Severed Justice (Severed MC Book 3)

by K. T Fisher

  I don’t know whether to feel turned on, or a little scared.

  “So I think I need to let you know not to do that in the future, maybe a little punishment.”

  Punishment?

  Gabe stops walking, guiding me onto the bed. “Bend your knees and lean on your elbows, I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours in the air.”

  I do as he says. It feels like I’m on display for him. It makes me wetter thinking about his eyes on me, looking at me, and seeing my arousal.

  Once my ass is in the air, I hear Gabe moan. I revel in the sound. I love that I can make him produce those noises.

  “Are you ready for your punishment?”

  “Yes.” I reply.

  As soon as I do, a hard slap comes down on my ass. My back jerks, and I gasp. That fucking hurt!

  “Back down on your elbows Eve.” I hesitate. Gabe’s voice softens. “Eve?”

  Without responding I lean back down on my elbows. Gabe rubs my ass cheek, soothing the pain he just caused. I can’t believe he just spanked me. No sooner have I thought that, than another hard slap comes down on my other cheek. I’m still shocked, but I don’t move from my elbows. I do wince at the sting though. Gabe takes this as acceptance, and continues to slap me. It stings - a lot. My ass is becoming warm, and my body is starting to buzz. After a few slaps I begin to thrust back a little, welcoming his slap, moaning when his hand meets my raw skin. Gabe’s spanking becomes more exciting as he moves between my thighs, nearing my sensitive flesh. The closer he gets, the wetter I become. I didn’t think I could get this turned on just from a few smacks on the ass. I am though, although I think most of that is down to the feelings I have for the man delivering the spanking. Every time he slaps me, he soothes it.

  “Fuck.” He roars from behind me.

  I’m suddenly full as he thrusts his hard cock inside me. It’s a good job I was already wet for him, because he entered me hard and fast. I moan, tilting my head back. His thrusts become harder and deeper. It doesn’t take long for me to come.

  Once I have, Gabe pulls out and grunts. “I don’t wanna come yet, so I’m gonna play some more.”

  With the blindfold still on, he lays me down, softly caressing my skin. His hands disappear, but I can hear him walking around our bedroom. What’s he doing?

  “Gabe?”

  “Shhh.” He sits back down beside me on the bed, kissing my neck. I moan and lean into it, I love Gabe’s lips on me. “Now lie back and relax, this might be a bit cold.”

  I’m about to ask what will be cold, when I feel it. Something trails down my stomach, and it’s so cold it makes me gasp. My nipples stand to attention, and my breathing quickens.

  “Gabe, what are you doing?”

  “Making my very own dessert baby. Now be quiet.”

  His own dessert? What does that mean?

  I start to become a little nervous. I've never been blindfolded before. It’s not something I think you could get used to. I take deep breaths to relax myself; meanwhile Gabe covers the whole of my stomach with whatever he’s using, moving up to my breasts and all over my nipples.

  “Open your mouth.” Gabe commands.

  I do as I’m told, wondering where this is going. My mouth opens, Gabe’s finger enters and I taste rich chocolate sauce. I moan at the taste on his finger. He’s covered me in chocolate sauce? That’s what he meant when he said he was making me his dessert.

  As his finger leaves my mouth I hear the noise of whipped cream squirting out of the can. Gabe covers my nipples with the cream; it’s even colder than the chocolate sauce. The picture I have in my head makes me laugh. My laughter soon stops though as his tongue makes contact with my skin. He licks the chocolate and cream from my stomach. I start to moan and writhe as he moves closer to my breasts. When he does, his tongue drives me wild. I can smell the chocolate as Gabe licks my body clean. My body burns for him to touch me with his hands, right now the only part of him that is touching me is his tongue, his long hard erection poking against me every now and then.

  Gabe pauses licking, and asks me to open my mouth again. I’m expecting his chocolate finger again. I’m not sure what it is. “Bite it, baby.”

  I bite down; it’s a soft and juicy strawberry. I moan as I swallow.

  Gabe leans in and kisses me, licking the stray juice from my lips. “Open your legs.” He growls. As he pulls back from me I do as he asks, opening my legs wide. I hear another growl and bite down on my lip. I want him back inside me right now. I don’t want teasing anymore. I just want Gabe.

  “Now for the fun darling, get ready.” He teases.

  The coldness of chocolate and cream hits me between my legs, which automatically try to close. “Oh no you don’t, Eve” He stops me. “I want to lick your pussy clean.”

  He pulls my legs back open and devours me. He licks every part of my sensitive skin. I try and hold back my moans, careful not to wake Elizabeth. But it’s hard, Gabe’s intent is to make me come apart, and I can feel it creeping closer. Jesus, Gabe can make me come easily with just his tongue, but with all this added sweetness he’s really diving in, making sure he leaves nothing behind.

  As he continues to lick my hard clit, I fall into a blissful orgasm. Biting down hard onto my lip, so I don’t scream the house down.

  As I come down from my high, Gabe makes doubly sure I’m clean. It sends tiny aftershocks through my body. When he’s finished he crawls up my now sticky body, kissing me. His kisses are raw and full of need. Gabe hasn’t reached his climax yet, even though I’ve now enjoyed two.

