by Hazel Parker
God, it was embarrassing to admit. But I hadn’t slept with anyone since the last night at Harvard before my parents came to town. That was the night that I slept with my ex-boyfriend as one last college hurrah, but as soon as my parents came into town, that privacy and that free time was done.
We’d scheduled Thursday for me to come to The Red Door, and I already knew what was going to happen. He was going to let me watch a show or two, he was going to let me get on the back of his bike, he was going to take me to his place, and then we were going to have the wildest, kinkiest, most incredible sex that I had ever had in my life. I could see it in his texting—he liked to be in control. It was just how I wanted it; I wanted my man to be the one who led the charge in the bedroom.
But what Richard may not have yet realized was that when I said I liked to be dominated, I really meant it. I wanted to be spanked a bit. I wanted him to leave me hickies all over my body. I wanted him to squeeze as if he wanted to pop my body like a balloon.
There was no way I was going to say that now, of course. I still had to maintain some dignity in my behavior and actions and revealing all of that would have made me seem less like a woman worth pursuing and more like a Las Vegas street whore. But I still could imagine it, and heaven knows I spent many a time when we went back and forth in texting touching myself, imagining what he’d do to me.
Tuesday night, he texted me and asked me what I was doing the next day. My eyes lit up in delight. You can’t wait either, can you, boy? I told him that my evening was wide open, even though it wasn’t; there was a department dinner that I was supposed to attend. It wouldn’t have been the greatest look to skip it, but I didn’t usually skip those meetings, and like I said, I was a Sokolov. What were they going to do, fire me from my father’s company?
“Wanna take you out somewhere,” he said.
And then what?
“Wear gym clothes. I’m thinking of something athletic.”
Oh, I am too. I most certainly am too.
“Sounds good :-)” I wrote. “Where should I meet you?”
He told me to get to The Red Door however necessary as soon as I got off work. There was a certain urgency to his message, given that he said to try and not make it too late. I was curious to hear what the reason was, but I was easily going to be there before six o’clock.
It probably wasn’t a huge surprise to say that just before heading off to bed, I had to fight from touching myself. I wanted my sexual charge at its peak when Richard picked me up the next day. For what was about to go down, I didn’t want it to be a challenge to orgasm.
* * *
I showed up to The Red Door via Uber from my workplace, having packed athletic clothes that I changed into in the lobby bathroom of Sokolov Industries. I made sure that my father wasn’t anywhere nearby when I left, even though it wasn’t like leaving the office in gym clothes was a bad appearance. Many of the employees did so en route to their gyms and exercise routines—I just wanted to avoid any questions, no matter how innocent or innocuous they might have been. There’s not going to be anything innocent about what happens later.
In fact, I didn’t even wear panties underneath my shorts. I had on a sports bra—I had to have some decency—but I was so sure that this was a prelude to sex that I didn’t bother to put on any more clothes than necessary.
I was already so wet when I got to the entrance of The Red Door. I was on fire, too, and it had nothing to do with the outside temperature. I knocked on the door… but received no answer.
“I thought you would’ve looked behind the building.”
I swear, he had a preternatural ability to surprise me by showing up out of nowhere. I turned to him, smirked, and went over and kissed him. I had to hold back from groping him; I could feel him bulge against his jeans, and while it was difficult to get a sense of how large he would be, he was still growing even when I thought he would have stopped.
“Well, I just figured you’d be waiting for me inside,” I said. “I thought, you know, you’d want to show me what you’ve been hinting at in your texts all this time.”
“Oh, right,” he said, almost sounding embarrassed at having sent them. “Well, today, I wanted to take you hiking.”
“Oh,” I said.
I wasn’t going to lie; I was a little disappointed. My initial reaction was one of frustration, wondering if somehow, he didn’t find me attractive. Was this his way of trying to secure a friendship but not something sexual?
But after that initial reaction, I began to feel something very different. I saw Richard now more as a challenge—to see how long I could wait before I gave in. As arrogant as it sounded, there was no way a guy like Richard was going to be able to hold himself back from having sex with me at some point.
So for now, OK, I’d go on a hike with him. For now, I’d be the good girl. But at some point, I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back. I was too curious to see what Richard would do when that moment came.
“Is that OK?” Richard asked, concerned.
“Yeah, definitely!” I said, trying to sound upbeat. “Sorry, I just wasn’t sure what we were going to do. I was thinking something else.”
“What?” he said, so casually I didn’t think that he was thinking about sex.
“Not hiking, I’ll tell you that.”
That seemed like a good enough place to leave things off at. Anything else might have hinted at what I wanted, and that would eliminate the fun of the chase.
“Alright,” Richard said, though I noticed a sliver of a smile forming on his face. “Hop on the bike.”
“For real?” I said, my eyes wide. “Will I be safe without long pants?”
“Hmm,” he said. “You could do it without pants. But you’re going to have to get close and put your legs on mine.”
