by Jenika Snow
Standing behind her, he couldn’t help but admire her rounded ass. Grabbing the coffee table, he shoved it toward the far wall, out of his way. He started moving other items out of the way so that he had enough room. Walking up behind her, he took hold of her arm, and helped her move toward the center of the room. He heard her little gasp as he touched her.
Simply touching her and hearing that little noise come from her turned him on. Striker counted inside his head to keep himself balanced. If he didn’t control himself now, he was going to lose it, and ruin any chance he had of keeping Elena forever. He’d terrify her, and she’d run away from him faster than anything.
“What are you feeling?” he asked.
“Everything.”
Running his hands down her body, he caressed her ass, gliding up to her back, and then down her arms. Her skin was so soft.
Untouched.
He shouldn’t be happy about that little fact, but he was. He fucking loved that she was going to belong to him.
He wrapped his arms around her, his fingers locked together, holding her close. His dick pressed against her ass, and he kissed her lips.
“How are you feeling now?” he murmured against her mouth.
“I love it when you touch me, Striker. You haven’t done anything to scare me.”
“You’ve not been a naughty girl. I don’t need to punish you. I’m going to take my clothes off. I want you to stay exactly where you are.” He released her, stepping away and giving her some space. Taking off his leather cut, he draped it over the sofa. Still staring into her eyes, he slowly started to get naked.
The tension in the air mounted.
Once he was naked, he stood in front of her. His cock was rock hard, and he wrapped his fingers around his shaft.
“Look at what you do to me,” he said.
Her eyes moved down his body, and he loved it. This is what had been missing from his life. The empty fucks, and the number of women he’d dominated hadn’t left him feeling like this.
Elena made him yearn for something more.
Striker wanted to dominate her, fuck her, and make her his. He’d do whatever it took to claim her as his own and never look back. He’d watched his brothers fall for their women, and each time, he’d wanted to find a woman for himself.
Elena was that woman.
He was going to make her his old lady and his submissive, and he was never going to let her go.
Chapter 16
“I want you to be yourself, to show me what it’s like to be with a man that will control me, give me the pleasure I’ve always thought was wrong.”
He watched her swallow, her words making his dick so damn hard, causing the Dom in him rise up like a violent fucking beast. He knew she had no idea what her words did to him, how they affected every part of his body and soul. Hearing her willingly submit to him, seeing her standing before him, waiting and ready for what he’d give her, was the biggest turn on. It was also a gift, and one he didn’t want to spoil.
She’d been in a traumatic event just a short time ago, and as much as he wanted to give her the time she might need, it was clear she was opening up to him. It was clear she was ready to do this. It might be on his terms, but she also held the power and control.
“You stop this with one word.”
She nodded.
“What will be your Safeword, baby?”
It took her a second, but then she said, “Freedom.”
Damn, wasn’t that fitting in more ways than one?
“Things start getting to intense, you feel comfortable, or anything hurts in a way that isn’t giving you pleasure, you use your Safeword right away, got it, baby?”
She nodded again.
“I’ll try and go slow, ease you in, but when I’m in a scene, it’s hard to detach sometimes. I’m in Dom mode, but your safety, your comfort, and your pleasure are my priorities.”
“A scene?”
She sounded so nervous, and he hated and fucking loved that. He hated it because Striker didn’t want her to be worried he’d go too far with her. But on the other hand, he was excited because she was exactly what he was looking for in a submissive partner. She was his, only his. Her virgin pussy would only ever know his cock, his fingers … his mouth.
His dick jerked and he reached down and palmed himself, loving that her eye widened as she watched him being lewd. He noticed she stared at his cock, watched with big eyes as he jerked himself off. Her body was a work of damn art.
She had hips that were wide, made for his hands to hold onto as he fucked her, claimed her. Her thighs were nice and thick and would feel really fucking good wrapped around his waist as he plowed in and out of her. And her pussy, damn, her pussy was covered in a thatch of dark hair, but he could still see her slit, could even see the slight glossiness between her thighs as she shifted on her feet.
Lifting his gaze up her rounded belly and to her breasts, his cock jerked again. Her tits were big and round, the areolas a darker shade of rose, her nipples hard from her obvious arousal. She was breathing heavily, her emotions clear for him to see.
“Get on your knees,” he said in a deep, commanding voice. He didn’t know if this would lead to them fucking, but he’d sure as fuck show her the kind of pain he delivered, the kind that paved the way to pleasure.
Elena got on her knees in front of Striker. Her heart was thundering, her nerves were a wreck, but she was soaked between her thighs, so aroused she didn’t know if the warmth would ever leave.
Looking at his cock, she swallowed at the size of him. Her inner muscles clenched. He was huge, thick and long, the head bulbous and dotted with cum.
“You like looking at my dick?” he said in his serrated voice.
All she could do was nod.
“Stop staring at it and suck it. Put it between those pretty lips of yours.” His command was hard, unyielding, and she knew she’d never get enough. This is what she’d wanted, fantasized about.
