I removed my flats and ascended the stairs barefoot, making sure to step lightly. I didn't even make it two steps when Mason opened the door and caught me in the act. He was grinning and carrying a bunch of ropes in his hands.
“Trust me, trying to escape isn't worth it. There's plenty of men up there that will gladly shoot you and send your pieces to your brother.”
“Going to tie me up after all?” I replied, stepping back into the basement.
“We're going to have a little fun.” His smile stretched all across his face as he pulled the ropes taut. My heart jumped into my throat. I wanted to run for it but there was no getting by Mason. He was too big and strong.
I shook my head and backed up into a corner. “Please don't do this,” I pleaded with him. The thought of being forced against my will on this cold cement floor made me want to puke.
“It's not what you think, Claire.” Mason produced a bulky Polaroid camera from behind his back. “We need to send some pictures to your brother. I promise I'll only keep you tied up for the photo shoot.” The look in his eyes told me differently. He stared at my breasts under my shirt with x-ray vision.
But I didn't have much say in the matter. Mason might have been one of the better bikers but I had no doubt he'd beat me senseless if I didn't follow the rules. “Go ahead and tie me up then.”
Mason grabbed my wrist and pulled me up the stairs. “Not here. We're going to do this in my room. We don't want Byron to think that we're treating you poorly.” He dragged me along, out of the basement and into the bar. It must have been early in the morning but the place was filled with bikers drinking and fucking prostitutes on the pool tables. I watched as one of the women moaned, being choked hard by the fat guy that hit me the day before. My hand felt my sore cheek that was surely all black and blue.
I followed Mason up another set of stairs and came to a bedroom with only a queen-sized bed and a desk. Mason closed the door behind us and threw the ropes onto the bed. “Is this where you force yourself on me?”
Mason almost slapped me across the face. “You sure got a mouth on you. I don't like to hit women but I will if I need to.”
“All you bikers are the same,” I murmured to myself.
“Your brother must beat you around a lot. You probably deserved it. Now sit down on the bed.”
He didn't know how right he was. Byron was overprotective to the point where it was always my fault. His hand crossed my face more times than I wanted to remember. Sometimes he let one of his “brothers” deal out the punishment if I ever got out of line. If the Black Widows ever give me back to him, Byron is going to unleash hell on me.
Mason grabbed the ropes and tied my hands behind my back, making sure the rope dug into my wrists. “If this is just for show, why do they have to be so tight?”
Mason tightened the ropes further until my wrists almost snapped. “I want him to see the discomfort on your face. It will make it more believable.” Mason breathed in deeply sniffing my hair. I almost gagged. He grabbed a roll of duct tape and tore off a piece with his teeth. He placed it over my mouth, carefully making sure not to get any of my hair stuck.
Mason stepped back away and looked me up and down. “It just need a little more.” He grabbed my colorful top and pulled it down, ripping it in several places until one of my black bra was exposed. He stared down at my cleavage, his finger tracing the top of my mountain peaks. The burning desire in his eyes was evident and his touch felt so good. The thought of him taking me all tied up on the bed awoke a passion in the pit of my stomach.
Mason broke away and fiddled with the Polaroid camera. My blood was screaming in my veins, telling me to let him have every inch of you. Good thing my mouth was taped shut, otherwise I'd be telling him to fuck me silly.
Mason put the camera to his eye and stared through the viewfinder. “I need your eyes bigger. Make it seem like you're in grave danger.”
Mason snapped away, the camera spitting out Polaroids onto the ground. I felt like a dirty model where the photographer would ask at some point for me to take my top off. I would have done it if Mason asked.
Mason put the camera down and bent over to pick up some of the developing pictures. He waved the Polaroid through the air until it came into view. “Looks perfect,” he said, showing me the photo. This was the first chance I got to see myself since they kidnapped me. My hair was all over the place and dark makeup ran down my eyes from crying so much. The photo would definitely get Byron's attention.
Mason ripped off the duct tape from my lips and untied my hands. My wrists felt a little raw but they'd heal.
“So why is your MC doing this?”
“Doing what?” Mason asked, placing the ropes on the desk.
I tried to fix my hair as best I could without a mirror. My makeup was a lost cause. “Trying to get after Byron. What did he do to you guys?”
“The Fires of Hell want our territory. We're striking first. Hoping we can come to an agreement before our MCs shed too much blood.”
I laughed. “And you think he's going to give up everything for me?”
Mason looked me in the face, his dark eyes staring into my soul. “I would.”
“Do I have to go back to the basement?” I asked.
Mason collected the rest of the photos. “You can stay in my room until the trade. I need to get these to Blaze and then delivered to Byron. You might be here for a little while longer so get comfortable. And don't try anything stupid. All those bikers downstairs are armed and I don't want to see your bullet-ridden corpse bleeding all over the place.”
