by GM Scherbert
As the fog starts to lift, I am brought back to reality like a slap in the face.
Chapter 22
~Gun~
After the incident at the Pearl, Blaze’s, and Tank’s wedding those weeks ago I know that seeing her again will be a struggle. She is so wrong about all the things that she said. I have struggled to keep her out of my mind and finding another was the furthest thing from my mind back then. I know that she was raised by an MC up North, I wish I could locate the man that fucked her views of men up so bad. She fights so hard to trust; it took me months to break down her defenses when we were together before she left. Then in a moment those walls were back up, and she was gone.
Seeing her around the Clubhouse setting up for Ember’s wedding I can’t keep my fucking eyes off of her. I don’t know if I could stop myself from hurting her at this point after all the shit that we have been through. My thoughts of her almost keeping me from Doc’s wedding. The thoughts that keep taking a dark turn each time I see her around the Clubhouse. My thoughts of wanting to see her instead at the Dungeon, kneeling for me. My thoughts of seeing her tied up, helpless, needy for me, begging for my whip, my cock, my ownership.
I can’t fucking stay away from a brother’s wedding and will not just for her. I will just fucking keep my depraved thoughts in check.
Seeing her at Doc and Ember’s wedding tonight hits me like a shot to the chest and takes me through all the feelings I have had for her since the day I first saw her. From the pleasure I felt taking her that first time in the Clubhouse bathroom, to the triumph I felt when her walls started to break down after the attack. The love that I began to have for her before she left, to now the feelings of ownership and pain that I would like to give to her.
Walking her down the aisle is the slap in my face that pushes me over the edge. There were no words spoken or no questions as to who would walk with who, it just was. Standing to the side of Doc as Preach says the words, I can’t take my eyes off of her. The ink that runs up and down her arms is something that should have been mine. Another thing that she took away from me when she left. Seeing her these last few days has driven me fucking mad, seeing her walk around this fucking place like she owns it. Like she is too good for it.
When Doc had come to the Clubhouse a few days ago and asked if he had seen Sara, I know that I over-reacted, but I was at a fucking loss. “No, I haven’t fucking seen Sara. She sure as fuck doesn’t tell me where the fuck she is going if you hadn’t noticed. Why does everyone always ask me about her? I don’t give a fuck about her and sure as fuck don’t know where she is fucking at every time someone asks me.” Turning to walk away from him, I mumble, “Just because I can’t get her out of my fucking head- FUCK!”
I know that we need to talk, that will solve some of the issues between us. But whatever comes over me as the ceremony ends, is the furthest thing from talking that you could think of.
Walking towards her to make our way back down the aisle, my need to own her takes complete control. Noticing her ink for the second time tonight, I feel anger knowing that someone touched her and something comes over me. Wanting to see the ink that I had given her, and see if she dared to change it or fill in the blank space that was left for my brand.
When I see the blank space on her back, I lose it seeing that she had left it untouched. I see her starting to come back down after her orgasm and the glaze in her eyes begins to fade. Looking towards me she quickly questions, “Gun, we-”
Knowing I need to stop her asking I tug the now shredded dress free from underneath her. Reminding her that we need to work out our issues- and that her mouth is not necessary for that. Reiterating that by shoving a now shredded part of her dress into her mouth.
Remembering her hatred of being blindfolded, I add “Hush, Princess. And stop trying to plead with me with those big brown doe eyes. I’d hate for you to lose your sight as well; I do seem to remember you not liking that.”
Knowing this has already gone further than I would like, I decide to just throw any plan I might have had out the fucking window as well. Seeing that bare flesh before me, I know that I still have a chance with her. Seeing the lust in her eyes as I brought her back to my room and slid my fingers into her waiting mouth. Watching her crumble beneath me is something I need to see again, and right away.
Moving off of the bed, I pop the button on my jeans before pulling them along with my boxers off. Placing them on the chair next to my bed I am quick to remove my cut and shirt before moving back to the bed and this gorgeous woman. Seeing that she has not moved from where I left her, I climb on top of her licking my way from her feet to her mouth. Being rewarded by and knowing that with each moan and every little whimper I’m closer to claiming her.
Seeing her cunt beneath a damp layer of pink silk has my cock fucking harder than ever. Running my finger over the wet panties, I am rewarded with my name spilling from her lips. She tries speaking but the gag is still stuffed in her mouth does not allow for it.
“No talking, Princess. I know that you have questions, believe me so the fuck do I, but we need to do this. We need to get back to how we communicate best, don’t you think?” Tapping on the material coming out of my mouth he adds, “No, never mind don’t answer that, I see your mouth is full.”
Ripping the soaked panties from her body, I am rewarded by her glistening cunt looking back at me. Not being able to hold myself off, I slip two fingers into her quickly. Rubbing her swollen clit with my thumb doesn’t slow the pace I have set pumping in and out of her. I long to taste her again, to know if she is as sweet as I remember. Leaning forward, I use my free hand to spread her legs more and shove her ass towards the sky, leaving her pussy and asshole open further to me.
