by Ann Jensen
“No. I’m just nervous about our talk.”
His hand came down on her ass in a slap that echoed in the room. “Don’t fucking lie to me, darlin’. I will put up with a lot of things, but that isn’t one of them.” He smacked her several more times, loving the way her skin reddened, showing his handprint, and the way she wiggled against his cock, the thin, soft cotton of her dress a single piece of fabric between them. He emphasized every word with a spank. “Do you want me to fuck other women?” He made sure the last blow was hard enough she would be feeling it all day if she sat down.
“No!” Her answer was a screaming sob. The sound caused his dick to pulse against her stomach in arousal. He traced gentle fingertips over the red marks his hand had made.
“Better. Stand up with your arms up.”
Sharp was a selfish prick. His point had been made. He should pull her into his arms and talk lovingly to her about the misunderstanding then make gentle love, but that wasn’t what he wanted. After the stress of the previous day, he needed a wild release, and she was going to give it to him.
When she stood as he had instructed, Sharp pulled Pixie’s dress up over her head tossing the material off to the corner.
“Hands behind your head.”
She laced her fingers behind her head, pushing out her breasts just like he wanted. He sat on the edge of the bed, tracing the curves of her breasts, trailing his nails along the edges of her nipples, watching them tighten in response.
“Now what we have here is a misunderstanding.” He took her nipples between his fingers, rolling them in alternating rhythms. “What you saw was a Club slut talking shit and trying to take something that wasn’t hers.”
Sharp watched as Pixie’s eyes glazed over and soft sounds of need came out of her parted lips. He wanted to see his mark on her breast and focus her attention back on the crucial conversation. He slapped one breast, then the other her tiny cries of pain and pleasure causing his dick to throb.
Her legs pressed together and he growled out. “Legs apart.” She gave a small whine of protest before widening her stance. “Now whose tits are these?” He gave each one a sharp slap.
“Yours.”
“And whose pussy is this?” He slapped her hard between her legs, loving the wet sound that told him she loved this as much as he did.
“Yours.”
He stroked his cock, watching her eyes follow his every movement. “And if she is very good and doesn’t make assumptions, who is the only fucking woman who gets to play with this cock?”
Pixie’s eyes shot up and locked with Sharp’s, desire and hope so obvious he almost couldn’t take it.
“Me?”
“That’s fucking right.” He stopped stroking his cock and ran his hand through the wetness that he could see glistening between her legs. Her clit was poking out, begging for attention, but he teasingly circled it slowly with one hand. With the other hand, he started gently rolling a nipple, an evil thought playing in his mind. He gradually increased the motions of both hands, watching as she struggled not to move and push against him.
“My girl is wet like the rainforests now. If you see something that bothers you or makes you question us, you ask me. Don’t assume you know what’s in my mind.”
Pixie struggled, her head shaking back and forth. “You said not tonight. I thought that meant... ahhh.”
“Don’t you come yet, darlin’, our talk isn’t over.”
Pixie bit hard on her lip, her muscles tightening. Sharp didn’t let up circling her throbbing bud, twisting her nipple with increasing speed.
“That was just words to make an annoying cunt go away as fast as possible.” He pressed down a little harder on his next circle. “Who do you belong to, Pixie?”
“You, oh God, Sharp, you! I can’t, I’m gonna...”
“Who do I belong to?”
Her breath caught and tears flowed out of her eyes in beautiful trails. “Me.”
“Come for me, beautiful.” Sharp pinched down on her clit and nipple, watching how the pleasure and pain shattered her apart. Her screams were music he knew echoed even outside his house. When her knees started to buckle, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He tossed her face down on the bed, spreading her thighs with his own. He wrapped a hand in her hair and without even letting her get to her knees slammed himself deep inside. The walls of her pussy were still spasming in orgasm and he let out his own shout of pleasure as the tip of his dick slammed into her cervix.
Fuck, she was so tight and hot, the cream of her excitement against the bare skin of his cock was beyond amazing. He had never ridden a woman bareback in his life, but now that he had felt the sweet velvet of Pixie’s pussy, he didn’t think he could have anything between them again.
