Archer: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Rae B. Lake

  “Sit down.” I moved to the side of the love seat giving her a space to sit.

  She sat without thinking about the command.

  “Unbutton your shirt.” I sat back staring intently at her trembling hands. She was moving too fast for me to fully enjoy her nervousness. I liked to make her uneasy, it made so much more satisfying when she completely submitted to me.

  “Slow down,” I growled out.

  She did instantly.

  “I love how red your skin gets when you’re embarrassed, I wondered if your ass gets just as red? Have you ever been spanked, Daria?”

  She looked at me unsure of how to answer. Or maybe too embarrassed.

  “Answer me”

  “My mother used to spank my butt when I was bad.”

  “Ah, I see. And were you a bad girl often? Did you get into much trouble as a child?”

  “No, I was a good girl.” She dropped her hands to her sides now that she was finished with her shirt.

  “I don’t think so, I think you were a very bad girl. Turn over.”

  She flipped herself face down on the love seat. Her shirt flopped open and I knelt down behind her. I peeled her shirt the rest of the way off and massaged her breast. She backed her ass into my dick grinding on me to show me that she was thoroughly enjoying my massage techniques.

  “You like that?”

  “I like everything you do to me.” Daria mewled while she put a deep arch in her back. Keeping her bottom flush against my dick and her tits pressed firmly against my palms.

  “I know it. Now I want to try something new with you. It may be strange but if you trust me I promise it will feel good.” I wanted to warn her a bit, she was a newbie to everything I was an expert at.

  “Do it, I trust you.”

  You shouldn’t.

  I pulled her pants down with one hand while I continued to massage her breasts with the other. I trailed my hand lightly over the small of her back and closer to the flesh of her butt cheeks. She wiggled but didn’t move away. She was panting hard before I had even smacked her perfect round ass.

  “Remember, you just say stop and I will.”

  “Yes.”

  She laid her head flat on the love seat, her face looking in my direction. Her gorgeous eyes wide and seeking for me.

  I bent down and placed a kiss on one cheek.

  “You are everything I have ever been looking for without even knowing I was searching.” I placed another kiss.

  “You’re perfect. Perfectly imperfect.” I snaked my hands around her waist inching closer and closer to her mound.

  “Hmm.” She closed her eyes getting used to the feelings I was creating in her.

  SMACK

  Her head popped up, and she gasped at the shock of me smacking her ass. I rubbed the area where my hand had just landed and smacked her again. The red tint of her blood rushing to the surface of her skin pushed me to continue. I could get off just from seeing this. She clenched her hands into the love seat and waited for me to strike again. I hit her ass two more times before I flipped her over onto her back. She let out another gasp, she wasn’t prepared for the sudden movement. Before she could get used to the feeling, I pulled her pants all the way off and dove straight into her pussy with my mouth. Her hands shot off the couch and into my hair.

  “Hands down, you can touch me after I give you permission,” I spoke only barely moving my mouth from her clit.

  “Yes.” She dropped her hands back to the couch.

  I licked her slit with fervor, she tasted just as I had thought that she would. Like fresh-cut fruit. A forbidden fruit that was all mine.

  “Oh my…” Daria’s back raised up off the couch and I could tell that she was right on the edge. She was gripping the fabric of the couch so hard that her knuckles were cracking.

  “You may touch me.” Again, I didn’t raise my mouth higher than the V between her legs, but she must have been waiting for the sound. Her hands went straight for my hair, and she pulled hard keeping me right where she wanted me. She was rough with me and I loved it.

  I was still lapping up her juices long after she had cum and was writhing to get away.

  “Archer!” She squealed out my name as her body turned the sensitivity into a wave of new ecstasy. I felt her muscles tighten up and I held onto her as my mouth filled with her juices. I could sit here and do this all day long.

  “Ma chérie, you made a mess.” I raised up on my knees showing her my glistening face. Her eyes were barely open. Her post-orgasmic high making her body lax. She looked at me not sure what I wanted to do about it. “Taste yourself, lick me clean.”

  She raised up as quickly as she could grabbing hold of my head and looking into my eyes to make sure that she was doing the right thing. I nodded my head slightly to let her know that she was on the right track.

  She took my lips into her mouth and licking every part of my face that she could. I grabbed onto her tighter. She was going to unman me before I even had the chance to get inside of her. I watched her flip her hair out of the way so that she could get to my neck to get the drips of her nectar that dribbled from my mouth and down over my chin.

  “Enough.” I had to stop this, regain control.

  “Wait there’s more.” She leaned in to continue what she was doing.

  *Tssst*

  The sound worked exactly as it always did with Daria, she stopped immediately and sat back to wait for further instructions. Lucky for me I didn’t have to give her any, my phone started to ring right at that very second.

  I got up from where she was and picked up my phone, I saw her looking at it, but she didn’t say anything.

  “Yeah,” I answered the phone waiting for whoever was on the other end to speak.

  “Archer, Clean and I are going to release a camp full of trafficked women. We need back up.” Wire spoke only facts through the line.

  “Got it, on my way.”

