MANHANDLED: Sigma Saints MC

by Nicole Fox

  His hands were clawing all over my body and pushing me closer to him, even though we were pressed against each other.

  My bra was suddenly unclasped, and strong, callused hands cupped my breasts, kneading and teasing them. When he pinched my nipples, I let out a groan full of desire and impatience.

  “Look at you, baby. Tits out for the world to see.”

  King kept rubbing my breasts and grinding into me, the combined pleasure driving me insane.

  “What would you do if anyone walked by? What would they think? Look at that slut, letting that man do those things to her.”

  He let go of me suddenly, causing me to fall forward into him. He wrapped his arms around me, one at the back of my head and one on my waist, and brought his lips to mine again.

  One of his hands slipped to my ass, tracing the minute piece of string on my thong, wedged between my ass cheeks. With little effort, he’d ripped the thong down my legs and tossed it behind him.

  “Ever had a cock in your ass, baby?”

  I shook my head, not trusting myself to open my mouth and scream instead of respond.

  “We’ll save that for later, then.”

  King kept grinding his denim-clad cock up against me, heating me up and making me rock harder into him. The friction was unbearable.

  I needed him inside me.

  My hands found their way to his jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling down the zipper to free his massive cock. I’d forgotten how big it was and momentarily paused.

  King noticed instantly.

  “Don’t worry, baby, it’s been inside you before.”

  He placed one of my hands on his cock, with his hand directly on top so that we stroked his length in unison.

  “Do you want it inside your pussy or in your mouth?”

  I clenched my legs together at the thought, not knowing which one I’d prefer.

  “Pussy it is,” King decided for me.

  Pushing me up against the alley wall, King spun me around, so that my back was to him.

  “Hands on the wall.”

  I leaned forward deeply, placing my hands on the wall and spreading my legs.

  “I can see your pussy. It’s all wet and shiny for me. I’ll slide right in.”

  King was rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating it in my juices and giving it the occasional stroke for good measure.

  “King,” I groaned in frustration.

  “Did you want something, baby?” he asked innocently.

  “Stop stalling, you ass!”

  “I don’t know what you mean.” He thrust into me completely, imbedding himself to the hilt and pausing.

  ‘Move!” I shouted.

  “If you insist.”

  He began thrusting inside me, but to my absolute displeasure, his thrusts were slow and luxurious, as if we had all the time in the world.

  Well, two could play that game.

  I clenched my inner muscles as hard as I could around him and physically felt him jerk inside me.

  “What are you up to, baby? You think you can tease me?”

  His hands gripped my hips and held me in place, but I thrust back against him as hard as I could, trying to reach the peak of my orgasm. I clenched around him again, and this time he grunted in disapproval.

  “Do you want me to punish you?” King pulled out of me completely, leaving me cold and longing. The next thing I knew, his palm came down hard on my ass, a stinging sensation that spread through me. I was surprised to find that I actually liked it.

  He spanked me four more times, and each time, I arched my back further, showing without a doubt how much I enjoyed it.

  “Your ass is so cute when it’s pink from my hands. Are you ready to behave now?”

  “Yes, I’ll be good. Please, King.”

  “All right, baby.”

  King slipped the head of his cock inside me, which I responded to with a whimper. He didn’t thrust in hard like before, but fed his length through inch by inch as I struggled not to thrust back on him.

  “Good girl,” he purred into my ear.

  With that, he started hammering into me, pulling my hair so that my head tipped back and his teeth had access to my neck. He sank his teeth into my skin, and I cried out at the assault on my senses.

  “Come for me. Now!”

  And I did. I exploded around him, with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I was grateful he was holding onto me, because I, no doubt, would have collapsed on the floor in a heap otherwise. King came soon after, his cum filling me up to the brim, as every last drop was wrung from his body.

  “Fuck,” I said, now that my senses had returned to me. “Get off me.”

  King removed himself from inside me and pulled up his jeans, which had been lowered to his thighs. Not for the first time, I realized that I was naked and he was still fully clothed.

  “This can’t happen again.”

  “Why not?” King frowned. “We both enjoyed it.”

  “I need to play nice with Rossi. I’m putting the security deposit down for a new club space, and I’m already in over my head with him. If he has anything on me at all, I know he’ll turn it around so I won’t get the space. I can’t let that happen.”

  “So, you’re just going to pretend I didn’t fuck you in an alley?”

  “No,” I gritted my teeth together. “I’m just telling you it won’t happen again.”

  “We’ll see,” he smirked and turned back to the door to the club, closing it behind him with a thud.

  Great, I thought. I was naked, alone, and still had cum dripping down my legs.