“You want pain to reach your pleasure, and I need to give you that pain to reach mine.”
She watched in awe as he continually stroked himself, as if waiting for her to obey him.
“Go on, Elena, put my dick in your mouth.”
Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict and her mouth water. Yes, she did want him in every way imaginable. He grabbed a chunk of her hair, but it was still gentle. She knew he was trying to give her the time to accept this. But she was already prepared. Elena felt like she’d been waiting for this her entire life.
She couldn’t hold back her moan.
“That’s it, Elena, moan for me, let me know you like it, that you want more.” He moved an inch forward, his hand in her hair, and his other hand still around his dick. He started rubbing the tip along her lips, and she moaned again. “I bet your virgin pussy is all nice and juicy right now.”
A gush of wetness left her at his words, and she clenched her thighs together to try and stem the pleasure.
“Now, open wide, baby.” He moved the slick tip of his shaft along her lips over and over again until she complied.
She parted her lips, lifted her eyes to look at his face, and sucked him into her mouth.
“That’s it,” he growled out. “Slide your tongue around my dick, lick all that pre-cum off the tip.”
She did as he said, the salty flavor of his seed covering her tongue. Flattening her tongue, taking more of him in her mouth, she sucked on him, not because she knew what she was doing, but using the moans of pleasure he made. She’d never done anything sexual before, and although she felt like she’d been thrown into the deep end, she loved every second of this.
He started thrusting himself in and out of her mouth. His cum exploded on her tongue, covered the entire interior of her mouth, and she wanted more, needed it. Elena didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she wanted all of his cum filling her mouth, running down the back of her throat. God, she felt like she was losing control with Striker, like she couldn’t get enough.
She placed her hands on his muscled, thick thighs, and started bobbing her head. Her nails were digging into his skin, and he hissed as if in pain, but started fucking her mouth harder. And then he grabbed her hands in one of his, his fingers curled around her wrists, holding her immobile.
“Don’t stop sucking my cock, Elena,” he ground the words out.
She stared up at him still, his cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed. He tightened his hand on her wrists. There was pain, and it was immediate, intense, but the pleasure that followed had her eyes widening and her heart beating faster.
He pulled her forward again, keeping her wrists locked in his grip, and resting them on his chest. “Suck me until I fucking come.”
His hard language did something dirty to her, made her feel like she was free. She moaned at the salty flavor of him in her mouth, covering her tongue. On her knees, her thighs slightly open now, she had no friction on her throbbing clit, and God did she need some friction, at least a little rubbing motion. Letting her mouth do the work, she started sucking him with fervor.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
She could see his attention was on her mouth.
“I fucking love that you’re lips are stretched wide around my big cock.” He looked into her eyes now. “You’re hungry for my dick, for my spunk, aren’t you?”
She nodded and moaned.
“Yeah you are,” he whispered, as if to himself. He started lifting his hips, thrusting his dick deeper into her mouth, and causing her to gag.
She breathed out through her nose, loosened her throat, and let him take control. She needed him to.
“You doing okay, baby?”
She nodded. Yeah, she was more than okay.
“I’m going to make you swallow my jizz until there is so much you can’t keep it all in your mouth.”
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but allow him to use her in the way they both needed. Striker started breathing heavier, tightened his hold on her wrists, and cursed.
“That’s it, baby girl.” A deep groan left him, and he thrust into her once more before stilling. She felt the hard jets of his cum fill her mouth before sliding down the back of her throat. When a drop of his seed slipped out of her mouth and she gagged from the intensity of the act, he pulled her away from his cock. She felt the drop of cum on her bottom lip, but she didn’t move to lick it off, especially since he was staring at her mouth, transfixed by the sight.
“You should see yourself right now,” he murmured. He reached out and ran his thumb over her bottom lip, collecting that droplet. He didn’t say anything as he forced his thumb into her mouth, making her suck the digit clean.
“Tell me how good it tastes.”
She opened her mouth and sucked in a lungful of air.
“It’s so good.”
He didn’t say anything for a second, and then smirked this wicked little tilt of his lips. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Chapter 17
Where the fuck had this woman been all of his life. Striker stroked her cheek and ran the tip of his finger down her throat until he cupped her neck beneath his palm. Elena had swallowed his cum like a fucking pro. He’d been with so many whores who made all the fake noises, and pretended to get off on what he was doing to them, but Elena, she wanted to be there, and he loved her being there.
“Did you like sucking my dick?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You’ve never had your pussy licked before, have you? You’re virgin through and through.” Fuck, that turned him on. An untouched woman before had never affected him, yet right now, Elena was turning him on. She was pure, untouched, and at his mercy. He wanted to fuck her really fucking bad and make her scream. Before he put his dick inside her, he was going to taste her and find out how damn sweet she was.
“No man has touched me. It wasn’t allowed.”
“You belong to me now, Elena. After tonight, I’ll let you make a decision, and once that decision is made, you can’t back out of it.”
“I’m not going to back out of it.”
