“I want you to come for me! Will you do that, baby? Will you come for me?” He moved his hand faster, pumping his fingers in and out of her wet box.
Her mouth found his as he pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. He wanted someone to see them. He wanted to humiliate her.
“Pipe,” she softly cried out as she bit down on her bottom lip.
He felt the jerk of her orgasm spasm through her body. Her sweet juices covered his hand, and tears of pleasure ran down her face.
“Please stop before I come again,” she said in between gasps.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, right now. I’m going to make you scream out my name while my dick slides in and out of your wet cunt!”
“Someone is going to see us!”
He continued to finger her. “Reach down and take my cock out,” he ordered.
“We’re going to get arrested!” She looked around nervously to make sure they were still alone as she unzipped his jeans. “You’re bad for me!”
“I’m bad for everyone.”
She took his throbbing cock in her hands, and he ripped open her blouse, sending buttons flying in all directions. Then he pulled her tits from her bra as he lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed all of himself deep inside her. She squeezed down tight on his cock and he began to fuck her hard, lifting her body up and banging her against the bridge wall.
Pipe rammed her hard as he moved his head from one breast to the other, sucking, nibbling, and pulling on her pink nipples with his teeth.
Lust and rage were his evil twins and he’d missed letting them out to play. She bit down on his shoulder as her nails raked across the back of his neck. The pain felt good, sending a bolt of adrenalin racing through him.
He smashed her harder against the wall. Her back was going to be sore from the concrete and her cunt was going to be sore from his cock owning it.
Ella screamed as another orgasm shot through her body. Her already wet pussy was even slicker. He imagined dunking her head into the river, as he took her from behind. Raising her head only for a few seconds so that she could breathe. The picture of her in his mind, breathless for lack of air, caused a guttural sound to emerge from deep within him as he shot his cum inside her.
He stayed inside her as their lips met. Then he pulled out of her and lowered her legs down to the walkway. He took his mouth from hers as he watched her put her breasts back into her bra. Then she tried to use the hem of her skirt to clean between her thighs and he stopped her. “Leave it!”
She stared at him like a deer caught in headlights and he loved it. From out of the corner of his eye, he saw two younger guys entering the pathway. They couldn’t be any older than eighteen or nineteen. They looked at Ella. Her clothes torn, hair a tangled mess and the smell of dirty sex lingering in the air. She fumbled with her shirt, trying desperately to hold it together.
“Look at me, Ella!”
She kept on trying to hold her blouse together and fix her hair. He raised his voice as he lifted her face up. “I told you to fucking look at me!”
“Stop, not now! There’s people coming.” She waved him away.
Her dismissal angered him even more. They were walking closer now. He could tell by the look on their faces that they were not sure if she was a victim or a willing woman.
“Clean me up,” he told her.
“Pipe?” She cut her eyes toward the boys, then back to him. She firmly shook her head.
“Do you really want me to repeat myself to you, Ella?”
She could tell by the look in his eyes that he meant business, but she didn’t move. The teens were approaching fast. They were less than twenty feet away. He spun her around and pushed her face against the concrete wall. He lifted her skirt and smacked her several times hard across the ass.
The teens stopped, not sure which way to go or what to do. Their eyes were transfixed on Pipe and Ella. She struggled as she began to cry.
“You got to train a bitch!” Pipe smugly schooled them as he spanked her with several more hard hits before turning her around. He held her against the wall by her throat.
They laughed with nervous nods, then jetted pass, glancing back several times before leaving them alone again. He’d just given them an unbelievable story to tell their friends. No one would believe them since neither of them bothered to take any pictures or video.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ella screamed, finding her voice as she shoved him backward with both hands.
He decided not to retaliate. “A whole lot of things are wrong with me!”
“You did that to embarrass me because . . . because you’re an asshole!”
“I did it because you disobeyed me and I’m an asshole.”
“We’re done!” she said, but she didn’t make an effort to run away.
“We were already done. Clean me up!” he told her.
“Fuck you!” she replied.
“You just did; now clean up the mess you oozed all over my cock.”
“You’re an asshole!” she yelled.
“We’ve established that.”
She rolled her eyes and then glanced up and down the path. She adjusted her clothes as best she could before flipping him off and stomping away.
Much to his surprise, she turned back around before she left the path. She paused, looking at him long and hard before walking back over to him.
“I hate you!” she said as to his surprise, she knelt down. Taking his cock in her mouth, she cleaned up her mess, then stuffed his shaft back into his jeans before standing up.
“You’re a fucking whore!” he said.
“Fuck you, Pipe!”
“I just did.”
She said nothing for a moment. “Now what?” Ella finally spoke.
“Now you can go fuck your man and play family. I’m going back to the clubhouse and getting drunk.” He turned and started to walk away.
“You think I’m going to let you get away with what you just did to me? I’m not some biker whore that you can treat however you want to.”
Without turning around, he raised his right hand and flipped her off.
Ella bit her tongue as she fumed with anger. “I’ll tell Ricky and he’ll tell him!”
Pipe stopped walking, but he didn’t turn around.
