Calix (Areion Fury MC, #6)

by Esther E. Schmidt

  The sting on my scalp, the way his tongue slides against and around mine is making my whole body tingle. I want him. Badly. Doesn’t even matter that I don’t have a clue who he is or that I have to bend over that bench he pointed out so he can spank my ass...because that’s what he said the count of fifteen will entail. As long as he’s the one in charge...I’m ready to follow every command. Shit.

  That right there makes me bite his bottom lip. I can’t throw myself at a guy like I did in the past. That will only turn around and blow up right in my face. His growl, and the fury that’s blasting through his eyes, is the only indication that I’ve angered him. The rest of this captivating man is the serene coolness he’s had in place the whole time I’ve seen him.

  “First condition, whatever I say goes.” His dark chocolate voice rumbles over my face.

  Dammit. I already agreed when he hotwired my body, overriding my brain in the process when he was holding me like that. I don’t have a choice since I need his help. That leaves me to nod while fuming on the inside. I must not hide it as well as he does because the corner of his mouth twitches.

  “And the second one is?” I question because I do learn from my mistakes. I was stupid enough not to ask a moment ago so this might save me from surprises in the future.

  “You’ll hear it soon enough. The first one is all you need to know for now.” His gaze goes to my lips and right when I think he’s going to kiss me again, he releases his grip and steps back.

  Shit. I actually stumble and catch myself in time not to fall on my ass. Calix is just standing there, watching me until his eyes go over my shoulder and back to me. Double shit. The spanking bench. I was kinda hoping he’d skip that part.

  Okay, I need to get a grip on this situation. “Thank you for agreeing to help. Maybe you could meet with,”

  “I gave you an order earlier. Present me your ass so we can deal with your punishment and have a little chat afterward.” His voice doesn’t leave any room for disagreement.

  His whole demeanor doesn’t as a matter of fact. My father’s right...if there’s anyone who can handle Dane, it’s this man right here. Because he looks like he could handle anything. All of this settles the decision for me. Turning around, I kneel on the bench and make sure to hike up my tight skirt.

  Good thing I shaved and let’s not forget the fact that I’m wearing my favorite purple lace and satin thong. My ass? I’m actually proud of that part of my body. Due to lots of squats it’s tight. Big...but tight. And if he thinks I’m embarrassed presenting myself to him? Then he’s wrong.

  I’m not a virgin, but I’m not a whore either. I’ve had my share of sexual experiences but I also know damn sure that nothing would compare with having sex with this man. Because the way he kissed me? Yeah, talk about exploring all senses, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do...explore.

  I don’t see or hear him and yet I know he’s standing right behind me. He’s got this vibe radiating off him that reaches something deep inside me. A connection that also scares the crap out of me because it’s most definitely captivating enough to reach for my soul and hand it over to this man on a silver platter.

  “You better count each time my hand pauses between skin hitting skin or I will start over. Understood?” His voice is solid and yet it tinges with a hint of huskiness that makes goose bumps scatter all over my skin.

  I’m still processing his words, the sound of his voice, the electricity that flows around us, when I feel his hand touch my ass. Gently rubbing a circle while his voice turns husky with a hint of laughter. “That would be ‘yes, sir’ or if you’d like to please me, use ‘yes, master’ but like I said...this is my last night here. I never allow any sub to call me by my name when I do a scene with them. But you’re not a sub, are you?”

  Dammit, is that a trick question? Why are we even having this discussion? Why can’t he spank my ass already or better yet...screw me silly. Yes. Screw me silly, Calix. Would that answer please him?

  Hot.

  Fire.

  That’s the answer my ass is getting from my unspoken question. Ho-ly-shit. How big is his hand? Count. I needed to count, right? “One.” I breathe, proud of myself I managed to cut loose some of my working brain cells to save my ass. Well, not so much save my ass because...ouch. “Two.”

  It’s a blur of heat when more smacks rain down while they zing to pleasure. I’m actually regretting saying fifteen when he’s done. Yet he isn’t done completely. Both his hands are rubbing slow circles over my ass. He didn’t smack just one cheek, he switched between both and even hit the curve underneath.

