Helter Skelter: The River Demons Louisiana MC Book 1

by Brair Lake

  “Tonight, will be much better than your first time.”

  “It wasn’t that bad.”

  Quick Draws lips are on mine. As he takes his kiss, he steals my soul. His fingers wrap in my hair, pulling my head back slightly. His tongue thrusts into my mouth and I meet his kiss as greedily as it is given as I wrap my arms around his neck. When we break free, my breathing is heavy, and I blink at my biker.

  “Tonight, you’ll fly, Violet Rose.” He holds his hand out to me. “Ready?”

  Slipping my hand into his, I nod.

  “Yes.”

  It’s just sex I tell myself as Quick Draw leads me to the chair and pushes me down onto the seat. His fingers whisper over the flesh of my cheek and I gulp for air. Once I’m seated, Quick Draw kneels in front of me. His hands cup mine.

  “You have a safe word, Violet Rose. Tell me what they are.”

  “Elizabeth if I want to talk.” My tongue wets my parched lips. “Richard when I want you to stop.”

  He nods. “And do you want to use either now?”

  “No. Not yet.”

  Quick Draw rises and kisses me on the forehead. “Good Girl.”

  I watch as he saunters over to the Tallboy. My breath leaves me on a whoosh when he opens the door. Inside there are several shelves, all containing different objects. On the door are several whips and I watch as he pulls out a rope. My gasp must have been loud as he turns towards me and smiles.

  “Everything okay?”

  My heart beats so fast, I feel as though I have just completed a ten-mile circuit in ten minutes or less, and my mouth goes dry. I nod as he approaches me.

  “Yeah. Everything’s fine.”

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  Dante ‘Inferno’ Page.

  Turning off the main road which leads into Comfort Springs, I pull into Devil’s Comfort compound and park the Harley. A slight smile plays on my lips as I remove my helmet and with a twist of my neck, I take a quick glance at the surrounding area. We bought the old abandon building eighteen months ago. With its three stories, basement, grounds, and private access to the bayou. The colonial building suits our purpose in both its location and layout.

  ‘Glad to be back?’ Linc, the club’s Vice President, slaps my back.

  With a shrug, I shake off his hand and swing my leg over the bike. In the two years since taking over the presidency of Devil’s Comfort, the MC as a unit is stronger. Satisfaction surges through me, and with a contented sigh, I release the anticipation which slowly began to build inside me when we hit the last stretch of the highway. It is Saturday night. A night of partying and fucking calls out to me.

  ‘Right now, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.’

  Linc’s chuckle trails behind him and I watch my Brothers amble towards the club with friendly back slaps and hugs. As they jostle against each other, I realize with an indulgent smile I am not the only one eager to make a start on the frivolities. The success of our run is accountable for our boisterous mood, and without any further hesitation, I catch up with my brothers and push the main doors open. A stale, blue-gray hue assaults our vision and its accompanying oppressive pungent aroma torments our noses while the loud beat of heavy rock, which has the old floorboards creaking, vibrates in our ears. The weekend festivities have already begun and are in full force. All I need now is a willing woman for the night.

  On entering the clubhouse, I give the room a quick scan checking for any trouble. A smirk lingers on my lips when my gaze skims over the women littered around the room in various states of dress. Some of the women have managed to snag part of the room and turn the wooden floor into an impromptu dance floor. Most of them have their tits and asses on display, which jiggle as they wiggle to the heavy beat. Their sensual sways more of a parody of dancing as they blatantly gyrate their semi-naked bodies. Every twist and turn, calculated to gain the attention of the bikers who remained behind on this trip.

  In another part of the club, a couple of bikers who had accompanied us on the trip, are setting up a game of pool. The prize is the woman standing between them. To the rear of the main hall, away from the main party, are the club’s ol’ ladies and their men. In need of a drink, I swagger towards the bar and collect a bottle of Jack. With the JD in hand, I raise the bottle and bang the bar counter with my other hand.

  ‘Great trip boys. Now let’s have ourselves some fun.’

  ‘We need to talk about the new customer.’

