by Piper Stone
I was aware I’d kicked off my boots as she fumbled with my belt, finally freeing and peeling away the dense material from my hips. Yanking her away from the counter, I slid my hand down her soft skin, the tips of my fingers feeling every prickling sensation, every jolt of energy.
She pushed against me hard, her hand slamming along my breastbone. Taking deep breaths, she licked her lips and the glassiness of her eyes drew me in even more. I yanked her head, exposing her neck until it was strained, garbled gasps coming from her mouth. The extreme hunger moving into an explosion of need, I grunted and bit down on her tender skin, marking her as mine. No other man would ever touch her, take her. No man would ever sully my submissive lest they die at my hands.
Ripping away at the edges of my jeans, she managed to snake her hand past the zipper, cupping and squeezing my rock-hard cock. My grunts became keening growls as she freed both my shaft and balls, her hand providing a wicked combination of relief and yearning. She became wild with her own needs, pumping the base of my shaft, her hand twisting back and forth. The friction clawed at my breath and at the little control I had left.
I inched back only long enough to jerk the shirt from my body just seconds before she snagged the edges of my jeans with her fingers, tugging as she dropped to her knees. I was forced to take several deep breaths as she moved to free my legs, the gentleness of her fingers a direct contrast to her hot breath skipping along the insides of my thighs. My body was shaking from the brutal adrenaline coursing alongside my blood, creating ripples of fog floating across my field of vision.
A single purr erupted from her mouth, a tigress in heat as she crawled between my legs, fixating her mouth on the lower part of my stomach. The way her tongue dragged back and forth across my skin was magnificent, opening up every dark and kinky image I’d thought of even long before meeting her. Fisting my hands, I closed my eyes, determined to allow her to play, but with every raspy breath and every dart of her tongue, I knew I was losing the battle.
I gritted my teeth, my body swaying forward and backward as she mouthed the area beside my cock, teasing. Taking her time. The visions floating in my mind were more than just carnal. They were unrestrained and vicious, controlling and damning and I knew she’d love every moment of being bound to me.
Crystal cooed as she used all ten fingers, running them up and down the sides of my cock. Then she peppered kisses along the underside until she reached my swollen testicles. She teasingly blew several raspy breaths and her tongue swiped in circle after circle. I was on fire, the temptation crouched beneath me the most delicious aphrodisiac. I was drunk on her intoxicating scent, wired from her verve alone.
She moved her open mouth to the inside of my thigh, taking her time as she licked and sucked, going down inch by inch. I was forced to grip the counter with one hand, my legs quaking as she dragged her tongue to the top of my foot. The way she touched me, caressing my skin, was a whisper of her needs, of the increasing appetite that would need to be fed soon.
A sweet series of moans slipped past her lips as she pressed her mouth against my other foot, languishing for only seconds. Traveling up along the inside of my other leg, she used only the tip of her tongue to drive me into a frenzied state.
“Fuck...”
Purring her approval, she gave me a heated look before taking my shaft into her hand, holding it at full attention as she darted her tongue around my cockhead. With every swipe, every ragged breath, I jutted my hips forward. I wanted nothing more than to impale her mouth, claiming her last hole.
Crystal sucked on the tip as she rolled my balls through her fingers, moving from one to the other, every motion like a sweet symphony.
“Jesus. Christ.” The words were almost inaudible, and I stared at my reflection in the mirror, no longer recognizing the man standing in front of me. I could feel her opening her mouth wider, taking me down an inch at a time, her hand pumping up and down in order to meet her mouth. The combination was intense. Perfect.
She moved onto her knees and squeezed my testicles with enough pressure that stars floated in front of my eyes. I could barely breathe, had no ability to focus. Her head bobbed up and down as she began sucking with fervor, the slurping sounds permeating the dense air. The combination of pain erupting from my balls and the sweet peace of having her hot and wet mouth was pure ecstasy.
