Hard as Steel

by Jenika Snow

  There had never been a man that was so intent on pleasing her, or maybe by him pleasing her he was also pleasing himself?

  She was unceremoniously flipped onto her belly and positioned so her toes touched the floor and she had to balance on them. Her ass was in the air and he pushed her thighs apart. There was no question that he could see every intimate part of her, and as if to prove her point she felt him run his finger over her folds.

  He gathered her moisture and brought it to her anus, the hole that had never been breached. “I want your hands above you. The same rules apply as before, Eloise.” He leaned forward so his chest covered her back and gripped a chunk of her hair, pulling her head up so her neck was bared. He whispered in her ear in a rough growl, “I hope you do disobey me, because the punishment will be oh so sweet.” He let go of her hair and smoothed his hand down the length of her spine, stopping at the top of her ass and giving it a forceful slap. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was highly erotic, and she wanted to hear more of it. Lifting her ass, she presented more of it to him, hoping he would take the hint. All she got was a richly dark laugh.

  He brought more moisture to her anus, and just as she closed her eyes and savored the taboo nature of his act, he pushed his finger into her ass. On instinct she reached back, not realizing her mistake until Steel pulled away from her. She immediately put her hands back where they were and mumbled an apology.

  “Too late, sweetheart.”

  She heard him move across the floor but didn’t dare look back. Would he actually spank her until she couldn’t walk? Did he like hearing a woman cry out as he brought his palm down on their flesh? Just when fear started to take control of her he was back, his chest on her back. His heat seeped into her, easing away the fear that tried to control her. She had never had a man do half the things Steel had just done, and although some may have seemed tame, she did want more, wanted it darker.

  “What I want to do to you is meant to pleasure you. Fear does not belong here, and does not belong in what we are experiencing together, Eloise.” He kissed the side of her head and she was surprised at the comforting gesture. Steel didn’t seem like the type of man that would take the time to reassure a woman he was fucking, but he did with her and that went a long way in helping her trust for him grow.

  “I just want to make you feel good. Trust me, baby. Trust me to take care of you.” He didn’t move and just let his words sink in. He seemed to be waiting for her reply.

  “Okay.” The single word came out on her exhale. Steel gripped her chin and turned her so their lips met. The kiss was soft, sweet. His demeanor right now was so unlike the persona he displayed that she was taken aback by it. When the kiss ended their eyes locked. His silent question hung between them and she swallowed, knowing what he wanted to hear and knowing she had to go with her instinct.

  “I trust you.”

  He didn’t smile, just leaned in, and gave his response with a press of his mouth to hers. When his chest left her back, she buried her face in the mattress, breathing in the scent that was all Steel, her hardened biker. There was no time for her to think about what-ifs as the feel of something hard and painful slammed against her ass cheek. She gasped out, looked over her shoulder, and saw he held her brush. He spanked her with the smooth, flat side of it, and the fact that she liked it, like the pain, should have disgusted her. As it was, she grew more aroused.

  Over and over he spanked her until, the agony and ecstasy became one. The more he spanked her the more excited she became. Her pussy felt wetter, more swollen, and against all odds, she wanted to come again. She might be sexually exhausted, so sated that she could hardly move, but she wanted more. A lot more.

  Steel brought the brush down on her ass for the fourth time and she strained forward. Every part of her back and bottom felt hot, sensitive. Endorphins exploded inside of her and the rush of pleasure had warm tears sliding down her cheeks and coating the sheets beneath her. There was no sound coming from Steel, just the steady noise of the brush hitting her flesh. Every time she heard it, that thump on her body, her pussy would clamp down and her nipples would tingle.

  “Such a good girl, Eloise.” Another strike to her ass. “You’re my good girl, my gorgeous fucking girl.” He smoothed his hand over her ass. “So responsive.” One more, this time on her inner thighs. She had since eased her legs open, loving that every once in a while a strip would graze her labia, causing a sharp lash that had her growing slicker. She wanted his cock in her, wanted him filling her. Most of all, she wanted his dick in her ass. It was such a foreign desire, one that she never thought she would entertain.

  He must have spanked her a dozen times before she was crying into the sheets for him to stop, for him to give her more.

  “Beg me to fuck your ass. Beg me to spread these red cheeks, covered with my marks, and shove into your tight little asshole.” When she didn’t answer right away, he slapped her ass with his open palm.

  “Yes, please. Do it. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard.” Cool air shifted over her anus when he spread her cheeks. He moved her moisture from her pussy to the puckered hole and slowly started working the digit inside. There was a slight bit of discomfort, but then he added a second finger and started scissoring them inside of her, stretching her for what he was about to push into her.

  For several tortured minutes, he fucked her ass with his fingers while his other hand ran circles around her clit. It was a slow burn of desire that made her desperate for him, but it wouldn’t get her off. She knew what he was doing, knew he was waiting for her to come until he was buried deep in her ass.

  The sheets were bunched in her fists and she couldn’t contain the moans that continually spilled from her as he moved his fingers in her ass and teased her clit with his other hand. Her pussy clenched, trying to grab onto something, but disappointment slammed into her when there was nothing for her to grip on to. He removed his probing fingers and replaced them with the very broad, very hot tip of his shaft. He was big and her hole was very small. Pain lanced through her when he tried to push past the tight ring of muscle.

