"Ever been on the back of a bike, sweetness," Mike asked the girl, as he tipped her chin up to look at him.
"No, Master...," she meekly responded, her dark eyes roving over the bike hesitantly.
"She's a '65 Harley Davidson Panhead; completely rebuilt and restored it myself," he responded proudly as his hand skimmed over the black pearl finish.
"You'll be fine, just hold on to me...and tuck your hair under the jacket," he replied. "You can hop on after I get this beast started...just make sure to watch where the muffler is...it gets hot," he instructed.
She tucked her long cascading curls inside the jacket as he instructed while he kick-started the bike to life. Shaking, she placed a hand lightly on his shoulder to balance herself as she swung a long leg over the back of the bike, her mini skirt hiking up. She shivered as the cool night air caressed her nether lips, thankful for his jacket covering her, her nipples had puckered tightly and were aching as she shivered against his back.
"All settled in, slut?" he asked, over the roar of the engine.
"Yes, Master," she responded, her head nodding.
He eased the bike out of the parking lot and then gunned the engine as they turned out on to the street, feeling her clutching him tightly as she held on. He rode easily through the back streets, avoiding the usual haunts his boys usually frequented; he wasn't ready for any of them to get a glimpse of his precious cargo yet.
They rode for about 30 minutes before hitting the outer limits of the city; turning on to a county highway, he pushed the bike to the limit, his long chestnut hair flying like a banner behind him and his slut wrapped around his waist...at this moment in time, he was the happiest he had been in a very, very long time.
About 20 minutes later they pulled on to a gravel road with a security gate blocking the entrance; he pulled the bike close to the communication box, pressing his hand to the security system so it could read his palm print, once the lights blinked green, he pushed in his numerical pin code and then the gate was slowly sliding open.
"Only a few more minutes, sweetie and we'll be at the house and can get you warmed up," he threw to her over his shoulder.
He waited just long enough for the gate to open wide enough to let him through on the bike and then once on the other side, he tripped a closure mechanism and the gate started to slide closed again. He waited until the gate was fully shut and the security system alerted him that it was armed again before he roared down the long winding gravel road to the house.
The house came into view in a few minutes, more like a mansion than a house. A huge Spanish-style mansion tucked in amongst a forest of trees surrounding it; the trees offering a natural barricade against outside intruders.
He cut the engine and coasted into a 5-car garage, parking the bike in the corner and shutting down the garage door before swinging off the bike. He helped her to get off the bike and wrapped his arm protectively around her as he felt her shiver.
"I'm going to show you how to get into the house through the escape exit, I want you to use this in case things get hinky at any time," he spoke lowly to her, tilting her chin up to look at him as he spoke.
He smiled softly at her startled look, "I'll explain everything in due time, sweetness, but right now let's get inside and get warmed up," he continued, sliding a tower of shelves away from the wall and pushing a button with his thumb.
The secret door swung silently open; he guided her into the dim passageway and made sure the door slid closed behind him, again pushing another button to slide the shelving unit back into place, waiting for the tell-tale thud against the door as the shelves swung back into place.
As they made their way down the dimly lit passage, he pointed out various bricks that were just barely recessed more than the others. These, he explained, were triggers for other hidden doors that led into the house.
"I will take you through the house tomorrow and show you different routes to take to the passageway in case there comes a time when you need to use this as an escape," he spoke softly to her, hugging her to his side when he felt her shiver.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, sweetness, just added protection...I'll explain everything later," he added.
She continued walking beside him, slowly nodding her head as he spoke.
They walked a few more minutes before he stopped and pressed his hand against first one block and then another block, both just barely recessed a hair more than the others, slowly the concrete wall slid back just wide enough for him to squeeze through. He pulled her along with him through the second narrow passage until they came to a wooden ladder. He moved the ladder slightly to the right and then back to the left, above them a trap door slid open.
"Up you go, little girl," he spoke as he picked her up and set her a few rungs up on the ladder.
"I'm right behind ya...just climb up the ladder, sweetie," he directed.
Slowly she climbed up the ladder and then pulled herself up the top, her eyes peering over the ledge before she pulled herself up into the house. Her dark eyes widened as she slowly looked around, the room looked like a Grecian bath house, completely tiled with polished marble, and a huge bathing pool that dominated the room. He was right behind her and watching her reactions, smiling as he watched her turn around and around, her eyes taking in every detail.
The toe of his boot bumped against the base of a large marble statue, the door sliding closed.
"So I take it, you approve of the master bath, little girl?" he inquired, a grin on his face.
Slowly she turned around to him, her dark eyes were wide and dancing, "oh, definitely, Master," she responded.
"We'll take a swim in it tomorrow, but right now let's get to bed...I'm about ready to drop," he stated, putting a hand to the small of her back as he guided her toward the master bedroom just on the other side of the arched doorway.
As they walked into the master bedroom, he smiled as he heard her soft gasp. The master bedroom was fit for a king; a huge antique four-poster bed sat on a raised dais, the arched canopy that covered the bed had the curtains drawn back and tied decoratively to the four posts.
"Let's get to bed, we have a long day ahead of us," he softly commanded, turning her by the shoulders to face him.
He then proceeded to untie the knot between her breasts and peel back the shirt, his thumbs running lightly over her nipples. She gasped softly as her nipples puckered tightly beneath his thumbs, her dark eyes looking up at him as he slowly undressed her.
He let the shirt fall to the polished marble and then reached for the button and zipper on her skirt to remove that also. His voice was soft as he commanded, "take off the skirt and shoes...let's get to bed."
She wiggled out of the denim skirt, letting it drop to her ankles, kicking it away as she kicked off her pumps, a shiver racing up her spine as she stood completely naked before him.
He pointed to the bed and gave a nod to indicate to her to get in as he stripped down. She scrambled up into the monster bed, sinking down into the softness as she watched him peel his clothes off. She had never seen a man naked before and could not help but stare as he undressed. His chest was covered in a mat of dark fur tapering to a thin line at his belly button and almost pointing the way to his large cock hanging limp against his leg as he pushed his jeans down.
A small gasp escaped her as he stood up; his cock was probably six inches long in its relaxed state, dangling from the dark curls between his legs.
He had heard the soft gasp and knew she had probably not seen a man naked before from her curious gaze on him.
The bed sunk in as he got in and pulled her close to his chest, one of his large hands cradling her breast, feeling the nipple harden against his palm. His thumb and forefinger closed over the hardened nipple and slowly started to roll and pinch the nub; bringing a low moan from her.
He continued to pinch and roll the nipple, his other hand working its way down to her mound; he worked a finger between her nether lips, slowly circling her clit, feeling it become engorged and her juices starting to flow.
Rolling her to her back, his mouth took over on her nipple, teasing and tormenting the sensitive tip with his tongue and teeth. Biting and rolling the nub between his teeth, intensifying the pressure as her gasps and moans became more vocal.
He worked one of his large fingers into her tight cunt, slowly stroking in and out, careful not to break the thin barrier that foretold her virginity. His mouth chewing on the hard nipple, sucking and biting against it, hearing her deep moans as he manipulated her body against her.
He pulled her leg up over his thigh, splaying her thighs wide, his hand coming down softly against her cunt as he softly spanked her, knowing that this would greaten her pleasure. He alternated between pinching her clit, sinking his finger into her tight cunt and spanking her. Her body was bucking and writhing beneath him, her moans becoming more and more frenzied as he worked her body.
"Don't cum without my permission, slut...," he warned.
Her moans and gasping indicated she was getting close, her hips found his rhythm, bucking and humping against his hand as he tormented her.
"Please Daddy...," she moaned.
