by April Lust
I shifted my eyes to Ozzy. She followed, and I saw the moment she realized what I was saying with my eyes. She looked back at me and winked.
“Hey, Ozzy,” she said. “Do you mind waiting outside? Girl talk in here.” She didn’t even look back as she made the request.
“Sure,” he said, and he slipped out the door quickly, disappearing into the early afternoon sun.
“Nice,” I laughed.
“Yeah, I got him trained,” she remarked, proud of herself.
I sighed and raised my eyebrows. “That’s another thing,” I said. “He wants to train me the way you have Ozzy trained, I think.”
“How do you mean?” she asked me.
“I don’t really know how I mean,” I admitted to her. “Like, the other night, when he was over here, he spanked me.”
Laughter erupted from her spontaneously. “Like, bent you over his knee and disciplined you like a little kid, or spanked you, you know, sexually?”
“Both? It was strange. He made me submit to him,” I told her.
“Oh, damn, it’s like that,” she said. “Girl, you got yourself a freak.”
“Funny, but all this talk about submitting to him and being disciplined, letting him control me and all this stuff has me wondering what the hell else he might expect of me.”
“You were pretty submissive with Ryan, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, but it was different. That was an all-the-time at least when he was home sort of thing. I was his housewife, you know? It wasn’t so much in bed. I mean, in a way, my side of our sexual relationship was very submissive, but it was also passive. I would lie there and let him do his thing. With Mark, I feel like it’s going to be more of an active kind of submission, you know?”
She shook her head. “Sex with Ozzy gets rough sometimes, but not like dominance and submission, none of that.”
“I mean that instead of sitting there letting him pump me full of his cock, he wants me to be submissive, to perform certain tasks or talk a certain way.”
“Whatever.” She shook her head again and shrugged. “Do whatever makes him happy. If he wants a submissive, be submissive. Yes, sir. No, sir. Give him the whole nine yards. Let him take control if that’s what he wants.”
“But what does that mean for domestic stuff, like cooking and cleaning, stuff like that?” I asked.
“I guess if you know he’s coming over, cook for him, but if he doesn’t let you know he’s coming over, he’s probably not expecting more than sex or MC related stuff,” she said. “I think you’ve got it. There’s not a whole lot of mystery to Mark.”
“Right. You didn’t even know he was kinky,” I said.
“It’s not like I’ve ever slept with him, so why would I know?”
“Good point,” I said.
“Look, so far, it sounds like he’s going to go easy on you,” she told me. “So go with the flow and try to keep up with him.”
The longer we talked, the more we talked about what my being submissive to him might have meant for me in bed. We talked about the possibility of bondage, or of him taking me whenever he wanted me. She brought up the possibility of him being into humiliation and making me do somewhat degrading acts, like kissing his feet.
By the time we were finished talking about the more extreme possibilities in bed, I decided my best bet was probably going to be to hold off on sex as long as possible. After all, the longer I waited to sleep with him, the less likely I was to get pregnant anytime soon.
After Alice and Ozzy left, I decided I was going to stall as long as I could, using any means I had at my disposal. I wasn’t sure what my end goal was or how long I expected to be able to hold out, but I was going to do it, dammit. Rather, I wasn’t going to do it.
It was still a couple of days before I saw Mark again. In the meantime, Alice had stopped by a few times to check on me and see how I was doing. She’d tried to convince me to go to the clubhouse with her, but unless I was invited, I felt like I didn’t want to show up unannounced. I didn’t know how Mark would have handled that. I told her I was going to wait until I saw him or got an invitation to come out there.
Then it came. There was a hard knock at the door a few nights later, after Alice had left hours earlier. At first I thought it was her or Ozzy knocking on the door to get my attention, but I looked through the peephole and saw Mark standing there. I was surprised to see him, but I didn’t want to keep him waiting. I already knew better than to do that.
I quickly answered the door, and he stormed into the apartment. He hadn’t shaved. His hair was a mess. He wasn’t drunk, but I could tell he was in a mood.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me to him before I even got the door closed all the way.
His lips met mine, kissing me greedily. He held me by a hand on the small of my back and one on the back of my head. When he let go of me, I stumbled back. He went to the fridge and opened the door to look in.
I started to say something about making himself at home, but I stopped myself. He owned me, and my home was his home if he wanted it to be. Everything in the apartment belonged to him now.
“You still don’t have any beer, do you?” he snapped, shutting the refrigerator door. I saw him make a conscious effort not to slam it.
“No, I need money for groceries so I can get some,” I said.
