Hearts On Fire: Devils Iron MC 4.5 (Devil's Iron MC)

by GM Scherbert Scherbert

  I look up at him questioning, “What? I thought we had to wait for the baby sitter? Why are we leaving so early? The babysitter is not even here yet. You got a babysitter right? We can’t just take him to The Dungeon with us, Vincent.”

  “Ofiara, I will not warn you again- Quiet. Go get dressed and get yourself ready. The boy will be leaving us when we head to The Dungeon, so stop that train of thought right fucking there. If you are not ready in twenty, however, you will not be pleased by the outcome. And I am not talking about a few swats from a whip or flogger at The Dungeon.”

  Turning from me he finishes dishing up our son’s supper and calls him in from the other room before catching my eye one last time. Cocking his head to the side he meets my gaze and I know that I need to get a move on to be ready in the twenty minutes that I have been given before there are repercussions for my tardiness.

  As I make my way into our room I quickly throw on matching bra and panties feeling as big as a house. However, I am instantly aroused at the thought of Vincent stepping back into his ownership of me. It has been so long since we have played and the way this night has begun sounds like it is about to get a hell of a lot more interesting and turn into something that is right up my alley.

  Finishing with five minutes to spare, I head back down to the kitchen and see that both my son and my old man are waiting for me. Little Vincent is wearing a button down shirt and dress pants and looks completely out of placed dressed as such. He looks from his father to me with a smile that touches his soul and I cannot stop smiling seeing it. Looking towards his Dad I see a crisp clean long sleeve shirt under his Devil’s Iron cut and a pair of tight fitting dark jeans on. Licking my lips, I cannot help the feeling of arousal that was rearing its head only moments before coming back with a vengeance.

  Reaching out to both of the men in my life, I take my son’s small hand in my own as my old man escorts us out the back door towards the truck parked in the garage.

  I smile to myself nervously, wondering what the hell Vincent has planned for us this evening. First, this white dress and him stepping so easily back into his dominant role. Next, coming down to find both of them dressed up and looking like they were going to a funeral or wedding or some shit.

  What the fuck am I getting myself into tonight?

  CHAPTER SIX

  ~Pearl~

  As I am readying for our night out I am surprised to find a wrapped box laid out on our bed as I step into the room after I finished my shower. I looked around the darkened room I notice both Abraham and Markus watching me from opposite corners of the room. As I take the final steps towards the bed, I feel the desire in their glances roaming over my naked body and know that the shower I just took was for naught.

  Grabbing for the box after dropping my towel, I hear a low growl coming from Markus, causing my knees to go weak as I hear him say, “Pet, we need to own you before this night begins. You can open your gift when you return to the room, for now head to the playroom and wait for us at the door.” Glancing down at my naked body, Markus sees the fear in my eyes and answers before I can voice my concern. “Pet, the children have gone with Gun and Country already, so you may do as you were told without fear.”

  “Yes, Master,” is all I am able to get out as I turn and walk from the room.

  Reaching the playroom door, I feel Abraham’s presence behind me as he reaches around me and unlocks the door.

  Entering the room together, Abraham is the first to speak, “Bend over the bed, Little One. Your Master and I would like to redden up and mark that beautiful flesh of yours before we take you together. We want to be able to see our marks for days to come so know this might get uncomfortable. Know that this is for us and your reward will be in serving us.”

  “Yes, Sir,” escapes my lips as I situate myself. Markus and Abraham made sure that the bed we have in the playroom is taller than normal, due to my height. The men thought of my every comfort and their every demand when making this playroom for us. I am more than thankful for the bed being at this raised level, seeing that I am frequently asked to bend over it to get spanked or flogged or fucked, which is again the case tonight, it seems.

  Waiting for my Sir and Master to begin has me on edge, which only lasts a few short seconds before I find peace. This peace is short lived as I hear the crack of the whip before its first sting lands across my ass. Master sets a relentless pace as he continues, only stopping briefly to switch from one side to the other.

  As my Master slows and stops his strikes, my Sir steps in and buries his face in my drenched pussy. He adds a finger to my ass and continues his sweet torture as Markus steps to the bed in front of me. As my eyes rise slightly, I see him pulling his belt free from his pants, dropping it to the bed as he reaches for the button and zipper of his jeans. Taking his pants down quickly, his cock springs free and I cannot help the moan that escapes my lips.

  “Always so eager to have my cock buried down your throat, Pet.” Stroking his cock slowly from root to tip, he goes on. “You will not get my cock in your mouth tonight Pet, sorry to tell you. It will be buried in that sweet ass of ours, as your Sir fucks our pussy until we are cumming. I will give you that choke you long for from my thick cock, the strangle you are searching for, just in a different way.”

  Picking his belt up off the bed he makes his way back around behind me, as Abraham makes his way onto the bed after stripping off his clothing. Sir lays on his back and quickly pulls me over, impaling me on his cock with no pause. Adjusting quickly, I am pulled forward by Sir before I can move my hips on my own. As he takes my mouth with his, I taste myself still on his lips, which only drives my need for my husbands on.

