Page 113 of Heavy
I’ve never been in the front. Never been able to see anything but the world passing by at my side. This view is something entirely different, and I hate to be cliché, but it feels like flying. I now know what Rose felt like on the Titanic, because as we move through the mile or so of forest before passing through the gates to the private lake, nothing impedes my vision. I’m seeing the world through a singular piece of glass, but nothing except that. I wish I were brave enough to take the helmet off, because then it would just be me and the wind.
And of course, Ronan.
“Whatever,” I finally say. “You murder my pussy daily, and that’s the only killing I’ll accept you’re guilty of.”
His throaty chuckle makes me smile stupidly.
“If you say so, baby girl.”
He guides us through a few turns, and the silence settles between us. I’m not sure where we’re headed, but his hint about a non-traditional night out this weekend had me intrigued. We’ve had a few dinner dates, but mostly we've been tucked away in the cabin. Not that I’d ever complain—but now, he’s got me genuinely excited.
The next turn takes us off the main road onto a narrow, paved street that’s seen better days. Rocks and bits of debris are scattered across the surface, and as we move deeper into the thicket things get significantly harder to see. Without the motorcycle’s bright headlights, we’d be nearly in total darkness—the moon’s not full tonight, leaving us with barely any light to navigate by.
“You doing okay?” he asks, his fingers slipping between mine as we hold onto the handlebars together. His thumb brushes against mine, as though reassuring me he’s got me. I know he does and I hate myself for ever thinking I couldn’t trust him with my safety.
“I am, this is both terrifying and exciting.”
“I’ll take you on the freeway next time.”
“No, you won’t!” I nearly shout. “This was perfect, don’t ruin it.”
He chuckles and gently taps his helmet against mine.
The road stretches on, winding and uneven, forcing us to weave carefully through some sections. I can’t make out much around us, just what’s directly in front. I think we’re descending, but it’s hard to be certain.
We take a sharp turn and that’s when I see it—light breaking through the dense tree line ahead. Flickering and warm, it’s unmistakably fire.
The sky opens up as we come into what is like a makeshift parking lot. There are a few camper vans, cars, and some motorcycles. I wouldn’t say it’s crowded, maybe two dozen on the lot. Beyond the parked vehicles, are the bonfires, which are scattered across a large lake. I say it’s large, not because I can see it, but because I can’t. The emptiness of the area ahead just tells me that it spans for miles.
Ronan drives past the parking lot, moving onto the dirt and slightly away from couples and groups of people. When he parks, he does so right next to an unlit grouping of logs, then gets off and helps me do the same. He places fingers at the crease of my ass and pushes on the butt plug. I gasp, but don’t say or do anything, because I think he was making sure it stayed in… because he’d not be teasing me with all these people around.
As we both remove our helmets, my eyes start to adjust to the dim firelight scattered throughout the scene. Just as I begin to take in the people around us, Ronan reaches out, blocking my view with his hand.
I giggle. “Ronan, what are you doing?”
“Keep your eyes closed while I light the fire,” he murmurs into my ear, causing the small hairs at the back of my neck to stand. “Or just look at me.”
“Okay.” I like being his good girl, so I will do whatever he says. His rewards for obedience are too good to defy, and while I enjoy his punishments, I’ll take the former when I can get it.
Closing my eyes, he steps away from me and I search for the bike. Once I’ve got myself safely situated onto it, I lean slightly and wait, not peeking. The sounds around me are heightened, but mostly what comes to me is the crackling of fire, and soon the distinctive slide of a match against a rough surface.
“How’s your ass, baby girl?”
Biting my lip, I slightly shift my hips so that my ass rubs against the leather seat of the bike. “Needy.” I’m unable to keep myself from chuckling while saying it.
He tuts. “Naughty little slut. I remember you confessing how you weren’t really into that. Now look at you, basically grinding against that seat.”
I mock gasp. “I am not.” I absolutely am.
“One spank for lying.” As heat builds at my backside from the bonfire, I feel his hands come to grab at my waist. “Keep your eyes closed.”
He moves his hand down to my leg and spreads it wide. My natural instinct is to grab him to stop whatever it is he is going to do. We are in public, and I really don’t want to be that worked up and have to wait for him to take me home.
“Baby,” I moan. “I’m already suffering, don’t make it worse.”
He ignores my feigned agony. “A really rich man bought this land, don’t ask me how because I don’t really care.” The sensation of his fingers drawing up between my thighs has me panting, and equally angry at how thick my cargo pants are. “He originally was going to make this a place for families to camp…” He leans in, nibbling at the base of my neck. His breath fans against my skin as he continues, “His sons decided it was a place tomakefamilies.”
When he cups my pussy I gasp but immediately slap my hand over my mouth.