I slapped my hand on top of her head, intertwining my fingers in her long strands of hair. I wanted to keep her here, to drink every drop of my cum. She seemed famished, growling like an animal as she sucked, her tongue darting back and forth. I’d already felt the strings of pre-cum releasing and as my body began to shake in a violent manner, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.
But I wanted more. I wanted everything.
Taking over control, I face-fucked her, both hands on her head, plunging my cock so deep that the tip hit the back of her throat. I heard the soft gags, felt her relax her throat, allowing me to fill her mouth with ease. I could see her eyes gazing up at me, the longing deep-seated and my heart raced from anticipation of taking her again and again.
I rolled onto the balls of my feet, every muscle straining as I shoved my cock harder. Faster. Sweat trickled down the back of my neck and both sides of my face and I panted like a true predator, ready to explode. Just as my balls fought to release, to fill her mouth with seed, I jerked away, hitting the edge of the counter then pulling her off the floor.
Turning her, she slapped her hands on the glass as I kicked her feet apart.
“You need another sound spanking. Don’t you?” I heard the grittiness in my voice and smiled seeing our combined reflection. Our hot breaths were already fogging the glass.
“Yes, sir. Always, sir.”
“Then I’m going to give it to you.” I smacked her ass, moving my hand back and forth, savoring the way she groaned from the power.
“Thank you, sir. I’m such a bad little girl.”
“Yes, you are.” I slapped her again, sliding from one ass cheek to the other. The heat on my hand was instantaneous, sending a shower of electric current all throughout my body.
“Ouch!” she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine.
The force of my hand rocked her onto her toes until she leaned further over, her face only inches from the glass. “You need this to hurt. That’s what you understand. Discipline. Punishment.”
“Uh-huh. I mean yes, sir.” Her expression was almost serene as I continued spanking her, every smack hitting her directly in the center of her bottom. We both needed this. We both craved this. Every hard strike brought a wave of electricity shooting through my muscles. As I alternated, sliding my fingers into her pussy then smacking her ass, I began to shudder. Her ass was the perfect shade of rosy pink, the heat now driving me crazy.
Giving her no time to react, I pulled Crystal off her feet, cradling her against my chest as I took long strides into her bedroom.
I fell across the bedding, almost crushing her from the weight of my body. She moaned as I yanked her legs over my shoulders, impaling her with the entire length of my cock. “I. Will. Have. You.” The words were nothing more than a strangled series of hoarse sounds, but I could tell by her expression she desired nothing less.
She clamped her pussy muscles, drawing me in even deeper and I threw back my head and roared, my pelvis shoving against her. The slapping sounds matched my primal noises as I pounded into her, skin slapping against skin, my heart racing. The hard fucking slammed the headboard against the wall, a reminder that I was nothing more than a brutal man.
“Yes. Yes!” she moaned, trying to meet every breathtaking thrust with one of her own. She palmed my chest, her fingers digging in and her chest heaving.
There was no way to stop the raging climax. As I lowered my head until our lips were only centimeters apart, I exploded deep inside, the intensity shaking every inch of my body. And still I didn’t stop, driving harder as her nails cut into my skin.
My guilty conscience snapped back, rip
ping me away from the sweet fantasy. What in the hell was I doing to her? Shit. My mind was muddled, uncertainty clouding any sense of judgment.
“Oh...” Her eyes closed as I slowed and the sweet smile on her face was my reward. “You are so...” She brushed two fingers across my lips, her entire face glistening.
I could fall far too deep into this woman. This submissive.
My submissive.
* * *
Humidity hung in the air like a vise grip, almost suffocating in its power. I adjusted my shades after wiping sweat out of my eyes and stood glaring at the repair shop. The building was certainly nothing to look at. Shingles had slipped from various sections of the roof, either dangling from a single nail or hitting the bent and rusted gutters. The worn wooden siding hadn’t seen a paint job in a solid ten years, if that. Sections were rotten and even from almost a block away, I could see daylight circulating through several areas.
