by GM Scherbert
~Chapter Three~
~Doc
If I had any questions about Ember and my feelings towards her, they were instantly answered when she wrapped those lips around my cock. I had to hold myself back from raising my hips up and slamming down her throat until she gagged.
Seeing her taking my cock down her throat had me cumming quicker than I thought possible. Knowing that I wanted nothing more than to be buried balls deep in her sweet cunt, I find myself longing first for a taste of her sweetness.
As she positions herself on the bed, I cannot help myself from slowly kissing my way up to her sweet cunt. Pushing her thighs wider, I just have to dive in. Nipping enough to hear a sharp cry come from Ember’s lips, I don’t stop until her legs are shaking and she is moaning out her climax.
Climbing up her body, I hover over her only momentarily before sinking balls deep into her. Hearing the moan coming from her only drives me on. Quickening the pace, I reach down to pinch a nipple, getting rewarded with another moan of pleasure, pushing me to the edge of my orgasm. Leaning down, I kiss Ember’s ear and growl out, “Come with me, Ofiara.”
Not realizing until it was too late that I did not have a fucking rubber on. Pulling out of her, I quickly move to the bathroom and grab a washcloth, washing myself before returning to the bed to do the same to her.
What I find is not to my liking though. Ember has moved under the covers and is trying to hide from me.
That shit will not fucking fly with me after what just transpired between the two of us, no matter what has happened in her past.
“Ofiara, look at me.”
“Vincent, I…”
“Ember, roll over and look at me, right fucking now.” Standing in place, I wait for her to follow my command, which only takes a few moments, before going on. “Why did you try to hide from me? Is something wrong with this? I warned you that once this thing started it would be a cold day in hell before I let you go. That includes you trying to turn away from me. Tell me.”
“Vincent, we have talked about this. When I was with HIM, after sex is when he would be most destructive.” Shaking her head slowly from side to side she goes on, “I don’t know what the fuck it was HE would be thinking. If I had released some tension by having sex, I would be more relaxed, but that was just not HIS way, HE would be on edge and ready to fight in an instant.” Sitting up while bringing the sheet up with her she continues, “I turned away from you because I have never been with anyone, willingly, except the two of you, and was not sure what was going to happen. If you just walked out the door, I didn’t want you to see my tears as you were leaving.”
Moving to sit next to her on the bed, I reach over and pull her up into my lap. Slowly running my hand over her long hair, I try to ease her mind as the thoughts of what she has gone through rage inside me. When I find out who this fucking guy is I am going to pull him apart piece by fucking piece before I put him to ground. Who the fuck can treat a girl like her so fucking badly? Treat her as anything except the Ofiara that she is.
“I will always be here for you, Ember. You and I are together, I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, happy, and sated. You are one of the most important things in my life, with only my brothers and my job with the MC coming close to the way I feel about you.”
~Chapter Four~
~Ember
As the weeks pass, we fall into a comfortable routine. Vincent is at the Clubhouse only for short stretches of time most days, especially the days that I am not at work. Some days, however, he is gone more, and those are the days I find myself busy with work, and don’t have the time to think or worry myself with what he is doing. I wonder if he has planned his runs for the brothers around my work schedule.
We have talked only a few times about the Clubhouse and what goes on there. He will not give away any details, which I am not surprised by, but he insists that we not go there, even when they are having parties. I have questioned him about this and he just says “It is a place for whores, not ol’ ladies.” He always goes on to say that one day, that will change, when more of the brothers have settled down, then he will beam with pride showing me off to his brothers.
I have met only one of his brothers in the past weeks, after I noticed that he had a new tattoo added to his growing collection. About a week ago I noticed the word Ofiara in very bold script with flames engulfing it on his chest, over his heart. I tried talking to him about it, but he just shrugged me off and said that it is what it is.
When he brought one of his brothers, Gun, over to the apartment a few days back we discussed the matching ink he has been itching to have added to my flesh. We have talked, I should say he has talked, about his desire to claim me. He says that to be claimed as his old lady in front of his brothers he needs to have ink put on me. He will bring it up to the MC at their next meeting, which should be in a week or two.
Gun seemed like a very nice man, if not a little gruff and standoffish. He was very gentle when talking with me, almost acting towards me like I’m a child. When I asked Doc about it later, he shrugged it off, saying that Gun was warned to be respectful and that he would not have tolerated any of his normal behavior around me.
Why he feels the need to protect me so much is odd as fuck to me. When I was with Clutch, their Clubhouse was the only place we ever were. Clutch just drank, groped at me for most of the night, and then he would fuck me, if I was lucky. On the occasions where he would want more from me, I would end up bruised and battered, hoping to fuck it was the last time.
Shaking my head, at the thoughts that are racing through, I look to Vincent and with a smirk, I climb onto of his lap and lean down, taking his mouth with my own. Needing to feel the passion and closeness I only get when he is buried inside of me, I deepen the kiss and slowly start to rock my pelvis against his hardening cock.
