Red Ridng (Closed)

Taking another bite of the piece of toast, Natalie stopped chewing for a moment when Rafe stared down at her hard. Nervousness coarsed throughout her body, almost having that feeling that he could be staring in to her soul. As quick as that happen, Rafe walked away, dropping the coffee cup in to the sink hard enough to hear it clatter. At this point, she wouldn't be surprised if the cup itself was cracked or shattered.

She finished her toast and made her way back to the room, feeding the rabbit some of the carrot. Thinking it over, Natalie pushed the rest of the carrot in to the cage. Who knows how long would they be gone. After that, she changed in to a pair of dark capris, a red tank top, and a light black jacket. The weather outside, as far as she could tell, felt cool.

For the next few minutes, as she got out her purse hanging on her door knob and taking some of her money from her own "piggy bank", Natalie contemplated on taking money from the hidden floor trap, but decided against it. She would have to be alone in the bath house or that Rafe would be willing to leave her alone for at least an hour.

Just as she was about to make up her mind, she heard the sounds of an engine roar from a distance coming closer and closer. No one that she knew nearby owned a motorcycle. At least majority of them owned trucks.

Looks like the safe would have to be left alone. At least for a little while. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, brushing her hair to make it less messy. Natalie studied her appearance from the top of her head, to the white vector patterns etched on the side of her red tank top, all the way down to her black capris and purse. It had been some time since she dressed to go out, not to mention to town. Especially without the hunter for the first time.

There is that thought of her wondering what Rafe would think of her being "dressed up" and such.

Putting her coat on, she got her flats on and headed out of the cabin. As soon as she got out, her eyebrows raised, noticing a motorcycle having just arrived at her cabin with Rafe driving.
 
Rafe pulled up to the small cottage and found ground firm so he could put down the kickstand. Just as he cut the engine Natalie walked out the door. It was clear she had put work into looking as good as she did. He liked the color red on her though he couldn't think why at the moment.

With a pleased smile Rafe uttered, “Beautiful,” just loud enough for her to hear and then spoke up, “I don't have a helmet, so you'll just have to hold tight and believe I'll keep you safe. I bet this is your first bike ride, don't be afraid. Just enjoy it.”

Then Rafe patted the part of the seat behind him and brought the bike back to life, roaring and humming.
 
For Natalie, there was a sense of excitement on riding a motorcycle. Although she had seen them and seen motorists riding them while doing tricks by the lake, Natalie had never gotten the chance to ride on one. Adjusting her purse, she proceeded to climb on to the seat behind him and wrapped her arms around him, clinging on to him firmly. At least enough to ensure that she wouldn't fall off once he starts making those turns. Her head rested on the back of his neck, looking up at the morning sky.

Natalie had to admit, being that it was her first time on a motorcycle, she was a little nervous.
 
It felt good to get away from the cottage. He liked it and wanted it as his home, but he had also gotten used to not staying in any one place for very long. Rafe kept the bike slow at first, because he could tell she was nervous. As they sped up he pulled sunglasses from his shirt pocket. He loved the feel of the wind in his hair and Natalie's arms wrapped around him. This feeling was what he'd been wanting.

It was a long ride into town and Rafe lost in his own mind didn't make any stops. By lunch they were in town and he pulled into a space at a little diner. Parking the bike Rafe got off first and offered his hand to Natalie. “Had a good ride, I hope,” he asked.
 
She rested her head on Rafe's shoulder, admiring the various the small shops and fields along the way. However, when Rafe began to speed up, Natalie couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, thus her hold around Rafe's waist becoming a little tighter. At times, she did feel a bit agitated whenever Rafe made sharp turns, fearing that she would fall off. Smiling, she took hold of Rafe's hand, getting off the bike.

While it was nice, Natalie reflected in her own thoughts on how strange their relationship was. It could possibly be an amicable love/hate relationship. She nodded in earnest when Rafe asked her if she had a fun time on the bike.

