THE BABY OATH: Anarchy’s Reign MC

by Sophia Gray

  Cal nodded slowly and swallowed, his throat working visibly as he worked up something to say. “It was just…any other day.”

  “A firefight at the MC’s clubhouse was just like any other day? Is that supposed to reassure me?” Antonia said sarcastically, punctuating her sarcastic question with a kiss on Cal’s lips, just to break the unbearable tension between them.

  Cal smiled. His eyes gleamed with an inner light that Antonia had never noticed before. She wanted to bathe in that light, soak up its rays until she felt warm on the inside, comforted by the mix of desire and respect she saw lurking there. “It wasn’t my first time fighting for my life, no,” Cal said. He rubbed his way up from Antonia’s hand to the top of her shoulder, kneading at some of the tension hiding within her muscles.

  “So, what, is that normal?” Antonia asked. Some of her fear leaked into her voice. “I mean, do you do that a lot? Fighting with guns?”

  Cal let his hand trail up from her shoulder to her neck. Antonia’s eyes fell shut as his nails skimmed up her sensitive skin and danced along her neck until they finally found a resting place behind her ear. “It happens from time to time, yes,” he said, tangling his fingers into the hair on the back of her head gently. “But not every day. It won’t happen again for a long time, now that I’ve got the MC under control. They’re mine again. We won’t have to worry.”

  Antonia licked her dry lips before leaning in again to press her mouth against Cal, wishing she could subsume all of her anxiety into his body, let his beautiful strong form swallow up every last worry that was lurking in her mind. But unfortunately it didn’t work that way, at least not in Antonia’s experience. She sighed into Cal’s mouth, making him pull back and look at her quizzically until she leaned back, bracing her weight on her arms on either side of Cal’s body. “I don’t know,” she said, thinking out loud. “I just want us to be safe. That’s all.”

  “We are safe,” Cal argued. He pulled at her head until he could consume her lips again in another deep kiss. “I’ll take care of us. I promise.”

  “How can you say that?” Antonia asked. She sighed deeply as she let her anxieties flow out of her mouth. “I mean it. How can you really believe that? Paul could—”

  “Paul’s going away for a very long time,” Cal cut in. “He’s not going to hurt us. I swear, baby. I’m not going to let it happen. Even if I have to kill him with my bare hands—”

  “I don’t want you to do that,” Antonia said firmly. She furrowed her brow to show how serious she was about that. She sighed again and let her body collapse on top of Cal’s, relaxing a little more as his hand came up to rub some of the anxiety out of her back muscles. “I don’t know, Cal,” she said, thinking out loud. “I’m just going to have to get used to it, you know? The way you had to get used to being a dad. I’m going to have to take some time to get accustomed to being…” She trailed off, uncertain of what she was trying to say, exactly.

  “To being the queen?” Cal suggested, a bright, wide grin splitting his face in half.

  “Shut up,” Antonia said, playfully slapping the side of his body. “Stop teasing me.”

  “I’m not teasing!” Cal said. He sat up in bed and pulled Antonia along with him. “You are the queen now. Because I’m the king, and I chose you. That’s the way it works.”

  Antonia hesitated before saying anything, unsure if Cal was making fun of her. “Seriously?” she finally asked.

  Cal nodded, and the shit-eating grin faded from his face, replaced by a sober, almost somber expression. “Yes. You’re the queen of the MC now, baby. You better get used to it.”

  A little shiver went down Antonia’s spine, but it didn’t feel cold. It felt…weirdly hot, like a trail of flames was licking its way down her bones, splitting her cells open and making them feel things that she’d never allowed them to before. “I’m the queen,” she whispered out loud to herself, trying to get used to the idea.

  Cal smiled again, his eyes full of brilliant light as he stared directly into Antonia’s eyes, running a gentle hand down her spine, making her squirm a little bit under his touch. “Yeah, baby. You’re the fucking queen.”

