GRIT (The Silver Nitrate Series Book 2) (11 page)

“S
o you had
this in storage?” Zenith grimaced. “My boy is almost finished with the other one. I’ll pick it up soon.” Silver looked at the man standing in her small patch of front yard, his hands gloved and a scarf flapping about around his neck.

“Yeah, this is my Harley Davidson, seventy-two. I don’t take her out much. She’s beautiful though, isn’t she?” Silver gleamed at the thing as she slid on her black leather bike gloves.

“Yeah, she’s nice. You’ve got good taste. Why’s she out though?” Zenith looked around in confusion. “I mean, it’s not exactly ideal bike weather today.”

“Well, it’s better than it has been. Besides, there’s no ice or snow, so,” she said with a shrug, “I figured I’d take her for a joy ride. I’d love it if you’d come along with me.”

“Oh word? Cool!” He grinned wide. “I haven’t ridden in a while, but I’ll do her justice.” The man started to jump on.

“Oh no, my main man! You misunderstand.” She put her hand up to stop him. “You’re not drivin’ her. You’d be my passenger. Get on the back of the seat with me.” He made a face, clearly displeased, which amused her to no end.

“You must be crazy, Silver. I’m not getting on the back of a bike with you! That’s… that’s just wrong!”

“Here we go with this macho shit again.” She twisted her lips and rolled her eyes.

“You can call it whatever you want, but I’m not getting on the back of a damn motorcycle with my woman at the wheel! That’s some punk ass pussy shit, and that’s final!”

…5 minutes later…

“Ahhhhhh! What tha
fuck?! Slow down! Damn!” Zenith looked about nervously as he held onto the woman’s small waist. He had no idea where the hell he was, and even if he did, they were moving so damn fast everything was just a choppy blur. He forwent the extra helmet she had, for the thing was too damn tight… and now he was living to regret it. He’d placed his hair in an emergency ponytail, but the wind had kicked up and with Silver speeding down the streets, it was beating him about the face like a flag during a tornado, giving him what for.

“I am going slow!” she screamed out over the roar of the engine. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear the woman was fucking with him, getting her rocks off… and then he felt her body tremble, as if she were repressing laughter.

This was a set up!

“Alright, game over, Silver. You’ve had your fun. You can go back to the house now and ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She sped off again, full speed down a narrow road that seemed barely travelled. As they bopped and bounced about, he believed they passed a small, dilapidated shed, the kind rotting, dead bodies would be stored in…

She’s trying to kill me!

“Silver! If I survive this, you’re dead meat!” he threatened, only to feel her body vibrate once again. “You’re doing this shit on purpose!”

All he could hear was the woman cackling now as she moved like some stunt woman about to jump a daredevil loop. She just kept on going, and after a while, he simply let go. No use fighting it. Silver was a damn maniac. He’d fallen in love with a complete psycho, and this was the price he had to pay. He closed his eyes and prayed he made it back to her house in one piece. Each time he screamed and cursed, she laughed that much harder, so he kept mum as much as possible and silently pleaded for endurance.

“Alright….” She finally came to a crawl as they neared the residential streets, blending back in with civilization. She took her turns slow and easy. “You can open your eyes now,” she said, mirth in her tone. “You should have seen your face!” The woman laughed loud, sounding more obnoxious than ever.

“Yeah, that was real funny, wasn’t it?” He smiled at her, but he had plans for Ms. Silver Faye… big, nasty plans… “Yeah, that was fun, Silver. I’m having a great time…fuckin’ fantastic time.” She tensed in his grip and threw him a suspicious look over her shoulder.

“Awww, don’t be that way, Zenith! I was just playing. Don’t be a baby!” she said in a mocking voice.

“Oh no, sweetie! It was awesome. Yeah, that was cool… You’re great, baby… just great.” He smiled so big he could feel the cool air smacking against his teeth… but that wouldn’t be the only thing smacking. After a few moments, she pulled back up to her home. They both made haste to get off the ride. Removing her helmet, she threw her arms around his neck, her joyousness evident in her glimmering eyes.