"Yeah. Hair kept hitting my eyes sometimes but I guess I can find something."
 
“I thought you might be a little scared, I'm glad you liked it,” he told her earnestly. He led her into the diner and found a booth at the far end where there weren't as many patrons. An old red headed woman whose name tag said, “Dorris” gave them menus and then went back to arguing with the cook.

“I hope the bike ride will be the first of some new things you'll enjoy while we're in town,” he told her offhandedly while he looked over the menu. He considered also adding some kind of veiled threat about revealing him as well, but decided against it. As much as his instincts fought against the idea, he needed to give her his trust.
 
Diners such as this were pretty far from the woods. Usually, the times that she and the hunter ate out were at family friends' homes that were mere minutes of a walk from her place. Natalie had only been in a diner twice in her lifetime, mostly for road trips she accompanied the hunter to that would take several nights to make it.

Natalie looked over the menu, debating if she should get one of their sandwiches, fries, or desert. When the waitress approached the two, Natalie requested for a cup of coffee.

"What else are we going to do in town today? Other than the grocery shopping, I mean."
 
Rafe ordered a steak when the time came. It wasn't the best quality and not fresh like he was used to either, but he was hungry.

“I thought we could start with something we could agree on. I'd like to spend some time shopping for clothes for you. There was another shop I once found in this town I'd like to take you to after that, and end our night at a bar,” Rafe told her, quickly adding, “if you want that is.” When push came to shove he'd do what was needed to keep her, but he trying to be easier on Natalie after the previous night.

Rafe chewed unhappily on a tough part of his steak. Today could be wonderful, opening Natalie to new experiences, but it could be like this steak too, a mistake he'd have to deal with as best he could.
 
Natalie's tuna melt and coke was served not long after Rafe's steak came in. Taking a few bites out of the sandwich, she only stopped when Rafe mentioned about going to a bar at the end of the night. She placed her sandwich back on her plate and used a napkin to wipe a bit of the crumbs from the corner of her lip. Her gaze lowered for a moment before she spoke.

"I don't think they would let me in a bar," Natalie replied in a meek tone. "Last I heard, the wouldn't let anyone under twenty one years old in. I turn nineteen in three months...actually."

She took a sip of her coke before looking back up at Rafe. "I...um...well actually...I kind of wanted to go somewhere else tonight." The next thing Natalie said sounded as if it were a long word rather than a sentence.

"I mean we can go to the bar if that's what you want."

It was more out of a reflex, an instinct if one were to call it, that she had grown accustomed to the past several weeks since she had been living with him. Being opposed to what he wanted to do and wanting to do something else...what would he think?

Taking in a deep breath, she forced herself to drink her coke, biting in to the straw.

"I'm sorry."
 
Rafe nodded his head, smiled, and popped another bit of steak into his mouth. He chewed on it a moment before answering her.

“These were just things I thought we both might enjoy Natalie,” he told her, “but you're right going to the bar might cause problems, they don't always check, but sometimes. So, what are you thinking about, what would you like to do tonight?”
 
Natalie was genuinely surprised when Rafe wasn't disappointed at the fact that she couldn't get in to a bar due to her age. Or a bit upset that Natalie wanted to do something else later tonight. She smiled nervously while her fingers took hold of her cup. drumming her fingers on its side. Natalie took a moment to debate on whether she should tell him such a possible trivial thing.

"I haven't been to the park for a while, actually. The forest is nice too but the park has all those swings, jungle gym stuff, slide, and those funny rocks kids climb on. Last time I went there was for star gazing when I was ten. Telescope and stuff..."

She trailed off, wondering if she was rambling a little too much. The telescope sat in her closet but the unfortunate part was that the lens had been scratched badly.
 
The park? Her request was completely unexpected and reminded him how little she had really lived her life. How cooped up she had really been. Rafe had no illusions about what he'd done, he'd taken revenge on what was essentially her father and taken her violently as his own.

