by Erin Trejo
“You’ll do it if you want to come. You’ll do it if you want to feel anything, because I can make your life a livin’ hell if you don’t.” Licking her bottom lip, she gasps before moving in. I let her take this time to explore me, my mouth but only this time. After this she won’t be touching me again until I say she can.
Cheryl kisses me like her life depends on it or like a woman starved. I know when a woman hasn’t had sex in a while and she fits the bill. She presses her chest against mine and moans into my mouth. I cup her ass in my hand and squeeze knowing that’s enough to get her wet. Then I step back away from her. She gasps for air as she watches me intently. Then slowly she begins to pull her dress off. I watch it pool at her feet, her perfect body mostly exposed before me. Fuck, I didn’t think about how sexy she’d look in her bra and panties with those fuck me heels on. I let my eyes wander over her body, my cock hardening in my jeans.
“Now what?” she asks sexily.
“Now I want you to lay on the bed and spread your legs wide.” I’m almost shocked when she complies. She climbs on my bed, spreads her legs wide, and watches me intently. “Touch yourself. Over your panties,” I order her. She reaches up and runs her hand down chest, over her stomach and straight between her legs. She gasps when her fingers touch her clit. I stand a few steps away watching her.
“Like this?” she asks seductively. I nod my head and watch as she plays with herself over her lace panties. There isn’t much in between her fingers and her body, which I’m sure is bringing her more pleasure. The more she plays, the longer I wait. Most girls would have gotten off by now but not my kitten. She is struggling and I almost love it. Climbing on the bed between her parted thighs, I lean down and inhale her scent. Fuck, she smells delicious.
“Harder,” I say. She does it but nothing else happens. She whines and pulls her hand away before looking at me with frustration in her gaze.
“I never could get myself off.”
“Put your hand back,” I say. She moves her hand back between her legs and I reach up, placing a hand over hers to help her. Applying pressure, I help her circle her clit. She writhes and moans before she finally comes. Her body locks up tight, her cries hitting my ears. I move my hand and rip her wet panties from her body and stuff them in my pocket. I’ll be saving those for later.
Chapter Three
I sit in the corner in a daze ruminating over what happened in his room. I get what he expects of me, I just don’t know how to do it. I’m not a submissive. I’ve never been one to easily submit to a man. I’ve got a mind of my own and I know how to use my mouth in more ways than one. I don’t like that he thinks he can do this to me, but on the other hand I kind of want to know what it feels like to have a man completely own me. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Demon hasn’t shown me the reason he got his name and it makes me wonder. He’s gorgeous with long dark hair that hangs in his eyes all the time, making him look mysterious. I love that look on a man. But what made him different was when he touched me; the way his hand came over mine and helped me over the edge, that was new. That was not something I’ve experienced before, that’s for sure.
“You doing okay?” Evie, the woman I met earlier, asks when she sits on the stool next to me.
“I’m fine. Thanks.”
“Don’t think you have to hide things from me. I’m easy to talk to.”
“I’m sure you are but I don’t even know the reason I’m here,” I admit. Evie giggles and smiles at me.
“Obviously Demon has his reasons for that. No one really understands that man’s mind,” she informs me. I smile and shrug not knowing what else to say in response to her comment.
“Yeah, I was given to him by the Maryland Chapter.” Her eyes blaze with fire, which is new to me. I don’t know what I said but she’s on her feet and crossing the room at lightning speed. I see her grab Drake and drag him back toward me. Then she grabs my hand and yanks me to my feet.
“What is going on here?” she asks looking between the two of us. Okay now I’m confused.
“What the fuck do you mean?” Drake asks looking as confused as I feel.
“She was given to Demon? We’re against that shit, Drake! We don’t get into trafficking, you promised me that much!”
“You might wanna calm the fuck down. This isn’t no goddamn traffickin’ shit!” he roars when Demon walks over.
“What’s this?”
“Evie thinks you’re traffickin’ the girl,” Drake laughs.
