I managed, and then he fingered me until I was right on the edge of an orgasm before sliding a plug into my ass, standing me up, and hugging me. The plug wasn’t huge, but it was big enough I wouldn’t forget it was there.
Especially while on his bike. My entire lower body throbbed, and I choked back a sob.
“It’s going to be okay, Cheyenne. Let’s do this.”
I’d been right about the plug coming alive on the bike, and I was a molten ball of lust by the time he pulled into the new clubhouse complex. He’d ordered me to lube my ass before he picked me up. I’d assumed it was so he could fuck me later, but it was probably for the plug.
A prospect was standing in the parking spot right in front of what I assumed was the clubhouse door. He moved as we pulled up. He’d been holding the spot for us?
The room seemed nearly full when we walked in, but I didn’t look around. I stared at the floor and walked where Frost led me. He sat, ordered me over his lap, and I went.
I’d just been across his lap, so it was easier to bend over so soon after, even with an audience.
“Cheyenne has already apologized to me,” Squatch said. “We’re good. I’m ready to welcome her into the family with open arms.”
My face flamed even hotter when Frost pulled my dress up and bared my ass.
“I, too, am looking forward to welcoming her into the family,” Mad Dog said. “First, though, her ass needs to pay a debt her mouth got her into. Frost? Proceed.”
Frost had warned me that if he didn’t hit me hard enough, Mad Dog would order Squatch to deliver the consequences again from the start, but I had no idea it was even possible for him to hit me so hard with his hand.
I thought I’d known what I was in for, but I was wrong. His hands are so damned strong, and he hit hard enough the deepest muscles felt the impact. Heat. Power. Force. Pain.
Now I understood why he’d spanked me before we got here — it had been a warmup.
I screamed and kicked, but somehow, I managed to keep my hands on the floor. When he stood me up, tears ran down my face.
He walked me ten steps and leaned me over the sofa. If I couldn’t stay leaned over, someone would hold me down. He wanted me to do this without having to be held, but I wasn’t sure I could.
Frost’s strong hands lifted my dress and tucked it under my hips at the sides, so my red ass was on display. “Five at a time.”
That was all the warning I got before the belt hit me five times.
Five stripes of fire across my ass.
One long, shrieking scream.
I squeezed the sofa cushion with my hands. Determined not to let go.
Somehow, I made it through the entire ordeal, but only because he’d worked so hard to teach me control in the preceding weeks. When it was finally over, I curled into his chest when he lifted me in his arms. I was crying so hard I couldn’t breathe. Someone went ahead of us and opened doors. I’d had my eyes squeezed close, but I opened them to see. Squatch? Maybe. I took a breath and confirmed it.
He opened the door to what I assumed was Frost’s room and then closed us in, without coming in with us. Frost sat on the bed with me cradled to his chest and reached between my legs. Three fingers entered me, fucked me hard.
“Come, Cheyenne.”
I came apart. The stress and anticipation of knowing what was coming, and then the ordeal of having to go through it, topped off by my ass feeling as if it were three thousand degrees, and then his talented fingers working me — every bit of it released, and I shook and screamed and shuddered in his arms. I came so hard, the stainless plug came out, but he ignored it when it hit the carpet with a thud.
He barely waited for the orgasm to wane before I was on the floor and he was on me, his dick in my ass. Most of the lube was gone, but enough was left he didn’t rip into me.
I didn’t care, though. He fucked me hard and fast. Brutal. My cat needed it as much as me.
Best of all, he gave me orgasms for over an hour before he finally let me rest.
“We need to go back upstairs,” he told me with a chuckle, “so you can be welcomed into the family.”
I’d known this, but I was so tired, I didn’t move.
“Don’t make me spank you again, Cheyenne.”
Once again, that voice had me moving.
“My bag is still on your bike.”
“I’ll get a prospect to bring it down. No shower, and there’ll be plenty of food.”
Frost
My inner sadist had liked hurting her a little too much. He wanted to hurt her worse, now.
I’d have to contemplate that later, though. For now, I needed to be sure she was okay with walking into a roomful of people who’d just seen her spanked and belted.
We heard the band playing when we hit the stairs to head upstairs, and the party was going strong when we entered from the back of the room. Velvet hugged my girl first, then Mad Dog, Squatch, and everyone else. Even Tess, our bitch-on-wheels attorney gave her a warm welcome.
We had four ol’ladies now: Velvet, Ember, Tess, and now my Cheyenne. The club needed our women. It felt right, seeing the four of them at the bar doing tequila shots with limes and salt.
And Cheyenne had stood still to accept her consequences. I was so damned proud of her — and I’d told her so, while I gave her orgasms until she begged for a respite. I didn’t tell her my inner sadist had fed off her pain and fear, though. I wasn’t sure how she’d take that part.
We were coming up on Thanksgiving, and I was so happy we had this behind us, so she could be part of our holiday.
It takes a lot to get a cat drunk, but Velvet lined shots up and had Cheyenne do them one after another. Twenty-four shots in just a few minutes. The women stood on the bar and danced, and I couldn’t help but admire Cheyenne’s lean body. She’d changed into jeans, black boots, and a tight little black tee shirt before we came back, and she rocked the look.
