by Elle Boon
Ayesha nodded wincing at the pain in her head. “I’m aware of that.”
His hand relaxed, massaging her scalp. “You done sassing me?”
Her hand went to the front of his chest, rubbing over his exposed skin to trail down his six pack abs, pausing at the top of his jeans. “Well, I could be a little sassier, if you’d like?” She flicked the leather belt with her thumb. Her fingers rubbed the evident hardness below it.
“Do you remember the last time I took you out of here?” King asked conversationally.
She froze, her mind going back to how he’d tossed her over his shoulder, slapping her ass as he’d carried her through the clubhouse and all the way to his home. “I think I’d like to walk with a little dignity this time.”
“Then you best release my fly and walk that sexy ass out that door, now. I’ll give you to the count of three. After that I’ll be picking you up and making my way with you,” King warned, his voice gone silky smooth.
She wondered just how wet her thong was, realizing he’d already said one. “Eep,” she yelped. Ayesha made it to the door before he said two. She rushed out, knowing she had a grin on her face when the number three followed her.
“See ya later, Ayesha,” Duke called.
Ayesha raised her hand in a frantic wave. Lick was at the door, looking at her with a smile on his face, his eyes left her to stare at something behind where she’d come from. “Open the door, Lick,” King said from way too close.
Shit, she should’ve run, but dang it, she was trying to be casual.
“Gonna carry her out again? I like how you think, Pres.” Lick shoved the door open, winking at Ayesha. “Best start kicking up some dust, girl. He’ll be on you in two seconds flat. He’s fast.”
She’d no sooner stepped out the door, started her wiggle run, ‘cause she was really not a good runner so what she did couldn’t be considered a real run, had only gotten her a few feet, and then she was up in King’s arms. “Gotcha. Guess I’ll have to carry you this way. Kinda like having you in my arms.”
If a heart could melt, she was sure hers just did. How this big, bad, sexy-as-sin biker could go from stone-cold to melt your heart in a matter of minutes, she didn’t know, but he did, making him a temptation she couldn’t help but fall for. Gah, she did, she’d done fallen for another man who was probably gonna break her heart. Only this time, she might actually love King.
“Put your arms around my neck. I promise I won’t drop you.”
She buried her face against him, inhaled deeply, and tried to keep the fear and worry at bay. Real life was going to catch up to her sooner rather than later. She knew that, but for this brief moment in time, in this man’s arms, she was going to believe in fairytales.
“I trust you,” she whispered. If her voice cracked, she hoped he chalked it up to how low she’d said the words.
No more words were said until they reached his house. She’d never been around anything like what she was with King, men posted at various places, the entire property more like a…she hated to think of it like a commune, but the thought wouldn’t leave her. She giggled.
King looked down at her, one dark brow raised.
Oh shit, he was going to demand she tell him. “You do not want to know, I promise.”
“I’m pretty sure I do. Spit it out.” He walked up the steps, his breathing not even hard.
After she blurted out her thoughts, he placed her on her feet, his hands going to his hips. “In this commune, is everyone nekkid?”
She nearly fell on her ass laughing at his question, imagining him walking around with his big dick swinging. Her eyes went wide when she thought of the pain it would be to ride a motorcycle naked. “Jesus, you’d surely ‘cause a pile up on the highway if you did that,” she said.
He held his arms out, smiling from ear-to-ear. “It wouldn’t be my fault if my dick caused such a catastrophe. Besides, if I did get some injuries to said dick, you’d kiss it better.”
She noticed he didn’t ask her if she would, just told her like it was a foregone conclusion. Of course she would, too.
He opened his door, going straight to the alarm panel. The door slammed behind them making her jump, but it was just King, ensuring they were inside before he was locking them up. “You need to check in with your sister?”
“I already did while I was in the kitchen. Traeger said all was good there, and T was already asleep when I called. I think the stress caught up to her.” She lifted the tank top over her head, walking backward as she went.
“More than likely. What’re you doin?” he asked, kicking off his boots by the door.
