by Ravenna Tate
“Oh, God, please! Please fuck me…”
“Patience.” It gave him a sick satisfaction to tease her this way after she’d made him wait for her titties. Chicks who did that were both sexy as hell and infuriating. From the second he’d set eyes on this woman, he’d wanted her, even if she had made him wait two fucking weeks.. Guilt washed over him because of his strong desire for Kayla.
Tina had been amazing in bed, too, but she’d also been dead for eight years. She wouldn’t want him to spend the rest of his life not enjoying other women, or even falling in love again. Not that he was ready to do that. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready to ask another woman to be his old lady.
Kayla’s moans brought him back to the present. Pushing three fingers into her now, he coaxed the inevitable climax along, using his teeth and tongue on her clit to help it along. When it crashed over her, she yelled so fucking loudly he was certain anyone in the hallway right now would hear her.
Mastema played with her even after she came, prolonging the contractions until her moans turned to whimpers and she panted. Only then did he rise to his knees and pull on his cock again. “Open your mouth.”
She didn’t even hesitate. Was there anything more perfect than a woman who enjoyed giving blowjobs? He grabbed her head and shoved his dick into her mouth, moving slowly enough that she wouldn’t gag because, after all, she couldn’t stop him with her hands right now. The last thing he wanted was for her to refuse to fuck him again because he’d gone too far their first time together.
Letting her get used to his length that way did the trick, and he didn’t mind waiting. If he fucked up the trust she’d shown him the first time he handcuffed her, he wouldn’t get a second chance. And the Brothers never forced a woman to fuck them. It wasn’t their way.
Once he was able to push his cock all the way in, Mastema moved faster, debating whether to give into his needs and come inside her mouth, or fuck her tasty pussy raw. Holding back was torture, but he loved it. The sexiest woman he’d met in a long time, handcuffed to his bed, taking his dick into her mouth right down to his balls. Every man’s ultimate fantasy.
He pulled out and held his shaft poised at her lips. “Lick it.”
After giving him a quick grin, she moved her tongue up and down the length, swirling it around the tip and flicking it across the delicate skin as she moved. She alternated that with long, slow strokes, making sexy, soft noises every few seconds. It drove him insane. He wasn’t sure he could hold off long enough to fuck her pussy.
“You taste so good,” she said. “Every time I lick cum off the tip I want my mouth filled with it.”
That did it. Mastema growled low in his throat and shoved his cock back into her mouth. He held her head again, giving her the entire length with each hard thrust. When she wrapped her lips around her teeth and sucked hard, he groaned. No way could he stop this now.
Mastema cried out and let go, filling her mouth with his jizz. He watched her face, hoping she was all right because he had zero control over this. Only after he’d squeezed out every drop possible did he withdraw.
“Mmm…” She smiled up at him. “That was fun.”
“Jesus,” he whispered. “But I still want to fuck your pussy. Make me hard again.”
She spread her legs even wider and rocked her hips up and down, her eyes all soft and her mouth slightly open. Some of his cum had dribbled onto her chin. His gaze traveled over her perfect tits and taut nipples to her labia, wet with juice. Christ. This girl made him feel like a fucking teenager. Insatiable. Unstoppable. Ready to fuck all day and night. He hadn’t felt that way in years.
Mastema grabbed his dick and pulled hard, gazing into her beautiful blue eyes. He was in deep shit here with this one, but right now, he didn’t care. He only knew he had to fuck every hole, again and again.
One hand still on his shaft, he played with her tits and finger-fucked her until his cock was ramrod straight once more. The fucking condoms were in the nightstand, but he couldn’t chance not using one. He reached past her and opened the drawer, put one on, wincing the entire time. Once he was sheathed, he lifted her up and positioned her ample ass cheeks on top of his thighs.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh my God, yes. Fuck me hard, Mastema. Fuck me raw.”
“You want it, you got it, Bedroom Eyes. I won’t stop until you fucking cry.”