“You’re mine!” He pulled up on her hair, forcing her to arch her back as he fucked her as hard as he could. He didn’t care that his hand would leave bruises as it pinned her hips to the mattress. All he cared about at that moment was owning her entirely, because she already fucking owned him.
Chapter 18
Girl Power - (Adj) The feeling of having a stiletto stuck up your ass sideways.
Happiness fizzed through Pixie’s veins, making her giggle with delight. Sharp’s words made her able to let go of the old Phoebe and believe she could be anyone she wanted. And she wanted to be Pixie. Her arms remembered the comforting feel of him carrying her like something precious. The way he gently cleaned her up, the perfect balm to her nervous soul.
Her fear of being around his Brothers wasn’t going to disappear tomorrow but for the first time she did believe it would happen one day. When Sharp went to work, she fell back asleep and got six hours of the best rest she could remember. She had cleaned up the house, then headed over to the Clubhouse to clean up breakfast and lunch.
Sharp wouldn’t be home until after seven, so she made herself a sandwich and wondered what to do.
Pixie turned on her stool to the familiar voice at her back. “I knew that dress would look good but honey, you look sweeter than a mint julep in July.”
“Val!” Pixie turned, happy to see her friend and ran to give her a hug.
Val was dressed in tight jeans with rhinestones down the sides and a halter-top that said: ‘Support your local Dark Sons MC’ and a cute black leather cut like the men wore.
“You look like a mare who broke out and found herself a stallion.”
Pixie blushed. “What are you doing here?”
“All right, I won’t pry. Dozer wanted to hang out for a spell, so I came with him. A few of us old ladies still come on party nights though we don’t stay too late. Why don’t I introduce you around some?”
The idea of going out to the party without Sharp had her pulse racing, but she swallowed it down. “That would be great.”
When Val turned around, on her cut was a patch much like Sharp’s, but hers read ‘Property of Dozer Dark Sons MC’. The patches on the Brother’s cuts were fascinating, and she often wondered what some of them meant, but this one was self-explanatory. Many women would feel uncomfortable being called property, but to Pixie, it was a declaration of both love and protection.
Sharp had talked about putting his patch on her back when he tucked her back into bed; she hoped this is what he meant. Val took her around the room, introducing her as Sharp’s girl. She hated how nervous she felt around the guys who were nothing but polite. The few old ladies she met were a hoot, as Val said.
She sat on a couch with Val and two other old ladies, listening to their stories as they tried to one-up each other with crazy shit they’d seen. Anna, a cute Asian looking woman who was Tick’s Old Lady, was telling a story about one of the Brothers getting drunk and swearing he could break dance. She was in the middle of describing how he had thrown out his back in spectacular fashion when he had tried to do a handstand, when Maria hissed, “Damn, Mamacita, what did you do to piss off Tina? She’s looking at you like you stole her favorite vibrator.”
Pix
ie looked in the direction Maria nodded and the woman from last night was glaring death daggers her direction. She wore what might generously be called a bikini top on her obviously fake double Ds. Her ass cheeks peeked out below a scrap of leather that had probably been designed for a child. Pixie rolled her eyes and contained the urge to flip off the woman before turning back to the group.
“Sharp turned her down last night. Guess she isn’t happy.” Pixie shrugged, pretending it hadn’t hurt. It had probably been a good thing in hindsight. If not for that slut getting overly aggressive, she wouldn’t have had the best sex in her life this morning.
“That’s a polite way to say it.” Anna snorted.
“Spill girl. You know you can’t clam up like that.” Val’s eyes sparkled, and Pixie had to laugh at the eager look on Val and Maria’s faces.
Anna leaned forward as if about to impart the secret of life. “Tick told me when she wouldn’t get off of him, Sharp pinned her by the throat to the bar until she was close to passing out and threatened to ban her if she tried that shit again.”
Pixie wasn’t proud of the fact he had done that, but the image made her wet and, without panties on, she couldn’t deny it.