He walked out of the kitchen and put a hand behind my head again. “You can have a weekly allowance then, to make sure you have everything you need, but only if you do as you’re told,” he said, his lips brushing my cheek while he talked.
“Thank you,” I said in a tight, careful voice. I didn’t want to speak too loudly.
He was definitely horny. I had my work cut out for me, trying to keep him from fucking me so soon. So the first chance I got – when his grip relaxed slightly on my hair – I slipped away from him and started walking towards the living room and the couch.
I sat down and crossed my legs. It was both sexy and guarded, and I was trying to be careful to close myself off to him. A grin crossed his face and he joined me on the couch.
His hands were on my legs immediately, rubbing up and down. I reached down and took them in mine, letting our fingers intertwine. I pulled his hands away from my legs. He took it as a playful form of resistance and started kissing me again, pulling his hands out of mine and wrapping his arms around me.
There wasn’t much chance of things not getting sexual with him, so I decided a bj should take care of him. I reached down and stroked his leg, rubbing my hand up between his legs. He was fucking rock hard in his pants. I opened his zipper and slid my hand in, grabbing him through his boxers.
I pulled his cock out and stroked it, forcing it to grow even harder. I pulled away from the kiss and leaned down, putting my head in his lap.
I kissed the tip of his erection and slowly slid my lips down his shaft. I ran my tongue down the ridge on the underside of his shaft. Not wasting any time, I started working him in my mouth, sucking hard as I pulled back, sliding down to where my fingers were wrapped around his base, taking almost all of his cock in my mouth.
I wanted him to cum in my mouth, and judging by the way he moaned and breathed above me, and the hand on the back of my head guiding me, he wanted that too.
Then, suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled my head up.
“You’re not here to suck my dick,” he growled. “You’re here to get pregnant.”
He turned me around and pushed me down on the couch. He pulled my pants and panties down, and I was exposed to him. Fuck. I didn’t even have a chance to fight back. I tried to push myself up to keep him from getting easy access to me, but he put an arm across my back and pushed me down again.
“Just fucking take it,” he said. “This is why you’re here.”
He reached down with his other hand and spread me open. I was so wet already. Being dominated by him turned me on more than I wanted to admit, even if it meant having sex sooner than I had planned.
I felt him press ag
ainst my opening, and then he was inside me, shoving himself deep into me, pushing hard, all at once. I grabbed the arm of the couch and the side of the cushion. I cried out and winced, tightening up my whole body.
He slid back and forth, then in and out of me for a moment until he spread my juices across his shaft, making the movement easier. I pressed my ass up against him as he drove into me, taking him deeper and deeper.
He grabbed the back of my head again and pushed my face into the arm of the couch. He slammed into me, stabbing me with his cock. I listened to him panting above me. He fucked me hard and fast, holding me down so I couldn’t move.
“Take it,” he said, again and again.
“Yes, baby,” I said.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh God,” he growled above me. “Take it all, babe,” he groaned as he pushed himself in slowly and held himself deep inside me. I could feel the head of his cock pressing all the way back into me.
My body shook as I felt him straining. I knew he was about to come inside me, and the thought that I had caused that got me off. I shook as he erupted inside me.
“Oh shit, baby,” he called out above me, and he started shoving himself into me again, intense strokes that filled me with his cock and his warm seed.
“Take it all,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” I groaned as I came with him. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of ecstasy through me. How was he treating me so rough and yet getting me off so easily? I didn’t understand.
Even as he pulled out of me, I was still shaking. I heard him zip up and reach into his pocket.
“Here’s two hundred,” he said, dropping a wad of cash on the table next to the couch.
“Thank you,” I said, turning over and pulling up my pants as I watched him adjust his clothes and walk back out the door.
He didn’t even say goodbye. He left me lying right there on the couch, my pants not even back over my ass yet. I didn’t know what I expected, but it was definitely to be more than his prostitute.
Chapter Twelve
Mark
“You know what your problem is, boy?” Alan asked over that damn phone in the prison visitation booth. “You’ve never had sex with a real woman before.”
“What are you talking about, Pop?” I asked. “I’ve been with plenty of women before.”
I was already starting to regret telling Alan about the shit Nora had tried to pull the other night, trying to get off with only giving me a blow job instead of letting me fuck her. She knew her role — her job was to give me a son so I could take my rightful place as the president of Shadow Reapers.
“No, you’ve been with girls,” he argued.
I groaned and rolled my eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me. You know I’m right. That’s why you’re so aggravated by what I’m telling you. Look, you’ve had a pretty charmed sex life so far, kid. You’ve had all these girls who were willing to satisfy you in any way possible because they thought they were going to get something out of it. You didn’t have to work for any of it. It just happened the way it happened. They wanted attention. You gave it to them. They didn’t care how they got it or what kind they got, as long as they got it.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I had asked him how to go about handling Nora and her little tricks to try to get out of having sex with me. That was a mistake, I realized.
