Captive Ride by Ella Goode

room something new to stare at.
    “Ever been to an amusement park, Annie?”
    She nods and fixates her doe eyes on me. It’s a good thing I’ve braced myself because being the primary focus of her attention is staggering. As she runs her hot gaze over my face, takes in my chest and then fixates on my obvious erection, I mentally recite the alphabet backwards. If I don’t gain some control, I’ll come in my pants like an inexperienced teenager looking at nudes on the Internet for the first time.
    Her tongue darts out to taste her upper lip. I don’t know much about innocents but I do know what she’s thinking. She’s wondering how I taste. The needy look in her eyes is screaming for me to throw her down on the floor and take her. This is what made Easy leave his cuff behind. I want to cuff her too—cuff her to my side and never allow her to leave.
    “Sex done the right way is like the rides at a park. Good sex charges your adrenaline and makes you scream out loud. Did you scream on the roller coaster, Annie?”
    “Never rode one,” she says and her gaze drops down to stare at my crotch again.
    That gaze is as powerful as a direct touch and I jerk in response. “Seems like there are a lot of things that you haven’t done.”
    “That’s why I’m wearing the cuff.” She raises her right wrist. I want to slap my own on her bare left wrist and then bind them together while I fuck her like an animal. “It’s why I’m here.”
    Voice hoarse, I corral my thoughts. “You understand that putting on that cuff means more than just watching a few strippers dance. It means getting on the roller coaster and riding it until the conductor says you can get off.”
    “Are you the conductor?”
    “Easy or me.”
    She reaches and presses a hand on my chest right over my heart.
    “I want that.” Her hand travels all the way down my chest to stop at the top of my jeans. Wide-eyed, we stare at each other in amazement over her brazenness. She’s red again, but determined. “I want that,” she repeats and then places her small hand against my hard-on.
    I’m all kinds of a fool because I don’t push her hand away. Instead I lean into her caress, wanting those fingers to grip me and then pump me hard. Gritting my teeth I lift her hand from my groin and spin her around.
    My hand itches to slide inside her loose-fitting jeans but I settle for palming her abdomen and pulling her hard against my body. Her frame stiffens at the feel of my cock jabbing into her back but she doesn’t move away.
    Annie’s only a few inches shorter than me and it takes no effort to brush my lips across the top of her ear. She gasps at the light contact and I feel that intake of breath all the way to my balls. In front of us, Trestle approaches the woman who I think is Macy, a woman who works at the Cut-n-Curl, and unbuckles his belt. He runs a palm over her ass and dips between her legs.
    “He’s testing her, to make sure she’s ready,” I murmur into Annie’s ear. I imagine myself smoothing my hand over the round curve of Annie’s ass as she’s sucking on Easy’s dick. My own cock swells at the thought. I’d spread her wide, as Heap is doing now, and arrow into her pussy. Each thrust would push her toward Easy. We’d teach her to take us deep. I stifle a groan.
    “How does he know?” she asks.
    The innocence of her question stops me short. “You ever touch yourself, sweetheart?”
    Although I can’t see her face, I sense she's red again. “Sometimes.”
    “You just rub or stick your finger inside?”
    “Just rub.” Her head dips down as if in embarrassment.
    “Sweetheart.” I can’t believe this. “Nothing inside you?”
    She gives an awkward chuckle. “Is this a job interview? I mean, do I have to have a certain amount of experience before I can be considered?”
    I grab her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
    She follows but not without a last longing look at Heap and Trestle who is thrusting hard inside Macy. I don’t