Star
Tank was nearly gone for the entirety of the next day. He’d left no indication of when he’d be back, so I was left to mill around in the house all by myself, passing the time as usual.
And though I was feeling myself drawn slowly closer and closer to Tank, I hadn’t given up on escape. Though it had its benefits, living like this just couldn’t last. I couldn’t simply be the pet of some man, no matter how, um, hot he was, or how good the sex might be. I needed freedom.
To that end, I’d been planning my escape. One day when Tank left, the door to his study remained ajar. Curious, I snuck in. It was a pretty standard study with a tall fireplace and bookshelves packed with colorful spines, a large desk towards two massive, symmetrical windows on the back wall. And on the desk was a map of the property. I couldn’t believe my luck.
I pored over the map, taking a picture with my camera phone. Sure enough, there wasn’t anything around us but Florida forest. However, if I could follow the main road, there appeared to be a small road that branched off of it and led to a small town hidden in the woods. It looked to be a five mile or so walk, which would take about an hour and a half. All I’d have to do was wait for a day when Tank was out for the day, slip through the gate, and follow the map. Once there, I could get a ride back to civilization.
What I’d do after that, however, I had no clue. But I knew I had to have my freedom. My phone in one hand and Grandma’s dove necklace in the other, I hoped that Grandma was watching down on me from somewhere up there. I’d need all the help I could get to get out of here.
I passed the rest of the day experimenting with cooking in the kitchen. Today, I made turkey sandwiches, which ended up being delicious. After that, I made a Dutch apple pie, the kind my grandma loved. I didn’t think it turned out as good as hers, but she had a special touch that I just couldn’t match.
Around eight, Tank came home. My face reddened as he walked in; I realized that I’d gotten so into my baking that I’d forgotten to dress up sexy for him. But after he stormed past the kitchen and headed to the backyard, plopping into a chair with a beer in his hand, I realized that he had other things on his mind.
I gave him a few minutes, figuring that he just needed to relax from a busy day. After a time, I went out to the backyard, the shimmering surface of the water silvered with moonlight. Tank’s shaved blond hair poked out from the back of the chair where he sat.
“Hey …” I said, not sure what sort of reaction to expect.
He said nothing, his eyes on the shifting water of the pool. He took a long swig of his beer, and I could see that his brow was knitted in thought. Tank said nothing for a time, not even acknowledging that I was there.
“You wanna go for a ride?” he asked, finally speaking.
“Yes,” I said, not a trace of hesitation in my voice.
He drained his beer and got up. Minutes later, we were on his bike, my arms wrapped around his body as we headed down the road leading away from his house. As much as I loved riding and feeling his body against mine, I still made an effort to keep my eyes on the side of the road that I’d be escaping down. Sure enough, a few miles down, I spotted a small glow of lights off the main road—it had to be that little town. My destination confirmed, I closed my eyes and resting my head on Tank’s back.
After a half hour or so, we arrived at a hill overlooking Orlando. The city was stretched out before us, the lights of the city twinkling like stars arranged into grids. Once we came to a stop, Tank killed the engine and got off. He opened up the small compartment on the side of his bike and withdrew a tightly-folded blanket, a bottle of wine, and two glasses. I gasped when he took out these items—it was … actually kind of sweet.
“I don’t really drink wine, but I thought it was a little classier than taking pulls from a bottle of Evan Williams.”
Then, a sly, boyish smile formed on his face. My heart warmed at this sight—why did he have to be so charming right on the night that I was planning my escape?
He laid out the blanket and popped open the wine. We sat in silence for a time, sipping our drinks and staring out onto the city. And as we sat, Tank would occasionally turn to me, open his mouth slightly as if to speak, but before a word came out, he’d close his mouth and turn back towards the city.
It was as though he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words.
What could he want to talk about? I wondered. What would a tough-as-nails guy like him have a hard time discussing? After all, he had no issues telling me to strip, or barking orders to his men, or kicking ass when he had to.
Then, my eyes went wide with realization. Did he want to talk about … his feelings?
I knew, somehow, that this was the case. But as much as I wanted Tank to open up, I knew that there wasn’t a chance in hell that I’d be able to force something like that out of him. And it was a shame. I mean, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t developing … something for Tank. It was so strange. He was gruff and violent, but something about his strength, not to mention the way he protected me, drew me towards him irresistibly.
We sipped our wine, which was a delicious red, and watched the city. As we sat in silence, I felt myself moving closer to Tank. I couldn’t help but feel safe and comfortable in his presence … not to mention extremely attracted.