Dementor sat beside me and bumped my shoulder with his. “I think we both have it pretty bad.”
“I still can’t believe your ol’lady’s a fuckin’ dragon.”
He chuckled. “We have to go to faerie for her to change and fly, but damn, she’s beautiful.”
The Big D leaned back and I could see his contentment. He drew a long swig from his beer and said, “It’s good to have our ol’ladies actin’ up at parties again. We’ve needed this.”
I looked around and had to agree. The sweetbutts were all being well used in one area of the clubhouse, while the ol’ladies jumped down from the bar and poured more shots for each other. We hadn’t spared any expense on the bar, and it was nice to have a home we could be proud of again.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cheyenne
When I was a sweetbutt, I thought I’d understood how the MC worked, but I hadn’t seen as much of it as I thought. In the following weeks I got to know Mad Dog better, and Dementor, and Squatch. Bobcat changed his bottom rocker out, meaning he was staying in the Birmingham chapter for good, and we had yet another huge party.
Gil and the kids came to Bobcat’s party for about an hour. The kids had a blast, but Gil was clearly uncomfortable. He did okay, but I don’t think he fooled anyone into thinking he was there for the party.
And Frost moved his first piece of furniture into my house — a fancy chess table, with fancy chess pieces. He’d had it at his house in the spa complex, and it seemed like a big deal.
His house was really nice, but he never stayed there. He was always at either my house, or the clubhouse.
So, I didn’t even think about stopping him when he walked in with the chess table, even though I knew that letting him move furniture in was huge.
In the weeks following, watching him teach the kids the rules and strategies gave me an idea for what to give the man who has everything.
I’m not much of a sculptor. I mean, I did okay with it in class when I had to. However, I’d played around with 3D printing enough I knew how to create the right kinds of
graphics to hand to someone who was an actual expert.
So, I sketched and drew biker chess pieces, with little cuts. The knight was on a motorcycle instead of a horse. I put a little of Frost into each piece, and then I worked with someone who could turn my drawings into 3D renderings. Having them made into metal pieces instead of plastic cost more than I expected, but that was okay.
We fell into a routine of two nights at my house with all four of us, and another night with just me and the kids while Frost was at the clubhouse. Most weeks, I spent two nights at the clubhouse with him, and we had two nights at my house without the kids.
I had a minor freakout one night when he casually told me he needed to leave in time for a meeting with Brooke at midnight. I had no idea he was doing a job for Birmingham’s Master Vampire. I’d never actually met her, but I’d heard enough stories, it scared me. A child who is thousands of years old and scary powerful? I didn’t want him anywhere near her.
But, as he calmly pointed out, she needed her club rebuilt, and someone had to do it. She and the bikers had a working relationship, so of course she’d come to him. He mostly dealt with her daytime people, but she wanted an every-other-week face-to-face meeting with him while they walked the site. Frost didn’t think her request unreasonable.
“No, it isn’t unreasonable, but I feel like I should’ve known you’re working for her!” I threw my hands up at his expression. “No, you don’t have to tell me everyone you’re working for. I realize I’m not making sense. Just... fuck. Just give me a few minutes.”
And he did just that. He opened his arms in invitation, I went into them, and he held me while I got used to the idea of him in a meeting with the scary-as-fuck Master Vampire of Birmingham.
Finally, I said, “If she has a good working relationship with the MC, she won’t throw that away just to have you as a party favor. It’s going to be okay.”
“That’s right. I’ll be fine.”
“You’re going by yourself?”
“She’s meeting me at the jobsite. We’ll walk through. I’ll make notes about what she likes and doesn’t likes, and any concerns.”
“She can get into your head.”
“Yes. She frequently responds to what I’m thinking before I speak. She doesn’t even try to hide it, and I respect that about her.”
Frost
The only inquiries we’d had about the prospect we’d given to Brooke had been from his supposed parole officer. We’d told the asshole that the prospect told us the club wasn’t for him and he’d left. We didn’t know where he’d gone. He’d been sharing an apartment with another prospect, and he’d taken some of his clothes with him, but had left a lot.
Mad Dog had torn the prospect’s bike apart, melted down the stuff with a serial number, and gotten rid of the rest, a little here and a little there, along with the regular discards. We’d incinerated his ID and credit cards.
They seemed to have bought it, because other than a few follow-up phone calls from the parole officer to make sure Mad Dog hadn’t heard from him, nothing else came of it.
The meeting with Brooke was uneventful. I’d intended to go to the clubhouse for the rest of the night when we finished, but Cheyenne asked me to come back to her house, so I did. She was so relieved to see me, she gave me a blowjob without me telling her to.
She didn’t get an orgasm that night, but I made it up to her the next morning with a nice, long ass-fucking followed by an explosive release.
And yes, the kids were down the hall, but I’d put sound dampeners in Cheyenne’s room, and she was learning to be quiet.
Speaking of the kids — Nora was learning to drive, and it scared the fuck out of me. I followed her, driving Cheyenne and the boys, for a few miles before I needed to go a different direction. Nora behind the steering wheel scared me worse than a midnight meeting with Brooke. It isn’t that she was a bad driver, just inexperienced, and she was driving the love of my life around.