  Antonia swallowed heavily, willing all the shaky nervousness to fade from her body, but even though she tried to stay steady and cool headed, her voice shook a little as she asked, “So what does the queen do, exactly?”

  Cal leaned up a little, pushing Antonia back on the bed until she was fully sitting in his lap. He wordlessly encouraged her to wrap her arms around his neck, so she complied, settling so that she was comfortable sitting on his legs. “A queen,” he started to say, his voice a low whisper, “gets what she wants. That’s what a queen does.”

  Antonia grinned. The movement of her muscles felt almost painful after spending such a long time frowning and worrying in her jail cell. She leaned in to press her lips against Cal’s, squeezing his back more tightly. “That sounds good to me,” she murmured against his mouth.

  “Mm, yeah, I thought so,” Cal said softly, sticking his hands up the hem of her shirt to get at the bare skin of her back. “But there’s one catch, though.”

  “Oh, yeah, what’s that?” Antonia said in between soft, teasing kisses, dragging her lips along the side of Cal’s face, trying to get him to fall apart as quickly as possible without touching his cock directly.

  But Cal was stronger than he looked. He forced her to look him directly in the eyes, saying with a serious tone of voice, “The queen has to obey the king…in bed, that is.”

  “Mm, sounds hot,” Antonia whispered, dragging her tongue lightly along the seam of Cal’s lips. “I could get into that.”

  “Yeah?” Cal asked. His hands traveled down to grip Antonia’s ass, kneading her cheeks for a minute before rearing back to spank her. Hard. Hard enough that she lurched forward into his arms, giggling as she collided with his chest. “You like that?” he whispered. His tone was sexy, teasing, but there was a real note of concern hiding within his words, a genuine interest in how she felt. Antonia felt absurdly turned on by that, just from realizing how much Cal cared about obtaining her consent. God, he seemed to respect her so much. It made her feel more special than anything else in the world.

  “Yeah,” Antonia answered him. She ducked her head to press her lips against the big pulsing vein in his neck, licking along his tendons until he was moaning softly in her ear. “Yeah, I fucking like that,” she muttered under her breath. She reached up to keep Cal’s head in place as she nibbled at the underside of his chin.

  “Mm, baby, yeah,” Cal murmured. He groaned

  a little as she licked and sucked at the tip of his earlobe, pulling it into her mouth to tease at it with her tongue. “Yeah, that’s good.”

  “Yeah, you like having me as your queen?” Antonia whispered back, dragging her nails down the back of his neck, making him arch up into her touch.

  “I love it,” Cal said, and before Antonia could realize what was happening he flipped her over, pinning her down to the mattress underneath his weight. “You like being royalty, don’t you?”

  Antonia nodded, grinning shamelessly. Butterflies floated around in her stomach as Cal melted above her, leaning down to kiss her neck softly. “God, you taste so good,” Cal whispered into her skin.

  “You’re forgetting something,” Antonia said as she wrapped her hand around the back of Cal’s head, tangling her fingers through his hair to scratch at his sensitive scalp.

  “What’s that?” Cal asked.

  “I have to obey you,” Antonia said. “In bed, at least,” she added with a wink.

  “That’s right,” Cal said, pulling back a little to stare at Antonia, his eyes flashing with unbridled desire. “I can tell you what to do, if you want to obey me.”

  “I do,” Antonia said with perfect confidence. Her heart thundered in her chest like the hooves of a thoroughbred horse let out of the racing gate. “Tell me what you want me to do, my sweet king.”

  Cal grinned again, his beautiful sharp sm
ile shining brightly. He leaned in to bite at her neck, sucking at her skin so hard that Antonia’s whole body jolted upward, her hips lurching forward like she was already being fucked. God, she wanted that so badly. She needed to be united with Cal, to join with him in body and in soul. She needed to be his queen, really and truly, in every sense of the word.