Just as I began to wonder if he felt the same way, if our lovemaking had been just a fluke, Tank took my chin into his hand and brought my face to his, kissing me slowly and sensually. The kiss was unlike anything I’d experience with Tank. It was deep, passionate, and intense. He brought me close to him as his tongue slipped into my mouth, and the heat and hardness of his body was irresistible. Just as before, I fell right into his kiss, letting Tank hold me and move my body where he wanted. He pulled my shirt off, followed by my bra.
The mild evening air felt heavenly against my exposed breasts, but Tank didn’t leave them untouched for long. He brought his head in, taking my right nipple into his mouth and moving his tongue over and around its sensitive surface. I ran my hands through his hair, my head tilting backward in ecstasy as he turned his attention from one breast to the other. I moved my hands along the V-shape of his torso, his leather vest cool and smooth against my hands. When I reached his waist, I pulled his shirt off, moving the leather vest over his shoulders as I did. Soon, we were both naked from the waist up.
But I wanted more than that. And so did Tank.
He slipped his hands into my pants, his fingers barely fitting under the tight fabric. I helped him out by undoing my button and zipper, and once they were undone, he yanked my pants and panties off with a hard, firm tug. I did the same to him, getting his pants and underwear off and his incredible cock into my hand as fast as possible. I stroked him as we kissed more, and my body tingled as he moved his hand up my thigh right to where I wanted it. I sighed and moaned as he slipped his finger into me. Goddamn, it felt good.
We continued like this for a time, and I savored both the feeling of his thick, stone-solid prick in my hands and his fingers as they moved in and out of me. When I couldn’t take anymore teasing, a strange bold streak came over me. Instead of letting Tank take control, I wanted to be in the driver’s seat. Taking my hand off his cock, I placed my palms on his smooth, firm chest and gently guided him onto his back until he lay against the blanket. Then I moved on top of him, straddling him, his cock pointed straight up towards me. A sly little smirk formed on his lips when he realized what I had in mind.
Grabbing his prick, I pointed it straight up as I lowered myself slowly onto it. My face tightened into a wince as I did so; I almost felt as though I were being split in half by him. But his stimulation had made me extra wet—necessary for a cock his size. Once I fully lowered myself onto him, enveloping him in me totally, I took in a deep breath of total pleasure.
But I didn’t want to waste any time in getting right down to it. I began rocking my hips back and forth, letting Tank’s prick move inside of me. I loved having the feeling of total control over his cock, and I quickly learned how to move to get his thick member to stimulate just where I wanted it to. Tank grabbed my hips, squeezing my curves as I bucked on top of him. One hand of his moved up along my side, coming to a rest on my breast.
Soon, I need more. I leaned forward, resting my hands on the ground to the left and right of Tank’s head. My breasts hung right over his face, and he took full advantage of this by licking and sucking my nipples. In this position, I began to buck hard, slamming my hips onto him over and over again, the soft sounds of flesh on flesh filling the air.
I knew right away that this technique was going to lead to an orgasm very quickly. Tank moved his hands to my rear, squeezing my ass and pulling me towards him so that my movements did for him what he wanted. I moaned and shrieked, the pleasure running hard through my body. Looking down at Tank, I saw that his face was tightened into a fierce look of concentration. His eyes were fixed on my body, and a sheen of sweat formed on his brow.
I rode him harder and harder, the pace building to a fevered pitch. Soon, my orgasm arrived, the pleasure rushing through my body with an intensity that was almost unbearable. I rode him hard through the orgasm and, his hands gripping my hips hard, Tank came soon after. I continued to cum as he sprayed himself into me, and by the time it was over, I was spent. I collapsed onto his chest, soon falling in a blissed-out trance to the rhythm of his breathing.
But as we lay like this for a time, I couldn’t help but wonder why he’d gone to this trouble. Why had he taken me up here? Just to be nice? He seemed to be softening towards me, but something was odd about this. I considered the possibility that there was something going on in his life that he was trying to distract himself from, and he’d figured a night of pleasure with me was the best way to do it.
“What’s the deal with this?” asked Tank, lifting the dove of my necklace with his fingertips and letting it drop. “You wear this thing all the damn time.”
“It’s … something my grandmother gave me,” I said, trying to find the words. “After I lost my house it was all I had left of her. She loved doves. Thought they were ‘the only pure animal left in this word’—her words.”
This was strange; Tank never seemed to take an interest in me like this before.
“Probably thought way about you, too,” said Tank.
I didn’t know what to say to that. Tank was showing me a side that was totally unlike the gruff shield that he always had up. Was I finally seeing the real him?
I reminded myself that this would all be in the past, however. Soon, I’d make my escape and leave all of this behind. But as I lay there with Tank, the city sprawled out before us, I asked myself if leaving this behind was really what I wanted.