turned to a smile when she realized he had been watching her and not the road.

In turn, she thought she would return the favor.  As he stared forward, she observed his very nice physique.  She admired his chest, the tight fit of his jeans, his perfectly groomed facial hair and the darkness of his eyes.  She also noticed his very masculine hands and arms, fixing her gaze on a tattoo he bore on his right forearm.  After a moment, she broke the silence asking “What does that symbol on your arm mean?”

Without turning his head, or showing any other acknowledgment, he simply stated, “It’s the symbol of a Dominant.”

“A what?” she asked almost flippantly.

“You heard me,” he gruffly answered her.

“Hmm OK, but what does that mean,” she asked, almost goading him.

“It means that I am a Dominant.”

He leaned over, reached under the passenger seat and pulled out a set of heavy metal chains with locking cuffs at the end, and tossed them in a loud, clanging clump at her feet.  He straightened back up in his seat and again stared down the road.

She reached down and picked up the heavy chains and began admiring them.  A wicked smile spread across her face.  “So, a dominant wears these?”

His face went straight and cold, “No, silly girl, my submissive does.”

She instantly replied with a taunting, “Like this?” as she closed one of the cuffs fast around her ankle.  “And this?” as she fastened the second around the other.  She looked over at him, still staring forward, watching the road, but the vein at his temple was now much more prominent and pulsing.  His jaw seemed hard set and his eyes were a very dark black.  He never answered, and they continued down the road into the ever growing darkness.

Mimi suddenly felt the sensation of the truck slowing and turning.  She realized she must have dozed off to sleep.  A large sign proclaimed a rest stop ahead.  She groggily read the sign out loud.  “Bad Route Rest Area.  Why are we stopping here?”

“We are stopping here because I have reached the end of my driving time for the day.  I’ll get the required sleep and then it’s on to my final destination tomorrow,” he replied.

“Seattle?” she asked with great enthusiasm, now suddenly feeling awake.

“No, I’m not going to Seattle.  I only told you I would get you further down the road, not all the way home.”  He reached back behind his seat and retrieved an ice chest.  He reached in and pulled out two sandwiches and tossed one into her lap.  “Here, eat that.  It’s all I got.  I wasn’t planning on having company.”

To be continued….

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27 thoughts on “The Rider part 2

  1. BallsyBilly on said:

    Hmm My kind of Dom. Love the old school cuffs 😉 Next Lol

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  2. This is a cruel piece, the suspense….

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  3. Love the rising tension, the slow pace makes it all the hotter, he’s taking her somewhere, not where she expected though

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  4. I am enjoying this!

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  5. yep totally suckered in and now day dreaming of hitch hiking. lol

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  6. Well done. Mimi ain’t going to Seattle. She is going for a ong ride. lol Moving onto three.

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  7. Mr Modigliani on said:

    Well now miss amelia, I am quite confident I know the inspiration for this story… Lol. You wicked girl.

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