  I waited a few moments until I opened the door and peered through, checking that the coast was clear before I made a mad dash to the nearest room. I thanked Jade silently for her emergency kit, yet again, as I cleaned myself up and threw on a change of clothes.

  Why had I given into King again? I should’ve stayed well away from him, like I’d planned, and should’ve done in the first place. For years now, I’d been planning to open my own club, and all of the work I’d put in could have gone down the drain in moments. King was right, in a way, when he’d said to stay away from Rossi. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew that Rossi was trouble. I also knew that opening my own club was the only thing that had kept me going for a long time. I wasn’t about to throw in the towel now.

  Leaving the safe haven of the room, I made my way outside, hoping that most people had left the club by now. My girls had all left, by the looks of it, but the bar tender was hanging around, along with a couple of other girls, and King, himself. I couldn’t stop myself from eyeing him up and down as he spoke to one of the other dancers.

  Felicity was small, blonde, and a complete slut. She was batting her eyelashes up at him, flirting like there was no tomorrow.

  “Ha! Nice try,” I muttered under my breath, knowing King barely spoke to anyone and would surely just brush her off.

  To my surprise, and immense displeasure, he smiled broadly at her, and they shared a quiet laugh. I felt my insides melt at the sound, a low deep rumble that he’d never granted me before.

  What the fuck.

  Was I jealous? Of Felicity?

  There was no way. King could flirt with whoever he wanted, I didn’t care.

  I stalked off in a huff before anyone could notice, though I could’ve sworn that King’s eyes flickered over to me once.

  This was perfect. I knew it was a bad idea to start anything up with King. All it would lead to was a distraction and strange bouts of unexplainable jealousy.

  He was an enigma; that much was for certain. I didn’t even know why he was a bouncer and working at a shitty club like Diamond Castle. Most people here were trying to get out of their lives and situations, but I had no idea what he was after.

  Clubs like ours attracted strange sorts of people. I wasn’t scared to admit that I was fucked up when I started working there. My sister had just committed suicide, and I decided to ditch the straight and narrow and earn a living my
own way. If the honest life wasn’t enough to save my sister, then what was the point in staying in a lie I hated?

  Thankfully, I fell in love with being a dancer and the idea of a club. Working at Diamond Castle had taught me many things, but most of all it was that I should never live a life just because it was expected or easy.

  Jade had a similar story, trying to raise a kid after the dad died. Sienna was trying to put herself through school, and Topsy was looking after her dad.

  King, on the other hand, was a complete mystery and one that I couldn’t help but be drawn to. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that some mysteries, ones like King, were better left unsolved. I couldn’t deal with a distraction, but, after my sister, I also couldn’t deal with heartbreak. And boy did King have that tattooed all over his sexy body.

  Chapter Six

  King

  “That’s so funny!” the girl squealed, batting her eyes and doing a ridiculous hair flip that, by all means, should have given her whiplash. Unfortunately for me, she just kept on beaming at me and giggling, like what I was saying was the height of hilarity. I hadn’t even said anything to warrant a response like that. I wasn’t sure how stupid the guys she was normally around were, but I knew for a fact that she could never be this genuinely interested in my lack of stimulating conversation.

  After I’d walked away from Christy, the girl came out of nowhere and bombarded me, asking me if I’d liked her set that night. I couldn’t even remember her name. Alicia? Lindsey? I muttered something about how I was sure she’d been fine, and she’d acted like I’d said she was the best dancer anyone would ever see.

  “Did you really think so?” she’d asked.

  “Sure,” I said, looking around absently and trying to find a way out of the conversation.

  “You know, all the girls think that you’re the most exciting thing to happen to this place since we got new poles last year, and that’s saying a lot.”

  “Wow.”

  I tried so hard to keep the sarcasm from my voice and was so sure that I would fail, but, apparently, I needn’t have worried.

  “Except Christy. She said she wouldn’t go near you with a ten-foot pole.”

  That caught my attention. Of course, anyone that mentioned Christy immediately flagged my interest, but I could tell that this bit of information was going to make my day.

  “Did she really?”

  “Yeah, I overheard her talking to one of the other girls. But, it’s not as if you would ever go for her either.”

  She let out a high-pitched giggle, and I couldn’t help the loud laughter that came out of my mouth. This entire situation was hilarious. If only she knew how we’d fucked like animals, not once, but twice, and that one of those times was less than ten minutes ago, in a dirty alleyway a few steps from where we were standing.

  The girl slid closer to me, tracing a single finger up and down my arm. I could tell she was trying hard to be sexy and seductive, but all I wanted to do was release a shudder and back away from her.