  Feeling hands glide over the globes of my ass, I slow the speed of my hips waiting for the feel of my Master to join my Sir. Before he drives his cock into my ass, he puts his belt around my neck, breath play is something that I was somewhat scared to take on, but having trust in my husbands has gained me pleasure in this too. Sir will watch for my safe signal, if needed, and my flight and orgasm will be amazing when they take my breath away as they are both fucking me.

  “Pet, this is for us, don’t forget. If you happen to fly we will not hold it against you, but you will have a chance to take your pleasure later this evening at The Dungeon, so do your best to stave it off now. If you please us in this, we might even let you in on the plans and pleasures that await you this evening. Yes?”

  When the sound of his voice finishes hitting my ears I feel his cock against my ass. Taking both of these men has gotten a hell of a lot easier in the months since we have been together, but it is still somewhat of a novelty to me. As my Sir grabs my hips to control my movements, my Master starts to push his cock in. After a short few moments I am full of cock and feeling like I am the most cherished possession in the world.

  Finding their pace, they fall into rhythm quickly and I am brought to the edge. Which is only short lived and leads to a tightening of the belt around my neck. As the oxygen leaves me and I am almost at the point of panic, my Master loosens the belt and I catch my breath as they continue their assault.

  As my mind starts to clear I hear Sir moan and am drawn out of my own mind and its wanderings as to what might lay before me this evening and back to the pleasure of my husbands. After a few more minutes of this double assault, Sir and Master are close to the edge. I feel the belt tighten again and as I fight off reaching climax, I am pushed over the edge when both my husband’s cum inside of me, in turn. Collapsing onto the bed together, I am reminded of the love and care that each of them shows me on a daily basis and am so happy that our love, no matter how unconventional, has found a way.

  Short moments later I feel a slap against my ass and Markus saying “You will shower with Abraham quickly and get ready. We will be late to the Clubhouse if you are not ready to go on time and we are sure that you would not like to miss the beginning of the surprise that Doc has in store for Ember. You have thirty minutes; Pet do you understand?”

 
“Yes, Master. I understand and I will be ready. Thank you.”

  Leaning over to kiss him, the breath is taken from me with the emotion that I find in that kiss.

  Sliding out of the bed, Abraham and I move from the playroom through the hall and into the large bathroom that is attached to the master bedroom. Getting the towels together I am shown my Sir’s love by him getting the shower on and brought to temperature before I return. Showering together has always been a struggle, but with the time constraint we find ourselves in, we are able to hold out from each other.

  As we get out of the shower, I decide on doing my makeup before leaving the bathroom. Walking from the bathroom I see both of my husbands’ sitting in chairs on either side of the bed. Looking up from his watch Abraham lets me know that I have less than ten minutes until we need to leave. Markus stands and strides over to the edge of the bed and picks up the box that started this delicious encounter.

  “You will wear what is in this box, Sweetling. It will make us happy to have you showing off your gorgeous body, the ink we have put on your body, as well as the marks that we have placed on you this evening.” Stepping closer to me, Markus runs a hand down my arm and a shiver runs through me.

  “Do you want to know what we will be doing tonight?” Abraham asks from across the bed, drawing me back to the moment.

  Nodding my head eagerly at his request he goes on, “We will be going to the Clubhouse to help celebrate with Doc and Ember, who will be putting their relationship on paper. Then we will head to The Dungeon and you will get to scene with Ember one last time before she has their babe.”

  Markus again runs his hand down my arm before asking, “Would you like that Pet? Would you like to have Ember at your command again this evening? You seem to enjoy it so and I believe that Ember might enjoy it even more than you do, if that is possible.”

  “Yes, Sir. Yes, Master. I long to please you and if you would find pleasure in this, then it is what I would love to do for you.”

  Smiling to myself, I look in the box and am taken aback at the sheer lack of clothing. I know that my husbands like to push me, but when I pull out a see through set of bra and panties I am left hoping that there will be another outfit for me at The Dungeon. The dress that I then take out of the box is beautiful, short, extremely fucking short, but beautiful none the less.

  I quickly put on the underthings and dress, and walk into the bathroom to fix my hair. Putting on a little lipstick I walk back out to see that my husbands have changed into long sleeved dress shirts with their cuts over them. I flash back to that night those months ago, that we stood before Preach and said our vows, knowing that Doc and Ember will be doing the same brings such joy to my heart.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  ~Doc~

  Seeing her walk into the kitchen wearing the white dress that Sara picked out for her, takes my fucking breath away. I knew the moment she came back into my life that I would not be able to go on without her again. It has just taken me some time to get to the point that we are actually ready to put ink to paper.

  Thankful that I had already brought this to the brothers when I had my ink put to Ember, I knew that it was only a matter of time before we were husband and wife. I thought that she would be planning the big day, but for the majority of the past six months Ember has been having a rough go of it. It seems that our little girl has been putting her momma through the ringer with extreme morning sickness.

  I never thought that I would be surprising my old lady with something like this. When Prez and Tank did it, I really thought that they were fucking insane. At that point Ember and I had only just found out that she was pregnant. Don’t women want to plan that shit out? Isn’t it like every little girl’s dream to be able to make all the decisions about who, what, when, and all that shit? What the fuck do I know about planning a wedding?

