Sainte: Knights of Silence MC

by Amy Cecil

  “But… I thought…”

  “Don’t think.” He kisses my forehead. “Now, I’m gonna ask you again. Ready for bed?”

  I smile. “Yes.”

  We make our way upstairs and to my room. He closes the door behind him and then walks toward me. When he gets within an arm’s reach of me, he pulls me against him.

  “I’ve been waiting to get you alone all day,” he says and kisses me again. He unbuttons my blouse as he trails kisses down my neck.

  I melt into him. When he has all the buttons undone, he pushes the blouse over my shoulders and off. He reaches down to my breasts, unhooks my bra, and pushes it off my shoulder and down my arms.

  He then gets down on his knees and lifts my right leg, slowly removing my shoe, and does the same with my left. He reaches up to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. Slowly he slides them, along with my panties, down until he reaches the floor. His hand holds mine to help me balance as I step out of them. He pulls me close, my core right in his face.

  He places featherlike kisses all around my pelvic bone and on my mound. It tickles, and I try not to squirm, but I do.

  “Do I need to tie you up?” he asks.

  Never in a million years did I ever think the thought of being bound during sex would be arousing or appealing, but after hearing him say the words, I respond, “Yes, I think you should.”

  He leans back and looks at me. “Really?”

  I smile shyly. “Yeah, I think I would like that.”

  He laughs, stands, and smacks me on the butt. “Well, get yourself on the bed.” He rummages through my drawers, and after a few minutes, he has two scarves in his hand. Crawling on the bed, he takes one of them. “Place your arms above your head.”

  I do as he says, and he pulls my arms back toward the headboard. I have a wrought-iron bed, so he has the perfect place to tie my hands. He wraps the scarf around my wrists and through the headboard until they are secure. Wetness immediately pools between my legs.

  He takes the other scarf and crawls off the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, he says, “Spread your legs.”

  Oh, my.

  He ties one foot to the footboard. “Got another scarf?”

  “Yeah, there should be a couple in the drawer where you found the others.” He goes back to look and pulls out two, along with my vibrator.

  Oh fuck, I forgot it was in there. He ties my other foot and I am splayed on the bed, completely open to him. I feel so vulnerable but, at the same time, so aroused.

  He walks around the bed and takes the other scarf and covers my eyes.

  Oh, fuck! “Sainte?” I plead

  “Relax, darlin’, I got you.” His words are smooth and sultry and so comforting. It’s quiet for what seems like an eternity until I hear the low buzzing noise of the vibrator. He touches the vibrator to my nipples, and they harden and pucker immediately. It circles my left nipple and then the other, the circles getting larger each time. Then I feel something warm and wet touch my breast. While the vibrator maintains constant contact with the nipple, his tongue licks up one side and around it. He takes my nipple into his warm mouth and begins to suck. Oh dear God, that feels amazing. I arch my back into him as he repeats his actions with the other breast.

  The vibrator trails down my stomach. It passes over where I need it most and continues down my right thigh and comes back up the left. Heat is beginning to build, and I feel my pussy lips get tender, aching for attention. “Sainte, please,” I beg.

  “Shhh,” he says as the vibrator hovers near my pussy.

  He gives me a brief taste of what I want and touches my pussy. I immediately raise my hips to meet it. I want more! He rubs the vibrator up and down my lips, teasing me, and then he touches my clit. Holy fuck! I moan at the pleasure and beg. “More.”

  He does it again.

  “More,” I beg. The third time, my orgasm washes over me as my pussy convulses in pure pleasure, but it’s not enough. I need him. “Fuck me, Sainte, please.”

  He turns the vibrator off, and I feel him crawl on the bed. Before I can even think, I feel something hot on my breasts.

  “What…?” I don’t need to finish the question. I know what it is. Hot wax. When did he light a candle? He must have done that after he blindfolded me.

  He drips the wax on my breasts and nipples and then works his way down my stomach. I’m in ecstasy. Never in my entire life have I felt pleasure like this. He turns the vibrator back on and teases my pussy again while the hot wax is dripping on my mound. Suddenly, he slides the vibrator in hard as drops of hot wax hit my body. I scream, “Fuck!” as the orgasm continues.

