“I’ll make you come. Then I’ll feed you. After that, you’ll go home with me.”
The whiskey must be hitting her hard because, for some reason, her mind tripped over the feeding part. “What?”
“Confused, sweetheart? I said, I’ll make you come. Then, I’ll feed you dinner. Afterwards, I’ll tie you to my bed and fuck you senseless. Clear enough?”
“You can’t possibly get me off in the middle of a bar.”
Grabbing her hand, he called out to Kingdom, “Get us a table. We’ll be back in ten.”
Shaking her head, she gasped out a laugh. “As in ten minutes? You’re friend timed us last time, remember? It took less than four minutes, if I recall correctly.” She tutted. “You’re losing your touch.”
Over his shoulder, Cutter threw her a smirk. “Not likely. I tagged on extra time in case there’s a line.”
She huffed out a laugh.
He was insane.
※※※
Taking a knee behind Greta, he pressed her over the sink in the tiny white-tiled bathroom.
“Brace yourself,” he commanded.
She hadn’t finished curling her fingers over the edge, when her skirt was up and tucked into her waistline. Cutter cupped the globes of her ass. In one deft move, her panties were off and thrown into the corner. His lips suckled her flank and then, he wedged his head between her thighs. She yelped, and he snaked a hand around her front and slapped her pussy.
“Spread them. I’m hungry.”
Greta splayed her feet, and taking advantage of the space, Cutter licked her slit from end to end. A strangled moan slipped out of her.
“Cutter, ohmygod,” she panted.
His scruff rasped against her pussy and her knees almost gave out, but she bent over until the sink was taking most of her weight. The moment his velvety smooth tongue plunged deep inside, she heard angels. Every stab prompted waves of wetness to gush out. Her spine arched to give him as much access as she could.
He used his lips and tongue to flick, nip, and suck on her tender flesh until her lower back seized. Her cheek was plastered to the mirror as she ground down on his mouth. Cutter rubbed his bristled face through her folds and thrust her over the edge. Raw screeches hurled from her throat.
A fist pounded on the door and cut her off mid climax. Another shriek came out, this time in fear, but Cutter slapped his palm over her mouth and engulfed it. Without a hint of embarrassment, Cutter spoke loudly, “I slipped and almost cracked my head open. You’re fuckin’ lucky I don’t sue this place.”
Braced against the sink, she huffed and puffed through her nostrils. Behind her, Cutter was on his feet, his quick fingers moving like a piston inside her. Leaning over her back, he licked the arch of her neck, and ordered, “Ride my fingers, princess. We’re not leaving till you’re done.”
At his command, she came so hard her pussy convulsed. Legs unsteady, she caught herself before she tumbled to the floor. Back on his knees, his tongue continued to worship her until she came down and released one final shudder. Standing up, Cutter ground his jean-covered cock against her, the rough fabric scraping her bare ass. Swiping at his cell phone, he waited for facial recognition and then poked it.
“You’re not taking a pic!”
“Fuck no,” he growled. “Under eight minutes. Damn, I’m good.” A cocky smile in place, he admitted, “I timed myself.”
“What the hell? I’m not a contest.”
“Nope, but I promised ten minutes, and I achieved my goal,” he replied proudly.
Grabbing paper towels from the dispenser, he nudged her to the side, and swept them under the stream of water. Gently, he brushed her thighs clean of the juices and saliva tightening her skin. Leaving a pert kiss on her raw pussy, he yanked her skirt down and prodded her toward the door. She swooped under him in search of her panties. An arm wound around her waist as he dangled them in front of her.
“Got those, too. Come on, time to feed you.”
Chapter Fourteen
True to his word, Cutter fed her. As in, literally, fork-to-mouth feeding. After saying their goodbyes to Sage and Kingdom, he led her outside to his bike, straddled it, unstrapped his helmet, and handed it to her. Pushing it away, Greta shook her head. “I’ll get an Uber and meet you at the clubhouse.”
His brows gathered in a frown as he shoved the helmet into her hands. “Get on the bike, Greta.”
She battled him with a glare of her own. Biting back a grin, he declared, “I don’t repeat myself.”