“Getting nekkid. Thought I’d try this commune thing out.”
His lips kicked up on one side. “I told you I’d take care of you. How’s your pussy feel?”
Ayesha sucked in a breath, unused to such frank talk. “I want you.”
They were outside his great room where he had a leather sectional with a chaise lounge on one end. He backed her into the room until the back of her knees bumped into the soft surface. Her arms wind milled as she lost her balance, eyes wide in fear. She should’ve known he knew what he was doing and where he was leading her.
He made a tsking sound as she landed on her back, her tits in a lace bra bounced before settling. “What am I gonna do with you?” he asked.
“I got an idea.” She raised her hands to her breasts.
King stood in front of her legs on either side of hers where she lay half on, half off the couch. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?” He shook his head. “Those are mine to touch, to suck, to fuck, to do whatever I please, Little Dove. Take the bra off, let me see what’s mine,” he ordered.
The little tremor in her hands stopped when she gripped the clasp. Her back arched up when she wiggled around trying to get the bit of lace off, but he pressed her back down with one palm in the center of her chest. “Lay still.” His hands went to her jeans, unsnapping them. If he wasn’t concerned about her lack of clothing at his place he’d have ripped the denim down, uncaring if he ruined them. Instead he took care easing the zipper down. “Lift your ass up.”
He had her naked and sprawled out before him like a feast. His mouth watered for a taste, but she was going to need to learn a lesson first, and that was she wasn’t to push his control or his orders. He ran one finger down her stomach. Her legs were spread, allowing him full access to do as he pleased. “So wet, my Little Dove.” His finger took a slow foray through her wet slit down to her entrance and back up to her clit.
“King,” she moaned.
“Yes?” he asked her, not giving her what she wanted, which was evident as her hips rose when he lifted his finger to his mouth. “So sweet.” He slipped his cut off, laying it on the couch behind her. Next, he undid the belt, his cock straining against the fly, making it hard for him to ease the zipper down without fear of injuring himself. A slick bead of precome met his hand when he finally freed himself, her gaze following his hand as he ran his thumb over the tip like a hot caress made him even harder.
She leaned up, but King shook his head, shoving his jeans the rest of the way down while he dropped to his knees between her thighs. Her body spread out, wet and needy, nipples standing up begging for attention, begging to be fucked.
He spread her thighs a little further apart, making her whimper, exposing her glistening pink pussy. Goosebumps covered her flesh at his touch. “Cold?” he asked, pressing a kiss on the inside of her right thigh. He did the same to her left, swiping his tongue up and down through her folds, lavishing her with several long, slow licks.
Her hands twisted in his hair, making him stop. “Hands above your head,” he ordered. He loved the way she tasted. Musky and sweet. She whimpered but did as she was told, her breathing broken as King went back to tasting. This time though, he went for her clit, flicking it with his tongue in fast hard swirls that had her writhing against him until she shattered, calling out his name like a litany.
He steered clear of her
pussy, other than to lick around it to gather up the moisture dripping like sweet honey he could get addicted to like a damn bear. Her little body gave a tiny shudder, which had him going back for another thorough lick.
King loved to eat pussy and was proud of the fact he gave good head. He wasn’t a man who didn’t give as good as he got. In his mind, if a man didn’t reciprocate to his woman, he wasn’t a real man in his opinion. He took great satisfaction knowing he could put that look, that rosy hue, on Ayesha’s face.
He climbed over Ayesha, his lips giving biting kisses up her stomach as he went. The little muscles in her stomach jumped under his attention, goosebumps forming in his wake. There was nothing about her body he didn’t find fascinating, even the cute little mole on her ribcage. He kissed the creamy swell of first one breast, before moving on to the other. He lifted up and met her still half-blissed out gaze. “Mmm, did I tell you I like the way you taste?” he asked.
Wicked delight entered her stare. “I think you said it before.”
King pressed their foreheads together, eyes locked on hers. “Did I also tell you I was going to fuck your tits and face?”