  “You know, if it’s not Christy you want, there are other’s here that would be more than willing.”

  She couldn’t have possibly meant herself, right? The girl pouted and looked up at me from underneath lowered lashes, blinking so furiously that the only thing going through my mind was that she must have something stuck in there.

  What was wrong with me?

  There had to be something wrong with me. My reactions were nowhere near my usual reactions to a beautiful girl hitting on me.

  I opened my mouth to respond, but out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Christy again. My eyes had zeroed in on her like magnets, which was strange, considering I hadn’t even been looking in her direction. She’d changed into new clothes and was walking swiftly through the throng of people. I didn’t know if it was just me, but I could’ve sworn she was stomping angrily out of the club.

  Just the sight of her had me completely distracted from anything to do with the girl still standing in front of me, waiting for an answer. How could I concentrate on anything she said, when my mind was so consumed by someone else?

  “Look… Lindsey?” I hedged a guess.

  “Felicity,” she said with a frown. Damn, that wasn’t even in the top ten of the guesses I was going to make.

  “Felicity,” I affirmed with a nod. “I’m not really interested in anything or anyone right now.” It wasn’t even a lie. Although I’d definitely be interested in another round of sex with Christy, I knew that it was off the table. For now, I would just enjoy time to myself. That was acceptable, right? I didn’t need her in my life to be happy.

  “Oh,” she said, confused. Suddenly her face lit up like before. “You’re still settling in. That’s okay. Come find me when you’re ready.” Jesus, the girl was completely delusional. Not wanting the conversation to continue, I nodded hesitantly, and she beamed triumphantly, turning to bounce away, and leaving me staring after her with my mouth partially open.

  I wasn’t blind. I could see that Felicity was beautiful and alluring. She was someone I would’ve gone for in a heartbeat even a few weeks ago. But, for some reason, I’d lost all taste for any other woman but Christy.

  It must have been because of the great sex, but now that Christy had said it was off the table, I should be over her. Right?

  Apparently, my cock still hadn’t gotten the message, remaining deflated and uninterested, even at the sight of Felicity’s bouncing ass as she skittered away.

  Damn it. Christy had well and truly ruined me.

  There was no reason to stay in the club anymore, since everyone was either already gone or heading off, so I left too, taking the door at the back of the club. I still couldn’t believe Christy and I had had sex here a little while ago. I felt a slight twinge of regret when I realize that I’d left Christy naked and alone in the cold afterward.

  I stepped back out into the alley and prepared to walk off, when I heard a loud grunt to my left.

  Maybe sex in an alley was more common for this club than I thought.

  I peered through the darkness, but couldn’t see much other than a few dark shapes.

  Another grunt sounded out, and this time it sounded more like pain than pleasure.

  I took a few careful steps down the alleyway, sticking close to the wall, so I wouldn’t be seen, and spotted two men in suits kicking the shit out of a guy on the floor. Upon closer inspection, I realized that one of the suited men was one of Christy’s regulars. She always called him her favorite, though I didn’t know why.

  The men were brutally knocking around a slightly smaller man, who was doing a good job of containing his grunts and cries.

  I couldn’t get a good look at him until, all of a sudden, he turned his head a certain way, and I stepped back in shock.

  It was Rossi.

  My boss was lying beaten up on the ground with two men hovering over him, looking ready to beat him again if he tried to move.

  Shit. This wasn’t something that I should be witnessing, nor was it something I wanted to be witnessing.

  I had the distinct and very peculiar feeling that only arose when you were somewhere you really weren’t supposed to be, and I knew I had to get out of there quickly, before any of them saw me. Luckily, the sound of fists hitting flesh was enough to cover my footsteps as I slowly backed away.

  Just as I thought I was in the clear, Rossi’s eyes flickered up and locked on mine, an unreadable expression on his damaged face.

  Fuck.

  It didn’t take a genius to figure out that I needed to get out of there fast. Especially since I’d been spotted. I wasn’t certain, but Rossi seeing me seemed like something that wouldn’t turn out well for me.

  It was just a hunch, but knowing that I was a magnet for bad luck, I suddenly realized that things were about to take a seriously bad turn for me.

  Chapter Seven

  Christy

  I bounced around club, moving from place-to-place and task-to-task faster than I could reme
mber doing for years. I was a massive ball of energy, but there was no way I could help it. Tomorrow was going to be the day.

  I had spent so long trying to save for my own club that it hadn’t actually sunk in that I’d done it. I’d worked my way up from the bottom and had finally saved enough to put down the security deposit on a warehouse space. I had vision for how the club would look, and as soon as I came across the warehouse, I knew it would be the one.