I opened my bike up and flew, once I wasn’t behind them anymore. The crisp, clear morning was exhilarating. My day was full of planned meetings and I’d be stuck inside, but at least I wasn’t in a cage on the way to the office.
One of the former-prospects I’d sponsored met me at the front door and walked to my office with me. We’d patched him in a few weeks earlier, which made my life so much easier now that he could see everything.
Magnum is a turtle shifter and a geek, but I’d brought him in to help me at the construction company from the beginning, rather than assigning him as the club geek, since Skippy and Gears seemed to have that under control.
“What’s up?” I asked him.
“Someone tried to hack into our server last night, for the construction company. I talked to Gears, and he didn’t get any alarms on the MC’s servers, but when I looked through his logs, I could see an attempt there, too. I need to get with him on his alarms and security. Things have changed since the last guy coded the security protocols.”
“Do we know who’s fucking with us?”
“Negative. They didn’t get into our servers here. Gears is talking to Mad Dog about getting me into the club’s servers so I can try to track the cocksuckers back from there.”
“Same cocksuckers?”
He shrugged. “It’d be a huge coincidence if it wasn’t. The alarms woke me at nearly three in the morning. I followed them back through three nodes, they saw me, and stopped the brute attack. They didn’t get in. I know this, because I watched them while I tried to find them. It looks like they went to the clubhouse servers at that point, but no alarm woke anyone. Gears is a few hours behind me, trying to play catch-up. Not completely his fault. He inherited the servers and the security, while I got to implement everything here from scratch. For me, at least, it’s easier to work on my own system than to maintain someone else’s.”
“We’re safe for now? The company servers here?”
“Yes.”
“What could they get? Why would they try?”
He shrugged. “Bid information, bank accounts, contract wording — that’s if it was regular espionage. I suppose LEO might want to see the plans for our new clubhouse, and a list of the supplies we purchased to build it.”
Right. Special windows to thwart eavesdropping devices and bugs, lots of bulletproof material, not to mention the benefits of seeing our hidden passageways and walk-in safes hidden behind false walls.
“I don’t want details of the clubhouse on any server connected to the internet.” I nodded to the not-connected computer sitting on a credenza behind my desk. “I want it there, and on backup drives in a safe that will wipe everything inside if it isn’t accessed correctly. Once you’ve done that, get to the clubhouse and help Gears get everything locked down. I’ll talk to Mad Dog and let him know.” The computer on my desk would wipe itself if someone didn’t follow the right protocols going in. I wasn’t worried about it getting into the wrong hands due to a search warrant or raid.
I called Mad Dog on the secure app, and learned I might be about to lose Magnum as a full-time employee of the construction company. I’d kind of expected that, eventually. Especially now that Magnum was a full member.
“We have three geeks, and I don’t know who to make head geek,” he told me. “We need either Brain, McGyver, or Shadow to spend time with all three and give me some feedback on their skill levels.”
“I get the sense that Magnum is the best at security, Gears is best at video and photo and graphic stuff, and Skippy’s more of an all-around tech guy with a really good handle on how electronic money moves around in the banking systems. McGyver knows Gears’ abilities. We could send the other two up to Chattanooga a few days so they can see how Brain has everything set up. Keep from having to ask one of them to come here.”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to Duke and Brain, maybe Bud. Gears has been stretched thin, managing the bike shop and handling geek duties.”
“We need to find a way to test Skippy so we feel comfortable voting him in. We n
eed a money man. I’m happy to continue with what I’ve been doing, but if we can turn him loose with all of our information, I’m certain he’ll know things to do that I don’t.”
“We aren’t rushing anyone through. It’ll happen in good time.”
“I know. Trust me, I get it. That’s why I want to find a way to test him.”
“Not sure what test we could’ve given the last asshole to catch him.”
He made a valid point. I’d caught the wolf, but would I catch a raven? Birds are better at controlling our micro-expressions, since we know how easy they are to spot by another bird.
The weeks leading up to Thanksgiving were uneventful. Cheyenne invited me to have Thanksgiving with her, the kids, and Gil. They ate during the day, and our celebration was later in the evening, so it worked out. I invited them to our evening celebration. Gil declined for him and the kids, but Cheyenne said she’d love to come.
“Do you do the whole Black Friday shopping thing?” I asked her about a week before the big day.
She looked at me as if I’d lost my sanity. “Yes. Of course. I mean, most sales start the weekend before, so for some things, if you haven’t bought them before Thanksgiving, you won’t get them, but the best sales are that weekend.”
“I haven’t had to buy many gifts for a few years. The boys are easy. I’m wondering if I can take Nora shopping for some good quality leather boots. I can’t surprise her with them because she’ll need to try them on.”
“Why did you ask about Black Friday?”
“I’ll be leaving for Canada Friday morning. A few of us chartered a flight. We rent a remote cabin where we can all change and roam the forest. It’s colder up there, and we’re indigenous.”
“Bears?”
I nodded. “A few wolves, too. You’re welcome to come if you’d like. My treat.”
“But I won’t be able to shop.”
“Right.”
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