Her tongue came out and licked over her lips, but her half-stunned look was turning to something he recognized as determination. “Can I touch you?”
He pressed his lips to hers, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He pulled back, nipping at her bottom lip. “Not yet.” He leaned back until he was straddling her chest, his dick he placed between her breasts. “Shit, I really need some lotion to do this right.” He winked, knowing his grin was full of mischief.
“What are you—oh god,” she gasped, her question cut off as he began moving while squeezing her boobs together.
King reached behind her, snagging a pillow to prop her head up. “Open your mouth and lick me,” he ordered her. “Hold your tits together.”
He wanted his hands free so he could hold her head and guide his dick into her mouth. “Fuck…” he muttered, his words trailing off as he watched her lick off a pearly drop, her lips wrapping around the tip.
At first he was fine with her just taking the tip inside, her tongue playing over the flared crown, a sweet tease for them both. But then he needed more, needed her to take him deeper. King pulled back, making her whimper. He tossed the pillow she had under her head onto the floor. “On your knees.” The words were guttural. Yet Ayesha hurried to obey.
He sat back on the warmed leather, spread his legs, and fisted his dick, watching her stare at him, waiting for him to tell her what to do. “Take me into your mouth.”
“Okay.”
He sank his hand into her hair, bringing her forward. He took her hand, replacing his with hers, showing her how he liked it. She wrapped her fingers around him, not quite able to enclose his entire length and squeezed. She looked up at him as she lowered her head, sticking out her tongue and licked the tip of him, lapping at the fluid like a treat. King couldn’t contain the gasp, nor could he control his hand from going to the back of her head, gathering up a hunk of hair in his fist.
Ayesha began bobbing her head up and down in small measures, only taking the head inside, swirling her tongue over each bit of him she had inside her mouth. She took him deeper, sucked him harder, her mouth going hollow with each suck as her cheeks went in, her tongue lashing him with each stroke. With each pass, each undulating rhythm her talented mouth made, King swore he was going to come, but he fought for control. Every ounce of strength he had, he forced into his muscles as they shook. When she brought her other hand up, cupping his balls. “I’m gonna come,” was forced out of him.
Her lips were stretched tight around him, her eyes magnetic. “Do it,” she whispered.
As her lips were back on him, tongue licking around him, his entire being became focused on what she was doing to him. King grabbed her hair in both hands, guiding her onto his cock, moving her head back and forth, taking over the rhythm he needed. “Suck me hard.” He bumped the back of her throat, watching her eyes widen. He pulled back, doing it again. He was coming, spasms of blind sensations raced up his spine. His cock jerked, come filling her mouth while she worked to swallow all he had to give.
King released his hold on her head. His legs shook where he sat. If he’d been standing, he’d have fallen on his ass. Ayesha sat back, her hand going up to rub the sides of her jaws. A little bit of come was on her lip. Instead of wiping it away, she sucked it into her mouth and smiled. “I’m tired.” She yawned.
She charmed the fuck out of him and excited him in equal measure. Fuck, what the hell was he going to do with this woman who led him around by his dick?
“Come on, into the tub you go before I put you to bed.” King stood up, grabbing his jeans, and cut. He held his hand out to Ayesha who sat on her heels.
“Can I just sleep right here?” She indicated where she was.
He snapped his fingers twice. “Don’t make me tan that ass.”
“My ass doesn’t get tan when you slap it,” she groused.
King didn’t try to hide his grin, nor did he bother to hide his chuckle as he slapped her ass when she was standing beside him. “I’ll make sure to check daily.”
He put his clothes on the chair by the bed and continued in through the ensuite, tugging Ayesha with him. Her gasp of surprise had him shaking his head. “Told you I had a suite up here, too.” Once he had her bath water run, he got her settled in it. He went downstairs, grabbed a few things he needed and came back upstairs not wanting to be away from her too long. He decided to use the shower in the other bathroom, and was back before she was finished, coming to a hard stop at the vision she made with her head lying on the back of the huge tub in the center of the room.