  I turn to Linc, whose gaze fixates somewhere over my left shoulder. ‘We can talk tomorrow.’ I turn to face the ol’ ladies and wink at the hazel-eyed witch. ‘Wouldn’t you rather be somewhere else than holed up for a couple of hours with this motley rabble.’

  The rumble that vibrates in his chest has me slapping his shoulder.

  ‘Go have fun. We missed the party at Bear’s for this.’

  With a final glance at Linc and the room, I saunter towards the pool table checking the whore out on the way. She is five- seven, with long, straight, deep brown hair. Thanks to the shirt that barely cover her tits, she is flashing plenty of flesh. One deep breath and the button under her large tits will be in danger of popping, causing what little modesty she possesses to be lost. Not that the boys will complain, but there could be a riot. The red skirt scarcely covers her ass, never mind hide her thighs. My cock twitches as my gaze shifts to toned legs, which are further enhanced by the black fuck me heel ankle boots.

  Another glance at the whore has the blood pumping to my cock. Yep, this delightful morsel has me tempted. Before reaching for the whore, I take another swig of the whisky. With a swagger I lean forward and cheerfully lay an alcoholic induced wet kiss on her neck whilst slapping her rump at the same time, causing the whore to squeal as she jumps.

  ‘Mind if I join you, Boys?’

  ‘And if we object.’ Crabby smirks as his pale blue eyes linger on my fingers at the whore’s waist. ‘Hey, I was only giving you a fair chance at winning the girl. But…’ I turn towards the stairs with the whore firmly clutched in my fingers.

  The recently promoted prospect chuckles as he resets the pool table. He is twenty-five, five- ten, with dirty blond shoulder length hair, and his pale blue eyes have a tendency to turn to ice when you break his temper.

  After making the breaking shot, the game quickly escalates. Each time we pot a ball the whore receives either a slap to her rear or a lingering kiss on her neck, which have begun to leave a small chain of souvenirs on her flesh.

  Crabby lost the first match to me, and with a shrug of his shoulders, he ambles over to Fudge. When the other biker lost his game, I grab my winnings by her waist, practically hauling her to my private room on the second floor. I have an itch in need of scratching.

  *****

  Once we are in the bedroom there will be no playing or flirting from me. I do not need or do pleasantries.

  There is only one thing I need from the whore and she knows what that is. Without looking at the her, I order her to strip. I do not check to see if she is following my request as I remove the club’s leather Cut from my six-two build. From years of practice, I rapidly shrug out of my tee-shirt, revealing a perfectly sculptured upper body. Hard pecs and a flat stomach earned in the basement gym. With a flick of my hand and without moving my gaze from the whore, I swiftly undo the fastenings of my jeans. Eager for the juicy pussy waiting for me, my long thick cock springs free from the confines of the material of my pants. As my cock bounces, the whore cannot be oblivious to the state of my arousal. A final shove of my jeans has me revealing well-toned legs covered with dark hair.

  While waiting for the whore to finish undressing, I sit on an old wooden chair by the door and with ease; I spread my legs, taking a firm hold of my cock. Then I begin to pump the hard shaft, enjoying the satiny texture against my calloused hands. Impatient to be inside the whore as soon as she is naked, I walk over to her and t
rail my fingers down her arms. Her shudder makes me smile.

  ‘Babe, I’m going to fuck you all night, and if you’re good. I’ll fuck you again in the morning.’ I lean in closer to her ear. My voice is hoarse with lust. ‘I’m going to pound into your pussy until you’re unable to walk.’

  As I continue with the smutty talk, I walk around the whore, coming to stop in front of her. With a finger on her mouth, I taunt her.

  ‘Kneel, Bitch, and open that fuck-able mouth.’

  Eager for my cock to be in her mouth, I reach over to the table for one of the condoms I had placed earlier and cover my dick with the latex. Aware of what to expect the whore wordlessly kneels while her gaze avoids mine. There will be none of the niceties most women expect when they are about to have sex, especially a mouth fuck. I do not want small talk from her, and I will never kiss her or any other whore from the club, on the mouth.

