“No, Abraham, I was just feeling myself up and thinking about you touching me. I wasn’t going to come, I swear. I know that you are the one who controls my pleasure, Sir, only you.”
“Good. In that case, I need you to finish up and come to your bedroom quickly. We don’t have much time before we need to leave I would hate to leave you wanting.”
As I quickly wash and shampoo my hair to finish up in the shower, I hope that Abraham is not angry with me. I take the towel off the sink and dry my body then tie it around my head and walk to my bedroom. As I reach the doorway, my breathing hitches as I see the man sprawled out on my bed waiting naked for me with his cock hard in his hand.
“Take the towel off your head, Little One,” he orders as he nods to the clothes I laid out. “Is that what you are wearing tonight for me?”
“Yes, I laid them out before I got into the tub,” I say as I run my hand over the green top and short skirt that I had placed on my bed.
“Put it on, but no bra and no panties.”
“Abraham, I cannot go without a bra. I have nursed two children and my tits are not going to stay where they are supposed to stay in that top without a bra.”
“Find something different that you can wear without a bra then, Little One. Hurry it up or I will cum on these sheets and leave you wanting.” The words roll smoothly off his tongue as he continues to stroke up and down his hard cock.
I grab the skirt and put it on quickly and rummage through my dresser looking for a top. I have not put on a top without a bra since before the girls were born, probably before I met my husband. I put hands on a corset I had long forgotten in one of the drawers. As I pull it out and Abrahams eyes fall over the red corset with black lace, he groans, his eyes grow big and the green has lightened up; there is almost a fire in them.
“Oh yes, Little One, that is something you can wear tonight. Come here and let me help you into it. Then I am going to fuck you hard and you will not come. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand” looking down I step towards him and slowly approach the bed. He releases his cock from his hand before he crawls to the end of the bed and motions for me to turn around. I turn around and his hands run up my sides as I put the corset around my waist. I zip up the side seam as he is behind me tightening up the laces. I wonder where this dark dangerous biker has learned to lace up and tighten a corset but, then I think of the Dungeon and the women that he has had there.
My face shifts as I think more about the women, and I feel a hard crack on my ass as I meet his eyes in the mirror. He finishes lacing me up. “Stop thinking whatever you were just thinking about, Pearl. You are with me, and I am with you. No matter what has come before, it is in the past. We only have to look forward to the future. Now climb up on this bed, and sit on my cock, and ride me rough until I fill you with my cum.”
“Yes, Sir,” is all I could get out as his arms wrap around my body and his mouth envelopes mine. I ride him hard until he flips me over and takes control. Fucking me from behind as his fingers dig into my hips. I have to stay off my pleasure a number of times by biting the inside of my check before he finally comes deep inside of me.
I get up to clean myself up, but he shakes his head and looks into my eyes as he says, “No cleaning up my cum, Little One. It will be spilling out of you for the rest of the night making sure that everybody knows who you belong to. You will smell like sex and me! Every other man will know that you are mine!”
He is off of the bed pulling on his pants as I finish getting dressed, and we hear the front door open.
“The girls are here hurry the fuck up, Abraham!” is all I can get out before hands are on my arms bending me over onto the bed. Five quick slaps on my ass are followed by his lips on my ear talking quietly to me.
“Pearl, don’t take that tone with me, it is very disrespectful. We are both dressed so calm the fuck down! Let me get my shoes and cut on, and I’ll go talk with the girls while you finish getting ready, and then we can say goodbye before we leave.”
Chapter 14- Tank
I help Pearl into the truck, and as we leave Milwaukee her hand creeps across the bench toward me. I reach out and grab her wrist and bring her fingers to my lips. I continue to touch her for the rest of our trip to Chicago. She is never far from my thoughts when we are apart and when we are together it seems that we cannot keep our hands off of each other.