I almost laughed at how much Richard sounded like that might not be something I wanted to do. If anything, it was something I really wanted to do. Get closer to him and be in touch with him for the whole duration of the ride? All while not having panties on?
Are you kidding me?
Richard was going to get me off without even realizing it.
“I think I can manage that,” I said, not bothering to hide my smirk.
“Good,” he said.
He handed me a helmet, helping me buckle the chin strap. I didn’t mind that I’d smell like oil and gasoline this time; I’d have a chance to clean off when we got back, and I was sure that Richard or Mama would have something that could mask the scent. After all, for the clients they attracted, they had to have some measure of scent cover-up to run that place effectively.
“You look hot as hell with a helmet on,” he said.
“Like a natural?”
“Like an angel,” he said. “Except instead of being on my shoulder, you’re going to be on my back.”
And, hopefully, on something else a little bit later.
“You’re too much, Richard,” I said, leaning up to kiss him.
He turned around, giving me a perfect target. I couldn’t help it. I playfully slapped his ass, causing him to jump in surprise.
“Don’t tell me that hurt!” I said with a laugh.
“Are you kidding me?” he said. “That felt good!”
“Yeah?” I said, biting my lip.
My God, I was on some level of arousal right now.
“Yeah, I think so,” Richard said. “Come on. Let’s get on this before we do something stupid.”
Stupid? Or sexy?
I nevertheless complied, finding some sort of joy in this little game. I imagined that Richard also was building up his pent-up energy to release—when the time came for him to do so, maybe he’d be more energized and more dominant. In that case, I was more than willing to wait until tomorrow if necessary. Whatever it takes to get Richard at his best.
Richard got on the bike first, and I followed shortly after, wrapping my legs around him and my arms around his stomach. I knew what he felt like from having hugged him and
been close to him many times before but pulling against his abs and instead of leaning against them made me cognizant of just how strong and firm he was. I couldn’t help myself, even muttering “holy shit,” when I had my arms wrapped around.
Richard just looked back, smirked, and turned the engine on.
Immediately, my entire body seemed to tense with arousal. My pussy felt like it had a full vibrator brushing against it, and I did my best not to groan in pleasure in front of Richard. I was going to do it eventually, but I preferred to wait until we were out on the road to make such noises.
Thankfully, I didn’t think he noticed, because he seemed to move the bike forward at a natural pace, not finding anything unusual with the grunts and groans coming from behind him. I was having to bite my lip at how good his bike felt; I could only imagine how good the rest of his body would feel later.
I couldn’t say that I paid attention to anything other than the rush of pleasure that coursed through my body; I had a vague idea that we went northwest toward Red Rock Canyon and Summerlin, but otherwise, my body was just spent fighting the incoming orgasm that was one or two good bumps away from getting me off.
And wouldn’t you know it, as soon as we got to the Red Rock Canyon entrance, we hit some bumps that pushed me over the edge. I fought like hell to muffle my moans and cries, but that only made the intensity that much stronger. There was just something so erotically naughty about getting off from a bike, like it wasn’t supposed to happen.
Never once did Richard look back, and I have to admit, that killed me. It wasn’t because of a lack of attention, but rather, I was dying to see his face to see if he would give away that he knew. When I came down, I desperately wanted to ask him, but decided waiting until we got to the stopping point was a good idea.
When he did find a parking spot, I took several seconds to relax my arms.
“You OK?” he asked.
I was pretty sure that his voice revealed a hint of knowing, but if he actually did, he did a good job of keeping it subtle.
“I’m fine,” I said, my voice practically a pant. “Just… have never been on anything like that.”
“Yeah, most people say that.”
Most people? Or most women? Not that it matters… wow.
“Anyways, I thought we could go for a little hike before the sun goes down,” he said. “Shall we?”
“I think we shall,” I said, still gasping for air.
I waited until he turned away to check my shorts. They were wet.
Goddamnit.
At least I had the hot sun to blame for some of my sweat. I just had to hope… actually, if he did notice, maybe it would encourage him to go a step further. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
We hiked up a relatively easy trail, coming to a point where we could see all of Las Vegas, though the view came from such a distance that it was visible largely because of the lights coming to life. I fell into Richard’s arms, letting him stand behind me as we swayed under the setting sun.
“This is pretty majestic, huh?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice trailing off. “Listen, Natasha, I wanted to come here and talk to you about something. Nothing to do with you, just to be clear, but it’s important that you know it.”
With a prelude like that, I didn’t think that he was going to tell me this couldn’t work out. I thought he would have gotten to the point a lot faster than he did. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t feeling extraordinarily nervous.
“You know that I’m a member of a motorcycle club,” he said. “So far, you’ve only seen the good side of things. The money. The charm. The Red Door. But you haven’t seen the rougher, tougher side of things. I’ve hinted at them, but even I haven’t had to experience them until just yesterday.”
“Hmm?” I said, turning around, placing my hands on his back as I looked up at him.
He took a deep breath.
