Firefight: The Soul Scorchers MC (The Scorched Souls Serial-series Book 2)

by Riley, C. L.

  “What who says?” I shot back, enjoying our banter.

  “They, whoever they are. They say hugs and hand-holding can lead to other things.”

  I knew I needed to stop while I was ahead, but I couldn’t seem to give a fuck about my father’s warning. Bones had told me making Olympia happy and playing nice would help win her over, and that was exactly what I was doing – working to win her approval.

  If sex made her happy, who was I to withhold that happiness?

  Grinning back at her, I took the bait. “What kinds of other things?”

  “I could show you.” She bit her lower lip before running her tongue over it.

  That was all the invitation I needed. “You’ve been kinda bad, babe. I may have to punish you. Can you live with that?”

  My mind was already picturing what items, here in the cabin, would serve my purpose. I didn’t have any of my personal toys or tools here, but I was a resourceful motherfucker when it came to getting my kink on, and I intended to make use of my ingenuity.

  She continued to worry at her lip, seemingly unaware of just how sexy her nibbling was. Her eyes widened when she caught me staring, and her checks flushed. “Yes, sir. I have been bad. Again.”

  My cock strained, and anticipation lanced through me as I watched her shift nervously, still wearing her panties and a t-shirt that strained across her perfect breasts.

  “Sally,” I said with meaning; calling her Olympia again would be like pouring water on the flame burning between us, and this was one fire I wanted to feed. “I like how you just referred to me as Sir. Tonight you will call me, Sir, as if it is my name. Nothing else. Understood?”

  She nodded. Lowering her gaze, she peeked at me through long, thick lashes. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You have been very bad. I asked you to put on some clothes, but here you are teasing me with your hot body, wearing those sexy red panties that barely cover your sweet pussy.”

  Her whole body shuddered. “You’re right, Sir. I disobeyed you.”

  Holy Hell. For someone who had been innocent, a virgin even, last night, Olympia was playing the perfect submissive whore tonight. She was a natural. More confirmation she was made for me.

  Searching the kitchen, I mentally checked off the supplies I needed:

  Duck tape.

  A plastic spatula.

  Pancake syrup and any other sweet treats I could find.

  Ice.

  My bottle of Jack

  That would have to do for tonight. Tomorrow was a whole new story.

  Olympia

  When Boone’s dominant tendencies took over, I was a goner.

  I didn’t care if he was my husband, a de-flocked priest, or a prison escapee. I’d call him Sir and do whatever he told me just to experience his brand of punishing pleasure one more time.

  Before finding him on the porch, I’d taken a few short minutes to determine that fighting with Boone would not serve my purposes, nor would it make our time together productive. If I wanted answers, I needed to earn his trust. We were here, somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, alone; no kids; no club members; just us. It was the perfect opportunity to build a bridge rather than erecting a wall between us that we couldn’t tear down.

  If I could lull him into thinking I was fully submitted, both sexually and otherwise, I might find a way to convince him to reveal more, and perhaps even talk to the ATF or other law enforcement about our situation.

  Great sex in the process was an added bonus I could more than live with.

  With his back to me, I studied his wide shoulders and defined back, tapering down into a firm ass, he was flawless. Painted across his bronzed back, like an intricate design on an artist’s easel, were more colorful tattoos. They told a story I’d yet to decipher. Hopefully I’d get an opportunity to examine them later.

  When I looked at Boone, and remembered the things he’d done to my body, just last night, my pussy actually quivered. There was an undeniable ache between my legs that only he could satisfy. That thought scared me and sent shivers spiraling everywhere at once, causing me to tremble.

  Seeming to sense my scrutiny, he turned around, hands full of strange objects, ranging from Duck Tape to a bag of ice. It wasn’t hard to imagine what the tape might be for, but the ice? Oh, yeah. I had some ideas there too.

  “Sally, you appear to be interested in what I’m carrying. Don’t worry about what I’m up to over here. I want you to go into the bedroom and remove what little clothing you have on. Once you’ve done that, kneel by the bed, ass resting on your heels, with your head bowed and your hands in your lap. Do not touch yourself. Stay still, and wait for my next command. Remember your safe word?”