While I pull into the Devil Iron’s clubhouse I remind her that she should call me Tank when we are around the brothers. She rolls her eyes and bites her cheek in response to me, and my eyes glisten; she instantly knows what will happen. I slide to the middle of the bench in the truck after I put the truck into park and motion her to my lap. There is not even a peep as she leans down and over my lap. The skirt is tight, but it has just enough give to be taken up over her luscious ass.
“Count of ten, Little One, you know that rolling your eyes at me is not something that I enjoy or will tolerate. You will count them and thank me after each one.”
The first slap lands heavy on her right cheek.
“One, Sir, thank you, Sir,” she cries out as I land the next whack. This one is harder and lands heavily on her left cheek.
“Two, Sir, thank you, Sir.”
As I land a volley of slaps across her ass and upper thighs she cries out her continued count, “Three, Four, Five, Six, thank you, Sir.”
She is doing so well with this punishment, and her ass is turning a nice shade of red that I can see with help from the lights on the outside of the clubhouse. I run a finger down her ass to her folds, and she is absolutely dripping from this. I cannot wait to get her inside, take her to my room, and fill her with more of my seed.
I land the last four swats high on her thighs and across her redden ass.
She moans out the last of her count, “Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” As she finishes her count, I plunge two fingers into her wet channel fucking her with them until she is screaming with need. I tell her to come on my hand and bring her to climax hard.
Coming down from her orgasm, she is as beautiful as I have ever seen. I adjust my cock while getting out of the truck and walk around the truck to help her out. There are brothers hanging outside the clubhouse, and I look up at them and realize that must have been one hell of a show we just put on because they are fucking clapping at us. I give a little wave with my middle finger before sticking it in my mouth to clean it as well as the other one off, and help Pearl out. She is blushing when she realizes what the clapping and hoots are for. I put a hand on her lower back with a smirk on my face and walk her into the clubhouse through the people to get her to my room as quick as I can.
We enter my room, and I notice her looking over and taking in the sparse space I once called home. “When I first got back from serving overseas, this was home, and it took me a few years to get my shit together and buy my house. I have been in that house for going on three years now, but this place is still good to crash at when I have too much to drink or need a bed to crash in.”
“I bet it’s nice to have this room to fuck someone in as well,” she says as the smile leaves her face. Her constant doubts of us and my feelings toward her really need to be put to rest. She needs to understand that she is the only one I want to be with.
“Little One, be warned that I will not tolerate that self-depreciation and questioning of me. We have already discussed our past and my intentions for the future should be clear to you. If they are not we can discuss it again but, now, girlie, strip that skirt off, leave the corset on, and kneel at my feet.”
While my eyes roam over her curves, she takes her skirt off and drops to the floor. I feel a strong need to fuck her face and leave it dripping with my seed like I did her cunt earlier. By the end of this night I will have my seed coming out of every hole in her body marking her mine in every way possible.
“This is for me, Little One, I am going to fuck your face until I coat your throat with my seed. So sit back and enjoy it.” I
unzip my pants and free my cock, stroking it slowly from root to tip. The look of pleasure on her face entices me even more to claim her. Her enjoyment giving me what I need as much as getting what she needs from me is something that will never cease to amaze me.
Running my hands over her hair and down her cheeks, she looks up at me with those big brown eyes, and I have to be in her right now. “Open for me,” is all I can get out as I slap my cock against her plump lips, as she lowers her jaw to take me in. I plunge my cock all the way in, and she gags on it. I hold her head there as she continues to gag and tears start streaming down her face. I let up on her, and she struggles to get a breath. As soon as she gets the breath, I plunge back in with my cock and don’t relent until I feel my balls tighten up as I come down her throat with a force I haven’t had since my first wet dream when I was eleven.
“Up on the bed hands and knees, Little One. Show me my red ass and that juicy cunt that I own.” Helping her up and giving her a slap on the ass, she turns toward the bed I take this gorgeous woman in. My cock springs to life once again when this little vixen bends over the bed and starts crawling into the middle of it. As I finish pulling my pants off, I walk over to her and my eyes are drawn to her glistening cum canal and the hand prints I put on her ass.
