Hell's Flower

by SL Schiefer

  “Threaten?” I raise a brow at him. Still? He still can’t grasp that he can’t control me?

  “Yeah.” He shrugs. “You know, threaten to pull you over my knee to spank you. Or even better, to tie you up and make you come over and over again with just my tongue, until you’re crying that you can’t go anymore.”

  I swallow hard, a rush of need shooting right through me, leaving me feeling like a jumbled mess. I clench my thighs together and say, “That doesn’t sound like such a bad way to go.”

  He tips his head back and lets out a full on laugh. Giving my hand a squeeze, he promises, “We’ll have to do some experimenting sometime. Find out what your max number is.”

  I know exactly what he means. And even though I’m terrified of make the wrong decision about where to go from here, I can’t help but be over-the-fucking-moon-excited for him to follow through on that. Because knowing him, he definitely plans to.

  ***

  As soon as we walk in, whistles and catcalls fill the place. I can’t help but feel fucking hot right now. I know I look good. Shit, it took me long enough to look like this tonight, and now that I’m here—with all of the club sluts—there’s no jealousy filling me because I know I have nothing to worry about. At least not for tonight.

  I spot Jazz right away. She’s sitting at table with Ginger, Mouse, Creep, and two guys I assume Ginger and Mouse belong to. All three of them are sitting on the guys’ laps, a huge-ass grin eating Jazz’s face. Not letting go of my hand, but pulling me into his side instead, Gunner leads me over to them.

  “Hot damn, Rave! You look so hot, I may just become a lesbian for the night,” Jazz jokes. Looks like someone’s had a few.

  Creep taps high on Jazz’s thigh to have her stand for him to get up before she sits back down. He grabs another chair from a table close by and sets it next to Jazz for me. A vodka raspberry lemonade appears for me, and then Gunner leans down to whisper into my ear. “I’ll be back, Angel. I promise. Use my room if you get tired, but lock the door behind you. Don’t leave. Please.” He gives me a soft press of his lips to my forehead before he disappears. This is something I would never miss—him leaving at a moment’s notice to deal with shit he will never be able to talk to me about. Even if we had a family, would he be called away during special moments?

  “So what’s the special occasion?” Mouse asks sweetly.

  “Gunner was showing me he has a romantic side,” I smile.

  Slapping the tabletop, laughing, Ginger boastfully calls me out. “Gunner? He’s letting you call him Gunner? Never thought I’d see a day Mace finally let someone in.”

  I completely forgot I’m the only one to call him that. And I didn’t even intend on calling him Gunner unless to his face. Wait. What about Trina?

  “What about Trina? That was his ol’ lady, right? Didn’t she?”

  “Not. Once,” Ginger shakes her head. “You must be pretty fucking special.”

  Wow. I didn’t know that. He made it sound like she was the love of his life and planned a forever with her before she was… killed. For being with him. For revenge.

  I can feel fear prick the start of a slow spread of ice through my veins. That doesn’t sound very reassuring for me. I slam close to half my drink before forcing a smile in response.

  “So? Did he pass? Spill, hooker!” Jazz badgers.

  Loosening up at the change of topic, I nod my head. “Yeah, he passed.”

  She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she just smiles wide and winks at me. Rolling my eyes, I can’t help but ask, “What’s going on, anyway?” I’m a little bummed about not heading home with just Gunner, but it’s good to catch up with Jazz. The shop was so busy today and we didn’t have a shit ton of time to talk.

  “Oh my God! You totally missed the show!” Mouse gasps as if she couldn’t believe I actually wasn’t there to witness it the first time. “Big Bertha came here begging for protection. Wasn’t hush hush about it or anything!”

  “Who’s Big Bertha? Protection from what?” I’m lost. Why is this such a big deal?

  “Big Bertha is cool enough. She used to be friends with some of us way back in the day before the war started brewing. She’s Stone’s ol’ lady… the VP in Jake’s club. Long, dark black hair, huge-ass titties, short as fuck, tanned, with beautiful brown eyes.”