“Natasha, the group that killed your uncle also tried to shoot at us at The Red Door,” he said. “Thankfully, we were well protected, but we couldn’t stand by any longer. We went over and shot at their warehouse.”
He shook his head.
“I know that you’re probably used to dealing with a bunch of pretty boys who stay well above the law. Well, we stay well beneath it. We aren’t afraid of it, but we aren’t the good boys. We’re a bunch of tough, rough, mean assholes who believe in a code, but that code has a way of pissing off a lot of people. Frankly, probably shouldn’t have even told you that we shot them, but—”
“Stop,” I said gently, placing a hand on his chest. “It’s OK. I figured as much from my research on MCs.”
That undersold it a bit. I didn’t know what it was like to have to deal with someone who shot at another man until just now, and I couldn’t pretend that the first feeling was one of excitement. It wasn’t like I wanted Richard to get involved in shootouts and gunfire.
But if there was anyone whom I figured could handle a nasty situation like that, it was Richard. Richard looked like the kind of guy who took care of his shit and didn’t take no for an answer. The Savage Saints, as a whole, seemed that way too.
“Besides, I’m Russian,” I said. “We practically invented rough business. You think that scares me?”
Richard gave a humoring chuckle as he squeezed me in for a hug.
“I just wanted to let you know now before we go any further,” he said. “You need to know the full truth about me if we’re going to see what we could be.”
“I appreciate that,” I said with a gentle smile.
Interestingly enough, though Richard figured that was something that would have bothered me, there was something that hadn’t been discussed yet that I was curious to know more about.
“So, question—I saw that there was also a Savage Saints in some place called Green Hills in California. Can you explain what that is?”
“Oh, them,” Richard said. “We should start walking to the bike. This talk is going to take a while, and I don’t want us to suddenly look up and realize that the sun has set, and we have no chance of getting back to the bike.”
I accompanied him, standing by his side, as he outlined everything with his brother, Paul. I could begin to understand better where Richard’s adventurous attitude had come from now, especially when he contrasted it with Paul. It almost sounded like Paul was less of a brother and more of an uncle, a sort of figure that lorded over Richard rather than having an actual relationship with him.
I had no siblings and thus could not say what it was like, but I could see that Richard had some pretty conflicted opinions on it.
“So, yeah, I guess you could say I love him,” Richard said, leaning against his bike as the conversation wound down. “But he’s been dead now for over a decade. I don’t… I don’t keep in touch with his daughter. It’s too rough.”
“Have you ever thought of reaching out?”
Richard looked like he had something to say, but before anything could come up, he seemed to clam up. It was interesting to me how Richard could open up about shooting at the enemy or having to deal with an older brother’s shadow, but as soon as it came to dealing with his current family, there was absolute silence. I supposed that some subjects were just too tough to talk about in the present; some subjects could make a person visibly tense on the spot, and I’d found Richard’s.
“No,” he finally said, but it was painfully clear that was far from the complete answer.
Richard bowed his head. I went over to him, straddled his legs, and held him in a tight hug.
“It’s OK,” I said. “You do whatever you think is right.”
He turned up to me slowly, his eyes watery, as he leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him, too, softly, gently. I pulled back as I put my hands on his cheeks.
“You know,” he said. “I’m not going to lie. With no one else here, it’s so tempting to drive somewhere, take you out to the fields, and just fuck you until you come at least two or three times.”
My eyes went wide in shock—we’d gone from zero to sixty in the span of about two dozen words. And I had to say… so did my thoughts.
I had mentally flipped the switch from compassionate to aroused in an instant. It really did just take a single click.
“But right now, I’m trying to make this work as a relationship,” he said. “Maybe that’s stupid, I know your father is in the way, but—”
“Shh,” I said before kissing his forehead. “You’re so cute. I feel the same way.”
And then I remembered that my shorts were wet.
“But if you make me wait much longer, I’m going to have to start pleasuring myself in front of you. And at that point, if you still make me wait, I’m just going to think you like men, and I’ll find someone who wants me.”
“Haha! I’m pretty sure you don’t have to worry about that,” Richard said. “Come on. Where do you want me to drop you off at?”
“The club?”
But to my surprise, Richard shook his head no.
“Tuesdays and Wednesdays are nights for the club members to let loose a bit and have some fun,” he said. “By now, all the dudes probably have their faces buried in some tits somewhere and Mama’s probably high as a kite. I don’t think that’s something you’ll want to see quite yet.”
“But—”
“Trust me, Natasha,” he said with a smirk. “Someday, yes. But your first party at the club should probably not be the second date.”
Now, like me wanting sex with him, I was just so damn curious more than anything else. It wasn’t that I would have wanted the party on its own, but Richard, perhaps without realizing, had hyped it up so much that I just had to see what this party looked like. It was the fact that it was so different from what my father would have thrown that made it so arousing.
“Damnit, Richard,” I said, patting his shoulder. “Alright, fine. Just any casino on this side of town.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m twenty-six, remember?”
Richard batted his eyes.