I stroke my cock as I keep staring at this beautiful woman in front of me and notice the bruises over her hips. I can see where each finger dug into her hips as I was riding her from behind. I reach out and trace them with my fingers. I can’t stop myself from asking “Are these from me, Little One?” Her head just bounces up and down as a shiver runs through her body.
“Yes, Sir. Those are from earlier this evening. Whenever you fuck me from behind, you leave marks like that.” If it is even possible I am harder at the thought of leaving my mark on this woman. “My marks look good on you. We will undoubtedly make some more tonight. Hmm?”
When I am right behind her with my cock in the ready at the entrance to her pussy I grab her upper arms and pull her brutally back towards me as I slam into her. I continue the assault on her, and the grip I have on her is strong; she will definitely have more marks when this fuck is over. While thrusting forcefully inside her, I am having a hard time holding off yet another orgasm so I adjust my battering of her cunt to let her fly with me.
I reach around pinching her nipple with my left hand as my right hand and arm slide across and squeeze her ribs forcefully to keep her in position. Her body begins to shake and beg for its release, but she is quiet.
Bringing my right hand down to her hip and moving my left hand to her shoulder, I roughly push her back onto her hands and knees. After a few more thrusts into her and her continued quivering, I quickly shove a finger then two into her ass and fuck her in time with my cock.
She feels so good I have to take her ass now. She moans out a cry as I withdraw my cock from her cum canal. Mere seconds later I hear her shriek as I slam into her ass. I stay still for a few seconds to give her some time to adjust to the cock now seated deep inside her. After a few seconds she starts to groan and moan and even wiggles her ass letting me know that my little slut is ready for more.
My brain, cock, and I fear my heart are lost to this woman at the moment that I slam into her ass. I scream, “Come for me as I fuck your tight asshole, Little One.” We fly together quickly after that and fall onto the mattress wrapped around each other.
This woman has gotten to me in a way that I couldn’t have imagined a few years ago. I will make her mine and quickly at that, so that I can see her wearing my ink, my collar, my ring, and hopefully growing heavy with my babies very soon.
Chapter 15-Pearl
As I come back to reality I hear the noise from the music and people out in the other rooms of the clubhouse. I can feel Abraham’s hands on my ass rubbing over my tender flesh.
“Get dressed, Pearl, and let’s get out to the party.”
I stumble getting out of his bed, and he catches my arm to steady me. I wince at the pain and lock down to see fingertip bruises that are on my upper arm.
“Well, I guess you were right when you said I would have more marks from you tonight.” I am absolutely certain I have handprints on my ass to match the ones on my arms if the tenderness in that area is any precursor.
“Pearl, I love the way your body looks and it is even more delicious when it is marked up by me. The marks staking my claim on you, in addition to my cum dripping out of every one of your tight little holes.” He says with a laugh as we finished getting dressed.
As we exit the room and walk down the hall, I am surprised at the amount of people here. All the men are nodding or shaking hands with Abraham as we make our way towards the bar. We both order Jack and coke from the bartender, Doc, and I take a quick swig and turn back around to look over the crowd.
I see a young woman beaming at Abraham as she closes the gap to us and throws her arms around him and kisses him. He jerks out of her grasp and says, “Get the fuck off me, Layla. Go find someone else to spread your legs for. I told you weeks ago that I was done with all this club pussy. So get the fuck away from me and my guest!”
As her face contorts she turns sharply and heads in the other direction giving me the evil eye the entire time. At least I know the score and some of the past players in his life if her irritation at being dismissed is any indication.
Abraham leads me by the hand toward a group of men: a tall man who I vaguely remember seeing in Milwaukee last month with two others.
“Guys, I’d like to introduce you to Pearl. Pearl, this is Gun, Fly, and Blaze, the club president,” Abraham says gesturing at the three men standing in front of me.
“Hello, Pearl, it is so nice to finally meet you. I have heard such intriguing things!” The tall man, Blaze, says as he extends his hand towards me while his eyes slowly leer at my body sending a shiver through me.
