Sorry this took so long. Life is terribly busy. Please check out my one-shot The Mechanic. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story. I hope you're enjoying it! Things are going to get pretty fucked up in the next couple of chapters. Cheers!
Chapter 15 : Bitch
Ginger choose the shadiest bar she could find. This bar had rapist written all over it. The building and it's customers practically screamed Ginger would find herself a murder victim if she didn't carry a switch-blade with her, and wasn't also a sexual predator.
She sauntered in the bar like she owned the place catching dangerous glances from shifty-looking patrons. Wearing a black skirt and an ivy green top that was just tight enough to showcase her ample cleavage but lose enough so that she still looked like a lady she was dress to kill, or rather hunt. As she approached the counter the huntress spotted her prey, Mac, out of the corner of her eye. He had noticed her when she came inside and had stared at her, licking his lips and nursing his whiskey. It almost made Ginger wonder who was the hunted here, but then she remembered her plan and ordered a shot of Goldshlager while flirtatiously waving to Mac. "Hey there cowboy!"
"What brings you here?" Mac asked as he motioned for Ginger to join him.
"Looking for a place I can drink without Devon humping my leg like a horny puppy. You?"
Mac snorted, "lookin for somethin that ain't from Cainville, to hump my leg."
"By me some drinks and I might help you with that." Ginger smirked and downed her shot of cinnamon liqueur. "I need a cigarette, I'll be back."
Ginger walked outside knowing Mac followed close behind her. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back painfully. He whispered in her ear, "You think you can just fucken play games with me?"
"Are you not having fun? The way your cock is digging in my ass, you'd think you are enjoying yourself a little." Ginger innocently mocked him.
"Don't fuck with me or I'll break your fucken neck! We are leaving!"
"Well I guess if you put it that way." Ginger fearlessly laughed.
Mac growled at her. He wanted to bash her smart mouth. Did she think he was being funny? A woman mocking him was something that he's never seen before. He may not make it to the cave, he might have to fuck her in the parking lot.
"There's just one condition, Cowboy." Ginger licked her lips.
"And what's that?" Mac asked already preparing to tell Ginger to go fuck herself and drag her by her hair into his truck like a caveman.
"You better fix the way you fucken talk to me. I understand the lady to whore ratio here is awfully low and you've no idea how to treat a lady but that shouldn't stop you from making an effort."
Mac rolled his eyes. "All women are whores. Your problem is you just ain't had a good enough fuck to prove it to you yet. After we're done I'm gonna own your ass!"
Ginger laughed and got close enough to Mac so he could smell the liqueur on her and feel the heat from her breath, "What I've got between my legs is more addictive than that shit you've gone and ruined your teeth with. You'll be climbing the walls for your next ride. If you don't play by my rules you'll be jerking off to what could have been. Is that clear Mac?"
Mac snared, "Crystal."
Mac drove dangerously fast to the cave. Ginger questioned knowingly, "where are you taking me Prince Charming?"
"Some place private, we ain't goin to my house. I don't have any power." Mac lied. The truth was that if anyone drove by his place and found out she was there Walter would find out and kick Mac's traitorous ass. Mac has no problem betraying family when there is pussy involved he prefers to score more than once. He was going to break her.
Ginger followed Mac into the cave. She commented, "cozy."
Mac threatened, "don't you fucken breathe a word of what you see here to nobody! I'll slit your fucking throat!"
Ginger stepped closer to Mac, pressing him up against the side of the cave and staring at through him with her bedroom eyes. As she spoke sweetly, she gently raked her hands up his thighs and over his pulsing manhood, "Don't worry, Mac baby, you can trust me."
Something lust snapped in Mac as he stared straight into Ginger's eyes, his nostrils flaring. Unable to contain himself He harshly grabs Ginger by the wrists and practically drags her into on of the caverns in huge cave.
The creepy cavern is dimly lit by lanterns. The cavern is littered with trash. The only thing that remotely resembles furniture it a filthy stain covered mattress. Ginger's eyes light up with plan-accumulating ideas when she sees that a feature of the mattress are restraints.
Ginger purrs to Mac innocently, "how about I tie you up?"
Mac takes a hit out of his lucky tin. He shrugged and thinks he's never been dominated what's the worse that could happen, if this crazy bitch tries to pull something he will hide his hunting knife so he can quickly escape then catch her and choke her till she's purple. Mac reluctantly agrees to this new experience.