Yeah… Ms. Stuntwoman comedian had a good ass time at my expense… Well, she’s the one that’s going to pay the price…

He picked her up in his arms, causing her to squeal. Spinning her around, he smiled into her eyes, then placed a delicate kiss on the tip of her nose before setting her back down.

“I’ll be right back. Gotta get something out of my truck, sweetheart.”

She climbed up the porch steps. He went to his vehicle, swung the door open, dug into his work supplies box and pulled out a very special little something. He raced to her side as she was placing her key inside the lock.

Click.

“You want something to eat, baby? I have some soup and some—”

“Remember when, uh, I said I wanted to tie you up that time?” Her front door slowly swung open as she looked up and over her shoulder at him, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. She slowed down. “You refused… said you, uh, weren’t into that type of thing, not that type of woman, remember?” He urged her into the house, pushing his chest into her back, making her move her ass. Then, before she could make a run for it, he pinned her to the wall. Wildness danced in her eyes, tempered by a smirk.

“Mmmm hmmmm…” she nodded ever so subtly. Coolly.

“Yeah, I remember that too, baby.” Pulling out the twisted white rope from his pocket, he traced the side of her face with the frayed end. Her eyes darted to the thing, back at him, then back at the rope moving across her skin. “Well, see, I did something I didn’t want to do just now, and I trusted you. And well, you had some fun with that, didn’t you? You enjoyed yourself. You knew I didn’t want to get on the back of your bike, look like some punk, but I did anyway, because you convinced me. But then,” he said, pausing to stare deeply into her eyes, “…then you did some things I didn’t like. You liked me screaming, being in control and doing what you wanted. I was helpless; you were in total control. It gave my baby a big thrill, didn’t it?”

“Mmmm hmmmm.” Her smirk got a little more obvious.

“Well, it’s time for my baby to give Daddy a big thrill, too, don’t you think?” Placing a soft kiss against her lips, he turned serious.

“No, I don’t think so,” she said softly. She seemed entertained.

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, little lady. See.” He swallowed as his eyes narrowed on her. “You and I have a problem with this equilibrium of power thing, just like I told you a long time ago. You took mine away, and now…”

“Ahhhh!” Hoisting her up from the ground, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her briskly to her bedroom.

“It’s time that I get my shit back!”

“Ahhhhhh!!!! No! No, Zenith! Put me down!” She battered his back with both fists, kicking, screaming and laughing as he neared the den of terrible iniquity. He kicked the door open. A trickle of sunlight beamed across the right side of the room, catching his eye.

“Alright now,” he stated calmly, deposited her on the bed, then immediately pinned her down with his knee as she wiggled for escape.

“Zenith! I swear to God!” she protested, the veins in her throat stretched beneath her skin, her tone dipped in both excitement and fear.

Grabbing her wrists, he brought her hands together, and she bucked and struggled. In a swift action, he secured her hands with the rope to the iron rods in her headboard.

“Now see, this is perfect… but you brought it on yourself, baby.” She struggled beneath him as he finished his double knot. “Yeah, you’re kinda strong; had to double that bitch up because you’ll try to escape.” Rising off her, he assessed his prey, his dick throbbing and swelling as he looked at his next meal writhing about, clenching her teeth, and cursing his name. He slowly removed his jacket and flung it on the floor.

“Zenith! Zenith!” she protested.

He continued to undress.

“Shhhh!” He put his finger up to his mouth. “Now, don’t make me stuff a sock in your mouth, too…or a little something else.” He winked at her.

The woman seemed possessed, bucking and bunching the sheets, her long legs twisting about, making a mess of things.

“You thought you were going to take me for a ride?” He taunted. “I’m Zenith Taylor, baby…
I’m
in control now. You’re not runnin’ shit. You know you fucked up, right?” He laughed as his pants hit the floor.

“What are you going to do with the rest of that rope?” She drew still and stared at the unused length of rope looped on the bed, waiting to be a star in the performance.

