Twisted Steel (A Sinners Syndicate MC Novel)

by Derek Masters

He pulled his hand out from under her dress and excused himself to go to the restroom. As soon as he was out of sight, I threw cash on the table to pay for my food and went right over to their table.

  “I need you to come with me,” I told her.

  Kayla didn’t question anything. She simply took me by the hand, slid out of the booth, and followed me towards the front door. The other patrons in the restaurant were whispering to one another since she had just been there with another man, but we didn’t care. There was only one thing on our minds.

  I led her to our car, which I’d parked in the very back corner of the parking lot. Without saying a word, I opened the back door, pushed her in front of me, and grabbed her dress by the bottom, lifting it up above her waist.

  She pressed her back against my chest, and I leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was sexy, deep, and full of wanting. I couldn’t control myself any longer.

  Using plenty of force, I bent her over the back seat of the car and pulled her panties to the side, revealing her beautiful, glistening pussy. It was freshly shaved, so she was prepared for anything happening.

  With one hand, I unzipped my pants and unleashed my cock, which was hard and already throbbing. There was no foreplay required. We were both ready to go. Grabbing her hips, I pushed myself into her. She was so wet that I slid in without any resistance.

  There was a thrill to knowing that we could be caught at any moment, and I wondered what her date would think if he came out looking for her, only to find her getting pounded in the back seat of the car. It didn’t matter, I had to have her, and I couldn’t wait.

  This was no lovemaking session. I was moving in and out of her hard and fast. She made attempts to stifle her moans, but her efforts were not working. I wanted to hear her. I gave her ass a firm slap as I pounded into her, leading her to let out a yelp, which was part pain and part pleasure.

  I reached around her and started playing with her clit, knowing that would do her in. Almost instantly, her legs became shaky, and her pussy tightened around me.

  “Fuck Dillon, I’m cumming.”

  Grabbing a handful of her hair, I starting pumping into her as hard and fast as I could. If anyone had been walking to their cars, there was no way they could have avoided hearing the sounds of my pelvis smacking against her ass.

  I had to bite my tongue as I exploded inside of my wife, both of us reaching orgasm at the same time.

  “Fuck,” she whimpered as I pushed myself all the way inside of her, bent down, and kissed her just below the neck.

  “Fuck is right,” I replied. “That was fucking amazing.”

  “That was fucking hot is what that was.”

  “Let me find something for you to wipe up with.”

  “No, I’m not wiping up. I want to go home knowing you’re inside of me.”

  She stood up, slid her panties back into position, turned and kissed me.

  “So, you want to go back in and finish your date?”

  “No, I just want to go home with you.”

  17

  Kayla

  Although I still hadn’t slept with anyone else, the experience I’d had on the date I went had left me with a ton of confidence. The ending of the date with Dillon was a huge bonus as well.

  Needless to say, the gentleman I’d gone out with wasn’t too amused with the fact that I left him alone inside the restaurant, especially considering how much we’d been teasing each other. I tried to explain to him what had happened, but he didn’t want to hear it. The man had planned on getting laid, and I left him with blue balls.

  When I told Meghann the story, I thought she was going to die of laughter. That was one hotwife experience that she hadn’t been able to enjoy yet. In fact, she yelled at her husband when I told her and asked him why he’s never done that. Apparently, it’s being planned.

  Since the original man wasn’t willing to give me a second date, Meghann offered to help me out. She had a client at work that was always looking for female company when he was in town. She told me that he was older, but that he didn’t look or act his age. The best part, according to her, was the fact that he had more money that he knew what to do with and he loved spending money on his dates. Money has never been a big thing to me, but if someone wanted to buy me a couple of gifts for me as part of our date, who was I to argue? I told her to go ahead and set it up.

  His name was Jeff, and we spoke on the phone a few times to make sure we liked each other’s personalities and to get an overall feel for each other. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and I didn’t pick up on any red flags, so we went ahead and set up a date.

  Since he only came into town a few times a year, he wanted to make a day out of it. Dillon was working so he wasn’t able to see me off, but that was okay. I liked knowing that he would be at work all day, wondering exactly what I was doing while I was out.

  My jaw dropped open when a full-sized limousine pulled out in front of my house. I knew the guy had money, but I had no clue it was going to be so on display. I was glad that all of our neighbors worked during the day or else I may have had a bunch of questions to answer, especially considering how nosy all of my neighbors are.

  I found it odd that Jeff didn’t come to the door to get me, instead of sending his driver to let me know they had arrived. Figuring that was probably just the life he was used to, I didn’t think much of it.

  The driver held the door open for me, and I slid in, laying eyes on Jeff for the first time. Meghann was right. The man looked far younger than his age, which I found to be a relief. There’s nothing wrong with an older man, as long as he aged well, but too many men fail to do that. Fortunately for me, this one had aged as gracefully as George Clooney.

