by Eden Rose
I don’t say a word as I take it all in. It’s totally not what I expected when I thought of what his room would look like. For a moment, I thought it would look like his room in his clubhouse. Man, was I wrong.
Joe comes up behind me and then lightly pushes me closer to the bed with his hands on my hips. “Lay down in the center of the bed and wait for me to come back.” He doesn’t wait for me to confirm that I’m going to follow directions and he walks away into the closet.
I do as I was told to do and wait. My pussy is weeping from frustration and I know the minute he touches me, I would come in a heartbeat.
When he comes back, he’s holding what looks like a sash in his hands with a big smile on his face. “Chantal, there’s somethings that you need to know about me. One, when you are in my bed, you are completely under my control. If you can hand over your control, you will feel pleasure that will change your life. Can you do that for me?”
“What do you mean? Are you going to tie me up or something?” I question.
“Yes,” Joe says with no hesitation.
“Why?” I blurt out.
“Because it will give you the best pleasure you’ve ever had. Can you do this for me? If not, it’s all right.”
I have a feeling that if I say no, he’s going to tell me to get dressed and then think to himself that I’m not worth all of the problems that I just handed him. It’s an incredibly sick feeling that I have in my stomach that I’m this turned on over the fact of him controlling my body like this. What does this make me?
“Yes, I can.”
He smirks and then stops at the end of the bed with the sash in his hands. It’s a bright red sash with a design through it that I can’t make out from here. But who gives a fuck about the design of the sash? I sure don’t.
“All right,” he begins to advise me, “I need you to put your hands out towards me and I’m going to tie them carefully. After your hands are tied, I will secure them to the bedpost.”
Without hesitation, I do as I was told and stick my hands out towards him. Carefully, he grabs both of my wrists and adjusts his hand to hold them together. Once I’m secured in one of his bear sized paws, he begins to wrap the sash around my wrists. It’s over and done within seconds but now he’s crawling over the bed to tie the remaining strips to the bedpost.
“Is it too tight?” He asks me as he finishes tying me up.
I shake my head and then close my eyes as I try to ground myself. I feel myself slipping away and I can’t help it. I’ve never felt like this before. So out of control but in control all at the same time.
“When I ask you a question, you answer with your words. Do I make myself clear?” Joe warns me.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
His hot skin abrades mine as he settles himself in between my thighs. I squeeze his hips with my thighs and try to wiggle so he can slip in. Joe’s strong fingers find their way in between the lips of my sex and I arch my back as he circles my clit. “Shit,” I hiss out.
“Stay just like this.”
His lips trail down my throat and past my belly to the opening of my pussy. I already know that I’m wetter than the ocean because I can feel myself getting wetter as he continues to touch me. He dips his tongue in between my lips and does a hard swipe of his tongue to my clit.
“Holy fuck!” I yell out loud and thrash my head to the right. Completely forgetting that my hands are tied, I try to lift them to touch him but I can’t. I want to hold him closer to me and I try to get the words out but nothing comes out.
He swipes my clit over and over again. Each lick is another lick that’s sending me over the edge. I’m teetering on the brink of my very first orgasm and I’m reaching for it. I try hard to grab ahold of it but it seems too far away. Or that is what I thought until he stuck two fingers in my tight hole to brush against my G-Spot. That is when I explode.
Explode is a mild word for what I did. I detonated.
“Joe, oh fuck, Joe,” I chant over and over as I push my pussy into his mouth but then take it back.
“Damn, baby. You came so hard. Hold on just a second.”
My mind is mush and I can’t comprehend what he’s saying nor do I want to. I’m in oblivion. Straight up ecstasy.
I hear the sound of a foil wrapper being ripped open and then he’s back between my still shaking thighs. Joe reaches back and grabs my ankles to wrap them around his back. As I’m secured that way, he pistons his dick all the way through every ring of resistance that he meets until he hits home.
“Shit! Fuck!” He screams out through his teeth and bottoms out inside of me officially hitting my womb.
The stretch is a cross between pleasure and pain but it’s an addicting feeling. My body clings to this feeling as Joe shuttles in and out of me precise movements. My eyes fly open and I grip the sash in between my fingers and hold on. “Oh, gooooodddddd!” I moan out loud.
“Move with me,” Joe whispers against my ear.
I didn’t even know that he had covered me with his body until I felt his breath on my neck. I open my pleasure filled eyes to look into his and I love what I see. His eyes are filled with adoration and something else.
My hips begin to move with him and then against him in order to get him deeper in me. Even through the rubber of the condom, I still feel those metal balls of his piercings as it rubs against the inner walls of my pussy. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Sweet jesus, you feel fucking amazing,” he grunts.
“I’m coming!” I yell out right when one of the balls of his piercings continuously rubs against my G- Spot. Since orgasms are new to me, I can only assume that the tidal wave that is building in the lower muscles of my stomach mean an orgasm.
