by Vivian Gray
“There’s water and washcloths there,” he said, pointing to a basin on the nightstand. “You clean up. I’ll come and see you again later.” He chuckled slowly, and his voice was so different from how it had been while he was fucking her that she didn’t know how to interpret what was happening. “I think I might just keep you to myself all weekend.”
He left the room before Laurie knew what was happening. She cleaned herself up, then huddled under the covers, trying to understand what had just happened. She’d been forced into sex she very much did not want in her head, though her cunt had clearly had different ideas. And she’d come harder than she ever had in her life.
She didn’t know who this man was, and she couldn’t decide whether or not it was a good thing that he was keeping her to himself.
She did know that it felt good to finger her bruised and aching cunt, the pain of her fingers making it sweeter when she came again, gasping into her pillow, before falling back asleep.
Chapter Five
Jacob
Jacob sat in the club’s war room, listening to what Snake-eye, Patriot, and Chandler had to say. While Jacob had been playing the role of visiting club leadership, the other three men had taken the opportunity to move around, as much as possible, in the Devil’s Weapons’ space. They had come to several conclusions.
“They’re not a real club,” Patriot said, rubbing his hand over his American flag T-shirt. The man had to have a dozen copies of the same fucking shirt, and every time one wore out, it was seamlessly replaced with a new one. Jacob had no idea where they all came from. “Or at least, they’re not yet.”
“Tell me more.” Jacob leaned back in his chair, listening intently.
“That space is too small to house even a dozen guys, not unless they’re double bunking. So either that’s not really their clubhouse, or they’re too small to need a real one. No positive way to say.”
Chandler nodded. “My money’s on another space where they lay down their hats, though my bet is on cheap motel rooms or something. I don’t know, Jake, it’s just not right. There’s something off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it either.
Jacob nodded, then glanced at Snake-eye. “And the girls?”
The man looked just as hesitant as the others had. “It’s so hard to get a read. Yeah, a couple of them looked drugged, but were they drunk or high on their own, or did the Weapons give them something to make them... compliant.”
Jacob’s mind flicked back to the girl who’d fought so hard but ended up coming on his cock. She had been anything but compliant, but goddamn she had been wet and eager for him. She had been exactly what he needed, and he had to stop thinking about her right now, or he’d be sporting wood talking to his men, and he needed to focus. “What about the ones we brought home?”
“Except for the new girl, we know all of them,” Snake-eye said. “They work around town. That Delilah girl, she’s even been here before.” Snake-eye’s voice always softened when he said Delilah’s name. It was kind of adorable, the way he didn’t admit that he was mushy-hearted for the beautiful woman. She was just the right kind of kinky for Snake, and she was gorgeous and had a steel spine to go with her velvet voice. She’d make an amazing old lady – if Snake ever got over his damn self and let her know he wanted more than just a chance to pay for her.
“And what about the new girl?”
Snake laughed. “Boss, you know more about her than we do. No one else has gone into that room; we know the girls you want to keep to yourself.”
Yeah, dammit, that did it; he was rock-hard, thinking about the way the girl’s eyes had bugged out when he shoved his cock down her throat and the way she’d gone wild on his cock as he slammed into her. She’d squeezed him so hard when she came that he’d had to force himself to hold back long enough to let her finish. He’d never been with a woman who was that much of a wildcat before, and he’d found himself some wild fucking women.
“So what I’m hearing,” Jacob said, needing the meeting to wrap up so he could get back to that room and let go of the tension shooting through him like nothing ever had before, “is that we’re still convinced something is up, but we don’t have any more proof than we did before.”
The men all nodded.
“Alright,” Jacob said. “Snake, you talk to your girl, see if she saw or heard anything that can help us. There’s a bonus in it for her, if she has good information.”
“My girl?”
Jacob couldn’t ever tell if Snake-eye was playing dumb when he said shit like that, or he truly didn’t know what Jacob was talking about. “Yes, you idiot, your fucking girl. Go get her to bounce on your cock for a bit, then ask her what she saw at the Weapons’ location. Report back after you’ve gotten off a few times, alright?” He laughed a little. “She’s welcome to a spot with the club, if you’re ever brave enough to offer it to her.”
There was nothing like seeing a grizzled biker turn beet-red like a middle school kid with a crush and a stiffy.
Speaking of a crush and a stiffy. “Anything else we need to discuss?”
The men laughed. “Who needs to have a girl bouncing on his cock now?” Patriot said, his eyes carefully focused away from Jacob.
“Me, you sons of bitches,” Jacob said, standing as he chuckled. “Got a problem with that?”
He expected raucous laughter to send him out of the room; when the three men paused and looked between themselves, he was more than a little surprised.
“Gentlemen?”
Everyone stared at Snake-eye, who had clearly been nominated as spokesperson. The older man sighed heavy. “We’re just worried, boss. No one’s ever seen you go like this. You picked her out, told us to buy her in the lot, and then told everyone that no one’s going in her room but you. We heard the noise coming from there before; sounded like you were turning her inside out she was so loud. Hell, I think the whole neighborhood heard.”