  Aside from his appearance, the first thing I noticed was his scent. A familiar smell greeted me as I sat across from him. A scent that I would recognize anywhere. He was wearing Polo Blue, the same cologne that my husband wears. I guess the other half doesn’t live that different after all.

  “Wow, you look beautiful,” he said as I positioned myself in the seat.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied with a wink.

  “Would you like a drink?”

  “No thanks, it’s still early for me, or are you just trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?”

  “Oh, I don’t think I have to get you drunk to make that happen.”

  There was something about the way those words came out of his mouth. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but they didn’t sit right with me for some reason.

  “So what are the plans for the day?” I asked, hoping to get the conversation moving in a different direction.

  “I’ve got some ideas, but what we do all depends on you.”

  “On me? What does that mean?”

  “Let’s just say, the happier you make me, the happier you’ll be with today’s activities.”

  He slid out of his seat and came over to sit next to me. Almost immediately, he had his hand on my leg and his lips on my neck. I tried to play it cool, but his aggressiveness was making me uncomfortable.

  “Whoa, let’s slow it down a little bit. There will be plenty of time for that later,” I told him, throwing in a little laugh so it wouldn’t sound so harsh.

  “I’m not a take it slow kind of guy. I live my life with the pedal to the metal.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with that, but I’d like to get to know you a little bit first.”

  “That’s fine. Driver, take us to Cafe Sebastienne.”

  “Cafe Sebastienne? I’ve never been there.”

  “It’s a cool little lunch spot. I know the owner so we’ll be well taken care of,” he announced, moving back to his seat.

  The ride to the restaurant was pretty quiet. It was clear that he was a man who didn’t like to be told no. I worried that maybe I came off too mean. After all, the whole purpose of being a hotwife is to have sex with other men. Still, I don’t think it was asking too much to be respected.

  Being the t
ype of girl who will go to a sports bar and order chicken wings, so to food at this restaurant was a little eclectic for my tastes. Not knowing what most of the menu was, I opted for the fish tacos while Jeff ordered something with goat cheese. The food was decent, but not worth anything near the price tag.

  As soon as we got back into the limo, he started eyeballing me and sizing me up. I tried making small talk and asked what was up next, but he ignored what I was saying. Instead, he kept creeping closer and closer to me until I was pinned against the closed door.

  Jeff grabbed me by my hair and started kissing me roughly. There wasn’t even any warm up. He just kept shoving his tongue into my mouth. I tried pushing him away, but he put his weight on me to hold me in place. After a few minutes, I was able to put a bit of distance between us, at least enough so that I was able to get his mouth off of mine.

  “Jeff, what are you doing?”

  “What does it look like I’m doing. I’m about to fuck you.”

  “This isn’t the way you go about it.”

  “What do you mean? You’re a hotwife, right? I just bought you a meal; now you’re going to give me my dessert.”

  “What the fuck? You think I’m so kind of cheap slut?”

  “Well, yeah. What kind of woman would sleep with men other than their husband if they weren’t a slut?”

  “Wow, okay, we’re done here. Take me home please.”

  “I’ll get you back when we’re done. Don’t worry. Besides, with that attitude, I don’t want to spend any extra time with you if I don’t have to.”

  He went back to kissing me while pulling my dress down, exposing my breasts. Jeff was so strong and pinned me to the door, making it very hard for me to move. He was groping me like I was a piece of property instead of a woman.

  After a lot of maneuvering and wiggling, I got my right arm free and was able to reach down into my purse and grab the mace that Dillon has insisted I buy if I were going to go on these dates. I told him he was being ridiculous, but he refused to back down. I was very grateful for him at that moment.

  I pulled the mace out of my purse, put it right in front of his face, shielded my eyes, and pushed down, sending a pungent spray straight into his eyes.

  As quickly as he pounced on me, he slithered back to his side of the seat.

  “What the fuck? You maced me, you stupid slutty bitch!”

  I didn’t wait around to see what else he had to say. I opened the door, jumped out, put my breasts away, and ran back into the restaurant.

  “Can I help you?” the host asked, sensing that I was upset or in trouble.

  “Where is your bathroom?” I began to cry.

  Inside the bathroom, I brought up the Uber app and set up a ride home. My driver would arrive in about 10 minutes. I also called Dillon, who had just gotten home and told him that I was on my way.

  I was so happy when the driver pulled up in front of my house. It was truly my safe place, my happy place, and I just wanted to be inside with my husband.

  After paying for the ride, I ran into the house, slammed through the door, and jumped into Dillon’s arms. I’d planned to stay strong, but I couldn’t help but break down. My cries quickly turned to sobs.

  “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

  18

  Dillon

  In the entirety of our marriage, I’d never seen Kayla break down like that. She was a tough girl. I’d barely even seen her cry.

  “What’s wrong Kayla? What happened?”

  “That man! He was such a creep,” she said between sobs. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

  “Did he do something you didn’t want him to do?”