  “Bear down, baby. It’ll go in nice and smooth if you relax.” She did as he asked and felt her eyes widen when he finally slid into her. The discomfort took her breath away, and when he was fully embedded inside of her, the gentle slap of his balls becoming wet from her moisture, she let the breath she hadn’t realized she held in, out.

  With her eyes closed and her mind trying to wrap itself around what she was experiencing, she didn’t realize Steel had leaned forward until she felt one of his hands encompass both of her wrists. He raised them above her so far that she felt the strain in her shoulders. His other hand braced on the spot right between her shoulder blades. He used his weight above her, pushing her into the mattress as he started to slowly slide in and out of her ass. It was a strange feeling, being filled back there, but with each thrust and retreat, she started to feel the fullness and discomfort start to morph into something even more wicked, and even more delicious.

  The sound of slippery skin moving together, of his balls slapping against her swollen, wet pussy, was a driving fuel to the ecstasy that was climbing in her body and just lying in wait to explode. She forced her head up and saw the mirror on the dresser right across from her. She could see Steel’s powerful body above hers. His skin was golden and sweat slicked, and his muscles bunched and taut as his hips pushed in and pulled out of her. His gaze was riveted to the spot where his cock disappeared and a look of unadulterated lust covered his expression.

  “Jesus.” Steel’s voice was deep and distorted and, as if he couldn’t help himself, his speed increased and his thrusts intensified. She felt droplets of his sweat drip onto her back, and she found herself lifting her ass onto his dick, needing to be impaled by him more.

  “Damn, baby. Fucking hell, that’s so damn good.” The pressure on her back intensified, and she stilled, letting Steel control her, do whatever the hell he wanted to because that is what she wanted. God…yes. That
is so what she wanted. “You are so damn good. So good, that I’m never going to get enough. Never.”

  His words had warmth spreading through her, but she didn’t let the idea that he may want something more from her than one night alter what she knew in her heart. When the night was over, that would be the end of them; she just knew it.

  Faster. Harder. He started fucking her so fiercely that her body was shifting up the bed, and he had to stop twice to pull her back down on his dick. The material beneath her became wet from her juices and she spread her legs wider, trying to rub herself on the material, trying to settle the desperation inside of her.

  “Please, Steel.” Her words were muffled against the sheets.

  “Please what?” Gruff, deep and hard, Steel’s words gave her the strength to tell him what she wanted.

  “I need it. Please, let me come.”

  “Ah, fuck, baby. All you have to do is ask, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want.” His fingers slipped between her body and the mattress, and he started flicking her clit back and forth. It only took him three hard presses on her clit and she was coming hard. Her ass tightened around his shaft and he fucked her harder.

  “Yes, Eloise. Squeeze that sweet little fucking ass on my cock. Suck the cum from me.” His hand on her wrists tightened to the point she knew there would be bruises, but she welcomed them. The pain made it better, made the pleasure more carnal. He grunted once and pumped into her hard, so hard that she cried out as an unexpected tremor worked its way through her.

  Even though he wore a condom she could feel the throbbing of his orgasm. It was a heady feeling, and she wished there was nothing between them so that she could feel the force of his desire wash inside of her. Steel collapsed on top of her, their breathing ragged, their skin sweat-slicked. She couldn’t hold her eyes open, couldn’t process the exhaustion that he caused within her.

  Her night with Steel had been a surprise, but there hadn’t been the kinky BDSM acts she thought their one night would entail, the darker pleasures she desperately craved. But he’d appeased her desire for right now, given her more than she could even understand; yet she wanted more. She wanted so much more. He certainly showed her he liked to be in control, but he had also been gentle and caring. She felt the heavy weight of him roll off her, but before she let the comforting blanket of sleep take her away, she felt Steel pull her into a tight embrace. He whispered something into her hair, but she was already drifting away, letting the pleasurable soreness in her body be the last thing she registered.

  Steel sat in the confines of church the following day aware of his woman working next door. Eloise didn’t know shit about working at the club, but it had been cute for the last hour to watch her try. Deanna was doing everything she could to help her get settled in. There was no way he was letting her go back to that scumbag of a boss. He wanted to keep an eye on her and had already told the other brothers of the club that she was off limits. Steel didn’t like to share his pussy, and Eloise was certainly his.

  One night with Eloise was never going to be enough for him.

  “So, we’ve got to take Daniella to her father today,” Demon said, bringing him back to the business at hand. Church at the Soldiers of Wrath was a chance for everyone to catch up, but to get business taken care of, too. The club didn’t run itself. Demon was one hell of a Prez and kept them all in line, and for the most part, out of the line of fire.

  “Why are we fucking babysitters again,” Striker asked. The other brother sat in the corner, sporting a black eye from Weasel. “We’ve got better things to do.”

  “You’ve got better things to do?” Demon asked. “Maybe you should think about that fucking patch you’re supporting on your jacket, Striker.”