  All of this feels like he’s in full control and dammit, I’m moaning and pressing back, just hoping his hand will move lower. If he’d only stroke my clit then I’m sure I’ll orgasm with just a mere touch.

  His fingers dig into my skin, pinning me in place. “No, Ten. That’s not what this was about.”

  Ten. Did he just call me Ten? No one calls me that. It’s either my full name or VP. Oh, and my father calls me by my middle name, Cerise...but no else does, it’s always been Tenley, never Ten. And dammit, that’s not the reason why I’m annoyed. It’s because he won’t let me come.

  “Maybe we should make an exception,” I fire back.

  “About what, Ten?” His finger pulls up my thong and he lets it slap back in place. “About your needs? About the fact that your arousal is wafting up, letting me know how much you’ve enjoyed your punishment? Or the fact that you haven’t apologized yet?”

  Shit. Is this guy for real? “I’m sorry, Calix. Clearly, I didn’t know how much you value people to be civil around you. But seriously, though...you’re a biker, how do you handle all your brothers? They can’t really all be,” Dammit, yet again fire flames through my already flaming ass. “Shit, I told you I was sorry, why did you do that for?”

  I look over my shoulder but Calix has his eyes fixed on my ass as if it’s the most exquisite and rarest thing he’s seen in years. My throat becomes dry enough that I have to cough, causing him to lock eyes with me.

  A smirk slides in place. “You have a gorgeous ass. Anyone ever tell you that?”

  “No.” And why do I sound breathless when he’s staring at me like that?

  “Then you must have only dated men who don’t appreciate a fine woman when it’s displayed right in front of them,” the man with so many tattoos, muscles, and the rest of his rugged model features states.

  “I don’t date. The few I’ve had run-ins with were facing me, and were not very talkative besides the ‘so good’ and ‘that’s it baby’.” Crap. Did I really just say that? But that does sum up my sexual experiences to the tee.

  The muscle in his jaw jumps. “Let me guess, no orgasm thrown in the mix with those run-ins, right?”

  He’s radiating anger and this is the first time I’ve seen this emotion hitting his features instead of just a fragment in his eyes. Power. In the world I’m a part of it’s like ninety-five percent male but never have I’ve seen anyone who radiates controlled power within such intensity. With this I only manage to nod because he’s right...the first time I was drunk and didn’t even remember getting into bed with the guy. The next morning when he rolled me over I was so stunned and still dazed it was all done and over within a few minutes.

  Since then I have a distaste for men, especially for Dane Gilton. But like I said...in my life I’m surrounded by bikers so the alpha, badass, dirty mouth routine gets old and the appeal is lacking but this man standing behind me? The one placing his hard, muscled, leather covered thigh between my legs and putting pressure on my clit? I’d gladly surrender to him.

  His fingers grip my thigh to keep me in place while he slowly rocks his leg, creating delicious friction. “That’s it, Ten. Aw, look how your arousal is making my thigh glisten. That might be the most perfect vision I’ve seen in months.” His hand slides up and down my spine, over the laces of my corset until his fist grips my hair. “You’re going to come for me, right, sweetness?”
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  Oh, shit. That voice. A rumble that’s filled with longing and demand. The friction with added pressure on my clit, his scent...leather, spicy yet clean...it’s everything that he wraps me in. My skin feels too tight, heat flaming on the inside with the kind of electricity that shoots from my clit into a thousand pieces highlighting my entire body.

  “Calix!” I scream and moan long and loud while he holds on to my body.

  There’s nothing to compare this with. My whole life was just turned upside down by one freaking orgasm. That’s it. I think I’ll just stay here for about a week to get my strength back. That’s how long my nap will take because the work I just put in...the energy that was drained right out...yeah...long nap, coming right up.

  “Sweetness, are you falling asleep on me here?” Damn that man and his sexy chuckle pulling me from my nap because that hot breath right next to my ear? Goose bumps.

  That might be the only thing I want besides a nap; more. More of him.

