The Rider part 4
“What the FUCK?” she screamed as she began wildly pulling against the heavy chains and pounding on the floor with her fists.
“I warned you girl. You shouldn’t have asked. You see, I am the Dominant, and I won’t have some bratty little girl directing me to do anything. Settle down and enjoy a good night’s sleep. I’ll let you out in the morning, AFTER you have had time to understand just who a Dominant is.” He crawled into his sleeping compartment, and proceeded to toss and turn. Eventually, his heart rate finally slowed to a more normal pace, and allowed him to drift off to sleep.
In the morning, he opened the rear door to find her still sleeping. He quietly unshackled her wrists as she slowly began to awaken, shielding her sensitive eyes from the rays of the rising sun. Suddenly, she realized the doors were open and her hands were free. She sprung to her feet and came flying out of the back, right at Ken. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I’M NOT SOME CARGO THAT YOU CAN JUST LOCK BACK THERE AGAINST MY WILL! I SHOULD HAVE YOU ARRESTED. FUCK, MAYBE I WILL!” Ken found himself mesmerized by her auburn hair blowing in the breeze of the morning. It wasn’t until her hand made contact with his cheek that he snapped back to the present, and the wild rant going on in front of him. Knowing he probably deserved that from her, he handed her a carton of juice and an energy bar.
She snatched it from his hand, scowled and then proceeded to devour every last drop and morsel.
“If you have gotten that all out of your system girl, you can climb back up in the front and I’ll get you further down the road,” Ken said as he relocked the back and headed to the passenger side to open the door for her. She followed, still scowling and sulking as she climbed into the seat.
They traveled down the road for a while before Mimi finally broke the silence. “So, are ALL Dominants assholes?”
Without looking toward her, Ken’s face showed the very slightest hint that he might want to smile. But he didn’t. He simply answered, “No. Just me.”
She could no longer help herself. Mimi began laughing, and not just a simple laugh, but a genuine laugh that came from the deepest recesses of her belly. It just continued on and on. Ken looked over at her, and now could not stop himself from smiling and letting out a very controlled laugh of his own.
Once she settled, he asked, “So, shall I drop you off at the Police station so you can file a complaint against me?”
“Nah. I’m just glad to know that not all Dominants are assholes like you.” And they both smiled again.
They finally reached the offload station in Missoula. Ken turned off the truck, turned to Mimi and sternly said, “Stay put.” He climbed out of the cab and disappeared. He reappeared about 20 minutes later at the passenger side door. He helped Mimi down and reached in and retrieved her backpack. He grabbed her by the arm, much more gently this time than when they had first met, and led her across the parking lot to another awaiting rig. “Mimi, this is Michael. He’s a good friend of mine and he is going all the way to Seattle. He will give you a ride if you still want one.”
Mimi looked at Michael and then looked back at Ken. She smiled at Michael and said “Thanks Michael, I’d really appreciate that.” Michael walked around to the driver’s side and Ken opened the door for Mimi. Ken began to close the door when her arm suddenly came out and stopped it. She gave a very mischievous grin to Ken, then turned toward Michael and asked, “So, do you have any interesting tattoos?” as she pulled the door closed behind her.
** Darkgemdom served as my muse for this story. He is a Dominant in every sense of the word, and a good man too. (But don’t tell him I said that last part please.) Go check-out his blog at https://darkgemdom.wordpress.com/. You won’t be disappointed. Thank you Sir. xoxo