Swiping through her heat, I am rewarded with the sweetest sound trying to spill out of her mouth around the gag, driving me on. Using my free hand to tug and pinch at her nipples, her squirming continues and the image of her begging for her pleasure strikes me. Moving my hand up slowly I pull at the gag slowly, pulling it from her mouth. I am rewarded with her sweet voice purring out, “Thank you, Sir.” Returning my attentions to her swollen cunt she, is soon begging for her release.
“Please, may I come, Sir. Stuff me full of that fat cock and let me come all over it. Please, Sir.”
Thinking over my decision I am on the verge of giving us both the pleasure we desire, when she adds, “Please Sir. Make me come like I haven’t done in so many years. My pussy longs for your cock, it has been lonely since that night that we were together last, when you owned me forever.”
Cutting her off at the thought of that last night. Of her leaving, never looking back, my mood changes in an instant with my answer, “No, Princess you will not come.” Pulling out of her I stroke my cock a few times, until I am coming all over her chest. “Unlike that first night we were together, I’ll remember that what you are good for and what you end up being should be the same thing.”
Moving off of her and the bed I reach for my pants. Putting them on, “I must be fucking crazy thinking that you would, no that we could just, FUCK!” running a hand through my hair, “Never mind.”
Moving for the dresser, I grab a t-shirt out tossing it towards the bed, seeing her sitting there with her mouth wide open. “Shut your mouth, put this on and get gone. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, this shit won’t work, you have lied and left one to many times for me to give a fuck about this or about you.”
As she grabs the shirt and throws it over her head, I see the image that has haunted me for years. Sara in my bed, in my shirt, still mouth agape, shocked at the words I have said yet waiting on every word yet to come. The image is enough to drive me crazy and almost make me forget what she has done.
“I can’t fucking do this.” Slipping my boots on I should stop myself from going on, but I don’t, “you are the one that fucking left, Princess. You are the one that fought tooth and nail to not be with me in the beginning, fought against the feelings you had for a fucking biker
as we went, then fought against living your life as an old lady to the point that you just walked the fuck out. Well, now you got what you were afraid of the whole time. You are nothing more than that club girl you were so scared to become.”
Reaching for my cut, I throw it on as I head out the door, knowing that this shit between us just got more fucking complicated and a lot less enjoyable. Walking down the hall, I know that I shouldn’t but I grab the nearest bar stool and dive into a bottle of Jack.
FUCK!
Chapter 23
~Sara~
What the fuck was that?
I don’t know what the fuck I thought was going to happen when he brought me back to his room, but that wasn’t it. Moving throughout his room I pick up my shoes and try to sort myself out a little before heading out. Moving to the dresser, and the drawer that used to hold my spare clothes. I reach for it, stopping myself only after I realize it has been over five years since then. Five years since I have been here. Five years since I have seen him. Five long years since I have let anyone get this close. Five long years since I have had a man inside of me.
Not being able to stop myself I reach for the drawer, hoping to find some clue as to what he has been doing. Pulling it open I am rewarded with an almost empty drawer. One of the only things I find in it is the last thing I would have thought he would have there. Poking out from under a box of rubbers is a picture, a copy of the same image that I have had with me every day since I left. A picture of us that Irene took just days before I left. The picture that showed me just how far I had fallen for this man. The picture that made me think that a biker would never change. The picture that showed me, I was too far gone and leaving was my only choice.
Shutting the drawer as quickly as I opened it, I almost miss the only other thing in it. While closing the drawer I hear something as I do and reopen it. Pulling it the whole way out, I notice a small wooden ring box and freeze. Reaching out to touch it I stop short and know how wrong I have been and what I need to do.
Walking through the Clubhouse, I head towards the door when I see him at the bar, drowning himself in Jack. Looking up at the noise of me walking through the now deserted room, I can see in his eyes that this thing between us is far from over. I can’t bring myself to go to him, not now, not when he is so angry, and I see so much pain in his eyes. I have to find a way to make it up to him, to make him see me as a woman who he loves, a woman that he wants, a woman who will not leave, the woman that would make a good old lady.
I know that the first step in that is to work out the issues I still find myself having with him being a Devil. Knowing that the only person who would be able to right the wrongs of my views of MC members would be the man that put them there, my father.
It takes me an hour after getting home, to work up the courage to go see him. I dig a picture out that I have not seen or thought about in going on ten years. I set the picture of him and I down that I had been staring at and know that I have to go talk to him. Hoping that I don’t talk myself out of it I start the drive and find myself trying to get my head straight as I go. I haven’t seen daddy in almost ten years, and I am not sure if anything is going to change the way I feel about being with Gun. I realize that the man that made me think these fucking things is the only man that would be able to help me. Driving for what seems like hours I find myself having passed the Wisconsin welcomes you sign and headed straight for home.
Parking in the driveway of the house I grew up in, I have no inkling that my dad would be home. Years ago when I left he would have never been dragged away from the Clubhouse on a party night, and tonight definitely is a party night because every night is a party night for the Guerillas. Seeing the kitchen light on I kill the engine and get off the bike moving towards the house, checking my pocket to make sure my phone is still there. Reaching the side door, it is swung open by the man who I have not seen in going on ten years.