  I walked back over to Daria and stood her up. I went to plant a kiss on her lips when she turned her head. I was immediately taken aback. She had never turned me down before.

  “Who is Wings?”

  She must have seen the screen when my phone rang. The members of the club all have different numbers but when it comes to club business, they use one central line that shows up on our phones as Wings. Like the Batman signal in the sky, it lets us know that there is trouble.

  “It’s not something that you need to worry about. Are you jealous?” I asked straight to the point.

  “I have never been before but then I have never done anything like this with anyone else. I feel completely vulnerable with you, and I’m fine with it. More than fine. But if there is something else going on, I need to know. I won’t be a homewrecker or anything like that.” The words came off with a bit of steel behind them. She had been hurt in the past and didn’t want to feel that way again. In this area, I wasn’t a dominant, and she wasn’t a submissive. I had to ease her mind before she started to dig into what I was doing.

  “I already told you that I am not seeing anyone, I have no need to lie about that and if I were I wouldn’t be here with you. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to mess something up with you for a piece of pussy. You’re my everything, I want for nothing and no one else.” I reached up and ran a finger through a few strands of her hair.

  “I feel that way too and I trust you but all this back and forth, you never tell me where you go or who you see. You know everything about me but I know virtually nothing about you. I don’t feel secure at all.” She stood straighter and let her hands fall down to her sides. She wasn’t going to be easily subdued today, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would have to tell her, unfortunately right now I didn’t have the time nor the balls to let the truth come out my mouth.

  “Look Daria, I really don’t have time for this. You want to be jealous, be jealous. You want to be angry, be angry. I have to go.”

  I walked down the stairs to get to the first floor of the duplex completely i
gnoring the sisters who were sitting in their pigsty that they called a living room watching some clothing show on the tv.

  “Hello, handsome,” Nika called out as I breezed past them.

  “Ummm… Eww.” Mallory said when I didn’t answer.

  I opened the door to the duplex, looking over my shoulder only once to see Daria standing in the living room with her friends looking especially pissed.

  I was going to pay for this later, I just knew it.

  “How many Cobras are in there?” Wire asked as we crouched behind the building that was holding the women.

  “The fuck am I supposed to know?” Clean whispered harshly to Wire.

  “What do you mean how am I supposed to know! Ain’t you the information officer? This is the information that we need!” Wire whispered back just as harshly.

  “Oh the both of you shut the fuck up, y'all always arguing like a bunch of married bitches. Just stay on my six. We will get in and out before we raise too many alarms.” I said as I crouched into position and began to make my way into the area near the building. There was a small opening in the wall that looked like an animal or something was trying to make its way inside. I was the first one to make my way in and Wire was on my tail. Clean whispered through the hole. “Y'all both know my big ass is not fitting through this little ass hole, I’ll find another way in.” He gave us a thumbs up and ran towards the east side of the building.

  Wire and I saw the first two targets, both of them with their backs to us. I gave Wire a quick look, but he was already on the same page. We were going to have to take these two guys out in order to get further into the building.

  I unsheathed my knife from the holster on my boot and Wire pulled one from somewhere on his back. We both grabbed the men around the mouth and shoved our knives into soft body parts. We placed the now dead bodies softly on the floor to make sure that we didn’t draw any attention.

  There were a few other men in a room to the left playing what looked to be craps. All of them were in there.

  How fucking stupid is that?

  Wire and I got behind the door and slammed it shut. There was a large barrel that we could wedge under the door handle to make sure that they didn’t get out right away. The only problem was now they knew that someone was in the building with them. We had to move fast, it was only a matter of time before they called for backup. Now to find the girls.

  “Hey assholes, what are you doing? Taking a break?” Clean called out from in front of us.

  We ran towards him, “Clean, we have to find those women. The guards are all locked up in that room but that won’t hold for too long.” I filled him in as I made my way to him.

  “Already done. They’re loading up into the vans in the front of the building.” Clean gave his signature smile, and we rushed over to where there were well over three dozen women filing into two vans. They were going to be tight but I don’t think they cared.

  “Who here can drive?” I called out, the lot of us came down here on our bikes, and we couldn’t leave them here on enemy territory.

  “I’ll drive, I already know where we’re going.” A woman walked up to me, I looked at her face and slowly began to realize who she was.

  “You’re Larry’s sister?” Wire asked from my side.

  She cried a bit, “Yeah, wait until I see that boy.” She shook her head and jumped into the front seat of the van.

  I smiled big as Clean and Wire both mounted their bikes, there was still a shit storm coming but finding Larry’s sister; that was a win.

  “So have you gotten any information from any of the girls?” Prez asked.

  “Some but most of them are too beaten to really give me anything. I can’t really use my normal techniques to get the answers that I want.” Wire answered and pulled his bike into his parking space.

  All of the club members were outside with the women trying to find out information as to where they wanted to go and if they needed further medical assistance. Even Mick came out from behind the bar to help. Our parking lot looked like a red cross station.

  “Gosh, we don’t have enough clothes for all of them. I gave all that I had but some of them don’t fit what I have or any of the other ol’ ladies.” Keeley walked past us looking around at the girls who still had soiled clothes on.