  “Dude, you sound like you’re in love with her or something. And she’s not tanned, she’s fucking Mexican,” Ginger corrects her.

  “What the hell is the difference?” Mouse asks, scrunching her face.

  “The difference… You know what? Never mind,” Ginger concedes, shaking her head.

  “Whatever,” Mouse rolls her eyes. “And no, I’m not in love with her, but she eats some mighty fine pussy.”

  What? Well, I guess they were ‘friends’ a while back.

  “Well, well, well,” a tall blonde snickers a few steps from our table. She’s in a denim skirt so short her ass is practically hanging out, and a bikini top that leads little to the imagination. Her eyes are aimed right at me. “If it isn’t Mace’s flavor of the month.”

  Ginger groans, turning toward her. “What the fuck do you want, Bunny?”

  “Me? Nothing,” she shrugs. “Just wanted to get a good look at the poor chick whose heart will be crushed by Mace when he realizes what he’s missing. I mean, I’m not called Bunny for nothing,” she says slyly before sauntering toward the bar.

  I hear Mace’s words replay in my head, “We’ll have to do some experimenting sometime. Find out what your max number is.” Is that what he was wanting to find out? Which one of us would last longer in bed for him?

  No. I can’t do this. I need to trust him. If this will ever work, I need to trust him. Besides, when our bodies connect, it’s fucking explosive.

  “You’re vagina just burns because he chose me over you,” I spit at her, standing to face her back as she stops walking.

  Turning, her mouth slightly tipped up on one side, she lets her eyes roam over me. “Yeah. I still can’t figure out why he’d give this up,” she says as she lets her hands explore her body, “for… well… you.” Her hands motion in the air toward me with her nose scrunched up.

  “Maybe because he wants a real woman in the sheets, instead of some plastic, overdone, airhead Barbie,” I shoot back.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Gunner growls from behind me. His fingers intertwine with mine, soft and gentle. His eyes, hard as steel, are piercing right through Barbie Bitch.

  “Oh, she was just trying to explain to me how you’re going to break my heart and go fuck her,” I say, looking right at him.

  He turns his eyes on me and chills go through my body. I’m not afraid of him ever hurting me, but that look, it’s a look I never want to be on the receiving end of. He looks back over at blondie and enunciates slowly, “Never. Again. No one. Ever. Again. Except for Angel. Get the fuck outta here!”

  He turns back toward me, kissing me hard on the mouth before pulling away quickly. “You tired?”

  Yes. No. I could sleep. Or… Yeah,” I nod my head.

  “Say goodnight to the ladies, Raven.”

  I mumble a quick goodnight before leading Gunner to his bed.

  Chapter Twenty-Six – Mace

  ONCE SHE SAYS her goodbyes, I lead her away from the girls. I saw the hesitation run across her face when I asked if she was tired. I know she wants me just as much as I want her. I want to show her just how much I want her, especially since Bunny decided to show up.

  I don’t keep rope just hanging out in my room, so when we reach my room, I lead her in with a hand at the small of her back. “Get yourself comfortable, I need to run and grab something.”

  Something flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone in an instant. “Angel, I’ll be right back. I just need to grab something for us tonight. I’ll be back in just a few minutes, I promise.” She just nods her head and turns away from me, not saying anything.

  Before I turn to leave, she reaches up with her han
ds and grabs the tie of the dress around her neck and starts to untie it. Yep, I gotta go get that rope. Without another word, I all but run down to Creep’s room. That fucker always has some sort of kinky fuckery shit in his room.

  Grabbing what I need, I turn back around and run into Creep with a very drunk Jazz coming in his door.

  “Rope, brother?” He looks at me and raises his eyebrow.

  “Not a fucking word, I have a promise to uphold. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have a naked Angel waiting for me.” I don’t pay attention to anything else around me, I just head back to my room.

  When I get to my door, I pause just before I push the door open enough for me to slip inside and shut it behind me. I should be used to this woman taking my breath away, but I don’t think I ever will.