“And?”
“Just worried is all,” Snake said. “It’s a tough time for the club, and no one wants to think you’re distracted.”
“Then I better go fuck her out of my system, so I’m not.” Jacob hadn’t meant his voice to be so harsh, but he wasn’t pleased about their questions, either. He had run the club like a machine since the day he picked it up from the ashes. Yeah, he’d always been a player, fucking club girls and prostitutes and anyone else who suited his fancy. But she too suited his fancy. She was exactly the type that got him throbbing; thinking herself maybe not above this life, but definitely not part of it. She was taking a step outside, into the dark, because she had to, finding herself full of his cock and his hands and more, for no other reason than because he wanted it that way. He didn’t think she was naive; he was sure she just needed people to think she was naive. Why did she need that? For the first time, he found himself caring.
He was disconcerted enough by his behavior; he sure as hell didn’t need the men questioning his reasoning right now.
He strode through the club, not caring if his cock was hard enough to be visible through his denim. He pushed through the door and locked it behind him again.
The girl was curled up at the head of the bed, sitting up. When she saw him, her eyes went wide, and her nipples went hard. It was impossible to miss against the silky material of her slip.
“Here,” he snapped, pointing at the floor in front of him. “Now.”
It took her a second to figure out her role in all of this, but then she was kneeling in front of him, her eyes still wide. He took a good, solid grip of her hair, and pulled her back so she was looking up at him. “How much do you like pain?” he asked.
She swallowed hard. “I—I don’t know…”
Her whimper was more like a moan. It went straight to his cock and made him twitch. “I don’t fucking care. That’s the part I need you to realize right now. I bought you, I own you, and you’ll take what I give you. You’ll shut your mouth, and you’ll take it? Are we clear?”
She opened her mouth, t
hen shut it again, and nodded. He’d expected a murderous look in her eyes, but instead, she looked fuck-drunk from the pain. God, she really was perfect, wasn’t she?
Jacob pulled the girl up to her feet, then spun her around so her hands were on the bed and her ass was up in the air. He didn’t even need to lift the little slip; it was so short that her ass was already bare. From here, he saw how the front of it fell down, and with just a little shifting he saw her tiny breasts hanging down. God, he was so hard he hurt already.
He pulled his belt free from its loops and doubled it, snapping it in his hands. The girl shivered, drawing a grin from him. He took a moment to massage her ass, tight and round. God, the girl was just that; she couldn’t be more than twenty-five. Her pussy was wet and shining again, and she groaned a little at his hands on her flesh. He was still grinning when he drew back and cracked the belt across her ass.
Her entire body went tense, absolutely rigid. He expected her to scream, was almost waiting for the sound. Instead, she let out a long, low sound and shifted. Her ass bending up, as if she was begging for another strike.
So he gave it to her. Again and again, the belt falling on her ass and the tops of her thighs. She never screamed, just moaned and whimpered and arched, looking for more. His cock was throbbing hard, and her cunt was so very wet, but he forced himself to stay focused on the whipping he was giving her. She took every stroke and even though she didn’t say a word, he was sure she wanted more.
When his want for her cunt finally overwhelmed his want for the slap of the belt on her ass, he tossed it down, stripped off his T-shirt and dropped his jeans and boxers on the ground. He pulled her up to face him; her cheeks were streaked with tears, and she looked absolutely delirious with pleasure. He loved a girl who got off on being whipped.
He stretched out on the bed and pulled her into his lap; she came willingly enough, though she was avoiding his eyes again. He set his cock at her entrance and pulled her down until he was balls deep in her. She groaned again, her small hands curled into fists and resting on his abs.
“Ride me,” he said, shifting his hips underneath her.
She shook her head hard, her body rigid. “It hurts,” she said.
He slapped her face and felt her gush on him again, shifting over him without conscious thought. “Did I ask?”
She whimpered, but she started to move, sliding up and down his cock, keeping her balance with those fisted hands. God, he couldn’t remember the last time a girl had taken his cock this easily. She winced a few times, when she’d clearly shifted in the wrong way, but there wasn’t resistance. When she’d said it hurt, he was positive he meant her ass – which was absolutely going to bruise – not his cock where he was fucking her. He was aching, and he had to hold back with everything he had not to shatter inside of her without a thought.
“Faster,” he told her.
“I can’t.” She shook her head fiercely.
On her next downward motion, he drove his hips up hard, pushing deeper than he suspected she’d like. She cried out, her hands opening and digging into him with a desperate hiss. “You can do as you’re told,” he snarled out.
“If I do—” She swallowed hard. “If I do, I’ll come again, and I can’t. I can’t.” There were tears on her cheeks again, and he found himself confused. A girl who said she couldn’t come during rape play was standard, but this – this was just rough, harsh sex, and the whole point was screaming orgasms made better by the intense sensations.
“Of course you can.” Jacob couldn’t keep the confusion out of his voice. “Do you need permission? Is that what you want? We can play that way; I just need to know.”