  The drops of hot wax stop, the vibrator stills inside of me, and out of nowhere, hot streams of cum hit my mouth. I open it to take in as much as I can. I want it. I swallow and open for more. He slides up my body and slides his cock inside my mouth. I immediately suck and lap up every last drop of his orgasm as he throbs into my mouth. Oh my fucking God. That was amazing!

  My body begins to relax, and my pussy loosens its grip on the vibrator. Sainte pulls it out and a stream of juices follow. My mind is going in so many directions. I can’t think straight or even move. Next thing I know, Sainte is sliding his cock inside me. I’m so fucking wet, it just glides in and he moans.

  “Fuck me hard, Sainte!” I demand, and he obliges.

  He thrusts all the way in, hitting my G-spot every time. It doesn’t take long before I orgasm again. As my greedy pussy clamps down on him, I feel him swell and his hot juices fill my body. He continues to thrust in and out of me a few more times and eventually slows.

  He lies on my body and breathes a heavy sigh. His arms reach up to untie the restraints on my wrists.

  “Damn, baby!” I shake my hands to get the blood flowing again, then I run my fingers lazily through his hair as our breathing slows.

  “You think we woke up the whole clubhouse?”

  I wince. “I was screaming. wasn’t I?”

  He laughs. “Didn’t bother me. I told you a long time ago I could make you scream.”

  I smile. “Yes you did, and you delivered. Best fuck I ever had.”

  He lifts his head. “Told ya.” He’s so smug and sure of himself. It’s one of the things I love most about him. Did I just say love? And when did I ever find that trait in him appealing? Fuck, I’m in so much trouble.

  I’m falling for him more and more every day. It terrifies me. He rolls off me and lies in the bed next to me. The fear of getting hurt takes over so I roll on my side, facing away from him.

  He comes up close behind me. “Baby, are you okay?”

  I nod as tears fall down my cheeks.

  “Honey, talk to me.” He nuzzles close.

  I begin to build the walls around my heart. “I’m really tired, Sainte. Can we just go to sleep?”

  He snuggles up close and pulls me into his arms.

  Whispering in my ear, he says, “I’ll let you sleep, but tomorrow, we’re gonna talk about this.”

  I nod again. He stays snuggled up against me, and eventually I fall asleep.

  Chapter 22

  Sainte

  I wake up the next morning groggy and somewhat disoriented. Opening my eyes, I remember. Honey. I turn toward her side of the bed and am surprised to find she is gone. What the fuck? I look over at the bathroom and the door is open, no noise coming from inside. Damn, where did she go?

  I quickly get up and shower. After my shower, I dry off and get dressed. Once I make my way downstairs, I realize the clubhouse is empty. What time is it? I look down at my watch. Six thirty. No wonder nobody is here. Why the hell am I up so early, and where the fuck is Honey? I make my way into the kitchen and find her sitting at the table drinking coffee. Thank fuck! I was so worried that she may have run out. I’m not sure where she’d go ’cause I still have her phone and keys. I should probably give them back to her.

  “Hey, beautiful!” I say as I walk into the kitchen.

  “Hey,” she says, not looking up from th
e morning paper she is reading. I go over to the coffee pot, pour myself a cup, and take a seat next to her.

  “We need to talk.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Sainte, I’m really not in the mood for this.”

  I slide the paper away from her and say, “Then get in the mood.”

  She takes a sip of her coffee. “Fine, what do you want to talk about?”

  “What’s going on with you? You were fine last night and then suddenly everything changed.”

  She shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”

  “Damn it, Honey. If this is gonna work between us, you need to talk to me and tell me what’s bothering you.”

  She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “I’m scared. You happy now?” She looks away.

  My hand grasps her chin to turn her face back toward me. “Why would the fact that you’re scared make me happy? What are you afraid of?”

  “You really want to know?”

  “Yes, I really do.”