I hear “Princess” tumble from his lips and know coming here was a bad decision. I am not sure why I felt like I had to go home. Maybe because every time I think about Mack and how he calls me Princess it reminds me of my father. Which in turns reminds me of how shitty he treated my mom. Which screams at me that I do not want to be with a biker because the bikers that I grew up with treated their woman as nothing more than an object.
“Daddy,” is out of my mouth as he moves to the side allowing me to step into the house. As I pull out the chair at the kitchen table, I suddenly forget what it is that I had hoped to accomplish by coming here and find myself lost to the old feeling of helplessness.
“I wondered if you would come back after you took off, Princess.”
“What are you talking about, Daddy?”
“Don’t think I didn’t know all about your running off to New Orleans? Or what Clutch did to you and your little friend Ember? Or about you running away from that man that you started playing house with? I have known where you were the whole time you were gone, why the fuck do you think that Preach went to the Devil’s Iron? You think that shit was by accident, Princess? Nothing happens in this neck of the woods without me knowing about it.” Tapping on the President patch now fixed onto his cut trying to make his point.
Seeing this man with new eyes, I know that the man I thought of as my daddy from when I was a little girl is gone. This man in front of me was probably never the man from my memories anyway. Not the man that would bring me to the Clubhouse to shoot pool. Not the man that would take me on runs so that we could spend time together.
“What happened to make you hate me so much, Daddy? Once I was your little girl, and you would take me everywhere with you.” I say looking across the table to this man.
“My little girl? Are you fucking serious.” Laughing out loud I am startled by the tone he takes when he starts talking again, “I wanted a boy and I got you. Of course, I did get some sons from the hang arounds,” Pointing towards me, “you. I never wanted you, Princess.”
“But, what about all those times we would spend together when I was younger? When you would take me on trips with you? When you would bring me to the Clubhouse just so we could shoot pool and hang out?”
“Those times we would spend together were only cover for runs that I needed to take. I thought a kid coming with would be a good cover, and it turned out I was right. I never got busted although it was close a time or two. Those stupid fucking cops never thought we would bring a kid on a run with us.”
“Why would I come running after you? When you were here, you were nothing more than trouble. Always having to fucking look after you and shit. Fuck, after your mom died I was glad that cunt Irene was nearby to watch out for you just like your mom used to. When she left, I really thought I would have to bring you into the life, and have you around as a club girl or some shit. Not that I would have fucking cared, you are easy enough on the eyes, Preach was more than willing to look out for you, I guess. Now your back, for what?”
“Daddy, what are you talking about?”
“For my blessing for you and fucking Gun to keep playing house or what? That stupid fucking kid didn’t fucking even bang that sexy fucking club girl they had over there, what was her name again? Oh yeah, Layla, that was it.” A smile crosses his face as he goes on, “Gun was so fucking obsessed with you. He didn’t fucking even touch anyone until you were gone well over two years from what I hear. That was only after he started to go to that fucking kink club that those sick fucks run.” Losing himself in thought for a short bit, he continued, “She was a fine fuck that Layla, and that mouth on her could suck you dry in no time.”
Disgusted at hearing my father talk like that, about the woman who fucking set Pearl up no less, had me heading for the door. Shoving my chair back as I stand and make my way to the door. Stopping me with a hand wrapped around my arm tightly my dad growls, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Whipping my head around to him, I try to free my arm with no luck, his grip only tightens as he says, “We are going to head over to the Clubhouse. S
ome of the guys would get a kick outta you coming back.”
“No, I need to be going.”
“Princess, it’s your first time coming home in going on what, ten years. We need to go to the Clubhouse the guys would love to see you. I won’t keep you long, and I won’t take no for an answer.”
Pulling me towards the door, I am scared of this man who I am finding out was never the man that I thought he was. Tugging me out the door, I am shoved into his truck as he then walks around the truck and gets into the passenger seat. “Buckle up Princess, I’ve had a few beers. It’s so lucky that you happened to come home when you did, I was just home for a couple minutes, had to come grab some shit before heading back. How fucking lucky for you.”
As we get going on the road, I wonder why the fuck he wants me to go to his Clubhouse for. I also wonder what the fuck Preach has been doing reporting to him for the last ten years. Knowing that I need to get out of this situation and the quicker, the better I decide to see what else my dad has been keeping tabs on.
Getting more pissed as the reality of my situation sets in, I get a little louder when I ask, “Daddy you sent Preach up to watch me and report back to you? I thought you didn’t fucking care, why would you have sent him then?”
“Fucking Preach. I didn’t fucking send him he left on his own and actually did run into you on accident. He wasn’t the one fucking keeping tabs on you, though, you can thank that fucking cunt, Brandy, he used to screw. She was the one that let me know what was going on with you. It’s fucked up that she had Preach thinking the whole time that she was in love with him, but really she was just using him because I asked.” Pointing again to that President patch on his cut, “Bitches will do anything for this patch, darling. Fucking stupid cunt.”