  Cal focused on biting her for a few moments, dragging his teeth down her neck and sucking on the sharpest part of her collarbone before he sunk lower, pulling her shirt aside to suckle at the tops of her breasts. Antonia had almost entirely forgotten about the obedience thing when Cal pulled back suddenly, leaving her whining lowly in response to the loss of contact. “What…” Antonia muttered out as Cal beamed down at her, looking at her like he’d just won a grand prize at the carnival.

  “Strip,” he said to her. He stuck a hand under her ass, encouraging her to get to her feet. “Strip for me, baby.”

  It took a few seconds for Antonia to register what he said, but as soon as she did she sprung to her feet, jumped off the bed, and stood in front of him, grinning. “Put on some music,” she told him as she began to let her hips sway from side to side.

  “Oh, you’re giving orders now, huh?” Cal said, laughing as he leaned across the bed to grab his phone from the nightstand.

  “Hey, it goes both ways,” Antonia said with unbroken confidence. She moved her hips from side to side, watching with satisfaction as the desire in Cal’s eyes mounted, growing more and more obvious with each passing second. He wants me, Antonia thought to herself smugly. He fucking wants me. She felt a tremendous surge of power shoot up her spine, her whole body tingling with the unmistakable sensation of control. It was intoxicating, and she felt like she was in a haze, but she didn’t feel even a shred of doubt. She knew what to do here. She was going to fucking own his ass.

  Cal played a slow, rhythmic R&B song from his phone, and Antonia moved along to the beat, playing with the hem of her shirt, teasing it up little by little until the bottom of her stomach was exposed. “Mm, I like that,” Cal said. He leaned back on the bed and folded his hands behind his head.

  “Yeah, I bet you fucking do,” Antonia said teasingly. She arched her spine as she rolled her entire body, smirking when she saw Cal’s jaw drop open in shock and arousal. “I know what you like,” she whispered as she lifted her shirt up higher to reveal the bottom of her ribcage. She rolled up the bottom of her shirt and tied it up so it stayed in place and then danced slowly and smoothly, feeling a natural confidence that she didn’t know she possessed rising within her with each beat of the song that filled the room around them.

  “God, you’re fucking hot,” Cal said as he watched her, his eyes never leaving her body even for a single moment, totally entranced as she moved along to the rhythm of the song.

  “I am,” Antonia agreed without thinking about it. She felt perfectly secure in her body for the first time in her life, totally assured of the power between her hips. She reached under her shirt and undid her strapless bra, then pulled it out and threw it across the room, smirking as she watched Cal’s eyes fixate on her nipples, which now showed through the thin fabric of her shirt.

  “Yeah, you want me?” Antonia whispered. She slowed her movements even further and rocked her hips along with the bass line of the song, her heartbeat matching the beat, pounding throughout her whole body.

  Cal nodded furiously, licked his lips, and reached his hands out to touch her.

  Antonia slapped his hands away gently and pushed them aside so that they couldn’t get to her breasts, which was their intended target if his gaze was anything to go by. “Not yet,” she said, chastising him by waving a single finger in the air. “You haven’t earned it yet.”

  “Oh, I’ve got to earn it now?” Cal said. He bit down on his bottom lip as he watched her move to the music.

  “Mm-hmm,” Antonia answered without hesitation, rolling her body up from her breasts down to her legs, thrusting in the air like she was already fucking him. She wanted him to be desperate for her. She wanted him to beg for her, wanted his cock to leak for her, already on the edge before it even got inside her. She wanted him to need her as much as he needed anything in his entire life. “Gotta be patient,” she murmured as she dropped her hands down to her pants, playing with her button.

  “Whew, fuck,” Cal said, blowing out his breath and shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re a fucking special one, Antonia.”

  “Yeah, I am,” Antonia said. Her head felt light and airy, full of a dangerous level of self-confidence. This is the kind of self-assurance that dictators have, Antonia thought as she undid her button and zipper, tugging her pants down to her thighs, revealing her underwear to Cal’s hungry eyes. I could get used to this.