  Nothing, that’s what- and that is exactly why I enlisted Prez, Tank, Sara, and Heather to help me out and to keep this whole thing a secret from Ember.

  Earlier today I went to check on both the Clubhouse and The Dungeon to make sure that everything will run smoothly tonight. We are all set up for the small ceremony and then the dinner that we will share with all the brothers and our friends at the Clubhouse.

  The Dungeon is set up for a Valentines Party like no one has seen before. The main stage is set for our women to share their scene this evening. Markus and Abraham set out the implements that they know are Pearl’s favorites.

  I head to the stage to look and see what my Ember has in store for her tonight. The spanking bench is out as well as the St. Andrews Cross, which will be a challenge to get Ember on with her expanding belly. Noticing the vast array of pillows under each, I know that both men have not forgotten the struggle of making a pregnant woman comfortable while playing. Looking towards one of the two side tables I notice cuffs, ropes, floggers, and small whips. Moving my head slowly to the other table I see a variety of butt plugs, vibes, dildos, a strap on, and nipple clamps. Knowing the sensitivity that comes with pregnancy I know that Pearl will give Ember one hell of a scene and that they will put on a hell of a show for the members.

  Leaving, I make my way to the Clubhouse to check on the preparations there. Looking over the modest decorations and set up I am pleased with how it has turned out. Running into Gun after I have finished looking around, I ask if he has seen Sara.

  “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.” He turns to walk away and I can barely make out these last few words, “Just because I can’t get her out of my fucking head- FUCK!”

  Watching them the last few months has been a fucking show to say the least. Ember still tries not to tell me much about what went on. I know that there is a history stemming back from the days that Gun was sent to watch Sara while Ember was away, but that is really it.

  Sara and Gun are fucking drawn together in all things, but fucking pride stands in their way. They are both getting more stubborn and pigheaded each day that passes. Knowing the feelings that Gun has and is trying so hard to hide, I pity the fucker. He needs to step up and take what is his, before some other stupid fuck takes it, or it is lost to him for good.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  ~Ember~

  Pulling into the lot at the Clubhouse, I notice that there are a lot of vehicles around for it being so early in the night. I never knew that the brothers were big on celebrating Valentine’s, but what the fuck do I know. Vincent rushes around to my side of the truck and helps me down before reaching in to help our son. Feeling completely out of place, I smooth down the white dress over my ever growing baby bump and look towards the man that has meant everything to me for years. Not knowing what he has planned for this evening I move cautiously into the Clubhouse. What I see before me stops me dead in my tracks and the tears start flowing.

  The Clubhouse is decked out with decorations and an archway in the middle of it. All the tables, dartboards, and pool tables have been moved. Rows of white chairs have been situated looking towards the arch, under which Preach stands beaming at us. Looking towards Vincent I see the love in his eyes and know in an instant what we are doing tonight. Leaning up I capture his lips with mine and kiss him with all the passion and love I can muster.

  “Ugh! Mom! Dad! God!” Is all I hear before feeling our son run off in the direction of the other kids in the room.

  Pulling away from him, I look around the room and see all of our friends, family, and brothers. Spying my mother on the other side of the room I step towards her and am stopped in my tracks. “Not until after. I am not waiting another minute to make you mine.” Looking from me around the room and then back to me, he licks his lips and smiles a wicked smile. “Are you ready to do this shit Ofiara or what?” Vincent says with the playfulness of a child.

  “Didn’t thin
k you would ever ask.” It’s the only answer I can give him as I am ushered to the back.

  Getting into one of the back offices I see that Pearl, Sara, and Heather are all here wearing bridesmaid dresses. Embracing each one of them I look to Pearl, questioning what is going on.

  “They didn’t tell me Ember. They knew that keeping secrets, especially from you, is not one of my strong points, so they only just told me what was happening as I was getting ready tonight.”

  Looking towards the other two the humongous grins on their faces give them away.

  Sara is the first to answer my unasked question. “Doc, Prez, and Tank all asked for us to help set this up. I got wrangled into doing this part, where Heather got to do the next phase- which I would have liked much better. Especially considering Gun has been staying at the Clubhouse, so every time I have come to talk to anyone about the wedding, the guests, or the fucking decorations he has been here. Fucking watching my every move. Why won’t he just go away.”

  “This is his home, Sara. Where else would he be?" Pearl gets out sharply, only knowing some of the story that has been unfolding between these two over the past few years.

  “His home? No, this is not his home. He has a home outside of Chicago, it is fucking gorgeous and I don’t know why he chooses to stay in that fucking hole of a room here instead of there. He could do so much more than be the tattoo guy of a motorcycle gang.”

  Without warning Pearl lands, a slap to Sara’s face. “Shut your fucking mouth Sara. This is not a gang and you for one should not be disrespecting the way that Gun chooses to live. He has a job that he fucking loves, owns the shop that he works at, and is part of a brotherhood that any of these men would give their lives for. He has watched over me, and even you, from what I hear, without question to keep us safe and for that alone I will not listen to you talk shit about him.”