  “Come on, Ten.” Freaking hot fire, my ass.

  “Stop smacking my ass, dammit.” Ouch. I should have known he’d smack me again for that.

  I glare over my shoulder and watch how he steps away from me. Shit. There’s a glistening spot on his thigh. That’s me. I did that. My arousal is all over his leather pants. He can’t wash that off, right? Yikes. How many times has he done that? Oh, gross...I might have cooties.

  “That.” I point at his thigh. “Do I need to wash up now? Get disinfected? Ugh, I’m so stupid.”

  “Stop,” Calix snaps and narrows his eyes. His fingers wrap around my neck as he pulls me close enough so he’s towering over me, our noses almost touching. “I never get close enough to get a woman’s arousal on my leathers. You’d better stop with insulting me or you won’t be able to sit for a week, do you understand me?”

  “Yes,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “How am I supposed to know that, huh? All I see is you, this place, and what just happened? I don’t know...it’s...” I try to swallow my next word because I can hardly say it’s too, “Embarrassing.” Dammit. It’s his eyes I tell you, they suck the honesty right out of me.

  Making me want to blurt out my whole life’s experience so he can take me on his lap and tell me life will be better from now on because he will be there. Holy hell on Earth I need to run away from him and the fairytale bubble he surrounds me with.

  “Very good, Ten. Very good. Your honesty pleases me. I think you deserve a reward for that.” Husky. That man has more tones to his voice then all the colors of the rainbow.

  And I just might adore every freaking one. But right now, I’m like a kid in a candy store and I want my freaking reward. Like I said...if he continues with this I might just admit to anything if he keeps those orgasms flowing.

  His eyes slide to my mouth while inching closer. Time seems to stop and the fine line between right or wrong, good or bad, evaporates. I don’t care that I just met him. There’s only me, him, and our mouths exchanging the most intense pleasure that I never thought could be possible with just a mere kiss.

  My hands run over his leather cut, gripping it to get closer to him. His chest rumbles with a sound so primal and loud enough that I can feel the vibrations rippling through my breasts. We’re practically merging together and yet I feel like we’re not close enough.

  He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls it gently before letting go. Soft kisses trail a path to my ear where his hot breath strokes my skin. “I want nothing more than to make you come around my cock, Ten. But you have to earn that.”

  Thoughts run through my head, from ‘what an egocentric ass’, ‘the fuck did he just say?’ and ‘is he kidding me?’ to ‘I wonder what it would take to earn that privilege’. Oh, yes...I’m a goner when it comes to Calix. This man is seriously dangerous and now I understand why my father wanted me to bring him in. I’m guessing this man can do, and will get, everything he wants.

  His mouth is sucking my neck hard enough for me to know he’s leaving a mark. I’m too caught up in the way the sensation ripples straight through my clit to care about it. Tilting my head to the side to give him more room while I moan out my gratitude.

  “That’s just it, sweetness...something tells me you will earn it soon enough.” He freezes up, and mutters, “Fuck.”

  He takes a step back and coldness instantly wraps around me.

  His hand plows through his short, thick hair. I openly ogle how the muscles flex on his inked forearm. “We need to talk first. The both of us are getting carried away here. Come on. Let’s get changed before I rip you out of that corset and...yeah, we better leave.”

  I’m two seconds away from jumping on the bed while I spread my legs and scream ‘take me now, dammit’ but that would be silly. No. That would be pathetic. Yes, I’ve lost my mind. He’s right, we need to get out of here.

  I wiggle my hips while pulling down my tight skirt. The man is relentless, smirking at me like that.

  “Save it,” I snap. “We’re getting out of here so we can have a normal talk without sexual distractions.”

  “That would be best,” he croaks and slides his tongue over his bottom lip. And then he’s on me again.

  My back hits the door while I’m being caged by his strong body. One hand fisting my hair, guiding my head as he dominates my mouth. The fingers of his other hand are digging in my thigh as he lifts up my leg. I’m fighting his tongue, we’re participating in a dance that’s driven by the lust that’s flaming between us.