  Running the edge of my tongue over my parted lips, I lift the whore’s face up and see arousal has darkened the her brown eyes. As I watch her through hooded eyes, she guides my cock into her mouth, sucking on the tip. Inside the strawberry- flavored latex, my cock throbs as pre-cum leaks out of the tiny slit. Although I deny the whore the taste of my flesh and semen, this does not stop her from greedily pulling or sucking my cock into her mouth. The sweet touch of her tongue licks the flesh underneath my cock. The teasing of her tongue over the veins circling my shaft has the pulse in my ears echoing the pulse in my cock. When I thrust against her hand she takes more of the hard cock into her mouth. Sucking me harder as her agile hands pump my shaft. Her tongue stimulates my cock with each stroke she delivers.

  ‘Oh yeah, Babe. That’s it. Suck me hard and take me deep.’

  The muscles in her throat relax as she draws the head in further, taking it to the back of her throat. With ease, my cock passes the restricted confines of the pharynx. My hips move, pulling back to thrust into her mouth again. Going deeper with each thrust. It is not long before my cock is in her mouth and down her throat. My hands grip her hair as I continue to control each thrust. Each time she takes my cock deeper, I pause against her mouth before drawing back, only to plunge in again. With a deep groan from within my throat, I shoot cum down her throat, filling the condom. My groan is followed by a sigh as I withdraw my semi-hard cock from the warmth of her mouth. Now the preliminaries have been dealt with the leftover tension from the bike ride is gone and I am ready for a night’s hard fuck. With a twist of my wrist and after tying the ends of the condom, I dispose the used latex into the trashcan.

  Suited up with a fresh condom, I turn to the whore who has yet to move from her kneeling position. Momentarily remorse fills my heart over my treatment of her. An emotion I quickly squash when I continue dishing out my instructions.

  ‘Lie on the bed, Baby, and hold on to the headboard.’

  When my gaze drifts to her pussy, blood pours straight to my cock. Need races through me as I become hard once more.

  ‘Spread those pretty legs for me.’

  From the end of the bed, I watch the girl climb into position. My gaze lingers on her body and I deliberately part my legs and grab hold of my cock. Without shifting my gaze, my tongue runs over my lips in anticipation.

  ‘Fuck, Baby, I can’t wait to eat your tits. To have your pussy surrounding and squeezing my cock once I’m inside you.’

  Now is not the time to waste on idle talk and I climb on top of the whore and take one of her large pale tits into my mouth. Greedily, I suckle on the soft flesh. My tongue eagerly flickering over the hard nipple. With each suckle, and lick I deliver; I savor the nub as it grows harder in my mouth. On a final suckle; I slowly release the bud from its captivity. When the nipple scrapes my teeth, I bite and pull hard on the end. As I lavish the whore with my touch, she begins to thrash underneath me. Her hands gripping tightly onto the headboard while I continue to play with her body. Her moans grow louder as her hips arch up to meet my body, seeking out my cock.

  ‘Fuck me, Inferno.’

  The shrill of her voice has me ceasing my play of her nipples and my hand lands with a resounding slap on her fleshy ass which echoes in the room.

  ‘What the fuck did you say?’ I mumble against the sweet mound of her tits causing her to quiver from the vibrations of my voice against the soft flesh. Between sobs of pleasure, the whore starts to beg.

  ‘Fuck me. Please.’

  ‘Soon, Babe, soon.’

  In my own sweet time, I turn my attention to her other tit. Whilst giving this tit the same pleasure as its partner, the whore continues with her begging.

  ‘Fuck. Fuck me, I’m about to come.’

  With a mouthful of tit, I growl into the soft, delicate flesh, biting against the pale skin.

  ‘If you come before I tell you to. You leave the room. Understand?’

  The whore nods frantically. She knows this is no idle threat. That it is a promise I will carry out. As I glare at the whore, her body stills, and I watch her clamp her lips together to stop her screams and from climaxing.