  She looks at me surprised, as if she did not expect that answer. I’ve been nothing but straight up and honest with her. Sure I tease her, but it is only to get a rise out of her.

  “I’m afraid of you.”

  “Me?”

  “You have a way of taking down some pretty big walls that I have built.” She takes another sip of her coffee. “I don’t want to be another notch in your belt and then cast aside when an old flame comes into the picture.”

  So this is what’s bothering her. She doesn’t want another Ice-Emma-Honey situation. I get that. “First of all, you already are a notch in my belt. But I can assure you, no old flames will be coming into the picture. I’ve told you several times, you are the woman for me.”

  Her eyes widen. “What?”

  “Baby, I tease and make fun, but when all is said and done, I don’t want to be with anyone but you. We can have a wonderful life together if you will only relax and stop fighting it.”

  Tears steam down her cheeks. “Sainte, I’m so scared to love again. I loved Ice. Hell, sometimes I think I still do, perhaps in a different way. I don’t know. When Emma came, it was so hard to step aside. I felt so broken. I don’t ever want to feel that way again.”

  I put my arm around her. “I know darlin’.”

  “Hawk was right. I fell into his arms because he was safe. I knew he would never hurt me. He was my best friend. I could tell him anything, and I knew he would love me no matter what.”

  “I know, baby. It’s hard sometimes, recognizing the difference between friendship love and romantic love. Many often get it confused, and it’s why so many marriages and relationships fail.”

  She gives me a sideways glance. “So you’re a relationship expert now?”

  I laugh. “I know about relationships. I’m no expert, but I have been in one or two before.” I pull her into a hug. “So, what do you want to happen between us?”

  She sits up. “I really like being with you,” she says in almost a whisper. It’s like she thinks that if she says it louder, it will hurt more or something.

  “Well, I really like being with you.”

  “So does that mean…”

  I nudge her shoulder. “You wanna be my old lady?”

  More tears well in her eyes, but there’s something different this time. She’s smiling. “Yes, I do.”

  I laugh. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”

  “Don’t tease me, Sainte, not about this.”

  I look down at her. She’s fucking beautiful.

  “I’m not, babe. I am most sincere. I’m crazy about you, darlin’, and nothing would give me more pleasure than for you to be my old lady.”

  She gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. When she pulls back, she says, “You know, Hawk was right about something else.”

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  “He told me on his death bed that you were the man for me.”

  “I always knew I liked him.” I laugh and then turn serious. “Now there is one stipulation in this whole relationship thing.”

  A worried look crosses her face. “What?”

  “No more coke or narcotics of any sort.”

  “I swear, I’ve been clean since you flushed everything. Honest.”

  “I know, but you have to beat this. You don’t have to do it alone, but you have to be the one to make up your mind and say: ‘no more.’”

  “I can’t promise I won’t ever want to touch the stuff again. Unfortunately, I think I will always want it. But I can promise I will fight with everything in me to not act on that want.”

  I smile. “That’s all I can ask for.”

  Just then, Ice, Emma, and Hobbes walk in. “Is there coffee?” Ice asks.

  “Yes,” Honey replies.

  “Thank fuck. Our coffee maker at home died this morning. I wanted to stop at Starbucks, but Emma told me she’d leave me if I did.” He looks at her and smirks. “She’s having a hard time with the ‘no caffeine’ part of this pregnancy, and Starbucks is her favorite place.”

  “And I’m sick of decaf,” Emma says. “That stuff is nasty.”

  Ice gets his coffee and sits at the table. He grabs the paper Honey was reading and drinks his coffee.

  Emma grabs herself some juice and joins him at the table. “So what are you two up to this morning?”

  I look at Honey, and she blushes.

  Emma looks back and forth at us and says, “Okay, what’s going on? You two look like the cat who swallowed the canary.”

  “Go ahead, Honey. Tell Emma the good news.”

  “Really? You want everyone to know?”

  “Damn straight I do. Tell her.”

  She looks back at Emma and smiles. “Well, it looks like I’ll need to order another property patch.”