Rafe finished his meal in silence thinking about her request. He had no intention of telling her no, but it simply made him think a bit more about her and the life she had led up until now. It made him want to show her what the world was like, but that would have to wait.

“The park sounds like a nice way to end our night Natalie, its a good idea. Thank you for telling me.” Rafe tried to sound as gentle as he could considering her nervous she seemed. “Are you ready Natalie, I think there's a clothing store you might like just down the street.”
 
Natalie watched Rafe eat the rest of his meal silently, not saying one word to her after she just had to go on and on sharing her bits of childhood. And to Rafe, nonetheless. Why did she have to oppose to the bar idea? Maybe they wouldn't be sharing this awkward silence with each other if she had just stuck with the original suggestion.

As she was about to get lost in her thoughts, Rafe broke her chain of thought, asking if she was ready to go to the clothing store down the street. Natalie could only nod, a small smile appearing on her lips revealing the pearly white teeth.

"Y-yeah," she nearly stammered. Waving down the waitress, she waited until she approached before asking for a take out box for her tuna melt. One minute later, the waitress returned with a small, white Styrofoam box and a plastic bag.
 
Rafe was used to traveling with very little, so even a small take home box felt like an inconvenience. Still he said nothing about it. He left the bike parked and they walked down the block. The store was a Kohl's, a large clothing store and as they approached put a hand on Natalie's shoulder and then ran it across her back.

“I want you to pick out anything you like, Natalie. I want you to pick out some things I might like too though. Don't worry about the money either, I will take care of that.” Rafe was eager. He wanted to see her model for him and try to impress him. He wondered what she would find.
 
While it had been a while since she stepped foot in a clothing store, Natalie had not missed out too much when it came to wearing clothes. Often or not, a neighbor and family friend who lived about ten minutes away from home dropped by with sales catalogs for clothes that ranged from Old Navy, to Kohls, even down to the occasional Wal Mart and Target brands. Natalie would circle some of the things she liked, within a certain money limit imposed by the hunter, give it to the family friend and wait at least until the next day. The family friend worked in town at an auction who moderated various selling items from fish, meat, antiques, cattle, and on occasion, houses.

It hasn't happened for the past two years since the family friend had moved closer to town.

Natalie moved around from one area to the next, looking over the interesting pieces of attire. Some of them appealed to her while others never came in her size. Either they were way too small, or oversized and baggy. The ones she did look over, she had from time to time asked Rafe for his opinion.
 
Rafe let Natalie take the lead in the store. He smiled at her as they went through the store finding various outfits for her. She occasionally sought his approval and opinion, and though she looked wonderful in whatever she tried on he tried to give her helpful words when she asked. With every outfit she tried his thoughts turned more to what was underneath them. He hadn't gotten a hotel room yet, he had no where private to take her.

“Alright, I think this will be the last one,” he told her as she went into the changing room with a short black skirt and a black ruffled sleeveless top. This time Rafe stood close to the door and listened as she changed. As she opened the door he pushed her back inside and closed the door behind them.

“Panties off,” he growled to her. He wanted her here and now.
 
Well, at least the clothes trying was over and done with. Natalie pushed open the door and was just about to step out when Rafe pushed her back inside. She didn't know what startled her more: Being pushed back inside by Rafe or the fact that he ordered her to take her panties off so the two could fuck each other while they were in the store. Where people were likely to hear them!

Her eyes went wide, nervous at his request. However, she didn't ask questions while her hands, trembling slightly, undid her pants before pulling them and her panties down. How were they going to pull this off without other people taking notice?
 
Undoing his belt Rafe tossed his pants and underwear aside as well. Natalie had just stepped out of her panties when he pressed her against the wall and began to slide his hard cock into her. He wondered if she could keep quiet, if they would be caught, and what Natalie might do if they were. Even though all this ran through his mind Rafe still couldn't help himself, she was irresistible.

“If we can stay quiet we won't be caught,” he whispered, “I couldn't wait.”
 