  I feel the blindfold being removed from my eyes as we kiss. When he leans back, I open my eyes and see my handsome biker above me.

  “Hey baby.” He grins at me.

  “Hi.” I smile back.

  “So, how was it?” He wiggles his eyebrows, which only makes me laugh. “What are you laughing at? Do I have to spank you again?”

  His eyes darken, and even though I’ve just enjoyed a second orgasm, I want him again. How can that be possible?

  Gabe laughs, shaking his head. “You love being spanked already.” It’s not a question. He can read my body like a book.

  Pushing himself up, he stands and reaches his hand out to me, helping me to stand on my now shaky legs. “Come on, before we get up to anything else we need a shower.”

  I look and see that he’s right, both Gabe and I are covered in the sticky mess. I look back at the bed and realize it’s not just us; my bed sheets are covered as well.

  I stop dead in my tracks, staring at the bed. Great. Now I’m going to have to change the sheets before we go to bed, no way am I sleeping in that.

  “Stop panicking about the mess, and get in the shower woman.” Gabe laughs; he knows how much I hate mess.

  I watch as he disappears into the bathroom, thinking that I should relax about the bed. He did give me two orgasms after all. Smiling I follow him, watching his sexy body as he stretches to turn on the shower. His muscles move and tighten, making my mouth water. All of a sudden, I’m hungry for him again. The bathroom steams up as he looks back at me, winking as he washes himself. Fuck me! The sight of his delicious body covered in tattoos, and dripping in water is a sight every woman should see. But he’s mine, and I’m not sharing. I’m going to go take advantage of what’s mine. I follow him into the shower, determined to return the pleasure he just gave me, and if I’m lucky, perhaps add a third orgasm to the mix. Stuff the sheets. I’ll wash them tomorrow.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Eve

  I woke up this morning feeling quite emotional. I can’t believe that my baby girl is three years old today. Where has the time gone?

  I look over at her sitting at the breakfast table, and smile. She has no idea of the nightmare the rest of us have lived through, the dangers our lives were in only a short while ago. She’s a happy, normal toddler, and I’m beyond grateful for that.

  Gabe strolls up, planting a fat kiss on her forehead. “Happy birthday, Princess.”

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sp; He picks her up and sits down with her on his knee. The sight makes my heart melt. His hair is still damp from the shower, he’s wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and jeans that hug his ass. Elizabeth is still wearing her pajamas. She’s too excited that it’s her birthday to get dressed yet. They look so good together, as though we’ve always been a family. I smile and move over to the table with the pancakes I’ve made for her birthday treat.

  Gabe puts one on her plate and reaches for the maple syrup, but is quickly stopped by Elizabeth’s high-pitched shriek. “No, Daddy!” She admonishes. “I has chocowate and cweam on my pancakes.”

  Just the mention of that combination has me blushing deep to my roots. She’s not the only person who likes to eat chocolate and cream together. I open the refrigerator and find that we’ve run out, again. I’ll have to pop to the store before the party this afternoon anyway.

  “I’m sorry darling, we’ve run out. Why not try maple syrup like Daddy?” I offer.

  Gabe raises a questioning eyebrow at me. It’s not my bloody fault. He’s the one who’s used it all. The recycling bin is almost full of empty sauce bottles and the washing machine has been on constantly this past week, washing sheets. I can’t complain. I’ve had lots of orgasms thanks to Gabe’s interest in making me his bedtime dessert.

  Elizabeth is about to complain, but Gabe distracts her. “You looking forward to your party, princess?”

  She nods eagerly. Most of the club is coming over this afternoon to help us celebrate. I’m taking Elizabeth to the store this morning so the guys can come over and build her surprise in the yard. Gabe’s bought her a top of the range swing set, along with half the toy store, judging by the pile of presents waiting to be opened in the lounge. I didn’t know he’d bought some of them. He carried them into the living room, a huge smile on his face. “I couldn’t help it, babe, I wanna spoil our Princess.”

  Returning to the present, I laugh at the sight of Gabe. He’s a sticky mess by the time he’s finished helping Elizabeth with her breakfast. I should have told him not to bother getting a shower first. I know what she’s like when she has pancakes. One of the reasons pancakes are only for special occasions. I clean the kitchen whilst he takes care of Elizabeth and himself. When they’re both clean, we lead Elizabeth in to the living room. She shrieks when she sees the huge pile of wrapped gifts that were previously hidden from her view by the sofa.

  “Calm down.” I try and stop her ripping into them all at the same time. She’s too excited to listen to me though. Gabe sits down on the floor beside her and helps. They take each present one at a time, and Gabe teases her by turning them up and down, and shaking them, trying to guess the contents.

  Pretty soon there’s a bag full of discarded paper, and Elizabeth’s sitting in the middle of a huge pile of toys and clothes. This is just the stuff from Gabe and I. I dread to think how spoiled our princess will be by the end of the day.

  She rips open her last present; it’s one of Gabe’s surprises so I have no clue what’s inside. When Elizabeth reveals it, she squeals in delight. Still in her pajamas, she proudly slips on miniature leather cut.