I take his hand in mine and meet the most striking blue eyes. “Hmmm, intriguing things, you say. It’s nice to meet you, Blaze, Gun, and Fly. I’m glad I could be here tonight; it seems like a nice party.”
“Wait until the pussy starts rolling in here! It will get so much fucking better then!” the shortest (still well over six feet) of the four men now says.
“Shut up, Gun, leave her alone,” Blaze grunts out while dropping my hand and hitting the other man on the shoulder. “Not everyone here is as impressed with the club whores as you are, I swear you might have been a fucking virgin before you came here. Pearl seems like a real fucking lady so, why don’t you stop acting like such a piece of shit and get gone.”
“Fuck you Prez” Gun says smiling widely. “I just love me some pussy, I can’t help it.” Turning to me he adds “If you ever get tired of this asshole let me know and I will give you one hell of a...”
Before he can finish his statement Abraham slugs him hard in the arm and cuts him off with a loud “Shut the fuck up Gun, and stop trying to get into my woman’s pants you little fuck whit.”
“Ok, then.” As I look towards Abraham I ask, “Which way is the bathroom, Tank?”
He points toward the back where the bedroom we came from is and says “It’s the second door on the left, Little One.”
I walk over to where he directed me and notice that the scantily-clad young women have really started to pile in. I feel really out of place here with these girls who look barely old enough to be out of high school let alone to drink with these mean burly looking bikers. How am I just noticing that compared to most of the men in here Tank looks like a baby, being at least ten to fifteen years younger than most everyone?
I push open the bathroom door and am thankful to find it empty. As I am finishing up in one of the two stalls, I hear the door open and two girls come in. When I peep through the crack of the door as I am fixing my clothes I notice that one is Layla, the girl from the hallway before. This is not going to go well, why did I get caught in here with her?
“Can you believe he brought that old ass woman here? What the fuck is he thinking?
Does she think he is in this for the long haul with her? HA!” Layla says while caking on yet another layer of makeup.
“I know! What the fuck is he thinking? She is at least fifteen years older than him and fat as fuck!”
“I heard she has kids too. I bet her pussy is all stretched out. I wonder when he fucks her if he can even get off on that old stretched out pussy. He probably just gets lost in her fat and doesn’t even get to use his cock. It’s such a nice cock too, totally wasted on that bitch. I wonder how long it will be before he comes back to me.”
As I push the stall door open and make eye contact through the mirror with the two girls, they both smirk. Of course, they knew that I was in here and were being complete bitches anyway, that’s great, and I am suddenly really pissed off. Nobody gets to treat me with disrespect, I don’t give a fuck where I am or who I am with.
“Well, ladies, and I say that lightly, I am glad that you both got that off your chests, which seem to be somewhat lacking, if you ask me. Is there anything else you’d like to tell me or say to me while we are in here? I seem to be some good fodder for you so I would hate to break that up!”
“Fodder? Who the fuck talks like that? Why don’t you just shut up you, stupid old hag. You probably remind Tank of his mom or something and he is just going through a Mommy phase or something. He will get tired of you and your bratty fucking kids’ quick enough before…“
Is all she gets out before my right fist connects with her jaw. I walk out the door bumping into a group of women who must have overheard the commotion and had been listening at the door. I stride up to the bar and calmly ask Doc nicely for a shot of Jack on the rocks. As he finishes pouring the shot, I grab a few napkins, push some money towards Doc, slam the shot and dump the ice into the napkins to put on my knuckles.
I turn around and look up to see an angry Abraham, Blaze, and Layla heading towards me. This is not going to be good.
“What the fuck, Pearl? You cannot hit Layla, she is club property” Abraham shouts at me while grabbing at my arm again making me flinch at the touch because of the bruises that he left on my arm. His eyes are heated as I endeavor to shrug out of his grasp and take a step back from him. He is unrelenting in his grasp though.
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