Ella smiled. “You’re always together. You think I’m so stupid, I can’t put two and two together? I know that Nuke is in jail. It’s his wife you want to fuck. Some friend you are! Hells Vipers, club brother bullshit. I’ll tell Ricky that you fucked her. Whether he believes me or not, it won’t matter. The rumor will be out there and Nuke will find out what an asshole you really are.”
Pipe caught his breath as rage boiled beneath his skin. He turned around with an evil grin. “I know where you live. I know where your parents live. I know the route you take every morning to work. Go ahead, you self-centered cunt, tell Ricky and I promise you, you will truly understand how I earned my colors. We clear?”
Tears streamed down Ella’s face as she nodded.
Pipe stood there staring at her with hatred in his eyes. He didn’t believe her tears. This bitch was going to be a problem.
Chapter Nine
My own prison
He rolled over and focused his hung-over eyes on her. Her being the blonde whose name he couldn’t remember even if his life depended on it. Lucky for him, it didn’t.
The longer Kevin looked at her¸ the more he realized that something was wrong with her; she seemed just a bit off. Damn, how drunk had he been? Her boobs were too small for her body, her lips were pencil thin and her nose could do with a repair job. She wasn’t coyote ugly, but she wasn’t hot either.
He was drinking too much, and he had been ever since all that drama had gone down with Cindy. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face and the shock that jetted through her system seconds before he shot her. She wasn’t his first kill but she was the hardest; he’d never killed a woman before. But it
had to be done. She had betrayed him and the club.
Time – that was all he needed, time and whiskey to push that image out of his head. Sherry! That’s it, that’s her name. No, wait, maybe it was Carrie? Fuck, he couldn’t remember. His head was throbbing and he had a bad taste in his mouth. He glared at her again. He sure as hell hoped he hadn’t gone down on her.
Kevin closed his eyes. Nuke was locked up in Indianapolis. They had dropped the murder charge, but now the feds were trying to fuck with him. They could hold him without an indictment, and it was long past the thirty-day limit. It was heading toward two and a half months. They shuffled around paperwork and tried to pull bullshit. They were scrambling, looking for anything. The HV lawyer was working his ass off to get Nuke out.
Nuke kept his shit clean. He was like the Teflon Don of bikers. His asshole brother Holden was back in Indianapolis, spending way too much time with Tori, Nick Kordell’s stepdaughter. So much, in fact, that the police had taken notice. Nuke believed that Holden had set him up, but Holden was sticking to his innocent-guy story. From the inside word, no one believed Holden, not even the cops.
Kordell’s stepdaughter was walking around spending dear old Mom’s and Step-Dad’s money. It was pretty damn obvious that Nuke had been the intended scapegoat. The problem with framing someone is, it’s not like television. You can’t have a person show up at a murder scene and think they’ll go to prison for the crime. People needed to do their homework.
The police found no fingerprints on the murder weapon. What they did know was that Holden had been banging the mother and now was banging the daughter. Between the dead parents, there were two insurance policies totaling three million dollars. The company hadn’t paid as of yet. Collecting that kind of money wasn’t easy, especially when foul play was involved. It could take years now before the policies paid off.
Kevin groaned as he looked at the woman next to him in bed. He’d met Sherry or Carrie when he’d stopped at a liquor store and went in to pick up a pack of cigarettes and some Jack Daniels. His plan was to get drunk, smoke his way to cancer and try and wash Cindy out of his brain.
Instead, he left the store with the cigarettes and the cashier, who talked her co-worker into covering for her so that she could leave with him. She swiped the Jack Daniels and brought it with her. They went to her place. He never brought random chicks back to his house. He doesn’t trust people like that because they might start dropping by, especially women.
He needed his space and he had only fucked her to get Cindy out of his head, but it didn’t work. Neither did the Jack Daniels. The whole time he was screwing Crack Whore Barbie, he was seeing images of Cindy dead on the floor. It was damn hard for him to keep it up anymore. Something had to give sooner or later; he couldn’t keep living like this. He was tired of getting drunk just to fuck.
He felt tense. He needed to get out of there. As soon as he finished that thought, Sherry or Carrie opened her eyes and caught him staring at her.
“Hi, baby,” she said as she reached down under the covers and grabbed his dick.
“Hey!” he said as he moved her hand away. No way was he going to stick his dick into that sober. The sunshine coming through the blinds was not a good thing to see on her face or body.
“What’s wrong?” she said as she tried to snuggle up against him.
“I have to go,” he said as he sat up in the bed. The room instantly began to spin.
“Why? I was hoping we could spend the day together.”
“I got some stuff I have to take care of.” Almost as if he wished it, his phone whistled. He reached for it; it was Pipe asking him if he was going to meet him at Nuke’s place. Both of them had been making sure that Jasmine was alright. Admittedly Pipe more so than him. He wasn’t in any shape to take care of himself most days.
He sent off a quick text, telling him no. He needed to go home, shower, then head over to the clubhouse.
“Maybe some other time we can hang,” he said to her. Like when hell freezes over. He got up off the bed, picked up his underwear and black jeans and put his clothes on. He quickly found his shirt and slipped it over his head.