He guided his cock into her slick cunt and held onto her hips, slamming deep inside her. Mastema grunted and groaned, his balls tensing into hot, tight sacs. Every time her tits bounced, erect nipples grazed his chest.
She moaned and cried out in pleasure, which spurred him on even harder. His body was soaked with sweat. Her pussy was so wet it made slurping sounds as he pounded his dick into it. He hadn’t fucked this hard in forever.
When she came, he barely held it together for a few more moments before he once again reached the point of no return. His cries joined hers as he emptied his cum into the condom. Even after he finished, she still rocked her hips and moaned softly in his ear.
Mastema eased her body off his, wincing as he withdrew. He uncuffed her and checked her wrists for bruising. “Did that hurt you?”
“No.” She wrapped her arms around him and shoved her tongue into his mouth, kissing him like she might never do it again. “That was unbelievable.”
“Fucking fantastic.” He pulled her into his arms and tried to stay awake, but it was pointless. Too long without seriously good fucking, and a very long day, caught up with him.
****
Mastema had no clue how long he’d slept, but when he woke the light outside was soft and purple. Next to him, Kayla was still asleep. She stayed! A huge grin split his face as he eased out of bed and went into the bathroom to take care of business. How long had it been since he’d fucked that hard, and got to do it again in the morning? Too long.
When he returned, she sat up in bed, stretching. Those luscious, full tits jiggled softly. She gave him a huge smile and bounced out of bed. “My turn in there. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Oh, right. Like I would. Hurry up.”
“I can see your patience hasn’t improved with sleep.”
As she walked past him, he gave her round ass a good, hard slap. She laughed and danced away, but his dick grew hard at the look of delight in her eyes. Before she emerged, he put the condoms and lube on the nightstand so he wouldn’t have to waste time fishing them out of the drawer.
“What do you plan on doing with all that lube?” She eyed the large tube he always kept in the nightstand.
“One guess, Bedroom Eyes.” Mastema patted the mattress. “Get over here. You have a smart mouth. Do you know what I do to girls with smart mouths?”
She sauntered toward him, her eyes blazing with lust. “I have no idea.”
God, she was so fucking sexy!
“Then let me show you.” He pulled her over his knee and spanked her, alternating cheeks, but none of his smacks were very hard. He was too fucking aroused to spend any real time on this. All he could think about was getting his cock inside her again.
“Ouch!” But she was laughing as she said it. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
“I doubt it.” He brushed a hand down her ass crack, groaning when he reached her pussy and found it sopping wet again. “Make that I hope not.”
Mastema pushed two fingers into her, rubbing her clit with a third one, until she writhed against his touch and tiny contractions fluttered inside her pussy. The sight of that perfect, round ass, wriggling in his lap, pushed him right to the edge of reason and control.
“Oh, God … I’m coming!”
He increased the speed of his finger-fucking, groaning louder when the contractions grew strong and milked his digits. Her pussy made slurping noises again, and as much as he wanted to fuck her in the ass, he first wanted his cock inside that wetness.
“Now that’s a good morning.” He stood her up just long enough to bend her over the edge of the bed. Her groin was wedged up agai
nst the mattress, and he nestled his body into the backs of her thighs so he could pin her arms at her sides.
“Looks like you’re my prisoner again.” He rubbed his dick over her fleshy ass cheeks, desperate to be inside her once more.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I am.”
“What should I do with you?”
“Oh, God. Anything you want.”
“Anything, Bedroom Eyes?”
“Yes. Please.”
How could any sane man resist that? Mastema donned a condom and spread a generous amount of lube on his fingers, filling her puckered hole with it. He moved his fingers in and out, gently stretching the walls, but when he slid his dick into her, it was inside her pussy first.
She cried out in pleasure as he fucked her slowly, his dick thrusting in and out of her cunt, and his fingers still in her ass. “Fuck. Oh fuck, Kayla. That feels so damn good!”
“Yes. Perfect. God. Please don’t stop.”