  Emma squeals, nearly knocking Ice from his chair. “I knew this would happen. I’m so happy for your both!” She gets up and hugs Honey.

  “What’s going on?” Ice asks.

  We all laugh.

  “Sainte has made Honey his old lady.”

  Ice smiles. “Well it’s about damn time.” He turns toward Honey. “I told you, sweetheart, a long time ago that one of these guys would do right by you. And you couldn’t have gotten a better one. Congratulations.” He then looks at his watch. “Rebel should be here any minute. We need to call Michael.” He stands, refills his coffee, and leaves the kitchen.

  “Well, ladies, that’s my cue to leave.” I get up from my chair, lean over to give Honey a kiss right on the lips, and go refill my coffee. I can’t help but chuckle as I hear the girls giggling while I walk out of the kitchen.

  On my way to Ice’s office, Rebel walks in the front door. We both continue and enter Ice’s office together. We both sit. Ice lays his phone on the desk, dials Michael, and puts it on speaker.

  “Hey, Ice,” Michael says when he answers the phone.

  “Hey. I’m here with Sainte and Rebel. Got you on speaker.”

  “Hey, guys,” Michael says. “So do we have an answer for Santino?”

  “We do,” Ice says. “It’s a deal. What do we gotta do to finalize the papers?”

  “Fantastic. I was hoping you would agree. I’ll talk to Vince and see when he can get the papers drawn up. I’ll have him bring them to Edinboro personally so we can get the ball rolling on this one.” He pauses for a moment. “You know, you mind if Zaira and I come with him?”

  “Hell no, we’d love to see you.”

  “You got room, or should we find a hotel?”

  “Fuck the hotel. You’re staying at my house,” Ice says. “Emma will be thrilled.”

  “You know it won’t be just Zaira and me. Now that I’m Don, the whole fucking entourage has to come too.”

  We all laugh. “No worries, Michael. We’ll make it work.”

  “I’ll be in touch,” Michael says and disconnects the phone.

  Ice leans back in his chair. “Well that was easy.”

  “Michael’s a great guy. You know that,” I say, and at the same t
ime, Ice and I say, “But don’t cross him.”

  We laugh.

  “So I better go tell Emma that we will be getting company in the near future,” Ice says.

  “Yeah, Ice, you might want to tell her that you’re soon to be the owner of a sex club too,” Rebel says.

  “Oh fuck, I didn’t think about that.”

  He gets up and walks to the door. “I’m going. I need to hear this,” Rebel says.

  “Fuck that, me too. This should be good.”

  We follow Ice out of the office, laughing.

  When we get to the kitchen, Tara and Brianne have come down. I walk into the kitchen, and Honey immediately blushes. What’s up with that? The girls laugh, making me feel like I am the brunt of some sick joke.

  “All right, Feisty Pants, what the fuck is going on?” I ask.

  “Nothing.”

  Tara, Brianne and Emma laugh again.

  “What?”

  She walks toward me, wraps her arms around my neck, and whispers, “The girls heard me screaming last night.”

  I burst out laughing. “Sweetheart, if that is the worst, bring it on!” I kiss her on the forehead. “At least everyone knows your man keeps you satisfied.”

  She smiles. “That you do.” The woman before me has suddenly blossomed. How can one person change so much in just a couple hours? Earlier she was insecure and frightened, but now, this beautiful woman standing before me is radiant and confident. Just goes to show what the love of a good man can do. You never told her you loved her.

  “Well, now that ‘As the MC Turns” is over, I’ve got some news,” Ice says. “The Vitalis will be coming to Edinboro. Don’t have exact dates—Michael will get back with me on that—but wanted to give you all a heads-up.” He turns to Emma. “They’ll be staying at our house, love.” Then he turns toward Honey. “I expect you and the girls to help Emma with whatever she needs.”

  “Definitely,” Honey replies.

  Ice turns to leave, and Rebel jumps in. “Ah, Ice, you forgot something.”

  He turns back and gives Rebel an evil eye.