Slamming it in his gut, she stepped away, but he caught her elbow. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you ride with a stranger. Kill that thought ’cause I sure as fuck ain’t having you in an Uber.”
“I don’t ride.”
The corner of his lips tilted up. “You’re a biker bitch, of course you know how to ride.”
“I didn’t say that I don’t know how. I said, I don’t ride.”
Crowding her with his chest, he rotated her arm behind her back and bent her over his forearm. Cutter paused to let her feel the ache. Not hard, but enough to get his message across.
“I don’t give a fuck. I give you an order and you snap to it. Either you get on by yourself or,” he bent down and pulled a red paddle out of his side bag, “I drag you behind the restaurant and discipline you. The end result will still be you, perched on my bike.”
“You wouldn’t!”
Eyes drilling into her, he affirmed, “Let’s get one thing clear, straight away. Your pussy is mine. Your mouth and ass are mine, too. You argue with me any longer and I won’t let you come for the rest of the night.” He tapped the paddle against his thigh. “Midnight is two hours from now. You want me eating you out for two hours without letting you come?” His lips curved in a mischievous grin. “The choice is yours.”
She wriggled out of his hold, grabbed the helmet, and slammed it on her head. The Kevlar padding muffled everything but the sound of her heavy breathing, which condensed and fogged up the windshield. Sweeping herself behind him, she scooted over and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You better make me come.”
※※※
Cutter tossed her onto his bed. Her ass bounced and she almost toppled over, but he caught her and settled her safely in the middle. Swiping long strands of hair off her face, Greta threw him a pissed-off glare. “I’m not a rag doll.”
“Your words, not mine,” he quipped. He wanted to take her immediately. Grab the top of her dress, rip it down the middle and claw it off her body. Slip his finger beneath her precious pearl choker and feast on her full tits. But the initial step of breaking in a woman was a moment to be relished. His balls tightened and drew up against his groin.
In a startled tone, Greta asked, “Wh-what are you going to do?”
Hugging herself, she took in his room. It was basic. A California king-sized bed with stackable storage drawers on one side and a lamp. Above the bed was a mirror to watch while he fucked. Was she expecting a torture chamber with whips on the walls and a swing hanging from the ceiling? Not a bad idea, but he’d have to get his own place first. Which was happening if he took her on full-time.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to fuck with you. If you’re a good girl, then I might reward you and fuck you for real.”
Her pulse thumped against her delicate throat like a manic rabbit. The wind was going hard, and the tips of the branches scratched against the windowpane above the nightstand. He grabbed the back of his T-shirt and tugged it over his head. Greedy eyes traveled over his bare chest. Good, he liked her eyes fixed on him. “Take off your panties.”
Rising to her knees, she jutted her chin out and tensed for battle. “Fuck. Off.”
He openly grinned. “Oh, babe,” he replied, “you’re wantin’ this the hard way, but you’ve got no idea how hard I can play.”
Greta spun around, hurtled off the bed, and streaked past him. He lunged for her, lifted her off the floor, and unceremoniously dumped her back on the bed. Straddling he
r, he clamped down on her wrists and stretched her arms out. This alpha female would submit to him. Kicking and flailing her legs, she bucked to throw him off, but he bore down on her chest.
Her breath puffing in his ear further hardened his already stiff cock. “You fucking asshole! Get the hell off me!”
“You set the tone, Greta, I’m just following your lead. I was gonna go easy on you, this being your first time and all, but your defiance has to be dealt with.”
“Defiance! This isn’t defiance! This is me wanting to beat the hell out of you!”
“Mm-hmm. Time to give you the rules and regulations.”
Straining her neck, she snapped her teeth at him. A faint red mark bloomed on his bicep. He released one of her hands and reached for the strap attached to his headboard. She thrashed to dislodge him, but he expertly tied her up. He sat back on his haunches to admire his handiwork while she writhed beneath him, mussing the sheets beneath her.
Cutter crawled over her until they were eye to eye. “We haven’t even begun to play, and your first move is to take your teeth to me. That’s a game changer.”
