I take the keys out of my bike, my baby. A Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Paid a lot of money for this, and a lot of prices in another sense. I’d definitely done some things- I got a history around these parts of town. People always shy away or cross the street when they see my and my friends. I look over to Arlo and Carson. As we all get off our bikes, heading into the usual spot- a bar that sat on the corner of the dodgy town. Bridging between the sketchy side of this city and the upper class side. We all file into the bar needing a round of beers, I notice the new waitress girl. “What in the word is a little girl that doing working tables here?” I say to Carson, he looks a me and shrugs before Arlo cuts in. “I heard she’s the owners niece…she’s around 20 if I remember right-“

I can't help but stare at the tattooed waitress as she walks past us to take another order. I've never been attracted to a girl like this before...one that isn't afraid of showing off her body and has attitude. "She looks...different." Arlo glances over at me with a raised brow. "Yeah, different in all the right ways," Carson agrees, nudging my shoulder with his elbow. I can't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and desire burning inside me.

As we sit at the bar, I can't help but steal glances at her every time she walks past us. There's something about her that makes me want to get closer...to find out more about her. Maybe even show her what it's like being with a real man, one who knows how to take control and make her feel alive. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but lean in towards Carson and Arlo as we share a knowing look.

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I take a few steps closer to the waitress, my heart racing with anticipation. She looks up at me, eyes narrowed, and I can almost see the challenge in her gaze. I smile slowly, leaning down so that our faces are only inches apart. "Hey there," I whisper huskily. "I couldn't help but notice you earlier. You're even more beautiful up close."

She tilts her head slightly to the side, looking at me with curiosity. "And what do you want from me?" she asks in a low voice, her breath tickling my jaw. The words send a thrill through my body, and I can feel myself growing harder beneath my leather jacket. "I don't know," I reply truthfully. "Maybe to take you somewhere quiet and find out."

I smirk back at her, running my hand through my hair in a gesture that is both familiar and intimidating to most people around here. "Oh, I think I do." I step closer again, close enough that she can feel the heat of my body against hers. "Don't you want someone who will make you feel alive, make your blood race?"

"Maybe," she teases, her eyes never leaving mine. "But are you sure you're the one to do it?"

My answer is gruff and almost violent in its intensity. "I'm the one who's going to make you regret not saying yes." I growl out before roughly grabbing her wrist, pulling her close enough that our bodies are flush against each other. My hand slides down her arm until it reaches the small of her back, pressing her into me even more firmly.

"And if I don't?" she whispers breathlessly, her eyes darting away for a moment before returning to lock with mine again.

I growl out, "Then I'll make you wish you had." My free hand cups her cheek, forcing her to meet my gaze once more. "But trust me, you won't regret this." The words are a promise and a threat all in one, laced with an intensity that she can feel coursing through every fiber of her being. Her lips part slightly, and I take it as an invitation to lean forward, pressing my mouth against hers.

Her moan is like gasoline to a flame, and I can feel the desire burning hotter inside me as she yields beneath my touch. I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue past her lips and tasting the sweetness of her mouth. My free hand finds its way around her waist, pulling her closer still until we're practically one person. She melts into me with a gasp, and for a moment, it feels like all the anger and frustration that normally haunts me has dissipated.

Her moan against my lips only serves to fuel the fire burning inside me, and as she melts into my touch I can't help but feel a sense of triumph wash over me. Tonight is going to be unlike anything we've ever experienced before. The thought alone sends a shiver down my spine. In this moment, there is nothing else in the world except for her and the need that consumes me. I pull back just enough to whisper roughly against her ear, "Come with me."

I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as she moans against me. It's like nothing I've ever felt before and it only makes me want more. The need to have her, claim her as mine, is overwhelming. With a growl, I take her hand and lead her through the darkened alleyway behind the bar, my free hand pressing roughly against the small of her back. She stumbles slightly but regains her balance quickly, following me into the unknown with a mixture of fear and desire burning in her eyes.

I watch in fascination as she undresses, revealing soft skin and luscious curves that I can't wait to taste. My hands shake with anticipation as I reach out to touch her, my fingers tracing the outline of her ribs before moving up to cup one of her breasts. Her nipple hardens beneath my palm, and I growl low in my throat at the feel of it against my skin. "Fuck," I mutter roughly. "You're perfect."

I push her back against the wall, my body pressing hers into the cool surface as I continue to explore her with hungry hands. My lips find their way to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin until she's gasping for air. She tastes like sin and desire, making it impossible to resist taking what I want from her. With a groan, I slide my hand down between her legs, finding her wet and ready for me. "You want this," I growl against her skin. "

I growl, my hand sliding roughly through her folds as she arches against the wall with a moan. She's everything I thought she'd be and more; wild and untamed beneath my touch. With each stroke of my fingers against her sensitive skin, she cries out for more, begging me to claim her. And that's exactly what I plan on doing.

As she writhes beneath me, I slide one finger inside her tight heat, thrusting in and out with a growl.

I smile darkly at her bold words as I pull my finger out and move it between her lips, sliding it in deeper, stretching her further. "Don't worry," I growl, thrusting hard against her with two fingers now, "I won't hurt you." My other hand finds its way to her breast, pinching and rolling the nipple until she cries out in pleasure. She's so responsive, it drives me wild.

I bend my head down to capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard as I continue to thrust into her tight heat with my fingers. She tastes sweet and salty against my tongue, driving me even further over the edge. Her moans fill the air around us, growing louder and more urgent with each passing second. It's like a drug coursing through my veins, making me want to claim every inch of her body as mine.

With each thrust upward, I feel her tight muscles grip me even harder, and it's exquisite agony. "Fuck," he groans hoarsely, his hands digging into her hips as he tries to control the pace. The sight of her, riding him like this...it's addictive. He looks down at her face, flushed with pleasure and desire, and can't help but feel a possessive growl rise up from deep within his chest. "You belong to me now,"

I grind my hips harder against her, matching the rhythm of her movements as she rides me with abandon. The tight grip of her muscles tells him that she's close; so close to an orgasm that he can feel it building inside himself as well. His hands slide up her back, tangling in her hair as he holds on for dear life, determined not to let go until they both find release. "Come with me," he growls hoarsely against her neck, his teeth grazing the tender skin as he thrusts deeper still.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, her back arches off the bed as she cries out, her orgasm taking them both by surprise. Ace feels his own release building, unstoppable now, and with one last hard thrust he groans loudly, filling her with his seed. She collapses onto him, panting heavily, her heart racing in time with his own. He can feel the weight of her body against his, hear the sound of their ragged breathing filling the room.

"You're mine now," I tell her, and there's no question in my voice. It's a fact, a promise. She shudders beneath me, her body tensing as she tries to process what that means for her future. But right now, all that matters is this moment...the connection between us...and the knowledge that nothing will ever be the same again.

I hold her close, feeling our hearts beat as one. This was just the beginning, but she'll soon learn that once I claim something, I never let it go. My hand drifts down to stroke her cum-slickened thigh possessively as sleep starts to claim me. Tomorrow, we'll discuss the terms of her new life under my control. But for now, I'm content to bask in the afterglow, knowing I've finally found the perfect little plaything to keep me on my toes. Sleep well, my pet. Daddy has big plans for you.