“I think it’s damn funny you’re having trouble now that you got yourself a real woman. Sounds like you found a good one though, if she’s already trying to figure out how to get one over on you. Maybe you need a challenge. It’ll turn you into more of a man, boy,” he said with a mean-ass grin on his face.
“I don’t know why I even bothered,” I said. “I expected you to be able to give me some kind of advice, and all you can do is sit here and talk shit.”
“I know why you bothered,” Alan said, his sudden change in tone catching me off guard. He sounded like he was about to give me some genuine advice for once.
“Please, tell me, Alan, why did I even bother?” I asked, making no effort to hide how exasperated I was.
“Because you’ve never had a legitimate relationship before, and now, you’ve got to maintain this woman. You may have brought her in so you could have somewhere to deposit your seed to get a kid down the road, but by promising to keep her, you’ve taken on responsibilities for her,” he said.
I couldn’t believe it. My dad was actually being a dad for a change. He was dropping some relationship knowledge on me, talking about things we had never talked about together before.
I knew he was right. I was responsible for her, but that didn’t mean I wanted to admit it.
“You want things to stay the way they’ve always been for you,” he continued. “You want to come in, hit it, and run off as soon as you’re finished. Boy, you’re not going to be able to keep this woman like that.
“If you want to build loyalty within the MC, you’ve got to start with a loyal woman. You’re not going to keep a loyal woman if you keep hitting it and quitting it every chance you get. Sure, you might get her pregnant, but the MC will see what a douche you’re being, and you’ll wind up like my old president, dead in a fucking ditch somewhere.”
He looked me dead in the eye as he said it, and a chill ran down my spine. I knew when Alan talked about the dangers of the MC life, he knew what he was talking about. He’d written the book on what it meant to be ruthless in our little game.
“So, tell me more about how you’re keeping her,” he said.
“I’m giving her money for groceries and other things she needs. I’m covering her utilities and her rent,” I told him.
“How does she dress? Where does she live? Does she drive? If so, what does she drive? Does she hang out with the old ladies and the club girls? Come on, boy, give me some real details. Stop doing like your bitch and trying to suck me off instead of giving me the good shit.” He chuckled at that last bit, pleased with himself for the reference he’d made.
“She lives in a small one-bedroom apartment. It’s kind of claustrophobic.”
“Stop right there,” he interrupted me. “You’ve already fucked up. You need to move her into a better place. You need to make sure she has plenty of clothes. You need to make sure she’s driving a nice car or you’ve got her on your bike as often as possible. And before you tell me she hasn’t been to the clubhouse since the night you took her off that other cocksucker’s hands, let me tell you she needs to be there with you every day. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. I felt like a little kid who’d just slipped up and said the wrong thing to an adult. I couldn’t win with Alan. I had never been able to.
“So, when you leave here today, what are you going to do?” he asked.
“I’m going to start working to improve my woman’s station,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure if I was going to go through all that trouble for her yet.
“No, you’re not,” Alan said, calling me out like he could read my mind. “I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to go back, and you’re actually going to consider how she feels about what you’re doing. You’re going to stop abusing her with your sexual in-and-out bullshit, and you’re going to treat her like the lady you want giving you a son.”
“Okay, but how do you know I’m not going to do better than that?” I asked him, honestly curious.
“Because I wouldn’t. Don’t be an idiot, kid. I’ve been at this a lot longer than you have. Hell, how do you think I got you?” He winked and gave a wheezing laugh.
“You alright over there?” I asked him. “That didn’t sound too good.”
“All those years smoking, boy. Killing my lungs. But don’t get your hopes up, I’m not going to kick the bucket anytime soon. I’m going to sit my happy ass back here and torment you as long as I can.”
I nodded. That was my dad, alright. That was the same as he’d been my entire life, busting my balls every step of the way.
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p; “So tell me, son, is she as good as she sounds?” he asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, you dirty old pervert?”
He laughed a hearty laugh at that one. “Good one, kid. Good one. You’ll pay for that one day, though. When I get out of here, I’m going to tear you a new one.”
“I’m hoping that when you get out of here, I’m the new president, and you don’t have a seat at the table anymore.”
His eyes sparkled. “That’s what I’m talking about. You are listening after all. Glad to see it. Now, get your ass out of here, go home, and take care of the woman who’s supposed to be the mother of your child. Don’t screw this up, kid.”