After he left, I ran to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. Those sadistic fucks probably wanted me to piss myself down there in the basement. I looked around the sink and medicine cabinet for anything that could be used as a weapon. Mason was good to me but who knows what the others might do. The drawers were filled with all sorts of women's products. Makeup of all different kinds and tampons. How many women did Mason bring up here?
I rubbed the mascara off that had run down my face and reapplied my makeup with whatever I could scrounge up from the drawers. I stared at myself in the mirror for what felt like days. Could I get out of this situation alive? Even if I did, was Byron the one I wanted to go back to?
Guns scared the hell out of me. Byron used to take me shooting out in the desert with his biker friends before the MC days. I got pretty good with a pistol—could hit a empty can from twenty yards away. But that wasn't the same as pointing it at a human being and firing. I checked the magazine and saw that it was hollow. Even an empty gun could be used effectively.
I sat down on the edge of the bed with the pistol on my lap. My fingers traced the cold steel, running along the barrel. I listened hard for footsteps outside the door. I needed to take Mason by surprise. Maybe use him as a hostage to escape this hell. But there were so many armed bikers downstairs. Even if I got away, a storm would follow me wherever I went. I'd be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.
A creaky floorboard outside the door brought me to attention. My finger wrapped around the trigger as I raised the gun. The blood was thumping in my ears, my hands shaking. The doorknob turned and the door slowly opened.
Mason walked in and his eyes burst open. “What the fuck are you doing, Claire?”
I tried to keep the gun steady, remembering what Byron taught me. Breathe, Claire. “You're my ticket out of here, Mason.”
Mason smirked and let out a little laugh. He stepped forward, paying no attention to the gun pointed at his chest. “You think I'm scared,” he said. “You don't have the balls to shoot me.”
“Don't test me, motherfucker! I'll fucking kill you if I have to.” My voice cracked as I yelled. I wasn't the most convincing.
Mason took another step forward until the gun was only inches away from his chest. He was right though, even if the gun was loaded, there was no way I could kill someone. Like lightning, his hand came out of nowhere and smacked the gun right out of my hands. It went fl
ying through the air, spinning and landing on the desk where it belonged.
Mason jumped at me, pushing me down onto the bed. “I should whip you for that.” His eyes were dark and full of rage. The full weight of his body was crushing me and his face was only millimeters from mine. I tried to squirm out of his grasp but he had me pinned right where he wanted. My chest heaved up and down, begging for any air my lungs could get a hold of.
He glanced down at my parted lips and I knew exactly what he wanted. I wanted it even more. Kiss me. Kiss me god dammit!
Mason heard my invisible pleas and pressed his mouth against mine. Everything fell away. The horrible frat party, the kidnapping, the biker nightmare. It was all gone. Only Mason and I were left.
Chapter Nine
Mason
The bitch thought she could pull a gun on me? One that wasn't even loaded? Claire's eyes gave everything away. I could see the doubt, the terror, and the hesitation all there. She knew this plan wasn't going to work. So why even try?
I slapped the gun straight out of her hands. The shocked look on her face was priceless. My anger was bubbling to the surface. Claire deserved to be slapped around—taught a lesson that you never pull a gun on a Black Widow unless you intend to use it. She had no idea her defiance was making me so hard.
When Claire was all tied up on my bed, all I could think about what fucking her relentlessly as she screamed. My throbbing cock wouldn't be satisfied until it tasted her wet pussy.
I pushed Claire to the creaky bed and jumped on top of her, forcing my lips on hers. She resisted at first, trying to squirm away but the passion enveloped us. Her hair smelled like rain in the summer, her lips a fiery heat against mine. My hand moved between her silky legs and ran up her bare thighs, going underneath her skirt. Claire moaned against me. I pulled her messy hair and craned her neck to the side. The nape of her neck was soft and delicious as I took my first bite.
Claire's heavy breathing echoed in my ears. She tugged at my leather cut, trying to figure out a way to get it off. My kisses ran up her neck and behind her ear. Nothing could stop me from having her now. I slipped my arms out of my cut and threw it on the floor. Claire slowly lifted my white wife-beater, smiling deviously as she looked up at me. I tossed it to the side and Claire ran her nails across my inked chest.
“Why a spider?” she asked, circling the Black Widow tattoo across my pecs.
I shrugged. “Blaze thought it sounded badass. He wanted to strike fear in our enemies.”
“Are big bikers even scared of spiders?” Claire seemed to have already moved on to taking off my jeans. I tried to find a response but her fingers deftly unzipped my pants, stealing my attention. I swatted her hands away before she could expose my large shaft. She shouldn't get everything she wants.
I stretched Claire's blouse until it was over her head and on the floor. Her beautiful tits stared up at me in a black bra. I imagined my shaft resting in her cleavage, cum spurting out all over her chest. My cock hammered in my boxer briefs, begging to be released. It wasn't time yet.