“Oh, you’ll see…” He got rid of his boxers, exposing a massive erection, then covered her body with his.

“No!” she screamed out between bursts of echoing laughter. “Zenith! No!” More giggles escaped her mouth as her eyes grew with excitement. “I hate you!” She laughed louder, though she refused to give up and tried so desperately to free herself from her dreadful predicament. He snatched her pants down as she hurled more nasty words his way, words dripping with profanity… so unladylike. Next came her panties. He tossed them to the ground and looked at her pussy, up close and personal.

“Ohhhh, my… someone has been a
very
bad girl, haven’t they? You lied to me, Silver… you’re all wet.” He cast a foul grin her way and moved in for the kill. Clamping a heavy hand on her thighs, he licked along her creamy crease, causing her to scream out and moan. “Told me you didn’t want to be tied up… told me… you didn’t get down like that, yet… look at your fucking pussy, baby… It’s weepin’ all over itself.” He gave it a few more tantalizing licks before finishing the job.

“Untie me right now!” He grabbed her ankles, then fastened one to the right post and the other to the left post. “Oh my God!” she wailed, her ass lifting up off the bed then slamming back down. She went completely berserk. He stroked his dick and reveled in how she looked so helpless… so full of shit. She was loving it, loving
him
, and he was going to serve her proper. He marched over to her nightstand and pulled out his stash of condoms he’d left at her place. Opening a fresh box, he removed the condom and tore it open with his teeth.

“Zenith! You better not go through with this! Put that rubber back! Okay, I’m sorry for going almost 100mph! I’m sorry!”

He turned her mp3 player on…

The notes of “Sex For Your Stereo” by Trey Songz greeted them.

“You went 115mph, Silver… 115…”

“115! Okay, okay!” Her breaths came out heavy and fast as he slid the thing onto his rigid shaft, then rounded the bed real slow. “And…I’m sorry for laughing when you were screaming… It wasn’t funny…I promise!” And then she burst out laughing once again, more than likely reliving the torture she’d put him through in her sordid little mind.

“Yes, that’s it, baby… laugh. Laugh your little evil heart out!”

“Ahhh!” she screamed as he lay on top of her, pressing his weight onto the little minx. With one hand, he gripped her long, delicate neck, and with the other, his hungry cock.

“Now see, I don’t have to worry about knocking your legs apart. They are already wide open for me, baby… for my big, wide, special delivery… Mmmm!” He pushed deep and fast inside of her, causing the woman to yell out, buck, and sigh in a matter of seconds. His pelvis pumped deep, the thrusts slow, then steadfast and firm. The bed rocked and knocked against the wall as he pumped, tightening his grip on her neck and riding her hard. Her wetness increased tenfold, and she whimpered and shook beneath him. Her eyes rolled back.

“Hmmmm,” she cooed, softly, almost humming as he made rough justice to her…

“Shit…” She slurred as he layered her flesh with sloppy kisses. Her shirt bunched beneath their twisting bodies, and the sight of her, the feel of her, was simply too much.

“Open your eyes, baby… Look at me.”

She did, and they stared at one another as he fucked her hard and steady. And then, she tensed, and tensed again when an orgasm took over her body. A gasp escaped her mouth; she stared blankly at the ceiling as she trembled so.

“So damn beautiful…” He snuggled in the crevice of her collar, giving her a delicate kiss and holding her close. The woman’s entire temple, from her head to her feet, pulsed with aftershocks…

“Oh… God…” She sighed.

He hastened his thrusts. “I’m cummin’, baby.” His hips clamped, every muscle in his body rigid as his cock shot the warm stream of his gratitude into the condom, over and over again. The stream that flowed from his dick seemed to never stop, and a soft, yet intense, energy surge raced through his body. Drained, he put all of his effort into rising from her to handle the task of untying her. But, as he reached for her wrists, she said, “Wait.”

He looked down at her skin glistening with sweat and her bright smile. “Leave them on… I’m ready to do that again…”