“Like fuck. Who said that shit?” His eyes leap to mine but I shake my head quickly. No way am I getting in trouble for that shit. I didn’t say that.
“I didn’t say that!”
“She said Maryland gave her to you!”
“They did. You know what I do, Evie. Don’t act like you don’t,” Demon adds. Evie’s eyes slowly turn somber when it all hits her. Jesus, this Chapter is intense as fuck.
“Sorry,” Evie whispers barely loud enough for anyone to hear her. Demon chuckles, Drake looks ready to rip someone’s head off, and I’m just stuck in the middle of this showdown.
“Don’t open your mouth again. If I want everyone here to know the reason you’re here, I’ll tell them, Kitten. Until then, enough.” His voice isn’t angry, just intense.
I nod my head unsure of what to say. I didn’t mean to get anyone in trouble or start a fight. Drake and Evie walk away leaving me with the intensity of Demon. His eyes bore into me and it’s almost as if he can see my soul.
“You’re different.”
“How so?” I ask cocking my head to the side.
“You’re stubborn. You talk out of line where most sit quietly and don’t say shit.”
“Am I supposed to be a mute?”
“No, I just didn’t figure you to be a big talker. Come on,” he says holding his hand out to me. I take it unsure of what he’s doing when he leads me toward the crowd.
After being introduced to half the club, he sets me on a stool and walks to the front of the room. I’ve learned over the night that it’s a patch party. Black is getting patched in tonight and for talking to me when he wasn’t supposed to, he’s also cleaning up after his own party. I’ve watched him run around grabbing beers all night, and hell, he’s even lit a cigarette or two on his way around. I feel bad for being the reason he has to do it.
“We’re here tonight for more than just a party. Tonight we’re welcomin’ another brother into the club. Tonight we’re patchin’ in a motherfucker that doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut,” Demon says, his eyes falling on mine before quickly looking away. “But who also has a heart as black as the rest of us. Black, come up here!”
I see the shock on Black’s face as I smile and clap along with the others. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be participating, but I do know that getting patched in is a big deal. I listen to the rest of Demon’s speech before a beer is thrust into my hands. I take a long pull before seeking out a cigarette. Heading for the door, I pull my cell out and text my friend Razz. She may be another club whore in Maryland but she’s all the family I have left these days.
We joke through text for a bit when the door flies open and Demon storms through.
“The fuck?” he says when he sees me standing here with a cigarette between my lips. “Thought you didn’t smoke?”
“I said I don’t do drugs. This is not drugs,” I say pulling the cigarette from between my lips and holding it up. Demon walks over and snatches it from my fingers bringing it to his lips and inhaling. As he blows the smoke back out, he passes it back.
“Thought you ran off,” he says.
“I might be blonde but I’m not stupid, Demon. Don’t worry about me. I was just texting my friend back home.” I raise my phone to show him the proof although I don’t know why. He doesn’t deserve to see all that. I don’t owe him anything.
“I don’t need to see that,” he says looking away and out into the night sky. What the hell is with this guy? For someone who has the name Demon he sure
as hell doesn’t act like one.
“Whatever you’re thinkin’ don’t. I’m not the good guy here,” he says as if he can read my thoughts.
“I’m not thinking anything but thanks for that. I’m pretty sure I realized that when you zip tied my wrists and forced me to another state. Which by the way has the worst humidity for my hair.” I’m rambling. It’s what happens when I’m around men like him. Hot men like him. I know what I am and I know what I’ll never be. I also know to stay in my goddamn lane and fucking the prez is as far as things go.
“You’re thinkin’ again,” he says making me smile.
“I’m inquisitive. I’m always thinking something.”
“Like what?”
“Why the stars are in the sky. Why the sky is blue. I don’t know. Things just come to me and I think about it. Like right now I’m thinking why me, Demon? Who are you giving me to?”
He runs his hand through his long hair before dragging his eyes back to mine.