I hiked up her skirt until her black panties saw the light of day. Claire closed her eyes and moaned as I pressed against her pubic mound. I could see her panties were already stained with her wetness. My finger ran on the inside of her underwear, lightly grazing her slit and collecting all her juices. I sucked on my wet finger, savoring the sweet flavor. “Do you know how good you taste, Claire?”
She shook her head, panting. I flipped her over until she was face down on my bed. I admired her smooth back and firm ass before unsnapping her bra. I littered kisses all down her spine, Claire shivering with goosebumps everywhere. I pulled up on her hips until Claire was on all fours. I slowly peeled her panties down until the rested around her knees.
“I've been thinking about fucking this ass the moment I met you,” I told her, rubbing her cheek with my open palm. I raised my hand back and let it loose, crashing it against her ass.
Claire screamed and begged for more. I slapped her ass repeatedly, watching as she snapped her head back, taking in all the pleasure, her ass becoming red and raw.
I spread her cheeks and buried my face into her wet pussy. My tongue ran between her lips and to her warm hole, my nose just barely touching her asshole. I tasted every inch of her and Claire could barely contain herself. I let her cream cover my entire face as I ate her out.
She rubbed her pussy up and down against my tongue. “I'm so close, Mason! Don't stop.”
I immediately pulled away and Claire's ass tried to follow me. “You're not going to come yet. Only around my thick cock.”
Claire turned back to me with a face of desperation. “Then fuck me now, Mason...before I burst.”
This slut was going to scream my name a thousand times before the day was over.
I grasped Claire's hips and pulled her ass against my raging hard-on. My balls were heavy and needed to be emptied. She purred as she slid her wetness up and down my shaft, my cock fitting perfectly between her lips.
“No more teasing,” I murmured, forcing all of me into Claire's tight hole. She rocked her head back and howled. Her pussy stretched as I filled every inch of her. I pushed deeper and deeper, my teeth clenched as I thrust in and out. Her soft ass jiggled with every pounding. The taste of her sweet pussy was still on my lips.
Her breathing quickened. Claire moaned at the top of her lungs. She was close. “Mason...”
“Come for me, baby,” I commanded, allowing her to finally succumb to her desires.
Claire shattered right in front of me, spasming over and over, bucking against me. I slapped her ass hard as she came around my cock. Her hands and legs could barely hold herself up. This whore was mine for the night and she wasn't going to stop getting fucked until I had no cum left.
“Harder...harder,” Claire begged me. I tugged at her curly hair and wrapped it around my fist, snapping her head back. I collided with her hard, sending her lurching forward on the bed. Her pussy was going to take my cock as deep as it could go.
The pleasure coursed through my veins like a raging river. Every thrust got me closer and closer to that peak.
“Come with me,” Claire yelled.
“Not yet.” I could come at any moment but I wasn't done with her. I lifted her backwards by just her hair until her hands left the bed and her chest was pushed outwards. She yelped every time I crashed into her. My balls were full of hot magma and my volcano needed to explode.
“I'm close, Claire,” I warned her.
“Come inside me, Mason. I need to feel you.”
Claire saying my name was my undoing. I let go and finally released. She climaxed again with me, struggling against my hold on her hair. I fucked Claire hard until every last drop of cum was unloaded into her pussy.
I pulled out and watched as she collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty mess, her back expanding and contracting with every breath. My seed leaked out of her and dried on the flannel comforter.
“How was that?” Claire asked in a daze, her hair all disheveled and covering her face.
I lay down next to her, feeling her naked body against me. “We're not done yet,” I said and Claire's eyes shot open.
“I don't know if I can take anymore, Mason.” Her voice faltered.
I brushed the hair out of her face. “Once I get a taste of you, you're mine for the entire night.”
Claire smiled and almost passed out. “I'll give you a breather,” I said. I took her hand and led it down below where she felt my cock already hard again. “But only for a moment. I'm ready to fuck your brains out.”
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A knock at the door woke me up in the middle of the night. I checked the clock next to the bed and it was only one in the morning. I looked next to me and Claire was sound asleep. She had kicked the covers off and her naked body was aglow in the moonlight.
I got out of bed and didn't even bother getting dressed. Whoever was interrupting me at this hour deserved an eyeful. I opened the door a sliver so they couldn't
see the mess I had made with Claire. Tank stood in the hallway all big and buff. He used to wrestle back in high school and he looked like he could still play.
“Prez needs to see you right away, Mason.” Tank scratched at his broom mustache.
“Be down in a moment.” I closed the door and looked back at Claire. Her perfect ass was nice and round, begging to be fucked again. My cock almost came to attention but I willed it away. I had more important things to think about. Why was Blaze wanting to meet so late at night? It could only have to do with Claire. If Blaze wanted me to do away with her, he'd have a fight on his hands. I wasn't done with the bitch yet. Not by a long shot.
I got dressed and made sure my Remington was loaded before putting it behind my back in my waistband. Blaze was sitting alone in the meeting room when I walked in and Tank closed the door, standing guard outside.
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