“Fuck!” He yells out as I squeeze his shaft. “Quit squeezing me, baby. This would be over real quick if you keep doing that.”
I shake my head and then fight against the restraints. I want to touch him so badly and hold him to me but he won’t allow me to do that. This sash is cutting into my skin and I feel the bite of it as it does.
In a matter of three thrusts, Joe fills me with his come and then collapses on top of me. His body weight feels good as I can feel his dick moving just a little in me. I can only assume he’s doing that to make sure that every ounce of his arousal has been expended.
The Bear
I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life before. I lost my virginity to some slut back in middle school and ever since then, I have been humping a lot of skanks. Most of the girls at the club know what they are there for and for some reason they like it.
Actually, I asked Britney once why she stayed around even though Mack Truck won’t take her on his main lady. She told me that she liked being around us because we were her family and she didn’t have anywhere else to go. I knew that her kid’s dad was a loser who deserved to be killed but I didn’t know at the time he kicked her out of his house. That was when we put her and her kid up in one of vacant houses a few miles from the club house.
Chantal hums out her approval our fucking and I look down at her face. Her eyes are snapping with life and she’s got a smile on her lips. I love looking at her when she seems so satisfied.
“I’ve never came before…”
My head spins and I jerk my head off of her chest to look at her. “What the hell are you talking about?” Then it clicked. My anxiety began to skyrocket as I try to figure out how to get out of this without being a complete asshole. If I kick her out, I’m a dick. If I make promises that I know I’m not going to keep, I’m a dick. “No, tell me you were not a virgin. Please, don’t tell me that!”
She shakes her head and then laughs. The motion of her laughing wakes my tired dick up inside of her and gets a harder. “No, I wasn’t a virgin. You guys are so funny about virgins though. Some only fuck virgins while others avoid them; but no, I wasn’t.”
“Good. What do you mean you never came?” I can’t help but want to find the previou
s fuckers that fucked her before me and punch all of them in their face. Who wouldn’t want to make sure that Chantal finished before them? As a man, it’s our job to make sure that the woman is completely satisfied before our own orgasm. On the chances of a man being a quick draw, that is when you go downtown and eat that pussy out until her legs shake.
“The previous guy, he never had the patience to make sure that I was satisfied. I didn’t think it was a big deal until you just shattered my world.”
A sense of pride takes over and I feel as if I hang the moon at night. “Let’s get one thing clear, your life before me- doesn’t count. What counts is, you’re mine now.”
She giggles angelically and then I wanted her again. I pull out of her for a second to take the condom off. I tie the end of the condom up so nothing can escape and then I put on a new one. It’s only a matter of seconds before I’m shoving myself back into her.
Chantal
The light pounding of the door light years away from me is what woke me up from my very first sex dream. Who knew it would take three rounds with Joe to have me wake up sexually? It’s baffling to me that it took so long.
The inside of my thighs burn from holding onto his punishing hips as they thrusted into me over and over. I can feel my sex tighten and pulse from the intense lovemaking that we did.
Joe jerks out of bed really quickly and then looks at the clock to the side of his bed. “Son of a bitch,” he groans and rolls out of bed.
Selfishly, I close my eyes and pretend to still be sleeping so he won’t make me get up. Hell, I don’t think I could stand up right now even if I tried to. I burrow into the pillow more and pull the blankets over my head to block out the sun that is shining through the windows.
“All right,” he chuckles and swats me on my hip. “If you’re going to play possum and pretend to be asleep, that’s fine. What do you like in your coffee?”
I perk up out of my cocoon and he smiles at me. “Well, my girl likes coffee. That’s a relief. I don’t trust a person who doesn’t drink coffee.”
The pounding on the door happens again and Joe walks out of the room naked. I smile as I watch his ass walk out and think to myself: damn, that’s a hot ass.
“Prez, we got problems,” a hurried and husky voice says to Joe.
I hear the click of a lighter and then hear him sucking in the cigarette. “I’m a president of a 1%’er gang. I’ve always got problems. What happened now?”
I creep out of the bed and throw on a tee of his that is discarded on the floor. It slinks past my thighs and I’m happy that I won’t have to go search for my panties in the mess of our clothes. There’s no telling where that went.
“It’s Half Ball. Uh, I don’t know how to say this but it’s not good.”
Half Ball? Where do these people come up with these names? That’s insane. The Bear, I can understand. Or those dorky names that everyone seems to have. Dragon, Maverick, Chief…
I round the corner of the bedroom and peer down the hall and see Joe standing there naked and not giving a fuck as he casually smoking. The man that is talking to him is tall and looks equally as big as a bear as Joe does.
“Spit it out. I’ve got something interesting waiting for me back in my bed.”