A strain of desperation bled through her voice. “It wasn’t a real bite. I’m sorry. Okay, Cutter? Okay? I’m sorry.”
But, there was no remorse in the blaze of emerald flames in her eyes. No, she wasn’t sorry. Not one bit. “Apologizing already? I didn’t expect that until your ass was a nice shade of red.”
She threw out a string of curses as she twisted every which way, searching for a weakness in the knots of her restraints. Cutter spread her thighs, enjoying the feel of her straining against her bindings. So pretty. Her skirt rode to the top of her thighs, exhibiting the wet spot in the gusset of her panties. Fingering the hot, wet silk, his teeth scraped his lower lip. She was as authentic as they came. He’d expected a fight, and she hadn’t let him down. Not one bit.
“We could’ve done this half a dozen ways, but an attack requires containment.”
“The brothers are going to break down the door when they hear me scream. They’re going to beat your crazy ass.”
His shoulders shook with laughter. “The brothers won’t do shit. Once a bitch enters my room, it’s sealed tight. They’ve heard worse than you.”
“I’m not a bitch, asshole.” Her throat worked as she swallowed.
Finally, she was starting to get it. He languidly drew his index finger down the side of her neck and the delicate bumps of her collarbone. Placing his palm on the area above her breasts, he massaged until her breathing relaxed. Rapt, he noted every signal of her body. Once her pulse slowed down and her eyes dilated, he proceeded. “I mean a biker bitch, and you damn well know the difference.”
She licked her dry lips and bit down on the plump bottom one. He bit back a groan on that last move. With an encouraging smile, he raised the hem of her shirt, inch by slow inch, and dragged it off, leaving it twisted above her head. Unclasping her bra from the front, he pulled it above her to join her tangled shirt. Dark nipples puckered on plump breasts that swayed from side to side along with her rapid breaths.
Greta, bare, was a gorgeous sight.
He attacked her lips. She tried to rip it away, but he captured her jaw and coaxed it open to lunge into her moist, hot mouth. He expected her to bite him, but, to his surprise, she raised her head and met him with an assault of her own. Angling her head, she sucked his tongue up into the roof of her mouth. The pressure was exquisite. Damn, he risked losing his sanity with this woman.
He yanked the cuffs off her ankles, threw her legs up on his shoulders and began to finger-fuck her. Greta immediately wrapped her legs around the base of his spine, and warmth suffused his chest.
Priceless.
“You get a little reward,” Cutter asserted as he molded the curve of her breast. His mouth dipped and his tongue drew lazy circles around her areola. With each subsequent loop, he swirled closer to her nipple. Her rib cage stilled as she watched him, mouth gaping open. He flashed her a wicked grin and then sucked her breast into his mouth. A strangled sound gurgled from her throat. Tugging her throbbing nipple between his teeth, he shook his head like a puppy with a new toy.
He then unhooked her legs and poised himself above her until their noses almost touched. “Before I reward you, you gotta learn your manners.”
“I’m not a child for you to reprimand. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, you worn-out biker trash,” she lashed out between gritted teeth. Cutter chuckled with glee, which caused her to growl at him with indignation. Her attitude was popping up. Ignoring her, he coolly adjusted her bindings so he could shift her onto her belly. Stripping off her skirt and panties left him with a perfect view of her plump, jiggling ass. The sight drained whatever blood was left in his body into his already engorged cock. Greta tested her restraints, but after adjusting herself, she went lax beneath him.
Poor girlie, she had no idea of what was going to happen to her next.
A sharp crack pierced the air.
Her head whipped over her shoulder; her eyes were two wide green globes. The burn from his slap sizzled his hand, and he took a moment to savor the sensation. Her mouth worked open and shut, but before she could scream, he popped her ass again. Her breathing stuttered and her lithe body began to tremble. He smacked her lightly a couple more times, on each side. His balls were drawn up tight, and his cock was begging to explode, but he squeezed his shaft through his pants until the pain pulled him back from the edge. Cutter caressed her from her shoulders down to her ankles, and back up again, until her shudders passed.
Time to go at that fine ass of hers, for real.