  With a smile of approval, I kneel between her legs and stroke her flesh. Then the whore finds herself face down as I spin her onto her stomach. Blindly, I search for the lubrication I placed on the bedside table earlier and without moving my gaze from the whore’s ass; I cover my fingers with a clear gel. When I am satisfied I have generously covered my fingers with the mint-infused goo, I spread the whore's ass cheeks apart. With a gentle squeeze of the tube, I drop a large dollop of the glop around her ass hole. With fingers well lubricated, I push slowly into her ass. With ease I begin to pump in and out, stretching her passage. It is not long before the room fills with her moans as her muscles start to contract. My smile deepens as the whore prepares herself for what is to come next. In eager anticipation, I rub more lubrication on my condom-covered dick. Slowly I slide into her.

  ‘Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good, Inferno.’

  ‘I know, Baby. Fuck. Your tight ass is gripping my cock. Shit, Babe, I can’t wait to start fucking you.’

  Whilst talking dirty to the whore, I raise her hips to gain a better leverage. Because she is on her knees, her head pushes against the pillow, offering her the only leverage she can find.

  ‘Grab hold of the headboard, Baby. You’re going to need it.’ When she finds her purchase, I begin to thrust, building my speed up harder and harder as I fuck her ass. ‘Oh, fuck Baby, that’s good.’

  ‘Erm.’

  My fingers find the front of her pussy and I spread her lips to stroke between the puffy flesh. Each stroke delivered is in rhythm with my thrusts. The deeper I delve into her ass, the harder I thrust.

  ‘You still want to come, Baby?’

  ‘Please?’

  ‘Come now. Come around my fingers.’ I grunt as I plunge two fingers into her pussy, drawing my cock out of her ass. Only to thrust back into her ass as I jerk my fingers out of her pussy.

  ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ The whore screams as she climaxes. Her pussy tightening around my cock.

  I pull out of her ass and raise her hips higher. Thus, enabling me to thrust deep into her now pulsing, wet tunnel with my cock. Plunging in so deep my balls hit her ass. Again, I thrust into her. Each surge growing harder. Beads of sweat cover my forehead. As my climax builds, the tension mounts in my body. My balls draw up tight. Baby Blu’s name echoes in the room as I let loose a roar and find my own release, filling the condom with sperm. Fuck, the whore beneath me tenses as I shout out another woman’s name.

  As soon as I am out of the whore, I roll away to lie on my back, reaching down to dispose of the condom. Whilst I catch my breath and with my arm across my forehead, an image of Baby Blu’s face appears.

  ‘Where are you, Hun?’ I mutter in a whisper to no one in particular.

  It is six years since I saw her last. My son’s, sexy, eighteen-year-old babysitter, who I craved and fell for. Without a word she left Comfort Springs after going to the fun fair with Trax, my son and me. I behaved like a jerk over her, a
ssuming she returned my feelings. There were many times I sensed the soft linger of her gaze on me. Caressing my body, only for her to look away when I returned her look. Yeah, I miss my girl. Not knowing where she is drives me crazy. All my leads have come back blank. Even Sundance has failed to track her down.

  Whenever I broach the subject of Baby Blu with her father, he refuses to answer my questions concerning her life. It offers me little comfort knowing he extends the same courtesy to my parents, who are his neighbors and Baby Blu’s former employers.

  My knowledge of Baby Blu's life is vague. Since leaving Comfort Springs, she has never made a returning visit or contacted me. Each night my last thoughts are always the same.

  Is she married or living with some Preppy guy? Is she the mother to some bastard’s children? I hope the fuck not, because if she is. I have no choice but to kill the bastard. A killing I would not hesitate to do. No fucker touches what belongs to me. Each night, my dreams are full of Baby Blu. Meanwhile, I temporarily slake my lust for her with the club whores or the strippers from Tie Me Down. Thinking of Baby Blu has me hard again and I reach for the whore once more. A groan passes my lip as I begin to slake off my unrelenting arousal.

  Brair Lake

  In April 2014 I released my first book Inferno and the Good Girl part of the Devil’s Comfort Series. I am now on to series 2 of Devil’s Comfort. You can find more about my books and contact me on the following Social media pages

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  By early next year the last book in the Devil’s Comfort series should be available closing this series. However, if all goes well, I do have a little surprise for you all which will involve the characters from Linc the Ink’s tattoo parlor.