Her heart began to beat a little faster once he had her up against the wall. When Rafe slid his cock inside her pussy, she nearly screamed, only letting out a small whimper. Natalie bit her bottom lip as she either breathed heavily or let out a muffled sound. She wouldn't have minded it too much...that is if they were in a private place where no one would know.

Natalie wrapped her hands around Rafe's neck, digging her fingernails deep in to the flesh of his shoulders. Anything to get her mind off of the feeling.

From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the full length mirror on her left.
 
Rafe ripped his shirt off, tossing it on the ground. Her nails were digging into him, it hurt, but he was past caring. He caught Natalie looking at them on the mirror and looked himself. Almost everything about the reflection added to his passion, but the anxious look on her face.

“Trust me, Natalie,” he whispered to her still thrusting into her, “Bite into my shoulder if you can't stay quiet, but enjoy this.” Then he leaned in closer and began kissing her neck.
 
It was true what Rafe had somewhat figured out about her. Natalie's anxiety was slowly taking over her enjoyment. Public places, she couldn't do it. But Rafe had her trapped between him and a wall. She could have sworn she heard footsteps approach their fitting room stall but those footsteps walked past them without thinking the wiser.

Natalie ducked her head down a little, taking up on Rafe's offer of having to bite down his shoulder if she had to. She let out a soft moan when he kissed her neck, enough to hear between the two but not loud enough for anyone else on the outside.

A minute passed by as Natalie relaxed a little, allowing the pleasure to take over her. At least temporarily. Her fingers were still on his shoulders, having left scratch marks and four slightly deep puncture wounds thanks to them. As Rafe sped up the thrusting, Natalie's breathing got heavier, biting down on his shoulder to quiet down. This time, she bit down hard, as to indicate the level of intensity she was feeling.
 
Rafe could tell she was losing herself in it and letting herself feel the pleasure. He grabbed her ass and continued to fuck her harder. He was having trouble not letting out pleasure filled groans himself, but succeeded until she bit down on him hard. It surprised him, but not in a bad way and he let out a low groan as he continued to pound into her.

Then he heard the footsteps from earlier again.

“Is everything alright in there,” came a woman's voice. Rafe slowed down, but he didn't stop and the woman called out again, “are you ok?”

Still fucking her although very slowly Rafe whispered in Natalie's ears, “you'd better answer her.” He knew Natalie would be scared, but he had faith she could do this.
 
The woman's voice brought Natalie out of her daze, bringing back some of the anxiety she had felt earlier. Her fingers grabbed hold the back of his shoulders, scared that the worker would try to open the door. Rafe didn't seem to stop, even if he slowed down a little. His advice didn't exactly ease her anxiety, despite what his intentions may be.

"Y-Yeah, I'm doing okay." Natalie replied, forcing herself to sound casual. "Doing great, actually."

Still, she couldn't help but fear that the worker was going to open the door or call in security. Anything to have them find out about what's behind the closed door.

Instead, the woman seemed pleased, responding, "That's good." The footsteps shuffled past her dressing room before disappearing.
 
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With the woman gone Rafe continued pounding into her. He was strangely proud of Natalie, that she could keep her composure if she had to.

“Good girl,” he praised in a quiet raspy voice before going back to her neck, this time nibbling at it. He was already close and the excitement of almost getting caught had pushed him closer. “Nothing to worry about.” Rafe let out a very soft groan of pleasure. Her teeth and nails in him hadn't been the deterrent he thought they might have been either. Though it had been rash, he was loving taking Natalie here.
 
Nothing to worry about? Natalie wasn't sure if she should felt rest assured of that. A small part of her worried that they were still going to be found out, one way or the other.

The faster Rafe continued to fucking with her, the more she was on the verge of climax. The combination of that and his lips nibbling and licking at her neck was driving her crazy. She closed her eyes shut, her fingernails digging deep in to his flesh while she whimpered. She wouldn't be surprised if her fingernails broke his skin.

Even biting in to his shoulder as he instructed was enough of a struggle to get Natalie to stay quiet.
 
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