  I nodded, suddenly afraid. A trail of goosebumps, the hair-raising kind, ran from the nape of my neck all the way down the back of both legs.

  His gaze met mine. “Don’t be afraid, babe. I’ve got you. You can always opt out. I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want. Okay?”

  Nodding again, I pushed my apprehension aside and moved to obey his command.

  Alone in the room, I quickly removed my top and panties, kneeling by the bed, as he’d instructed. The vulnerability of the position was not lost on me. It amazed me how quick I was to trust him in the bedroom but refused to believe him in other matters. I’d need to take a long look at that discrepancy at some point. Right now, I didn’t want anything to intrude on our evening.

  I didn’t have to wait long for Boone’s return. His heavy footsteps preceded his presence. I fought the urge to look at him and the collection of items I knew he’d gathered. The suspense and my curiosity added to my jumbled emotions.

  With my head bowed, I caught a glimpse of his legs. He stopped and arranged his findings on the bedside table; a second later, he towered in front of me.

  “You may look up, Sally.”

  I raised my head and met his heated gaze. His jaw tightened and twitched and his mouth formed a firm line. After what felt like forever, he finally broke the tension-filled silence. “Good girl. When you listen and obey, I will reward you.”

  Shivering, I nodded, eager for his rewards.

  “Stand up and face away from me,” he instructed, his voice thick with need.

  Glad to get off my knees, I quickly complied. Taking a deep breath, I struggled to control my increasing anxiety. With him so close, it was impossible to relax.

  He moved against me, his hard chest pressed against my upper back, the nipple piercings grazing my skin. I could feel his hot breath on my neck; the light scent of whiskey tickling my nostrils. Still in his jeans, his cock strained against the denim and punched hard against my ass. I waited impatiently for his hands to explore me.

  “You deserve a reward. Would you like me to touch you?”

  I nodded again.

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  Oh, God. I wanted to feel his hands everywhere. “Touch me all over, Boone.”

  He pulled back. “Did you forget my name, sweet cheeks?”

  Damn it. It appeared I’d already lost my reward. “Sir, I want you to touch me.”

  He sighed and walked around me, lifting my chin with his finger. “I don’t think you deserve that reward now, do you?”

  I shook my head. “No Sir. I need to be punished.” Saying the words fired a bolt of heat between my legs. I clamped my thighs together.

  “Lie on the bed, on your back, and stretch your arms over your head.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. I assumed the position and waited while he prowled around the bed, his gaze devouring me with its intensity.

  Grabbing the Duck Tape, he peeled away a long section and cut it with a knife he pulled from his pocket. With efficient ease, he secured my wrists with the tape. Admiring his work, he snipped another, shorter piece, and covered my mouth.

  Shaking my head, panic threatened to overtake me.

  “It’s okay babe. Trust me?” He stroked my cheek with his knuckles. Surprisingly, I relaxed and leaned into his touch.<
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  “Good girl. Now breathe through your nose. I’ll take care of you.”

  Being unable to speak was even more unsettling than not seeing when he’d blindfolded me. How was I supposed to use my safe word?

  As if aware of my thoughts, he explained. “I promise you won’t want me to stop what I’m going to do first. Before I inflict pain, in any form, I will remove the tape from your mouth.”

  He grabbed his bottle of Jack Daniels and poured the liquor into my belly button. I arched, and it spilled over my tummy and trickled down my sides.

  He chuckled. “My mistake. I failed to tell you to stay still.”

  He climbed over me and licked away the whiskey, his tongue piercing leaving a trail of scorching heat where it touched my skin. A muffled groan escaped from under the Duck Tape, making me sound as desperate as I felt.

  “Let’s try that again, babe. No moving this time.” He filled my belly button and leaned over me.

  His clever tongue circled around the little hole, before dipping inside. The steel ball tickled, and I wiggled.

  Instead of correcting me, He reached over and grabbed a bottle of maple syrup. What the…?