“You’re married, right?” she asked as she sat up in the bed. She did her best to pout her thin lips.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m married. I know I should have told you, but you know how that goes,” he lied. He glanced over at the used condom on the floor. Thank God he hadn’t been so drunk he’d dipped into that raw.
“Well, you can’t be happy if you were here with me last night. So why don’t you just stay a little longer? I promise you won’t regret it.” She pulled back the sheet and spread her legs, showing him her pussy. She eased her hand down in between her milky white thighs and began to play with herself.
“That’s hot, babe, but I really got to go.” He slipped his boots on and grabbed his cut.
She quickly got up off the bed and rushed over to him. “Let me just suck your dick again before you go. I love the taste of cum. I love pleasing a man.”
Kevin took a deep breath. “How many customers that walk into the store do you fuck?”
His question caused her to pause in her descent down to her knees and she stood up. “A few. I really like bikers. I’ve been with a prospect for the Grave Walkers and the rest of the guys were just men who like to ride. You’re my first real, one percent outlaw biker. Why do you ask?”
“Do you wash your cunt between fucking men?” He felt angry. Before Nuke put a bullet into the Grave Walker who had attacked Jasmine, the man had told them everything, even how Cindy had taken on the whole club. That bothered him, even though he’d done that more than once to the Honeys and the Snake Swallowers. He’d taken his turn in their snatch. He’d even shared Cindy, but it was different knowing that she’d gone to the Grave Walkers and turned herself into the one thing she claimed she hated, a biker slut.
“Sometimes,” she responded.
“Why only sometimes?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“I like the scent of them on me. I like how my pussy feels juicy and it soils my panties.”
He stared at her long and hard. She was getting nervous, he could tell. He suddenly reached out and flung her onto the bed. “You’re a dirty fucking whore! Say it!” he ordered her.
“I’m a fucking whore!” she whispered.
He could smell her cunt; the bitch was turned on, and so was he. “Turn over onto your stomach.”
She blinked with arousal and apprehension as she rolled over onto her flat stomach.
“I feel like punishing a whore!” he growled as he removed his belt. It was made of thick, heavy leather and studded.
“Please don’t,” she begged but squirmed with excitement.
A smile came to his face. Maybe this was what he needed to release what was destroying him inside.
“I’m sorry I’m a whore!” the woman said as she turned her head to look at him. She was practically salivating with the thought of what was to come.
“Spread your legs!”
She quickly obeyed. The juice from her pussy was dripping onto the sheet.
“I’m going to beat that ass, you fucking whore,” Kevin shouted.
“Yes!” she whimpered as she squirmed.
“After each stroke, you will thank me for whipping a dirty cunt like you. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
Without another word, he brought the heavy leather belt down across her naked buttocks. She screamed and he smacked her again and again. The pinkness of her fleshy ass was hardening his cock.
"Up on your knees," he commanded as she rose up on the bed.
She was crying and he liked it. Her upper body was on the bed and her bottom was thrust into the air. She looked good from this position; he didn’t have to see her face. Her ass was good. So soft and vulnerable. Her cheeks were trembling and he immediately decided that he needed to draw this out even longer than he’d planned. “What are you?”
“I’m a dirty whore!” she groaned
.
“Do you deserve to be whipped?”
“Yes, I deserve to be punished. Please spank me harder! Punish me!” she cried harder as she began to beg.
He genuinely smiled again as he lifted the belt up and smacked it against the palm of his hand. He laughed when she jumped and screamed out from fright.
She let out a quick giggle, which he quenched by soundly smacking her ass. THWACK! The sound echoed in the room. He quickly followed with several more blows, striking across her now red ass.
"Thank you," she breathed.
THWACK! He hit her again and she continued to scream. He imagined her neighbors were calling the police but at that moment he didn’t give a fuck.
“Thank you for whipping this dirty whore!” she said between gasps. “FUCK!” she cried out as he struck her again. Her whole body jerked forward and she landed flat on her stomach. “Thank you!” she moaned as tears flowed from her face.
“Up on your knees, CUNT!”
She scrambled back to his desired position as she cried into the mattress.
WHACK! He landed the belt on her upper back.
“AWWWW!” she grunted.
“SAY THANK YOU!” he screamed.
“THANK YOU!” she yelled out.
He crisscrossed the landing of the belt, attacking her ass and back. Soon she was unable to speak. Only sobs escaped her lips as she collapsed onto the bed.
“Say, ‘Please, let me suck your cock’!”
It took her several moments before she could speak. “Please, let me suck your cock.”
He laughed. “NO!” He let the belt explode on her sore ass.
Five more times, then he landed a solidly placed last blow. Her whole body shuddered.
"What do you say?" he asked sternly.
“Dir..dirty whore. I’m. A dirty whore. Thank…you!”
Kevin released his throbbing cock from his jeans as he sat down on the side of the bed. “On the floor!” he calmly said.
He gave her a moment, then she finally moved. She slid off the bed and onto the floor in front of him. He lifted her sobbing face and looked into her eyes. He let out a chuckle, liking what he saw. The red face, the red eyes and ass. He liked the tears, the heavy breathing, even the bouncing of her tiny tits as she gasped for air.
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