  My nails dig into his neck, trailing up through his hair. He groans in approval when I sneak a hand over his tight leather covered ass. Man, that’s one hell of a hard ass. Powerful. Muscled. I bet he can last hours while thrusting inside me. Oh, how I would like to put that to the test.

  He rotates his hips, letting me feel the big, solid length that he’s got hidden inside that leather pants of his. That’s one huge surprise he’s got locked up in there, that’s for sure. He wraps his fingers around my neck, keeping me pinned, letting me know he’s in full control. This makes me slide my hand in between us to stroke the huge bulge, letting him know some part of him is ready to let things go out of control.

  His lips are ripped from mine as he places his forehead on my shoulder. “You’re destined to be the one who’s going to breach all my damn boundaries, woman. So. Fucking. Tempted. To give in.” He releases a deep sigh. “I’m taking you back to my place where we’re going to have a long chat, and then we’re going to get this over with. Fuck once, or even if it takes a whole night of fucking, we’re going to get it out of our system. Understood?”

  “Yes. That would solve my itch com-freaking-pletely.” I sigh in relief. “Now, distance. Please, or we won’t get out of here and you’ll be using that mouth for other things.” I pat him on the back but stop when his head comes into view.

  Oooops. His left eyebrow raises in question, a clear indication he’s questioning my sanity because obviously I overstepped. Freaking Dom. What was it my friend told me? Eyes down make him feel like he’s running the show.

  “Your logic, sir. My own mouth just got a little excited.” My head goes down to inspect the nice stilettoes I’m wearing.

  Yup, I got some of my sanity back. Mental note to thank my friend later. She gave me a speed course of the things she learned during training. A sub always needs to keep a Dom happy. Not that I have any ambitions to become a sub. Though if it involves getting some serious action from the man in front of me? I obviously wouldn’t mind keeping this Dom happy...and myself too while I’m at it.

  Chapter 03

  ***Calix***

  I bet my hard as steel cock this woman in front of me knows very well what she’s doing right now. Saying the perfect things and her body reacting like I would expect from a submissive. On one side my cock is itching to get wet, on the other side, though? I liked her way more without the act. Though it’s fun to punish a sub who’s trying to manipulate her Dom, I’d rather have her the feisty way.

  Da
mmit, I feel less and less like myself. I used to get pumped up stepping into this club, loving the lifestyle. Yet now it feels like everything in my damn life is lacking. Well, except for this woman in front of me, if she drops the sub act that is, because I can see her glaring at me through her lashes and that right there spikes my heartrate. Yeah, maybe not everything in my life is lacking now that she walked into it.

  “Out the door with that sore ass of yours before I give you another ten for trying to manipulate your Dom.” I can’t help but smirk at the way she narrows her eyes at me. “Oh, yes, sweetness...I know every trick in the book. You’d have to either be very smart, or very well trained, to slip past my guards.”

  “Noted,” she snaps and stalks out the door.

  I wait a moment to watch that tight ass all perky from the way her long legs lift that shit up with her stiletto heels, before I fall into step behind her. Regret flows through my veins for not tapping that sweet pussy. And it is a damn sweet pussy because I’ve got a stain on my leather pants that I’m wearing with pride. I can still smell her damn arousal, like she left me wrapped in it, to tempt me.

  I shake my head and follow her in the direction of the locker rooms. Esmee is sitting behind the desk again when we walk past it. Ten walks into the locker room but stalks right back out.

  “What’s up?” I question.

  She looks around me, probably in the direction where Esmee is sitting. “My friend’s not there to help me out of the corset. Never mind, I’ll ask Esmee.”

  Nope. That’s not happening. “Turn around.” I make sure to put enough dominance in my voice so she doesn’t even think of defying me.

  Like the artic just froze up all over in her magnificent blue eyes. I grab her upper arms and spin her around before I reach down and grab my knife out of its special holster on my boot and flip it open.

  “Stay perfectly still,” I tell her and the gasp that leaves her throat lets me know she feels the cold steel of my knife as I cut away the laces of the corset. “There. And no worries. I’ll buy you a new one.”