  Raven is lying in the middle of my bed, completely naked. Her hair is fanned around her on my pillow. One arm is raised above her, resting on the pillows. Her creamy skin stands out against the dark colored sheets.

  “Angel, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe out. She just smiles shyly. Raven is one of the most confident women I’ve ever met. I’m pretty confident in my skill, but let’s see if I can make her let go completely for me.

  I toss the rope up on the bed and it lands right on top of her stomach. When she looks to see what I threw, her eyes grow wide.

  I start to undress myself. Slowly. Making sure her eyes are following all of my movements. When I get to my pants, I tell her, “Tonight is all about you, Angel. Every single thing I do to you will be for your pleasure. If I do something you’re not cool with, just tell me and I’ll stop immediately. Do you understand?”

  Her jaw clenches. I know this is going to be extremely hard for her, but if she can do this tonight—if she can let go—I think this will open her eyes to more things we could do. And each time we work on her control in the bedroom, it’ll get easier for her to let go.

  She nods her head, letting me know she understands, but then adds, “Should I call you sir, too?”

  Barking out a laugh, I shake my head. “No, no need to call me sir. Although, anytime you want to outside of the bedroom you can have at it.” I wink at her then drop my pants.

  Without giving her time to look at my cock, I walk around the side of the bed and crawl onto it with her. Grabbing the rope, I loop it through the center of the headboard and make a knot.

  “I’m going to tie both of your hands to the headboard. Try not to pull on the ropes too hard or you’ll end up with rope burn. I can tell you from experience that it doesn’t feel too good.”

  I motion for her to raise her hands, which she does hesitantly. “You’re being awfully quiet about this. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

  She scoffs, “Do you honestly think I wouldn’t have told you by now if I wasn’t okay with anything happening so far? I promise I will tell you if you make me uncomfortable. Now just shut up and keep going.”

  “Alright, fuck. Why do you have to be so bossy all the time? This is for you to let go… so let go, please.” I go back to tying up her hands and once I’m sure she can’t break out of it, I stand up and take a step away from the bed.

  Taking a moment to take in how she looks, I let my eyes roam from her toes up to where her hands are tied. Moving to stand at the foot of the bed, I reach for her foot. Taking her left foot in my hand, I start to massage her arch with my thumbs, eliciting a moan from her lips. Once I give the right foot the same attention, I gently place it back on the bed.

  I glance up and see her staring down her body at me. Her lips are parted and her breathing is accelerated. She’s getting close.

  Walking away from the bed, I go to the dresser and start pulling out drawers, trying to figure out where I put the one and only tie I own. Finally finding it, I shove the drawer closed and turn back to my Angel.

  I don’t want to give her any time to second guess this, so I quickly walk over and tell her to lift her head up. Securing the tie around her head, I wave my fingers in front of her to make sure she can’t see.

  Without another word, I climb back on the bed with her. Sitting up on my knees, my attention goes immediately to her breasts. They’re rising and falling with each breath she takes. I reach out with one finger and lightly trace around each rosy nipple, causing her to gasp.

  She’s trying so hard to hold still for me, but I can see the way she’s clenching her thighs together, trying to stop the ache only I can fix for her.

  “Do you need me? Do you want my mouth on your pussy?” With the finger that was just touching her nipple, I drag it down her stomach, watching as goose bumps pop up in my absence.

  Moving down to the end of the bed, I push her legs apart and run my hands up the inside of her thighs, stopping just short of where she needs me the most.

  “Angel, your pussy’s dripping already. Have you been thinking about what might happen? About my mouth on your pretty pussy? About my cock in your mouth?”

  I lean down and press a kiss to the outside of her lips and run my tongue along the seam, just teasing the outside of her pussy without spreading her for me.

  Raven’s moans are becoming louder and louder. She’s shifting uncontrollably on the bed, and I smile at the thought that she is finally letting go.

  Rewarding her by spreading her open for me, I flatten my tongue and give her one long lick, then settle in on flicking her clit with my tongue. Using a long finger to sink inside of her, I curl my finger up and move it back and forth rapidly.