“Didn’t say I was givin’ you to anyone, did I?” I shake my head. “Then calm down, Kitten.”
“But you said you break girls for other men.”
“I did and I do. That doesn’t mean I’m givin’ you to someone else. I’ve done the same with most of the girls here. Some guys like it, others prefer them wild. Now they have the best of both worlds right under the tips of their fingers.”
“So you’ve fucked all the club girls?” I blurt out before realizing what I’ve said. I quickly cover my mouth knowing that I don’t get to ask questions like that.
“No, I haven’t. What I do isn’t just about sex, Kitten. It’s about more than that. It’s about trust and bein’ who you were meant to be. Not all girls can be submissive, you know?” he tells me.
“What do you do with the ones that can’t?”
“They go on their way. Some are still here. I don’t force this on anyone. You have a choice,” he adds staring into my eyes.
“But you won’t touch me until I beg you for it,” I remind him of his words. He chuckles and nods his head, taking my cigarette once more.
“That’s right. And if you aren’t submissive I won’t touch you anyway.”
“Why?”
“It’s just the way I am. I want my girls a certain way, and if they aren’t, I don’t fuck them.”
“But there are girls here that will do what you want?” Shut up, Cheryl! Why are you still questioning the man!
“Yes, Kitten. There are plenty of girls here who will do what I want when I want. I could go in there right now and have one on her knees crawling after me if that’s what I wanted.”
I snort a laugh at that one. No woman is going to drop to her knees and crawl after a man unless she’s desperate as fuck. I am not that desperate.
“Sure.”
“Don’t believe me?” I shake my head before laughing.
“Not a chance in hell. Why would a woman degrade herself to that point? I may be a whore, but damn, I do have some standards.” Not a lie. I do.
“Follow me,” he says nodding toward the clubhouse, and like a damn fool I shove my phone into my pocket and stroll in behind him. I watch him scan the room before motioning for a girl to come to him and she does. He says something to her and she drops to her knees while my jaw falls to the floor with her. She didn’t!
“I want you to follow my new kitten around wherever she goes but stay on your hands and knees. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” the girl answers quickly.
Embarrassment heats my cheeks as I stalk toward the back of the room. No one bats an eyes as the girl crawls behind me. I sit in the chair and cross my legs before I lean down and ask her.
“Why do you do it?”
“It pleases him. Look,” she says.
I look over and see Demon with his hand on his cock, stroking and adjusting it as he watches her. It really does please him.
“You don’t care? That you’re on the floor?”
“Not when it makes him happy. You have to change your mindset when you do these things. You have to slip into the submissive role and do what you’re told, but the end goal is pleasing them and in return they will please you.”
“So it’s all sexual?”
She shakes her head. “No. It’s deeper than that.”
With that Demon walks back over and sits next to me, throwing his arm around my shoulder.
“What’s it feel like, Kitten? Havin’ her at your feet?”
“It’s embarrassing. Make her stop,” I say softly, because that’s exactly what I feel.
“For you, it is. For her she is doin’ it for me. Come here, Annie.”
I watch the girl climb off the floor and sit in his lap. His hand slips under her skirt and in no time the girl falls apart on his lap.
Chapter Four
It’s been fun watching Kitten over the past few days. She’s unsure of me and all of this but I love that she’s intrigued and inquisitive. It makes her wonder what the hell this all means.
“Come with me,” I tell her when I want to try something. My cock has been straining against my zipper for hours just watching her - the way she walks, the way she moves. Fuck.
Cheryl follows me to my room and I quickly lock the door behind us. She doesn’t turn to look at me just takes in the room like she does every single time she comes in here. I’ve made her sleep in here, on the spare bed of course, but she hasn’t been allowed to explore anything. And I think she wants to.
“Touch it. Whatever you want,” I tell her. Now her head snaps around and her big blue eyes lock on mine, a silent question in her eyes. She’s still so unsure of me. “Go ahead.” She turns her head and glances around the room before walking toward the whip. I knew that one interested her. She’s stared it down for days but never opened her mouth to ask about it. I watch her, running her fingers along the long tail before looking back at me.