  “Grab some clothes from the men. It may be extra large on them but at least they can all get out of the dirty clothes.” Prez told her.

  “You got it, Prez.” Keeley walked off to get more clothes from inside.

  “Wire, this is a lot of merchandise they just lost. Even if the cartel doesn’t come for these women the Cobra’s definitely will.” I stood in front of my bike getting ready to break out and get back to Daria.

  “Yeah, let’s make sure that we are ready when they do show up.”

  “You got it, brother.” I raised my hand to give him a pound, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into a bro hug. “Good work today.” I let go of him to see a rare sight, he was slightly smiling.

  “Well you know, I want to be just like you when I grow up. A master killer.” Wire joked as I turned to walk to my bike.

  “Oh Shit.” Clean exclaimed.

  I turned my head to what he was looking at, a woman with perfect hair and milky skin was staring at me with horror in her eyes.

  Oh shit.

  “Wait, Daria!” I yelled out as she ran back to her car and peeled out of the parking lot.

  Wire walked up behind me, “Remember when I said I wanted to be like you when I grew up? Forget that.”

  Chapter 20

  Daria’s POV

  How did we get here? I feel like the other woman. I didn’t want to believe it was true but what other explanation could I give. Archer had shown me a world I never knew existed. This dominant side of himself, I finally allowed myself to just give up my control and knew that I would be safe. Unfortunately, right now I’m not feeling safe at all.

  I thought for sure that today would be the day that he would finally make love to me but of course someone on the other end of his phone had drawn his attention away again. It’s almost like he was hiding me or something. I knew that I was way out of my depth when it came to relationships and men but something about this felt all wrong.

  “Yeah, your guy is super hot but he is also super rude,” Nika said from beside me. They were both watching Project Runway and had seen the tail end of what had just gone down between Archer and me. I didn’t want to tell them that we were having any problems but if I didn’t talk to someone soon I knew I would go crazy.

  “Sorry about that guys, he’s just going through a few things I guess.” I tried to shrug it off but just from the way Mallory turned to face me I knew I wasn’t going to get off that easy.

  “What do you mean you guess?” Mallory asked kicking her feet, shoes and all up onto the couch.

  “To be real with you girls, I really don’t know.” I shook my head and sat down next to her while Nika took a seat on the arm of the sofa.

  “Well did you guys have a fight?” Nika asked stroking my hair slightly.

  “Yes…No…Uh, I’m not sure.”

  “Well that’s really helpful.” Mallory rolled her eyes and looked at me again like I was stupid.

  “It wasn’t really a fight, more a lack of communication. It’s like he is hiding something from me.” I picked an imaginary piece of lint off my pant leg.

  “Hiding something from you? What like another woman?” Nika asked.

  “I don’t think so, he said that wasn’t the case but it’s what it feels like. He comes in and out at strange times, he never tells me anything about his day, and he is very secretive about his phone calls. He got one today from someone named ‘Wings’ and he hightailed it out of here faster than I could get myself together. I just don’t know what to think anymore.” I let my head hang down, now that I was saying it out loud it was a bit confirmatory.

  “Uh, yeah girl, you’re the side piece.”

  “Side piece?”
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  “Um, I’m sorry, I agree with Mallory. That’s what it sounds like, maybe he has a wife or a baby momma that he is still in a relationship with.” Nika said with compassion in her voice as she patted my shoulder.

  No way, not my Archer, no way.

  “There has to be another reason, there has to be.” I could feel the tears in my eyes starting to build up. Could it be that the first man that I had ever truly fallen for was really playing me for a fool? No, I refused to believe it.

  “Have you fucked him yet?” Mallory asked, her face as serious as if she asked me what time it was.

  “What? No. We haven’t had sex yet.”

  “Well, there you go.” Mallory turned back to the TV and began to channel surf, the conversation was done in her eyes.

  “What?”

  “Yeah, girl someone like him, he isn’t going to stick around for someone not willing to have sex with him. I mean he’s a man, he has needs. I’m surprised he comes over to spend time with you if you’re not giving up the goods.” Nika said this time with a slight smile on her face.

  “But I am willing, I’m so ready to go all the way with him but every time we start doing stuff his phone rings, and he leaves.” I flopped back on the couch, my arms crossed over my chest.

  “Then he isn’t that into you. If he has the chance to have sex and he is not taking you up on it, it’s because he’s not feeling it. Maybe he’s just feeling guilty since you were supposed to be his patient, he doesn’t want to push you off the deep end or anything like that. Either way you can use this to your advantage.” Nika clapped her hands like she was excited, how she could be, I didn’t know. “If he wants to play boyfriend, let him. Milk him for all he is worth. You can get a boatload of gifts from him if you really play up the I feel neglected card.”

  “No, I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me or with someone who has someone else that he’s responsible for. I want someone who is just mine. Is that so much to ask.?

  “I’m sorry sweetie, it just doesn’t seem like that is the case with Archer. Men like him always have loads of baggage.” Nika patted me on the shoulder once more and then squeezed onto the couch with me ready to lose herself in whatever drivel Mallory had just found on the tube.