“Damn, Pixie. I’m glad my Papi is more the cuddly type than wild man.”
Val choked on her beer, laughing. “You’re talking about Smoke, right? The man who got his nickname because, after the explosion is over, all that’s left of his enemies is smoke.”
Maria waved it off with a gesture. “Men and their tall tales. He is just Papi to me.”
Anna smiled. “And you love being his bratty Chiquita.”
They all burst into laughter at the mock indignant look on Maria’s face. The four of them talked and told Phoebe about the Sunday barbeque where everyone brought their family and spent the afternoon bonding. Pixie agreed to bring cookies and make lots of her French bread. They all decided to meet up and introduce her to everyone she needed to know.
“Well, dolls, it’s ten o’clock. Time for prissy old ladies to leave so the whores can play,” Anna teased.
Pixie was shocked at how late it had gotten and looked around. Sharp was still nowhere to be seen. Her current bodyguard, Puck, was drinking a beer at the bar and talking to a few Brothers she recognized. She hugged the women, whom she hoped would be new friends, goodbye, and headed over to Puck, planning to ask him if he knew where Sharp was. Pixie barely managed not to go sprawling when a shoulder knocked into her with such force, she was afraid it might leave a bruise. She was going to apologize when she caught sight of the smug look on bikini bitch’s face.
Before she could curse the woman out, Puck was between the two of them.
“You think that’s a smart move, Tina?” Puck crossed his arms, creating a wall of muscle, completely blocking the woman from Pixie’s sight.
“What? It was an accident.”
Pixie snorted but decided the woman wasn’t worth creating a scene. She placed a hand on her bodyguard’s back. “Come on, Puck. I’m fine.”
“Yeah, Puck, wouldn’t want Sharp’s little Pixie getting a hangnail.”
No matter how much she wanted to rip into Tina, she headed off towards the bar, figuring Puck would follow. She walked behind the bar because it would offer her the illusion of safety. Only prospects who were tasked with bartending went back there, so Tina wouldn’t dare cause issue. She found her hidden six-pack of water in one of the refrigerators and pulled out a bottle.
She chugged down the entire thing, letting the water calm and cool her down.
“Damn, girl, you swallow like a pro.”
Pixie recognized Max’s teasing tone and turned toward him. Several Brothers were watching her curiously, and with the surface between them, she didn’t feel her usual fear. She didn’t know if it was her newfound confidence or the adrenaline from her encounter with Tina, but she decided to tease back for once. “It’s a matter of opening your throat and letting it slide right down.” She added a wink, feeling a rush of power. “Plus the practice not to gag.”
Several of the Brothers chuckled, and Max choked a bit on his beer. “Sounds like you have hidden talents other than cooking.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“You want a beer, Chica?” Dragon was the prospect currently working the bar, and he appeared amused by her presence behind it.
“I’m good.” Pixie held up her empty water bottle.
“You don’t drink, Pixie?” Puck seemed surprised.
“Not anymore. Besides, I don’t turn twenty-one for another few weeks.”
That had all the Brothers laughing and teasing her about being such a good girl.
“You got my woman working behind the bar now? Can’t you assholes do anything yourselves?”
“Sharp!” Pixie scrambled up onto the bar, launching herself at him with a happy squeal. He caught her in his arms and kissed her smiling lips.
“It has been one hell of a day, darlin’, but for a greeting like that I would do it all again.”
Pixie was happy he was finally here and was mildly disappointed when he lowered her to her feet rather than carrying her off to somewhere private. She rested her head against Sharp’s chest, soaking in his warmth. He exchanged joking greetings with the Brothers around her. It was fascinating how the Brothers deferred to him; you could tell he was held in deep respect.
She looked up at his incredible blue eyes and had to hold in a sigh of contentment. The world could be going crazy around them, but one look in his eyes and she felt the peace of safety.
“Sorry I was late, darlin’. Had some unwelcome auditors from the state and I couldn’t leave until they were done.”