After grabbing a towel, he squatted down next to the tub, brushing the hair off her forehead. “Come on, it’s time to get out. The waters gotten cold,” he whispered.
Her eyes blinked open, soft, and full of an emotion he didn’t want to put a name to.
“I just got in,” she murmured in a sleep husky voice.
“Does that water feel hot like when you’d just got in?” he asked but didn’t wait for her answer, standing and reaching in to lift her out. He stood her on the rug in front of him, using the towel to dry her off. She shivered, but he made quick work of getting all the moisture off her before wrapping another towel around her body, then carried her into the master suite. King tucked her into bed, slipped the towel from his waist and followed her in. “Goodnight,” he said, yawning loudly.
Rico punched the wall, the sheetrock denting in under the force. “The stupid puta shoulda died with her whore of a mother,” he spat.
“Boss, maybe we should cut our losses and go overseas for an extended stay. By now they’ve probably alerted the cops to our operation.”
He turned his anger toward the idiot who’d lost his latest plaything on the freeway that night, or at least who he was blaming. “You know what, I have a better idea. Why don’t we cut some dead weight, hmm?” He raised his hand, pulling the gun from behind his back and firing. Martel Sudan would no longer be a problem, just the opposite. “Get rid of him,” he told his bodyguards with a flick of his hands.
A whimper from the bed made him glance over to the female there. She was youngish, but she was no virgin, not like Tiana had been. Ah, he had such plans for her. She would’ve passed for several of his client’s daughters, making it easy for them to take her in and out of many ports. Of course, they’d have taken her in and out of all her ports. The thought made his dick hard.
The woman on the bed whimpering was an added boon to his needs, she would give him an outlet and he wouldn’t have to give her away, he could watch her life fade away as he chose the way to end her suffering—when he decided.
From a young age, he’d learned pain and pleasure went hand-and-hand, a lesson his father had told him was that much sweeter—he shut down his thoughts. Once he’d been older, his father no longer looked to him for his fun and he didn’t care what his father liked
so much as long as he enjoyed it. He’d found his own playthings, thanks to his father’s money and connections. Yes, he’d become what his father had made him, but he respected the man, using his money and connections to get what he needed. Were the things he’d been through hard? Wrong? Maybe some would say yes, but they’d made him stronger, and he was now a man who nobody fucked with and got away with it.
He went to the bed, eyeing the dark haired beauty with dark pleading eyes. “Hello, little sister. How’re you this evening?” He brushed her hair back, yanking it hard enough several pieces would be in his hand when he released it.
Muffled words he couldn’t understand came out of her mouth. Rico put his hand over her taped mouth. “Ssh, you’ll only anger me.” He whipped the blanket away, wanting to see what she looked like without her clothes. Hatred filled him at the sight of the tattoos covering her left side and down her thigh. Whores got tattoos, not his sister. “Who did this?” He slapped her stomach with the back of his hand.
She shook her head back and forth, tears leaking out of eyes that weren’t the right shade as Kailani’s. He’d seen every inch of his sister, had facilitated the loss of her virginity at the age of eighteen, had watched the entire thing on the security cameras. He had the videos from that day in his computer for times he wanted to watch it again. Now, looking at the woman on the cheap hotel sheets, with her overly tanned skin, too toned body, she was nothing like his perfect sister. His dick deflated some, but he needed relief.
“Hold her down for me.” He barked the order to the two men in the room even though the girl wasn’t fighting him. Both men looked at each other, before their gazes jerked back to him. Taking off their suit jackets, followed by their tops, they didn’t protest further. Before reaching the bed they were both naked, knowing things were going to get messy, they always did.
He sighed, seeing the three of them, on the big bed, he could pretend again. He was good at pretending. Slowly, methodically, he took his own clothes off, stalking to the bed. His guards knelt next to the girl, holding her legs open for him. Yeah, he was going to have fun, too bad she wouldn’t be around to see the morning light.