  “He tried. I kept telling him no, but he wouldn’t listen. At first, he stopped, but after he took me to lunch, he was right back to being all over me. I kept saying no and he basically said I owed him because he took me to lunch. He wouldn’t stop, so I maced him.”

  “I’m so sorry babe, wait a minute, you maced him?” I asked, making sure I heard her correctly.

  “Yeah, I sprayed him with the mace you bought me.”

  We sat in silence for a few moments before I looked down at her and we both started to laugh.

  “I can’t believe you maced someone. That’s awesome.”

  “He had it coming, babe. He might have all the money in the world, but when a woman says no, she means it.”

  “Creeps like that don’t deserve to be with a wife as awesome as you. What did he do when you maced him?”

  “Well, first of all, he backed the fuck up really quick. Then he just started screaming. You bitch! You fucking bitch! I don’t know what he said after that because I booked it out of there and called for a ride home.”

  “Why didn’t you call me? I would have come and picked you up.”

  “I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if you were still working and I didn’t want to inconvenience you.”

  “Sweetheart, you are never an inconvenience. Don’t even have that thought in your head, okay?”

  “All right, anyway, I hope you won’t be mad at me, but I really don’t want to do this anymore. Maybe someday we can explore things again, but this was a really scary experience and it could have gone way worse than it did.”

  “Oh baby, I’m not going to be mad at you. Your safety has always been my priority. If you don’t want to do this anymore, you don’t have to.”

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little disappointed that the full fantasy wasn’t ever going to happen. Still, the fantasy would take a backseat to my wife’s happiness. Alway. There were no exceptions to that rule whatsoever.

  “Thanks babe.”

  “You know it,” I said, kissing her gently on her forehead. “You know, we’ve been role-playing this for a while. I’ve really enjoyed that. What would think about still doing that with me?”

  “I’ve had so much fun role-playing with you. There’s no way in hell I’m giving that up. I’ll still play into your fantasies, I love it.”

  I held her in my arms the entire night. I knew it wouldn’t make the bad the things that happened go away, but I hoped I could at least console her and make her feel safe.

  The next morning, I had to get up early because I was headed to Chicago for the annual medical conference. The conference is a huge three-day event where we get to learn all about the latest medical advances and every pharmaceutical rep on the planet tries to sell us on their latest treatments and medication.

  The sun wasn’t even close to being up and Kayla was sleeping peacefully. I didn’t want to wake her up, especially after the long night she had, so I gave her a kiss on the cheek and crept out of the room. I left her a not before leaving.

  Kayla,

  You looked like an angel sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and when I get back, I’m going to plan a special night for us. You can call me anytime. If I’m listening to a speaker or something, just leave a message and I’ll call you right back. Can’t wait to be back home to you. I love you.

  Dillon

  19

  Kayla

  It was strange having my weekday night off without Dillon home. Since we’ve been working on things, I’m used to having him with me on my days off.

  I had planned to get up so I could see him off to his trip, but I must have been so exhausted. Still, I was a bit disappointed to wake up and not find him lying next to me. At least he made me smile with the note he left me.

  Looking at the clock, I could see that he should have been boarding his plane. Of course, his flights are always delayed. That was the type of luck he had when taking trips. I can’t think of one single instance when he’s had a flight leave at its scheduled time. Instead of calling him, I decided to send him a text, just in case his phone was off.

  Good morning handsome, hope you have a great flight. Call me when you get there. Love you so much. -K

  Still very tired from all the crying I’d done, I needed some coffee to w
ake me up. I smiled a huge smile when I walked into the kitchen and saw that he’d already brewed a pot for me. It was a full pot, too, which meant that he stopped for some shitty gas station coffee for himself so that I wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of making any. This was the man I’d been missing for so many years.

  When Dillon had convinced me to get into the whole hotwife thing, I set up profiles at several different dating sites. Well, casual sex sites would be a better way to describe them, cause you’re not going to find your soulmate there.

  One by one, I closed each account, checking out the messages one last time before I did so. I was the type to reply to every single message, even if I wasn’t interested at all. I figured if I messaged someone, I wouldn’t want to be waiting around for a reply if they weren’t into it. Dillon thought it was ridiculous, especially considering the number of responses I received, but I couldn’t help it.

  I had been on a total of four websites, and after a little over an hour, I finally made it to the final site. There was always the least number of messages on that particular site, mostly because the company does a full vetting process to make sure that no psychopaths or serial killers made their way on there.

  For the entire time I’d been on the site, I’d only received two messages, one of which had come from someone who worked for the company and the other was a gentleman who was simply too far away to be practical. Surprisingly, there was a one over the envelope at the top corner of the screen indication that I had a message. I clicked on it to see what it said.

  Hey there!

  My name is Kevin, and I’m a professional male in my mid-30s. I know this sounds strange, but I was just browsing the website and seeing what it was all about. I didn’t plan on messaging anyone, but as soon as I came across your ad, I knew I had to get verified so I could speak with you.