I blush all the way through my body as he hinted that there was a naked girl back in bed. Well, I’m technically naked but I’m not waiting in bed for him.
“They kidnapped him. Plucked him right out of his home. Smashed his house to shit and then threatened to kill his old lady. There was a note left behind that said something about paying off someone’s fines.”
Right then, I knew. This man got kidnapped because of me and my stupidity. I can’t stop the tears that leak from my eyes as the overwhelming feeling of everything has been happening crashes down on me.
Joe must have heard me in the hallway because he mutters a curse word and then walks over to me. “Get dressed. We need to go back to the clubhouse and have a talk with the brothers.”
I shake my head but he stops my head from shaking by placing his hand under my chin. “That wasn’t a request, Chantal. I’ve got business and I want you with me. Get dressed.”
“Fine,” I mutter and stomp back to his room. Again, I face the dilemma of where the fuck my clothes are.
By the time I get to the bedroom, I feel a warm presence behind me. I spin on my feet and see Joe smiling at me. “I figured you would want your clothes to wear over to the clubhouse.”
“Thanks,” I mutter and quickly get dressed. I would love to have a hairbrush right now. I feel as if my hair's a rat’s nest full of vermin. My teeth feel coated in moss and I’m just gross. I totally need a shower but and a toothbrush. “Can I shower?”
He shakes his head and then kisses my cheek as he walks into his closet. When he comes out, he is dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved tee. “No, baby. We gotta go. Come on.”
I quickly get dressed and try to brush my hair out with my fingers only to get them tangled in my hair. With my phone and lock box full of money, I wait for Joe in the living room on the couch.
It amazes me that I could be knocked off Cloud Nine so quickly after having my world rocked. Something about Joe… I don’t know how to explain it. He has the ability to make me extremely happy and feel light and then he has the ability to knock me off of my axis.
The man that he was talking to before, is raiding the kitchen and comes out with a mouth full of some sandwich that he must have just made. “Hey,” the man says around his mouth full of food. The man then swallows the food in his mouth in a big gulp. “I’m Mack Truck. You must be the famous Pinky that everyone is talking about. Although we did meet at the restaurant the other night.”
I shrug and look him over. He’s an attractive man with a beard that touches the top of his chest. I could tell why he was given the name of Mack Truck. This man is definitely built like one with his stocky body. Mack Truck is probably early thirties if not late twenties. Obviously not as old at Joe. But not as handsome as Joe is either.
The Bear
Since I became president all of those years ago, I have ate, slept and shit around the club’s schedule. Never once did I ask for some me time. I have always been there for everything and my brothers knew that. So tell me why I’m resenting being club president right now?
I’ll tell you why. It’s a pretty woman with pink hair that has got me all mixed up.
There is something about Chantal that I can’t describe. She’s just this hotter than sin woman who has knocked me down a few pegs and is making me remember that I’m still a man with needs. The needs aren’t just sexual either. I want to consume this woman more than anything. I want to pick her up and take her everywhere with me.
My skin feels warm from being with her wrapped up in my arms and her breath on my skin. Her light scent is still clinging to me and I take a deep breath of it to help ground myself.
By the time I walk out into the living room, I see Chantal sitting on the couch with her arms wrapped around her knees and Mack Truck eating. My brothers could eat, but Mack Truck is definitely the one that can put the fucking food away.
“Let’s get out of here before you put hot sauce on my fridge,” I call out and walk towards the door. Before we leave, I open the hall closet and pull out a leather jacket that just has the club’s name on it and hand it to Chantal. “Wear this, it’s going to be cold.”
She takes it gently from my hands and holds it close to her chest. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to decipher what my gift meant.
Between you and I, I will tell you exactly what it means. It means I’m claiming this woman after only fucking her a handful of times and I don’t ever want to let her go.
“Prez, I don’t mean being an asshole or whatever, but we got business,” Mack Truck reminded me.
“Put on the coat and walk out to my bike. We will be leaving in a second,” I tell her. I watch as she leaves the house and walks out to my bike. “I’ve tol
d you numerous times to not come to my fucking house,” I growl at my friend.
He throws his hands up a little in the air and then walks out of my house. “Next time answer your phone or tell Flip where you are taking Chantal.”
I shake off my foul mood and see Chantal standing next to the bike and slipping on the jacket that I gave her. The jacket is nothing special like she is probably thinking it is. Yeah, it has my club name on it but it’s not a Property Patch like she probably thinks.
At least, not yet. I will get her her own coat that has the patch on it that tells everyone that matters that she’s mine.
The ride to the clubhouse is a quick and fast one with no problems that came up. If I wasn’t so worked up about why I got dragged here, I would have appreciated Chantal’s tight body snuggled against my back. I appreciated the quick ride and immediately pull up to wear Chantal’s car is now parked.