  Positioning himself between my legs, he pushed my thighs apart. “Damn, babe, your cunt is so fucking sweet, but this is gonna make it even sweeter.”

  The drizzle of syrup tickled my clit and became of river of sticky pleasure as it raced down my slit. Boone sucked my clit so hard, I bucked. Before I could rock again, he used one big hand to hold me firm and continued his onslaught, licking down the trail of syrup and plunging his tongue into my folds. He was relentless. With his thumb strumming my clit and his tongue fucking my cunt, I was lost in a whirlwind of sensations. As he’d done last night, he stuffed a finger into my tight button hole, sending me skyrocketing over the edge.

  My screams, muted by the tape, came out distorted and guttural. He lapped and sucked until tears flooded my eyes. With a final, gentle tongue flick, he rose to his knees and unzipped his jeans, releasing his massive cock.

  “This might sting,” he warned, pulling the tape from my lips.

  “Ow!” I groaned. “Was that really necessary?”

  “I could put it back on, if you’re going to get mouthy.” He smirked.

  I tried to smack him, forgetting my hands were bound.

  “On your stomach,” he ordered, ignoring my antics. “You really are testing me, Sally.” He grabbed a plastic spatula.

  On his feet, he yanked me to the edge of the bed. “You have been a very bad girl.”

  Without warning, the spatula hit my ass with a crack. I heard myself howl. Another blow quickly followed the first; this one harder. I tried to wiggle back to the center of the bed.

  Boone pushed a palm down on my back, keeping me in place. “Oh, no you don’t. Take your punishment.”

  Swat after swat stung my butt cheeks. I was crying uncontrollably, but refused to use my safe word. Despite the pain, the ache between my legs was once again mounting with every slap from his makeshift paddle. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another hit, he tossed the spatula aside and pulled my hips back.

  “On your knees.”

  Shaking and panting, tears streaming down my cheeks, I rose up, opening myself to him. The sound of a cap popping open, wasn’t what I expected. Rather than rubbing lotion on my ass cheeks, like he had last night, he squeezed the lubricant on my tightest entrance instead. I jerked forward, suddenly afraid.

  “I can’t do this, Sir. You are too big.”

  “Use your safe word if you want me to stop, babe. If you don’t, I will continue. I plan to fuck this sweet ass of yours tonight.”

  Hanging my head, I prepared to give up. This was too much. I’d reached my limit at last.

  I opened my mouth, ready with my word, but he countered by plunging two fingers into my soaking pussy. With gentle precision, he slipped his thumb inside my other puckered hole, pumping it in time with his fingers. There was no way I’d ask him to stop now. Not with another orgasm looming.

  “You like that, babe?” He leaned over and kissed my back, his fingers still working their magic on both entrances.

  Just as I prepared to erupt, he changed everything, altering the pace. He slipped two fingers into my ass and massaged my clit with his other hand, his mouth still busy kissing and nipping my back. When he scissored those same fingers inside, stretching my tight channel, I jolted. Hot pain knifed through me, but the way he was working my now throbbing clit kept me from speaking the one word that would end the barrage of unfamiliar sensations.

  “Take a deep breath,” he instructed, replacing the two fingers with the head of his cock.

  I inhaled and exhaled slowly, not at all surprised by how shaky my breathing had become.

  “Good girl. I’m gonna fuck your ass now.” His warning was ominous and final.

  Taking another slow breath, I focused on his talented fingers, still massaging my hard button. My core clutched as the orgasm’s first wave crashed over me. When the second wave hit, Boone slid his cock inside.

  I screamed, but thrust my ass back, impaling myself, reveling in the agonizing ache that seared my bottom while my first orgasm continued to escalate, spinning me higher.

  “Fuck…” he roared, balls deep inside me. “Fuck, yeah.”

  Rising up behind me, he gripped my hips, and his cock pummeled me, thrust after thrust he jammed himself into my hole. Pain and pleasure danced through me as his tempo increased.

  “Lie flat,” he ordered.

