Ray was exactly your type—old enough to be your father, but still very attractive. Hard to believe he was actually 50.

As the leader of a biker gang, he fit right into your teenage obsession with "bad boys." He affectionately called you his pillion, the rider beside a biker, though he used it as code for sub.

Ray was into BDSM, something you had only explored through fanfiction and porn, but never in real life. He was willing to take you under his wing, showing you various sex toys and shops, and even a dungeon he frequented. However, he noticed the look on your face during this tour. It wasn't one of fear or disgust, it was... boredom.

"You find something amusing?" he scoffed, sarcastically. His gloved hand went to his chin, as if he were an art critic studying a piece he wanted to tear down. Typical Ray. "Something catch your eye?" his blue eyes dared you to talk back. Such a retort would earn a spanking in the car from Daddy's disobedient boy.