Shaking my head, I glanced up and down the street. Since Crystal had dropped me off two blocks from the motel at my request, I’d had the distinct feeling of being watched. There was no way of telling given the abundance of commercial operations or the number of cars zooming up and down the four-lane road. However, my instinct was never wrong. I was prepared, the Beretta strapped just inside my boot, and the knife in its usual location. If the fuckers wanted to come after me, so be it.
The stench of oil and gasoline assaulted my nose as I walked into Decker’s Garage, eyeing my Harley sitting in the same location as when she was wheeled in. The scene pissed me the fuck off. Yanking off the shades, I shoved the earpiece behind the edge of my shirt, tamping back my anger. The four mechanics in the shop stopped what they were doing, all giving me a respectful nod. My guess is that they’d heard about the incident in the bar. I strolled toward the makeshift office, smacking my hand on the already open door. Dwayne Decker wasn’t much to look at, but I’d gathered from our previous conversation that he at least knew what the fuck he was doing.
As long as he wasn’t trying to shaft me, we’d get along just fine.
Startled, Dwayne jerked his head in my direction, a worried look actually disappearing into a curled smile. “Hey ya, man. Glad you came by. Forgot to get something from ya yesterday.”
I threw a look over my shoulder before walking closer to his desk, one of the old kinds from the fifties or sixties, all banged-up metal. “The parts?”
“Well, see, I forgot to mention I need a deposit before I can order them. Won’t take long. They’re sittin’ in a warehouse the next town over. Driver comes by here every coupla days.” He sniffed and rose to his feet, hiking his ill-fitting jeans further up on his hips. He was covered in grease, his face marked with black.
A deep exhale was about the only thing I could do short of berating him in front of his mechanics. I hadn’t realized I’d fallen back in time. This was still Charleston, or at least I thought. “How much do you need?”
“Oh, six hundred oughta cover it.” He took a solid look, his eyes sweeping up and down just a few seconds too long for my comfort.
“How much for the parts in totality?”
“Well, probably a lot for ya, but there’s nothing I can do.”
“How. Much?” I’d moved at least six inches closer, crowding his space and curtailing his comfort zone. I refused to be waylaid by some two-bit mechanic. Whether I left tomorrow or not, I needed my ride.
Swallowing hard, Dwayne reached down to his keyboard, taking a few strokes. “Thirteen seventy-five and change. And sadly, I can’t take a check, even though you seem like a nice guy and all.”
I cocked my head, waiting to see if there’d be more.
“Been burned too many times. Bad part of town. Never thought I’d see it. Lived here all my life. My daddy started this shop. He was the original Dwayne.” When I didn’t say anything, he laughed. “Yeah, my wife kept telling me I talked too much. Course that was right before she left me.”
I pulled a wad of cash from my pocket, flipping through the bills. “Here’s fifteen hundred and more where this came from, but...” I allowed the words to linger. “I need her back by tomorrow, ten at the latest. Can you do that for me, Dwayne?” I kept my eyes locked on his as I took the final swaggered steps until I stood right in front of him.
He reached out, his hand shaking. “Tell you what. I’ll drive over and pick up the parts myself and you bet, we’ll have your baby good as new by first thing in the morning, even if I gotta work all night. How does that sound?”
Releasing my hold on the money, I gave him a single nod, said nothing else then walked toward the door.
“I heard what you done last night.” Dwayne’s voice was strained.
I tipped my head until I was able to see his face.
“I mean, few people will get involved in something like that and the damn Desperados are the reason this area is so run down. That girl. At the bar?” He seemed totally uncomfortable. “She’s real nice. Pretty too.” He blushed and shook his head. “My buddy had a date with her the other night. Lucky dog.”
A date. For some reason, the information caught me off guard.
“I know. She’s way out of my league.” His words seemed to taper off.
I wanted to ask a hell of a lot of questions, and only some about the gang. No matter her personal life, I still believed she was in danger. Why the hell not start with a man who’d lived his entire life in the same place? “What can you tell me about these Desperados?”