  I collapsed onto my tummy. The power of his thrusts forced my mound against the bed, providing just enough friction on my sensitive clit to set off another tsunami. This time when I came, I was afraid I might black out. Tiny dots flashed across my vision and I allowed myself to be carried away, unsure if I’d ever come back.

  Boone

  Flat on her tummy, wrists secured over her head, Olympia accepted my cock’s every rough thrust into her tight ass. With my hands planted on either side of her, supporting my weight, my muscles strained as I pounded harder.

  My balls constricted and my vision clouded. Holy sweet fuck. How was this tiny woman taking me like this? Seeing my dick sliding between her rounded ass cheeks, crimson from the spanking she’d just endured, was my undoing.

  “Where do you want my cum, babe? Inside, or should I coat your bottom?”

  “Coat my ass, Sir,” she hissed. “Cover me with your cum.”

  She didn’t need to ask again.

  Pulling out from her tight warmth, I jerked myself over her reddened rump, my cum marking her as mine. Shot after shot, I spilled my seed all over her golden skin. Using my hand, I choked my cock until I’d emptied every drop.

  Afraid I might actually pass out, I dropped onto my side, arm slung across her back, admiring my work. Damn she looked sexy.

  “Sally, give me a sec and I’ll clean you up,” I promised, fighting the urge to let sleep take me.

  “Just cut the tape, Sir. I’ll shower on my own.”

  Not sure if I liked that solution, I freed her hands. “You look good covered in my cum. I own your hot ass. Remember that.”

  She strained to look over her shoulder, her hair a wild mess of tangles.

  “Go on, babe. I’ll join you. Get the water as hot as you can stand it.”

  She gave me a quizzical look but didn’t ask questions.

  When I heard the shower turn on, I grabbed the ice bag and hurried to join her, my energy already returning.

  Olympia

  I let the water pound against my back, washing away the evidence of our sex play. I didn’t need his cum on my ass as a reminder of his ‘ownership’. My bottom throbbed inside and out; that was reminder enough. Sitting would be nearly, if not completely, impossible.

  Thankfully, I still had pain meds left from the club’s doctor. I could only hope they’d arrived with our supplies. If not, I was going to be in a world of trouble.

  How I’d managed to survive his brutal fucking was a
mystery. Why I’d enjoyed it so much was an even bigger mystery, one I was unable to solve without my memories.

  In all honesty, it didn’t really matter why. The fact remained: everything he did set me on fire. My body responded in ways I wouldn’t have believed possible; but even with that knowledge, one nagging question threatened to put a damper on my satisfaction.

  Would Boone get all uptight again about the fact we’d had sex without me remembering the past? He’d been dead set, after all, on that ridiculous rule just a few hours ago. Something had changed his mind. Maybe if I kept quiet about my concerns, we could move forward with our sexual exploits.

  My worries were rapidly distinguished, as Boone entered the bathroom.

  “I bet you thought I forgot you.” I heard the smile in his voice.

  “No…just waiting to see what you have in store for me next.” That was no lie! I never knew what to expect with him.

  “Good. I like a curious kitten. Now, turnaround and face the showerhead.”

  He waited until I’d moved into position, before slipping in behind me.

  I was continually amazed by how such a large man could move with such stealth and ease. My thoughts were again interrupted as he kissed my neck. “Bet my Sally is sore all over,” he whispered against my ear.

  “Whatever gave you that idea?”

  “Oh…so you’re ready for more?” His erection bumped against my tender bottom.

  “Depends what you have in mind,” I purred. What is wrong with me? I can’t take anymore punishment tonight, especially, not there.

  “My girl is so brave,” he said with a hint of pride. “Now don’t jump. You’ll slip.”

  Before I could ask what he was talking about, he trailed an ice cube down my back, swirling it over my rump.

  I didn’t jump, but I sure as hell jerked away, shocked by the freezing cube. The shower was nearly scalding, as he’d requested, making the temperature contrasts almost unbearable.

  “Brrrrr…” I squealed, wiggling away.

  “Don’t move, brave girl. I promise; you’ll like this.” His voice sounded gravely, once again thick with desire.