  “Look Mummy, I’m look like Daddy!” She spins around, dancing in delight. The word Princess is spelled out across the back in sparkling rhinestones.

  My heart is full of love as I watch the two of them playing together on the floor, before sneaking off for my shower.

  ***

  The yard is bursting with our guests. There’s the shriek of happy children from the swing set, the murmur of contented bikers who’ve filled their bellies with barbecue and beer, and the high-pitched laughter of the old ladies. This is my home. I never thought I’d have a home like this. It’s even got the white picket fence Gabe joked about. I feel like I’m living a dream these days.

  I look around me at the people assembled here. I’m pleasantly surprised to see that the president of Carnal MC and his old lady are here with their son. I know not to count my blessings too soon, but I feel as though we’re finally in the calm after the storm. The last few months were brutal. I hope to never live through anything like that again. This birthday party has come at just the right time.

  I turn when I hear Elizabeth scream out a greeting in joy. That means either Danni or Cowboy have arrived. They’re her two favorite people at the moment. Sure enough, I watch Elizabeth race across the yard as fast as her little legs will carry her. She nearly trips over her chubby legs, displaying a typical three year old’s lack of coordination. She manages to make it though, crashing into Danni’s legs, almost knocking her over. Danni doesn’t even notice, she lifts her high over her own head and swings her around in greeting.

  “Now then birthday girl, did you miss me?” She laughs. I don’t know what it is about Danni, but everyone loves her. She’s so quiet she seems to almost disappear beside Justice, who definitely never looks comfortable around the young children. He quickly excuses himself, heading over to where Gabe and Prez are talking to Carnal’s president. I make my way over to Danni.

  “I’m sorry Danni, I tried to slow her down but she got to you before I could.” Danni just smiles at my words. She loves spending time with Elizabeth, and the feelings mutual. As far as my daughter is concerned, Danni’s like a fun older sister. Elizabeth is frantically trying to drag Danni over to the swing set so she can show it off.

  “That’s okay, Eve. Looks like I’d best go with madam here and see what all the fuss is about.” She smiles warmly. “Catch you later?” She calls back over her shoulder as she’s dragged off.

  “Definitely.” I shout in reply. The kids are all having a sleepover at Sue’s tonight, allowing the grown-ups an opportunity to enjoy the party until late into the night.

  Rachel

  I watch from the safety of my hiding place. I feel sick that they’re partying and enjoying life when mine has been destroyed.

  I see my sister and Scalp talking to Severed’s president and a burning hate fills my gut. They look so friendly together. Carnal and Severed are supposed to be enemies, not best fucking friends! Satan would never have allowed that. He despised Severed MC.

  I look around and see that they’re all there. The brunette has just arrived with the big biker that they call Justice. The blonde bitch that’s with the biker from the tattoo shop is here as well. And then there’s Eve. She’s the one that started all this shit. If it weren’t for her I would still have Satan in my life. I make my decision. It has to be one of these three biker bitches. They’re the most popular women in the club by far. I quickly discounted Teresa. She’s Prez’s wife, and is too much of a whiny bitch. Her death wouldn’t hurt the whole club as much as one of the others. And it’s the whole club that I want to suffer.

  I look over to the swing set where the children are playing and I gasp out loud. My son is there. He’s playing with Eve’s little brat and the brunette. I almost run from my hiding place and snatch him away, but I don’t. I need to carry out my plan, and then I can go for him. I’m going to take him away from this as soon as I can. He’s going to look at me and call me mom, show me the affection my sister currently gets. I don’t care how much she loves him, nor that she’s my sister. That bitch took my son away from me, and I’ll kill her if she gets in my way. Nothing, and no one is going to stop my plans now.

  Eve

  Scalp’s wife wanders over to me. I must admit to being a little surprised when Gabe told me he'd invited her and her husband to the party, but I guess it’s a good thing. It’s a sign that the relationship between the two clubs is healing. Elizabeth certainly seems to be having fun playing with their little boy. I smile as I watch them play together, that little boy sure is a handsome devil, almost how I imagine Gabe would have looked at his age.

  “Thank you so much for inviting us, Eve. You have a beautiful home.” Her smile is so genuine. I instantly warm to her.

  “You’re welcome, Maggie.” I look back at the guys. “I guess they’re talking work then? I did tell them this was a party, but it seems they
can’t help themselves.” I laugh. Maggie nods, a pensive look on her face. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  “Does Angel ever talk about club business with you?” She questions.

  “Never.” I quickly reply. “He made it pretty clear that club business was nothing to do with me when we first got together. To be fair, I think most of the time I’m better off not knowing.” I laugh.

  “Yeah.” Maggie says. She still looks pensive about something though. “Ignore me, it’s probably nothing. I just overheard something as I was walking away that got me thinking is all.”

  “What about?” She has my interest piqued now.

  “It’s nothing really, I’m sure. Has Angel mentioned a letter to you? A threat about Satan perhaps?” Just the mention of his name causes me to blanch. I feel a cold shiver run through me. Is that man going to continue to haunt us from his grave?