“I thought Minetti was supposed to take care of that?” Max didn’t look happy, and neither did Sharp.
“So did I.”
“I’ll let Hawk know.” The Road Captain got up from his seat and headed towards the back.
Pixie was a little confused by the sudden high level of tension in the air and hoped that whatever this audit found it didn’t cause Sharp any significant issues. “I understand. I hung out with some of the old ladies for a bit then went back there to wait.” She waved to the back of the bar.
“You have fun with the old ladies?” Sharp smiled down.
“Val is always fun, and Anna and Maria told some of the funniest stories about your Brothers.”
“They’re some of the good ones. Glad you weren’t bored.” He leaned down and gave her a kiss that had her swaying against him. She wanted to climb back up his body and give him a proper welcome home, but he broke the kiss when a few men gave some enthusiastic catcalls. He wrapped an arm around her neck and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I have to check in with some of the Brothers and then talk to Hawk for a few, but after that, I am going to take you home and fuck you until your legs don’t work and your throat is sore from screaming.”
Pixie’s body heated and the dampness of her arousal started to leak out of her pussy. Right now, she would take a quickie against the wall if it would ease the ache forming inside her but for Sharp, she would wait however long he needed. “Yes, please. Do you want me to wait behind the bar?”
“No. I think I’ll keep you by my side and make my Brothers jealous that I’m the one who gets to take you home and flip up that cute little skirt. Every one of them will wish it was their cock that was going to be sinking in that perfect pussy of yours.”
From the growing bulge in his pants, she could see Sharp’s arousal matched her own. “Sounds like a plan. But you are going to need to rethink this no panty policy. I can already feel myself dripping on my thigh.”
“Fuck, darlin’, you are killing me.” He nipped her ear. “I will be as quick as I can.”
Sharp led her through the crowds, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her close. Val had been right. The party had swung into full gear after they left. Pixie nodded politely to all the Brothers Sharp stopped to talk to, but her real attention was on the uninhibited partying.
It was like a mix of a frat party and a strip club where sex was on the menu. Mostly people drank, talked, and played pool, but at least half the women were dressed like they had a set on a pole coming up any minute.
Unenthusiastic blowjobs seemed to be the activity of the hour while one woman getting fucked against a pool table drew more complaints about blocking shots than encouragement. Pixie was tempted to see what Sharp would do if she dropped to her knees and showed the room what a little enthusiasm could bring to the party.
She was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to continue discussing a custom shock job for a bike if she pulled out all the stops. Her daydream was spoiled when she caught sight of Tina rubbing up against a man right in Sharp’s line of sight. Her tits had escaped the tiny fabric of her top, and she was working the guy behind her like a lap dance pro. The slut’s eyes though were all for Sharp, hungry and inviting as she rubbed down her body and moaned.
Pixie glanced up at Sharp and smirked because he wasn’t even noticing the show put on for his benefit. He was focused on the conversation in front of him. Pixie looked back at the pathetic woman and knew at some point she was going to have problems. Tina had noticed her show was having no effect and had switched to trying to kill Pixie with a look.
A little while later Sharp took her outside where even more Brothers were drinking and smoking. The mood outside was more relaxed, the music muffled and the women scarcer.
“Hey, Sharp, Pixie,” Tek called over to them. The Brother’s blond hair, fancy haircut and sleek good looks made him seem odd in his biker gear. She didn’t doubt he was one of the Brothers, but something about him shouted boardroom instead of brawl. Like Dragon, his presence comforted her and made her feel safe.
“Hey, Tek.” Sharp greeted him with a handshake and half hug that seemed standard among tough men everywhere.
“Sorry, Pixie. I need to steal your man for a minute for Club business. Promise to bring him right back.”
Sharp walked her over to an empty picnic table and pressed her up against it. “Wait here for me, darlin’. I’ll be a few minutes, then I’ll find Hawk so I can get down to doing all the things I’ve imagined for the last hour.” He ran a thumb over her lips, pressing his obviously hard dick against her. Pixie imagined what he wanted to do with her mouth and couldn’t wait.