He slammed his lips down on hers as he gave her one more chance to get away from him, only one, then she belonged to him, and he had no intention of ever letting her go.
Licking her bottom lip, he pulled away and smiled. “Sit on the sofa and spread your legs wide.”
She didn’t question him and did exactly what he asked. Her instant submission only turned him on even more. Usually, he had to train women to obey his command. She sat down on the sofa and spread her legs exactly like he’d asked.
“Place your ass on the edge, and I want your legs open as far as you can.”
Elena followed his instructions.
Sinking down to his knees, he moved toward her. As he moved closer, he kept his gaze on hers. “Do you want to run?” he asked.
“No, I don’t.”
“You’re being very brave.”
“You make me feel safe. I’ve nothing to be scared when I’m with you. You’ll take care of me.”
He placed his hand on her knees and pushed them a little bit wider, making her arch up. “Show me your tits. I want them pressed up so I can see them. They’re a thing of beauty, and not something you should ever be allowed to hide.” Pushing his body between her thighs, he ran his hands up her knees, stomach, to cup her tits. They were large, and his cock couldn’t want to fuck them, or to spunk all over them. She’d look so damn sexy with his spunk coating every single inch of her skin. He pinched the buds and moaned as he did so.
She gasped, pressing her chest against his hands.
“You’re very responsive, baby. Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he asked.
“Yes, please don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”
He didn’t want to stop, not now, not ever. Leaning over her, he took one of her large nipples between his lips and sucked on the tip hard. He swirled his tongue around the tip then bit her nipple just a little before soothing it out. Gliding his tongue across her chest, he circled her other nipple, giving it the same kind of attention.
Striker was addicted to her nipples. Pressing her tits together, he couldn’t help but play with her body.
“I’m going to fuck these one day, baby, and spunk all over them.”
He heard her gasp, and when he looked into her eyes, he saw she was aroused by what he’d just said.
“You’ve got a hidden dirty side, haven’t you, baby?”
“I don’t know.”
“We’ll explore that together.” Kissing back down her body, he moved his hands between her thighs, and opened the lips of her pussy. Her clit was swollen, and her entire cunt juicy. “I want a taste of you. Now, Elena, I don’t want you to make a sound. You make a sound, and I will put you over my knee and spank that beautiful ass.”
“I won’t make a sound.”
“The moment I put my mouth on your pussy, your time will start. You make a sound, and you’ll be in trouble.”
“No sound, I’ve got it, Sir.” She gave him a smile, and it almost undid him.
There was no way she could know what she was doing to him. Her innocence was so easy to see. Pressing a kiss to her stomach, he moved down her body, and placed his mouth mere inches from her pussy. He heard her take a gasp and start to wriggle just a little. “Remember, the moment my lips touch this pussy, no sound.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sliding his tongue against her clit, he flicked it back and forth. Glancing up her body, he saw her eyes were closed, and she was frowning. Her body shook as he teased her pussy. She was a virgin to the core, and there was no way she’d be able to stay silent for long. He would get the chance to mark her body, and he couldn’t wait to show her how good it could be between them.
Striker was making it hard for her to stay silent. Elena kept her eyes closed in an attempt to fight the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her. His tongue had to come straight from hell, and he was tormenting her. It was just too hard to handle the
pleasure.
Opening her eyes, she stared down and saw his tongue against her pussy; she was trying so hard not to make a sound.
Biting her lip even harder, she contained as many sounds as possible, but it was just too much.
He used his teeth and soothed out the pain with his tongue, and she exploded, screaming out his name and begging for more. The game hadn’t been played fair. He was by far the more experienced of the two of them, and there was no she’d ever had a chance of winning.
Staring into Striker’s eyes, she watched him sit back with a smile on his face. “You made a noise.”
She was not scared or nervous; she was excited. Elena wanted his brand of ownership on her body. She wanted to belong to him, and it meant more than just a man being in charge. Her parents wanted her to be owned by a man who didn’t love her, didn’t care about her, and would only use her for his own pleasure. Striker, he was nothing like her uncle. He was someone who cared and wanted her to enjoy her life with him. He didn’t need to say anything; his actions spoke louder than words.
He licked his lips, and Elena waited for him to instruct her.
Keeping silent, she watched as he looked around the room.
“Slide off the sofa.”
She slid down.
“I want you on your knees, your arms resting against the sofa.”
Elena leaned on the sofa, pressing her hands flat on the soft cushions. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“I like order in my life, Elena. I’m not a good man. I have killed people, and I will do anything the club tells me to.”
He placed his hands on her hips, and she jumped a little. She couldn’t help it.
“You can tell me to stop at any time, and I will stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop. I disobeyed, and now you have to punish me.” Why was she so excited about it? She craved Striker’s mark even though she hadn’t known him all that long.
He’d called himself a killer, and she knew he was part of an MC, an MC that killed people. He was a bad man, but he made her feel so alive, and that had to count for something. She wanted him, and she wanted this to happen more than anything.