  “Take it off,” Cal said. “Please.”

  “Well, since you asked so nicely,” Antonia said. She smirked as she kicked her pants gracefully off her legs, revealing her naked limbs. She leaned her elbows on the bed, letting her hips writhe back and forth like she was riding an imaginary cock.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot,” Cal said. He rubbed his eyes like he was trying to clear his mind of a mirage. “Fuck.”

  “Yeah, baby,” Antonia murmured, lifting the hem of her shirt higher and higher, revealing the bottom half of her breasts, just under her nipple, her skin prickling from the cold air hitting her bare flesh. “You want me?”

  “You already know the answer to that,” Cal said. He was practically salivating at this point, his gaze glued to her breasts.

  “Say it,” Antonia demanded, her voice as firm as it had ever been. “Say it, baby.”

  “I want you,” Cal said. “Jesus Christ, I fucking want you.”

  “So what are you waiting for?” Antonia asked. She her eyebrows innocently as she slid her shirt over her shoulders and head and tossed it to the ground.

  “Fuck!” Cal cried out. He crawled forward on the bed and stopped just short of touching her. “Jesus Christ.”

  “Mm, what’s wrong?” Antonia asked teasingly. “Don’t like what you see?”

  Cal shot her a glare, but it soon melted into a sweet, almost alarmingly gentle look, his eyes going so soft that Antonia was almost scared. But not now. Not in this beautiful, unbroken moment, not when Cal was staring up at her like she was a goddess, whispering, “I love it. I love you.”

  Before she could come up with anything to say in response, Cal tackled her and pressed her down onto the bed again as he attacked her neck, his teeth digging into her violently for a few seconds before dragging their way down to her chest, latching around her left nipple. “Fuck!” Antonia cried out, clutching hard onto the back of Cal’s head, encouraging him to suck harder.

  “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” Cal declared. He reached down to pull her underwear off her body, tearing it in his haste to get it off her legs. But Antonia didn’t care, not when Cal was struggling out of his own clothes, kicking his boxers away and revealing his throbbing hardness a second before he pressed his crotch right against Antonia’s, slipping inside her so easily that Antonia barely had a second to prepare. She was being spread open, speared on his huge pulsing cock, and she fucking loved it. She was rendered speechless, gasping wordlessly as she bit at Cal’s shoulder, sucking on the salt of his skin.

  Cal grunted into her ear as he thrust wildly, sending his cock deeper into her pussy. “Jesus fuck.”

  “Yeah, that’s good,” Antonia whispered back. She sucked at the juncture of Cal’s neck and shoulder, making him whine lowly right into her ear, giving her exactly what she needed to hear: pure, unrestrained desire. “That’s so good. Fuck me. Fuck me deep. Give it to me.”

  Cal rushed to comply, bracing his weight by placing his hand into the mattress right next to Antonia’s head, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside of her until he hit her limit, brushing up against her inner walls. “Fuck, yes. That’s tight. That’s fucking tight. Ugh, so good, baby, fuck.”

  Antonia moaned out an incoherent
response, beyond words for the moment as she jerked her hips upward, trying to achieve even deeper penetration even though he was already all the way inside. She wanted as much of him as possible. She wanted to fucking swallow him whole.

  Cal began fucking her in earnest then, and the bed squeaked underneath him as he thrust in and out, panting lowly next to her ear the whole time. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” he moaned, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of Antonia’s wet cunt.

  She felt like he was hitting a bundle of nerves, the most special spot inside of her, the spot that could make her explode at any moment, if hit properly. I’m going to do it right now, she thought to herself, clutching harder at the skin of Cal’s back. I’m going to fucking come.

  But first, Cal had to fuck her brains out, pounding her so hard that she was a little worried that the bed was going to break underneath them. But somehow, Antonia thought that she wouldn’t even care if it did. She knew she couldn’t stop now, not when Cal’s bare cock was inside of her, pushing up inside of her, finding spots she didn’t even know existed.