When he had nearly zero control left, he eased out of her pussy and removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock inside her tight ass. “Holy fuck.” He moved his hand underneath her body to play with her clit as he fucked her gently in the ass, pushing inside a bit more with each thrust until he was able to slide the full length of his shaft into her.
“That is so fucking incredible!”
“I want you to come again, Kayla.”
“Oh…” Her moans turned into one long, continuous sound, and when her orgasm began, he struggled to hold onto his own, but it was pointless. His cries joined hers, and he let go, thrusting harder now as he gave over to surrender.
For long moments he lay on top of her, until his breathing finally returned to normal. He pulled out and went into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth and toss the condom in the trash. She was still lying bent over the bed. He helped her clean up, and then she went into the bathroom as well.
Mastema was half asleep by the time she emerged. “That was so fucking amazing. But now I need a shower.”
“Fuck the shower. I need food and coffee. Lots of coffee.” Ever since he’d given up smoking, he couldn’t get enough caffeine.
“That sounds good, too.” She picked up the phone in his room. “Hey, Chloe, how soon can we get breakfast for two, with plenty of coffee, brought up to Mastema’s room?”
Seriously? He laughed loudly, imagining the look on Legs’s face right now. As the President’s old lady, she was in charge of the staff and running this place, which meant technically, she was Kayla’s boss.
Rai, who was Tannin’s old lady, and who had been here less than two months, was Legs’s backup. But Rai also now worked for Donny Messina, the Mob boss the MC kicked back profits to in exchange for his protection.
That meant Rai had an office in the building, but since the work she did for Donny wasn’t very demanding or time-consuming, she assisted Chloe in making sure each dancer and sweetbutt had another job to do, so that the place ran smoothly and everything got done.
Kayla’s pretty faced flushed with embarrassment. “Oh. Sure. Um … yeah. I understand. Okay. Thanks.” After she hung up the phone, she faced him. “Chloe told me to come down there and make it myself.”
Mastema wiped the tears out of the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t stop laughing. “What did you expect her to say? This isn’t a fucking hotel.”
She pouted as she put on her clothes. “I guess I’ll be back.”
He crawled out of bed and put his arms around her from behind. “Come on, Bedroom Eyes, don’t be pissed off. It’s how things work here. No one is going to wait on you, especially the President’s old lady.”
“I’ve heard stories.” She turned in his arms. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have asked her to make the food and bring it up.”
“What stories did you hear?”
“That when Rai first got here, she was put up in a room of her own, and two sweetbutts brought her and Tannin food for several days.”
“Okay. First of all, the night Rai came here, she was running from a rival Mob boss who had ordered a hit on her. She pulled into the driveway, assuming Tannin, who was in his truck driving behind her, had been the one sent to kill her.”
“Wow…”
“Yeah. She didn’t come here looking for a job. She already had a job. She ran her own marketing company, which Vito Cinquepalmi tried to take over. When it was all over, she lost her company and that’s why she now works for Donny.”
“I heard she lost her company because of Donny.”
“Not true. She lost it because three of her clients ran companies that were Mob fronts, only Rai didn’t know that until Vito tried to force her into business with him. Once the FBI got wind of what was going on, they froze her assets and shut everything down.”
“But Donny is a Mob boss, too.”
“True, but Donny Messina doesn’t operate the way Vito does.”
“Well, okay, but Rai hasn’t been here very long. How is she already old lady to your Sergeant-At-Arms?”
Mastema grinned. “Tannin fell hard for her from day one.”
“Thanks for the clarification, but I still think it sucks I have to go down there and make our breakfast. You’re not a sweetbutt or a dancer. You’re one of the officers.”
“Did Legs say she’d bring me breakfast but that you had to make yours, or did she say you had to make it for both of us?”
She rolled her eyes. “She said to let her know what you wanted, but if I wanted anything to eat, I had to make it myself.”