Dwayne seemed to relax as he walked toward what appeared to be a small safe, not bothering to stand in front of it as he punched in the security code. “They’re bad dudes. Started out as just a gang of kids probably five, maybe six years ago. Things got out of hand quickly. Arson. Extortion. Murder. The cops tend to look the other way. Not sure why, but my guess is the leader bought somebody off. Either that or the El Capitan, as the prick likes to call himself, has something on a member of the city council. Either way, they own this section of Charleston. Heard they’re trying to make a move into the historical area. Damn shame. People are moving out in droves.” He slid the money inside and slammed the door, shaking his head.
“This El Capitan. Does he have a name?”
Shrugging, he shoved his hands into his pockets before walking closer. “Look, I don’t want to get into any trouble. I keep a low profile as you can see on purpose. I don’t want the group sniffing around my place thinking I have money. I also don’t want them thinking I’m some kind of snitch. You know what I’m talking about. As it is, I’m pushed.”
Unfortunately, I did. I also knew what he meant by ‘pushed.’ Dwayne was paying a sum for protection. What a crock of shit. I scanned the entire shop and had to give the man credit. Perhaps he was making hand over fist money, hiding it by keeping the place a dump. Not a bad move. “Are they organized?”
“Yeah. At least from what I can tell. He has associates all over it seems like. The big earners you never see. They’re involved in drugs coming into the harbor.” Dwayne threw his hands up, worry lines crossing his brow. “Don’t quote me on this, man. I just hear things. You know?”
“Yeah, I hear you. I’ll be back in the morning for the bike.”
“Good enough. I could call ya, if you want,” Dwayne offered with a smile.
“No phone. No need.”
“A man of simple needs. I like that.” He laughed as he inched around his desk.
I said nothing, my thoughts drifting back to hearing Crystal was dating. What did I care? I wasn’t going to be here another two days. She deserved a hell of a lot better than me.
“Okay, then, Mr....” Dwayne scratched his head and grabbed a clipboard, searching. “You know, I can’t read your handwriting.”
“Just call me Blade.”
“Blade it is. Why don’t you come by around nine? No need to keep a good customer waiting.”
“Will do.” I took one last glance at my bike before heading out the open bay doors. A single cough drew my attention, the smell
of cigarette smoke trailing behind me.
“Mr. Decker is a cool dude. Gives second chances.” He sniffed and took a puff on his cigarette. “Too nice for this shit part of town. Gonna get him killed one day.”
His voice was gravelly from far too many years of smoking. I stood where I was, scanning the street before turning my direction toward the young mechanic crouched on the ground. Even in the glaring sun, I could see the mark of a gang positioned on the side of his neck. He seemed to notice what I was glaring at and touched the inked design.
“That was me two years ago. Some badass crap in Philly. Ain’t into that no more. Shit killed my brother.” He took another puff before tossing the cigarette, blowing out the smoke before rising to his feet, nodding in the direction of Dwayne’s office. “The dude’s terrified of the asshole running the Desperados. Can’t say I blame him.”
“Who is he?” I cringed just hearing the words.
He snickered and sauntered closer, kicking his rubber-soled shoe against the broken concrete. “Used to be involved with the MS-13. Dude got frustrated and started his own organization.”
“And that means exactly what?” I wasn’t certain if the kid was trying to show off or find out what, if anything, that I knew.
“Means he’s got some power, man. The Salvadorian has tight connections with some Miami cartel. Heard they’re gonna take a run straight down the coast, sweeping all the shit bangers into the ocean. I will tell you this, he’s a bad dude. You cross him, you’ll never see the light of day again. If ya hear what I’m sayin’.” His eyes gleamed as he was providing the information.
An implied threat? The kid had no idea who he was messing with. A single cold shiver slithered down my back. There were no coincidences in life. The Salvadorian was likely the dude Diego was pissed about. Fucking perfect as usual. Of all the freaking cities I could have landed in. “Interesting. I’ll take it under advisement.” I shoved the sunglasses onto my face and didn’t bother giving him a second look, but I noticed him out of the corner of my eye.
