Ride With Me

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

WILD

I was gonna kill that motherfucker. Where did Rey seriously get off? Tying my arms was one thing, but gagging me? I think the fuck not. As soon as he removed this, oh, it was on like Donkey Kong.

It didn’t matter that I was hard as nails. No, it was the principle of the thing. Rey thought he could shut me up just by gagging me? Ha. He should know me better than that by now.

Eventually though, the events of the day caught up to me, and I couldn’t keep up the pretense of a fight. I purposely did not look at the smug grin on the asshole’s face when I sank into the seat and leaned against the window.

“There’s Daddy’s good princess. See, you can be a good boy for me.”

I snarled but really didn’t have the energy for anything else. The position was uncomfortable with my arms behind my damn back, and I couldn’t even imagine the marks that would be on my wrists when this was all said and done. Not to mention that my jaw was already starting to ache. But despite the discomfort, I felt relaxed for the first time in a while as my eyes started to drift shut.

I must have dozed, because the next thing I grew aware of, was me nearly taking a header out of the car when Rey opened my door.

“What the fuck!” Though with the gag, it came out more like “Whhthfkkk.”

“Sorry, princess,” Rey muttered, sounding apologetic.

“If I cut you loose and remove the gag, are you gonna try and run on me again?’

I thought about it, but honestly, it seemed like way too much effort. I just wanted to get inside. Maybe take a shower. Maybe get fucked by Rey. I shook my head.

“Good boy.” Rey surprised the shit out of me by kissing the top of my head before reaching around and unbuckling the gag. Who knew he could be sweet too?

“Ugh, blah.” I stretched my mouth and tried to swallow around the overwhelming dryness when the gag was gone. Rey grimaced.

Rey dug through a duffle that he had at his feet and took out a bottle of water. He opened it for me and held it to my lips since my hands were still trapped behind me.

Shit, that tasted so good. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until now. Rey pulled the bottle away way too soon and just smirked at the scowl I gave him. “You can have more in the room. I don’t want you to get sick.”

I grumped, but he had a point, so I didn’t say anything else.

“Can you stand? I need to get the zip tie undone.”

It took some effort, my legs were wobbly as fuck, but I eventually stood. Rey pulled out his knife and flicked the blade open. I licked my lips.

Of course he noticed my reaction. “Do you like that?”

I shrugged, not really willing to admit to any more kinky shit.

“I never saw you play with knives before,” Rey commented mildly. He turned me around so he could reach my wrists.

“Yeah, well, I might be reckless, but I do have some boundaries. I’m not doing that with someone I don’t trust.”

Rey carefully slid the blade between my wrists, and within a second, the ties were free. I immediately brought my arms in front of me and started to rub my wrists. Fuck, they were cut to shit. I’d have the marks from this night for days if not longer. That shouldn’t have made me so happy.

“Do you trust me?” Rey asked so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. Oh yeah, the knives. I spun to face him.

He was so close I could just reach out and kiss him. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to do that. I settled for running my fingers over his graying beard. “I don’t know what it says about me, since you’ve literally been stalking me, but yeah, I do.”

Rey was on me instantly, his mouth devouring mine. I barely had a chance to wrap my arms around him to keep my balance, it was so quick and so intense.

Rey was actually kissing me. Somehow this felt like so much more than everything that had happened so far. He’d literally choked me with his dick, yet, this moment, with his lips on mine, was much more intimate, exposing, and terrifying than the rest of it.

Finally, he pulled back, and the way he stared at me—I swear I’d never seen him look at my mom like that, in all the years they were married.

I didn’t know if Rey realized he was staring or what, but eventually he shook his head like he was getting out of a trance. “Um, let’s go inside, princess. You have a punishment due.”

I couldn’t even think to brat off to that, my mind still on everything that had happened. He held out his hand to me. My heart raced a million miles an hour as I grasped it and allowed him to lead me into the hotel room.

One thing about Reyes Padilla, he didn’t do anything in half measures. Normally, people who stalked their stepson, chased them through a field and then pseudo-kidnapped then would probably get a motel room. Well, nothing about that situation was normal, I guessed, but still, stalkers in movies always brought their victims to cheap-ass motel rooms with peeling wallpaper and people who’d turn the other way when they heard the screams.

Not Rey, though. It wasn’t a five-star hotel or anything. But it was nice. The kind we used to book when we went on vacation as a family. He had a room key he scanned to enter the lobby, and there was a concierge on staff even though it was like 4 a.m. They were staring at my less than stellar appearance, which fair. We passed the sign for a pool and the hotel gym, and it looked like there was even a restaurant attached too.

Of course, that made me wonder how much of this did he have planned? Had he done something to my car to cause it to break down? When did he book this room?

Rey led me through the lobby and to the elevator, and I decided I didn’t need to know. I made my decision, and I was sticking to it. Our crazy matched, and there was no turning back now. Honestly, I didn’t want to.

I was well aware this wasn’t going to be easy. There would be fallout. He might have said he took care of Mom and wasn’t leaving her high and dry, but it didn’t mean she was going to be okay with her ex-husband and son being together. The whole thing would be a mess, and I had no idea if Rey and I would survive it.

But tonight, none of that mattered. That was the beauty of this situation. Especially when I was gagged and my hands were tied behind my back. I could pretend I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t have to think too deeply about my actions because Rey was the one controlling everything. It didn’t matter if I gave my consent. It was easy to forget that in the heat of the moment and put everything squarely on Rey’s shoulders.

That was probably why the moment by the car seemed so significant. He was giving me my choice back. This wasn’t some kinky chase and kidnapping anymore. I was willingly and clearly agreeing to continue whatever this was. I was fully accepting the consequences of my actions and what this might mean with my relationship with my mom. I was making the conscious decision that Rey was worth it, no matter what. It was fucking terrifying.

Squaring my shoulders, I stuck to the path I already chose. I squeezed his hand with all my strength and stayed as close as I could possibly be without being under his skin. I didn’t even move when we got to the door and he had to use the key card to open our room again.

We walked inside, and the door closed with a snick that felt very final. This was it. Whatever happened next, there was no turning back now.