  Increasing the pressure on her clit, I feel her walls start to clamp down on me. I add another finger and start to pump my fingers in and out. Her legs shaking around my head, I bury my face into her and lick and suck at her clit. She finally shatters around me, her walls tightening up completely around my fingers.

  When she screams from the wave of release rolling through her, I pull my fingers free and line my cock up with her entrance, slamming into her with one quick thrust.

  Fully seated, I hold myself there to feel her clamp down on my dick. I start to thrust in and out of her while she’s still coming down from her first orgasm.

  “How many are you going to give me? Should I take it easy on your tonight? You’re first release was pretty big. Do you think we can make you come harder than that? I want to feel you come on my dick. I want to hear your screams in my sleep because they’re so ingrained in my brain. Can you do that for me, Angel?”

  An unintelligible “uh-huh” comes out of her mouth between moans. She stays quiet, though, not trying to talk to me. I don’t think she could even if she tried.

  “I love fucking you. Your pussy was made just for me. I’m going to ruin you for all other men. You’re mine.”

  I reach up and grab the rope, untying it and letting her hands go free. She immediately reaches up and wraps her arms around my back. I push the tie up over her eyes so I can stare into them as I come.

  “Angel, open your eyes. Open them and look at mine.” She instantly complies. The look she gives me is hot and filled with need.

  “Gunner, you feel so fucking good,” she tells me, each word coming out in between thrusts. “I love the way your dick makes me feel.”

  “Come on, I’m not going to last much longer. You feel too good. You’re going to have to come soon, Angel.”

  Moaning, she grits out, “Soon. I’m almost there. Just fuck me a little harder. I need it harder!”

  Fine by me. I grab her legs and push them up by her head to give me more leverage, hitting deeper every time I thrust. Every time I slam home, she moans.

  She has her arms wrapped around my shoulders, each hand gripping a shoulder. I would be surprised if tomorrow I don’t have crescent-shaped marks on me.

  “I’m going to come! Oh, just one more. Don’t slow down!” As I slam into her hard, one more time, she screams, “Ohhhhhh, Gunner! I’m coming!”

  “I’m right there with you, Angel.” A few more thrusts and I’m spilling inside of her. I continue to pump into her, gradually slow
ing down, riding out the best orgasm of my life.

  “I don’t think we’ll ever top tonight. That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she tells me, breathless. She’s panting into my ear.

  I slowly let her legs down but don’t let her pull away. I’m desperate to keep our intimate connection for just a little bit longer. Rolling so both of us are facing each other but lying down, I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.

  I lay in silence, just enjoying the post sex haze and being wrapped around her. If that isn’t enough to convince her I don’t want anyone else, I don’t know what I would have to do.

  “Angel, you never cease to amaze me. You can have all the control you want outside of bedroom, but inside these walls? I’m in charge. That was way too hot to not try again.” Our breaths are slowing down.

  “If that’s what you want to do to me every time we have sex, fine. You can have all the control you want. Just as long as you promise to let me be me outside of here. I won’t lose myself to a relationship. That’s too much for me.”

  “Fine by me. As long as I get to keep you by my side, and in my bed, I’ll be a happy man. You know how they say ‘happy wife, happy life?’ The saying should be ‘satisfied man equals happy wife!’”

  She bursts out laughing. Her face is flushed, she looks completely relaxed and sated, and she’s laughing. That right there is what I’m going to live to do.

  “You’re changing me, Angel. You’re making me want things I haven’t wanted in a long damn time. If you think you’re the only one scared, you need to think again. You have the power to destroy me. You already have my heart, so please be gentle.”

  Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I move my head forward and kiss her lips. Pulling her closer, I close my eyes and bury my face in her neck, wondering just where the hell she came from and why it’s taken me so long to find her.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven – Raven

  I CAN FEEL GUNNER’S hot breath blow against the crook of my neck with each breath he takes. His fingertips lazily swirl an intricate design against the skin of my chest.