Mac hears Ginger giggle as he removes his clothes, but he's too focused on the way she's looking at him licking her lips to be concerned.
Dirty T-shirt and ripped jeans tossed haphazardly aside in a pile along with his boots, Mac goes to lay on the mattress, as Ginger instructed. But before he can sit down Ginger stops him asking coyly, "um woah cowboy! What do you. Think you're doing?"
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" Mac grunts in reply.
"Boxers off, bitch."
Mac's eyes narrow at her, "I ain't nobody's bitch!"
Ginger rolled her eyes at him, the nerve of her! Mac's fists tightened as she replied, "Everybody is somebody's bitch. Now boxers off Cowboy. I want to see all of you."
All Mac could think about was the big pay off as he took his boxers off. Slamming Ginger's pretty face against the rough cave face was going to be worth all the bullshit he has to go through to get there. The more she kept this up, he thought, the more he likes the idea of keeping her alive for a few days to see her suffer. The flood of ideas were making his cock twitch.
"Impressive." Ginger said looking at Mac's , "now get on the mattress."
Mac did as he was told, secretly hiding his knife under the mattress in case of an emergency. Ginger bent down and fastened the restraints tightly. She made the last one pinch on purpose to test the water and looked up at Mac innocently, "Ooopps."
With Mac tided up tightly Ginger stood back for a second admiring her prey. She stared down at Mac's powerful body. Mac, who was on the verge of spontaneous combustion, was shouting if she didn't do as he demanded and, "get your fucking clothes off, fore I get out of here and make you!"
Without saying a word, Ginger slowly and seductively strips her clothes off. She was teasing Mac which is also like teasing a wild animal.
Naked, she quietly sat on Mac's lap and looked him in the eyes. Mac watches her speechless, his hard erection throbbing. She smiles a half-smile and, using her nails, slowly traces her way down the hair on his chest to the hair on his stomach all the way to his impatient shaft. She expertly grabs hold of him and positions herself so he is lined up at her waiting entrance.
Resting her hands on his broad chest she can feel his heart beat increasing and hear him breathing heavy. They both moan as she eased him slowly, inch by inch inside. Ginger takes a second to adjust to Mac's size causing Mac to groan and buck upwards to relieve his need.
As soon as he moved Ginger shook her head at him and said in a labored breath, "I said I'm in charge."
Ginger gyrates her hips to an unbearably slow rhythm making Mac squirm with frustration. "You better stop this shit," he warned.
"Or what?" Ginger asked innocently, "you gonna cut me with that knife you have hidden behind you?"
As Ginger spoke she reached behind and grabbed the knife then asked "how dumb do you think I am?"
Mac began to open his mouth with a smart as comment and Ginger snapped it shut saying, "don't answer that. I'm almost there and anymore of your nasty breath might just ruin it for me."
With her hand over Mac's mouth she continued to ride him her breathing quickening until her uncontrollable, shuddering contractions washed over her with a whimper of satisfaction.
She got up slowly, caught her breaths and collected herself. She hummed to herself as she used Mac's cloths to clean herself up and got dressed.
Mac was being to realize he wasn't going anywhere. He was silent as her watched Ginger get dressed like a wild animal that is just getting a feel for his surroundings.
When Ginger picked up a baseball bat and began unceremoniously smashing Mac's cooking equipment while giggling like a sociopath Mac started to see red. By the time Ginger finished all of his equipment was in pieces and Mac was practically foaming at the mouth.
As Ginger was about to leave she leaned up close into Mac, smiled and asked , "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
In his rage, Mac lunged at her but the restraints were too tight and he couldn't snap them. The display of caged power only made Ginger laugh.
"I bet you want this." She said dangling his knife just out of his reach.
Mac roared, "I'm gonna fucking kill you bitch!"
"Yawn." Ginger said apathetically.
Mac gave her a seething look.
"O don't be like that. We had fun. Now give me a kiss because I've got to go." She leaned into to steal a kiss from Mac and moved his head towards her like he was going to bite her.
"Now that's not very nice, Mac! " Ginger said brandishing the knife closer to him. She grabbed a hand full of his hair and kiss him greedily. "See you soon!"