He chuckled kissed her forehead. “That’s what I thought. Tell Legs I’d love a few eggs, sunny side up, hash browns, bacon, and a shitload of coffee.”
“You know, you’re lucky I had such a great time with you, or you’d be wearing those eggs.”
Mastema smacked her ass, much harder than he had earlier. She yelled and danced away, out of arm’s reach before he had a chance to swat her again. “Why did you do that?”
“Because as much as I like you, you’d better get used to the way things work around here, or it won’t matter how fucking fantastic you are in bed.”
An overwhelming urge to tell her to sit tight and he’d go down to the kitchen and make them breakfast swept over him. Mastema pushed it away. What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he a man, or a pussy-whipped loser?
Sure, she was the sexiest, prettiest woman he’d met in a long time, but he’d be laughed out of the MC for even voicing such a fucked-up suggestion, let alone following through on it. Despite her adorable pout and the way she stood there, glaring at him, hands on her hips, this was the way things were done here.
“Guess if you’re an old lady, you get special privileges,” she said, her tone still too indignant for the situation.
“Ah, yeah. Damn right you do. It’s a big deal to be asked. It’s as close to a marriage proposal as anyone in this MC will come. If you can’t respect that, you won’t last long.”
Those big blue eyes went all soft again, and his dick twitched. Damn. What power did this she-devil hold over him?
“I thought you really liked me.”
“I do really like you, but for fuck’s sake, Kayla. Scotty’s Place is the nicest club you’ll ever dance in, outside of New York or Vegas. It takes a lot of money and a lot of work to keep this place running, and we’re not comfortable having outsiders in here to do domestic chores. That’s why we all pitch in and help. Even the officers have extra duties.”
Mastema ran a hand over his beard. “I know you’re only twenty-five, but that’s certainly old enough to act like an adult. This isn’t high school. This is real life. You want to stay here and work here, you’ll do the job assigned to you. And, you’ll find a way to fit in with the other women, not just the men. You can’t get by forever on your looks, your dancing talent, or your skill in bed.”
She said nothing, merely continued to glare at him.
“And if you want to be with me, you’ll follow the rules and respect my Brothers and their old ladies. You’ll respec
t the others who live and work here, too. Are we clear?”
“If I want to be with you? What does that mean?”
When she repeated it back to him, it sounded like way more than he’d meant. Mastema was helpless under the gaze of those deep blue eyes. But if he told her that, she’d assume she could get away with anything, and he’d be a damn fool in the eyes of his Brothers.
“I meant if you want to keep fucking me.” Yeah. Right. Like you’d be able to stop now that you’ve had her.
But she didn’t know that. She didn’t know he could no sooner stop fucking her than he could cut off his own arm. The expression on her face became contrite. “I’m sorry. I’ll go downstairs and let Chloe know what you want, and I will make my own breakfast.”
“Good. I’ll be here waiting.”
As soon as she left, Mastema took a shower. A cold one. She’d been here less than two weeks, and last night was the first time she’d done more than give him a passing glance. Now that he’d gone all caveman on her, he couldn’t very well ask her not to fuck anyone else but him, even though that’s what he wanted. She’d either laugh at him, or tell him to shove his sunny side eggs up his ass.
Regardless, the rest of what he’d said was true. She needed to understand how this place worked, and she needed to respect everyone, or she’d end up being asked to leave. Mastema didn’t want that. Not at all.
Fuck. He was in deep, deep shit here.
Chapter Three
After her dressing down from Chloe, it was humiliating for Kayla to ask for help in making French toast for herself. Chloe was busy flipping eggs and bacon like a pro, so Kayla asked the other dancer on breakfast duty to help her. The Brothers had given Natalie the nickname Honey, because not only did she use it in her act, but she used it as lube on them for blowjobs.
Once Kayla’s breakfast was made, she told Chloe she’d take Mastema’s up to him. But Chloe ignored her and walked out of the kitchen with the tray. “I told him I’d bring it up,” she said to Natalie.