“Why do you want to hurt someone?”
“It’s not a pain without pleasure. A lot of people find they enjoy the pain,” I inform her.
“I don’t understand. Show me?” she asks and my heart leaps. She’s asking for it? No one asks for me to do this. Every other girl has protested the whip but not Cheryl. I nod once and walk over taking it from her hands.
“Strip.” She does so quickly, removing all her clothes. That’s when I see all the scars. I don’t ask because it’s not my business, not yet anyway. “Bend over the bed,” I tell her. I watch her walk to and bend over the end of the bed, her sweet round ass on full display for me. Licking my lips, I walk closer and run the leather down her back. She arches, a gasp escaping her lips. Then I stand back and snap my wrist. The tail slaps against her ass just enough to make a mark and Cheryl gasps once more loudly. I swing again and this time she pants. Glancing over her shoulder, she looks at me with a strange look in her eyes.
“You’re wet, aren’t you, Kitten?” A shiver rolls over her body before she nods her head. “Words. I need your words, Cheryl.”
“Yes,” she says nearly breathlessly. I step closer and reach for her before I remember my words. I won’t fuck her. Just taste her. Dropping to my knees, I move in and spread her wide. Lapping at the wetness that I created.
“On the bed and turn over,” I tell her. Cheryl moves to climb up the bed and flips onto her back. I grab her ankles and drag her toward me, spreading her pussy and diving back in. I lick and suck until her body trembles. I dip my tongue inside of her and then move back to her clit. Kitten reaches down and grabs my hair, forcing my face closer to her. Any other girl and I’d push her hands away but again, there’s something different that I like about her.
Sucking her little nub into my mouth, she pants and then screams my name. It’s like fucking music to my ears, and when her body shudders and shakes, she comes hard coating my lips. I lick each drop and then stand to my feet watching her as she pants and gasps for air. Pulling my cock free, I stroke it as she licks her lips. I shake my head. Not this time. She has to ea
rn that just like everything else.
I stroke hard, fisting my cock as I watch her eyes. She doesn’t get it. She probably doesn’t even see it, but I do. I jerk harder until I spray my release all over her little body. With a grunt, I’m done and tucking myself back into my jeans.
“Get cleaned up and come back out,” I tell her. She nods her head and I turn to leave the room. Once I’m in the hall, Drake finds me. Passing me a beer, I take a long pull but the taste of her on my tongue lingers.
“We handlin’ shit soon?”
“There’s a few gettin’ out that I know of. Probably call Stone in since he’s nomad and let him get some blood on his hands too.” Drake nods his head before offering me a cigarette. I take one and light it up when I see Cheryl come down the hall. Dressed like a goddamn pin up girl she makes my cock hard again. I don’t know about her and her past but I’m going to find out.
“Gonna put some calls out and see what we come up with. Stone might be our best option on any out-of-state shit.” Drake nods his head again before slapping a hand on my shoulder and walking away. I watch him head to the bar while I make my way to the office. Grabbing my cell, I drop onto the chair and dial his number.
“What?”
“Don’t what me, motherfucker,” I chuckle into the line.
“Goddamn. It’s you, Demon. What do you need, brother?”
“Information.”
“Don’t we all.”
“A girl named Cheryl Gibbons.”
“Nice name, brother.”
“I know. Find me somethin’. I’ll repay the favor,” I tell him.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Come the fuck on, Keys. You know you can find somethin’.”
“I’m a hacker not a miracle worker. What the fuck is with this girl you’re so concerned about?”
“Fuck off. You work for money not my concern, asshole.” He chuckles into the line. I called Keys over in Santa Clarita to hack into whatever systems he can to find out more information on Cheryl. I don’t like not knowing and I sure as fuck don’t want to ask her just yet. She’s still too new here.