“What? I don’t – I don’t understand.”
He wasn’t sure what made something in him soften. If she was that innocent girl he thought, maybe she was new at this. At rough sex, at harsh play. Maybe he’d misjudged her experience? He wanted to be softer with her, all of a sudden. That was virtually unheard of for him. He’d never had soft sex in his life, had never seen the point. But somehow, this girl’s tear-streaked face made him want more than just getting off. He’d always been absolutely sure his girl enjoyed herself too, but this was different. He wasn’t sure why, but it was.
He pulled out from her and gently urged her onto her back. She went where he pushed her, but her movements were limp, a little loose. He thought about sliding back into her here but chose a different tactic. He pressed her thighs apart gently, running his tongue up her thigh until his mouth closed over her pussy. She let out a hiss of breath and her hands tangled in his hair. For a second, he thought she was going to try and push him away, but no – no, she was absolutely holding him in place.
He slipped his hands under her ass to hold her still and went to work. He fucked her with his tongue, moved up to nip at her clit, pressed fingers into her sweet, clenching cunt, and ran his tongue over every bit of her. She slammed against his face, grinding down on him, and he felt her trembling on the precipice of something huge.
He pulled back for just a moment, his fingers slowing and stilling inside of her while she cursed a blue streak in the air. “Still want to tell me you can’t come?” He curled his fingers up, hitting that special spot behind her pubic bone, and watched her curl up and gasp.
“Please,” she begged, her hips wild and slamming down onto his fingers again and again. He knew she just needed a little push, a tiny bit more – and she wasn’t going to get it until he heard what he wanted.
“Please what?”
The words came out hesitantly, like she wasn’t used to talking dirty. “Please – fuck me – until I come. Please.”
“Are you going to do what you’re told?”
There wasn’t any hesitation this time, just the harsh grinding of her desperate body. “Yes. Please. Just. Yes.”
“Then come for me,” he said, and his mouth closed over her clit again, sucking brutally.
It took just a second before her body went rigid. Her cunt squeezed so tight around his fingers he could barely move them, and she made a low, desperate keening noise as tiny movements of her hips took her up to the edge and over it. When the pleasure broke, she let out another low, gasping cry, her cunt pulsing around his fingers as she sank down, boneless. She was whimpering out faint words, little prayers, and exclamations, it sounded like.
This was his cue to fuck her again, deal with his own aching erection. A number of images flashed through his mind. Flipping her over and fucking her on her stomach, ass up to give him the access he wanted. Slamming into her here, pulling her legs up and around him so he could drill down into her. Stroking hard and coming in her face to show her what a little cum hungry slut she was.
But of all the fucking things, what he really wanted to do was to hold this girl and stroke her hair back from her face. It was the weirdest thing, and he was angry at the urge in himself. This wasn’t who he was; this wasn’t who he could afford to be. He had to be hard, strong, the leader of a gang of thieves and murderers who manufactured and sold drugs – high-quality drugs to adults who were making solid decisions about what they were doing, but still drugs. He couldn’t be the kind of guy who focused on being sweet to a girl.
But as the post-orgasmic bliss faded, she curled up on her side, hugging her knees to her chest – he didn’t know if it was because her ass was blooming in beautiful red bruises and speckles already or because she wasn’t used to being fucked so hard, or something else. Normally, he just wouldn’t have given a shit – maybe pass her an extra-large tip on her way out the door – but at this moment he did.
However, he couldn’t afford to care about her feelings.
Yet he still moved up the bed, his hard cock bobbing, and stroked her hair back from her face. She flinched away from his touch; that made something in him turn inside out. Oh no. Oh, hell no.
He forced the fear – and the anger, if he was right, the rage that was going to consume him if he was right was going to bring death and vengeance down on anyone who
had been involved in this – out of his mind. He had to be gentle with this girl.
“Hey,” he said, forcing his voice to be soft and mild, like he was talking to one of the kids that sometimes moved around the club, clinging to Daddy’s leather and looking around with eyes as big as dinner plates. “Hey. Can we talk a little bit?”
She looked up at him after a moment, and her eyes were rimmed with red. She swallowed hard, and then found a watery smile that he suspected she thought was sexy. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?” She shifted her position so that her tits and ass were shown off in a better light, and he questioned himself for just a moment. If she was putting on a show, she was goddamn good at it.
He pushed her hair back from her face again, and this time she leaned into the touch like a kitten. “How’d you end up at the auction anyway?”
The way she went still knocked the flickering hope that he was mistaken right out of his head. The smile and the flirting came back, but her eyes were cold and far away. “The usual story, you know. My parents are – I’m an orphan. They didn’t leave me with anything. I’m in college, about to start this crash course thing in programming, but the tuition is a lot. I saved for months, but then my car broke down, so I needed to get the payment together really fast.” She let out a laugh, and unless he had been paying very, very close attention, he wouldn’t have noticed that it was entirely fake. “I figured that making some money on my back with my mouth open was better than a lot of options.”