  “Demon—”

  “No, you don’t get to fucking ‘Demon’ me. I’m the one who runs this fucking club. I decide what you get to do and not do.”

  Steel stared at his club president, who was looking at everyone.

  “If you’ve got a fucking problem, stand up, and I’ll be happy to deal with whatever shit you’ve got to say,” Demon said.

  None of the brothers could take Demon in a fight. They’d all get pummeled into the floor and be lucky to get out alive. Demon wasn’t known for taking shit, it was why he’d lasted this long as president. He proved his weight in gold to the club. There were fewer deaths, more respect, and a hell of a lot to look forward to in life.

  Before Demon took over the Soldiers, Steel wouldn’t have dared bring a sweet thing like Eloise around the club. Demon got in as president and took all the scum out of the club. There were a lot of men around the table today who owed Demon far more than their lives; they owed him their years of loyalty and servitude. A life doesn’t even begin to cut it in the scheme of things.

  “Zeke’s running us around for his daughter,” Striker said.

  Demon slammed is fist on the table. Something snapped underneath and the men quickly grabbed the table to stop it from falling onto their legs.

  “Zeke is a necessary fucking evil in our lives right now. The Soldiers can take care of one little girl. What’s the problem?”

  “Daniella isn’t a problem,” Shakes said. “You got a problem with her, you take it up with me.”

  The whole table grew silent.

  “No, Shakes. You can fuck any cunt you want, but you leave that one alone. Zeke’s a necessary evil for us. I’m not having that crazy motherfucker coming after us because one of my boys couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”

  “Prez, Daniella is a grown woman—”

  “I don’t give a fuck if it’s my grandmother, Shakes. Keep your dick in your pants. There are plenty of bitches here who’ll be happy to rub that little itch you’ve got going,” Demon said.

  The stare off between Shakes and Demon didn’t go well. “I haven’t fucked her.”

  “Keep it that way. I’m not going to give Zeke any excuses to come after my men. My priority is this club, keeping you lot alive. We’re just an MC club to this guy. He doesn’t give a shit.”

  “Well, I’ve got some news that’s interesting,” Joker said, speaking up.

  “What?” Steel asked, amused with the way the meeting was going. Every now and then he saw Eloise moving around the bar through the windows. She kept tripping over her own feet; it was so cute. He couldn’t wait to get her alone once again.

  She wasn’t ready to give the guys in the club a show, but when she was, he’d be more than happy to fuck whenever he got the chance. Her pussy was so fucking tight and hot. There was so much he could teach her to enjoy. She was like a blank canvas waiting for an artist, and he was a great artist.

  “Zeke’s put a hit out on his wife.”

  “What?” Shakes asked.

  This was getting interesting or fucking crazy.

  “I got the order last night. He wants her dead by the end of the weekend. It’s why Daniella was here. He didn’t want her near mommy dearest.”

  “For fuck sake.” Demon got to his feet. They all took a step back from the broken table. “Just once I want to do this shit easy.”

  “What are you going to do?” Shakes asked.

  “Kill her. What else can I do? Daniella can’t know.”

  “So, we escort her back home and Joker leaves the group before we’re at Zeke’s,” Demon said. “I’m not interested in pissing Zeke off. I’ve got a woman to worry about and he helps us. His name provides protection as well. Zeke’s far reaching.”

  “I agree with Demon,” Joker said. “We’re not suffering for our association with Zeke. Yeah, we transport the drugs but we’ve got no fuckers fighting for our turf anymore. Zeke’s name helps us and I don’t know about you fuckers, but I’m sick of dying for shit like land. We’re not living in the past. This is our MC, our town, and I prefer worrying about other shit than war.”

  “I’m with them,” Steel said. They’d all been in many fights over the years over turf. The Soldiers of Wrath had lost a lot of men
for the ground they were living on. He didn’t want to watch another brother being buried because some little upstart thought they could have the club.

  Then men all nodded in agreement at Demon’s assessment.

  Striker held his hands up. “Fine. I’m sorry I spoke out of turn. I don’t want to end up dead for anyone else but this club.”

  “I made a deal with Zeke. You die; it’s because of me. I’m not interested in adding bodies to our scores.”

  Death was part of the MC life, but it didn’t have to be.

  Steel glanced toward the window in time to see Eloise laughing. He wondered what made her smile. She was fast becoming an obsession of his.

  “None of us want to add bodies,” Steel said. “We’re all here trying to make a life for ourselves. I, for one, don’t want to watch another one of us die.” He had blood on his hands from the time he’d spent in this club.

  “Then it’s done. Joker, we’ll ride out now and take Daniella back home. You’ll handle the kill.”

  “Zeke wants her to suffer.”

  “Take Nerd with you. He likes to make people suffer.”

  “It’s a woman,” Joker said. “I’m like Nerd on this one, making a bitch suffer is going to be hard.”

  “Then do what you need to do. If you don’t make her suffer, I don’t give a fuck. The whore hasn’t hurt my woman,” Demon said. “The rest of you, we ride out. We’ll leave the prospects to take care of our women.” Demon looked down at the table that was on the floor. “And I’ll get another table for our next meeting.” He leaned down, slamming the gavel onto the table. “Dismissed.”