His palm clapped down in a series of three. The only sounds in the room were the flat of his hand connecting with her ass and the delicious rasps of her breathing. Her nose nuzzled his hand that lay flat on the mattress beside her, distracting him from the beautiful pink shade of her buttocks.
Her incisors caught a knuckle. She’d nipped him again. His hand was too calloused for her love bite to hurt, but it required a response.
“You made the wrong move, sweetheart,” he said as his hand curved over her mouth. Beneath the muzzle, came snorts and grunts. “Wipe that look off your face. If you misbehave, then take it like a grown woman.”
Greta thrashed her head rebelliously, conjuring up all the ways she wanted to kill him. Too bad, so sad. She had no fucking idea what it took to be a man like him. A man with respect for the power he wielded over a woman. He held her while she battled it out with him, but eventually, she let out a huff and averted her eyes.
Bingo.
“I’m going to lift my hand. Be quiet till I’m done talking. To make sure you behave, one hand will be in your hair and the other one will be…” His hand cupped the mound of her pussy, “Here.”
The temperature hit him first, but holy shit, her juices. She. Was. Drenched. He swallowed hard. Moisture even stained her inner thighs. A few taps, and he positioned two fingers on either side of her clit. Greta squirmed, and his cock practically tore out of his Levi’s. Thank fuck he had the presence of mind to keep them on.
“Don’t move,” he gritted out.
Greta pressed her lips together like she was about to argue but then nodded in agreement. Thank Christ ’cause he was close to whipping out his cock and mounting her from behind.
“You,” he smoothed a hand over her warm buttocks, “will defy me to test how strong I am. Babe, I guarantee you that I’m strong enough to take anything you throw my way.” He gave her ass cheek a little love tap. “But, I’m counting on you to be a fast learner.”
She harrumphed, yet her eyes didn’t stray from his.
“See now, it wasn’t so hard to follow my direction,” he praised, “I told you not to speak and you communicated without breaking my command.”
Chortling softly, he predicted, “You’re gonna make me real proud. You fucked up on purpose to see what you could get away with.” He shrugged. “It’s in your nature.”
Greta snapped at him again with her
teeth, but this time she didn’t touch him. Her inner animal, scrappy like a raccoon, had come out, but she was learning her limits. “Go on. Talk.”
“You can’t possibly know what I need,” she sputtered the moment he lifted his hand. “We barely know each other. And you’re a biker.”
“Babe, I’ve been doing this for a long time. There are many reasons people want a bit of kink with their fucking. You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Sometimes you wanna do you. No fighting. No thinking. Just chillin’. Me being a biker doesn’t make a difference either way.” Raising an eyebrow, he reminded her, “You could have used the stoplight method when I started in on your ass. Or you could have tapped my arm or given me another signal, but not once did you shut this down. Why? Because you like what I give you.”
Chapter Fifteen
He had her there.
She hadn’t said “red.” It would have halted him irrevocably, but it hadn’t even occurred to her. Cutter turned her over and tucked a pillow underneath her head. Overheated by his powerful presence, she had a beeline view of his cock, pressing against his denim. Her belly flip-flopped and her nerves lit up like the Fourth of July night sky. It was maddening not to be able to move around, but one thing was immediately clear. She was seriously, grippingly aroused. Somberly, she pronounced, “I shouldn’t be enjoying this.”
Cutter coiled her hair in a tight twist. Scalp stinging, she screamed, “What the hell?!”
She cringed at Cutter’s furious expression.
“You haven’t done anything wrong. You sure as fuck weren’t ashamed when you bit me. You like getting slapped on your ass. So fuckin’ what? Christ, get over yourself, Greta.”
She blinked her eyes briskly. Eyelashes batted away the tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. Shame was the reason she hadn’t hooked up in years. And that’s saying a lot for a twenty-five-year-old millennial. Simply because she couldn’t get off unless she got manhandled a little. She was a strong woman, and dammit, she’d earned that moniker, which meant that she did not bow down to anyone. Certainly not in bed.
Cutter's Claim: A Bad Boy Biker Romance (The Demon Squad MC Book 2) Page 7
