Chapter 2

Riproarer held out his hand to Eva and guided her across the gutter. In a dream, she lifted her leg and swung over the seat in front of him. He settled her in front of him and took hold of the handlebars.

She observed the mechanical intuition of his hands turning the ignition key, squeezing the clutch and putting the bike into gear. It didn’t lurch at all but glided away from the curb in a deafening clatter of its thumping motor.

The chopper’s vibrations traveled up her legs and into her crotch exactly the way she imagined they would. He leaned his chest against her back, and his powerful presence infused her with a kind of madness.

She must be bad to turn her back on everything good and ride away with him like this. She must be just as bad as he said she was. The vibrations tortured her clit, and she sat down on the throbbing leather seat to press her moist tissues into her wet panties. The bike vibrated so hard it made her thighs numb, but this moment answered all the fervent dreams she dreamed since she first fantasized about RipRoarer.

How far he drove, she never knew, but it wasn’t far enough. He pulled off into an alley between two restaurants and switched off the bike. Eva stared down at his hands. Muscular fingers gripped the handlebars. He kept his hands clean and his nails trimmed. This was some kind of biker.

Her legs still vibrated from the engine between her legs long after he turned it off. She watched his hands leave the handlebars in slow motion and migrate to her hips. They traveled down her legs, and he raked his fingernails up her thighs back to her waist.

He followed the curve of her waist up under her arms. She lifted her arms to make room for him to cradle her breasts in two tender cups. Eva’s head spun in dizzy delirium when he massaged them and rolled the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Forget the job. This was where she wanted to be, riding some strange man to the limit of erotic ecstasy. Her twitching box hugged the mound where the gas tank rose out of the leather seat. It formed the perfect pommel to ride off into the sunset.

His hands disappeared, and a moment later, he hung his helmet on the handlebars. His bare face nuzzled into her neck and he purred under his breath. “Eve, my Eve, are you gonna give me your forbidden fruit?”

She closed her eyes. Her nipples between his fingers and she rocked her clitoris against the gas tank. “Yes! Yes!”

“Are you turned on right now, baby? Are you wet for Daddy?”

“Yes, I’m so wet.”

His lips brushed her ear, and his hot breath rocketed through her guts to her crotch. “Let me hear you say it, baby. Let me hear you beg for it.”

“Fuck me. Bend me over right now and fuck me against your bike.”

He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. “That’s not begging, Princess. I want to hear you grovel for your Daddy.”

“Oh, please! Oh, please, I want it so bad.”

“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want in that steaming hot pussy of yours.”

“I want your cock. Oh, please, give me your rock hard cock. I need it so bad. I’ll do anything you say.”

“Yes, you will. You’re a good little girl, aren’t you? You always do what Daddy says.”

He let go of her breasts. He pushed her forward until she lay down on her chest against the bike. The gas tank chilled her chest, but her sizzling tits hugged its curves. Her clit rubbed the seat where she straddled it.

She arched her back to raise her ass toward him. She resigned herself to the inevitable. He would take her, right here and now, just the way he always promised in his texts.

How many nights had she touched herself thinking about this moment? How he drove her nuts at work and at rest with his nasty remarks and promises of what he would do to her when he finally got his hands on her.

He pulled her back by the hips against his leather crotch. His bulge bumped into her ass. He stroked his big flat hand up and down her back to her upturned ass. “That’s nice. That’s real nice. You look so tasty lying there like that.”

He caressed her hips and thighs, and this time, when he dragged his fingers up her legs, he tugged her skirt up, too. He settled it around her hips and petted the soft cotton of her pink-patterned panties. “So sweet. So sweet and pretty.”

He touched her once down there where her legs spread for his filthy machine. He fingered the wetness saturating her panties, and that’s as far as he would go.

A long pause followed. Then Eva heard a click. She glanced over her shoulder in time to see him aim his phone at her and take a picture of her spread out for him. She gasped in surprise, but it was too late.

He kept his phone raised. “Beg for me, baby. I’m gonna take a video of you begging with your ass sticking up at me like that. Maybe I’ll yank off later watching you get off on my bike. Show me how you rub your wet pussy on my bike.”

She couldn’t look. She craned her head back and closed her eyes. The words tumbled out of her mouth of their own free will. “Fuck me, please, Daddy. I’m so hot for your badass cock. Oh, God, it’s so hard. You’re making me so wet. Oh, God, I need you. Fuck me. Oh, God!”

“That’s good, baby. That’s what you like. You like being Daddy’s little girl.”

“Yes, oh, yes!”

He fingered her panties, but no matter how she writhed, he wouldn’t go inside to touch her further. He wet his fingers and pulled away.

After another pause, his phone beeped and he put it away. He raised her off the bike and pulled down her skirt. He straightened her up as best he could and unhooked his helmet from the handlebars. “Maybe another time, now that I know I can take you whenever I want. I have to be somewhere right now, but I’ll come back for you later, sometime when we have all the time we need to do you right.”

Before she could answer, the bike roared to life and drowned out all other sound. It thumped into the street and back to the same place where he picked her up. He inched into the curb and helped her off onto the sidewalk.

Neither could say anything over the noise, and she couldn’t see his eyes behind the visor. He let go of her hand, gave her a quick nod, and thundered away down the block.

Eva stood rooted to the spot. Her whole body still quivered with frustrated excitement, but she couldn’t do anything but walk away.

She paused for a long time in front of the Rockford Communications building. How could she go in there and face her first day of work after what happened? She couldn’t, but she had to. She had only ten more minutes until Mr. Matlock Rockford called his new executive assistant into his office for their first orientation meeting. She had to be there and ready when he called her.

She pulled herself together with an effort and marched through the front door. She managed to greet and smile at everyone who greeted and smiled at her, and she managed to avoid melting into a puddle of nerves when she took the elevator to the twentieth floor.

She took in the reception area with one glance. She would be spending a lot of time on the twentieth floor in the next few years or so. The receptionist greeted her with a smile, too. These Rockford people certainly were a friendly bunch.

She gave her name to the receptionist and sat down to wait. Five more minutes, and she could put RipRoarer out of her mind once and for all. Why did he have to pick right now to burst into her life? She could handle him on the phone. In person—that was another matter.

Ten o’clock ticked over. The receptionist called out to her. “You can go in now. Mr. Rockford is waiting for you.”

She pushed open the office doors and walked into what looked like a giant living room with sunshine lighting up the park beyond the big sweeping windows. At first, she didn’t see anybody else in the office until a male voice called out from somewhere in the back corner. “Come and sit down over here and we can get started.”

Even before she turned around, she recognized that voice. Eve, my Eve. She spun around and saw him sitting on the couch with one ankle crossed over his knee. He threw one arm across the back of the couch and smiled at her. It was RipRoarer.