Tugging sharply on my hair he takes control of the kiss before laying me out on the couch so he can bury himself in me. As he continues the kiss, nipping and biting at my tongue as he does so, he makes short work of my pants, underwear, and top.
Sliding one finger into me, he pumps in and out a few times before pulling back from me and slipping the finger into his open mouth.
“You taste so fucking delicious, Ofiara. I need to be inside of you. Now,” and with that he shifts his body back on top of me and pulls his cock from his pants. Running it through my heat for only a brief second before impaling me. I moan out loudly at the discomfort, which is quickly replaced by the pleasure that only he can give me.
Fuck, I love Vincent. I can only hope that as we continue down this path, our journey is never darkened by the past and the baggage that we both carry with us. Me and my tainted past with HIM, and Doc with his past both in the military, as well as his work with the MC.
Thinking again of Clutch, I am drawn out of my happy state of mind. Putting a stop to the happiness that I have found is definitely something that Clutch would do. Seeing that he had always been quick to stop anything that might bring me joy, and Vincent has been bringing me so much joy over the past months.
~Chapter Five~
~Doc
I have been spending only limited time at the Clubhouse with the Devil’s, and the brothers have been giving me fucking hell for it. Not bringing Ember around is a choice that I had to make, she is too young and I have this driving need to keep her safe and away from anything that could fuck with her. The brothers only know that I have been spending lots of fucking time with a woman. I’m trying to keep most of the details from them until the time is right.
They will need to meet her before I bring making her my old lady up with them though, which is only two short weeks away. I heard Blaze talk about a party that is happening the Saturday night before Church, and it is right after we get back from the next run, so I think that I will talk with Ember about finally taking her to the Clubhouse and showing her off, so that she can really be mine.
As I ready my stuff for the ten-day ride Thursday morning, I look over to t
he bed and can’t stop myself from having one last taste of my Ofiara. Pulling the sheets off of her body, I leisurely make my way up the bed kissing, nibbling, and biting the whole way.
By the time I make my way to her pussy she is moaning and squirming around, ready to be fucked, but she will wait. Using my tongue to get a good taste of her cream, I slowly begin an assault on her clit, making sure that I do not stop until her legs are shaking with her release and I hear those magic words.
“Please, Vincent,” feeling her hands in my hair she tries her best to demand her release from me, “Stop that teasing, bury your cock in me, and fuck me one more time before you have to go.”
Slipping my middle finger into her cunt, I slide it in and out a few times before adding another finger and turning my hand around, using my thumb to massage her now swollen clit.
“You do not get to demand things of me, Ofiara.” Popping my fingers out of her, I taste them before returning them to her. Adding a third and fourth finger before I go on, “I will make the choices about where this goes. I have never been one to have this need to take control and command, but then again I have never been in love before, so what the fuck do I know.”
Twisting my hand around inside of Ember, I have a need to see the gap that I have made inside of her cunt. Pulling my hand out again, I lose myself in the gaping hole laid out before me. Pushing my fingers back inside I hear a moan to match my thoughts as I continue the slow assault and torment that I feel she deserves for her demands on me.
“You belong to me, Ofiara. All of you. This cunt that is crying for more.” Pulling my hand out of her again, I stop to admire the gap once more, before moving my hand down to her ass and pushing a finger into her. “This pretty little asshole is mine as well, and I will do what I will to it.”
Fucking her ass with that one finger until she shudders under her second orgasm, the cries from her drive my need to be buried inside of her. Quickly moving the rest of the way up her body, I slide into her without pause.
Fucking her through two more orgasms before mine takes me, I know that she will be asleep again shortly. Before she nods off I hear the words that I have longed to hear coming out of that sweet mouth.
“I love you, Vincent,” she adjusts her body slightly on the bed and is out before hearing my response, but that doesn’t stop me from saying it.
“I love you as well, Ofiara. You are mine and no one and nothing will ever come between us. If someone or something tries to come between us, I will do nothing short of burning them to the ground.”
Getting out of the bed I look back to the sleeping woman that consumes my every thought: she will be mine, in all ways, soon. I turn from her, looking to the clock I see that I have only twenty minutes to get to the Clubhouse. I finish packing and head to the door, knowing that in only ten short days I will claim Ember before the brothers, and have my ink put to her. Claiming her in every way possible, not that my heart and head have not already done that.
~Chapter Six~
~Ember
Never knowing where Vincent goes when he leaves, is usually not an issue. This time, however, is different.
When I finally roll out of bed on Thursday morning, it is later than I would have liked, but I rush my way through my mourning routine to get ready for my noon to nine shift at the bar. Bartending is a great gig and I really do enjoy the work. Vincent has prodded me repeatedly to go back to school and get into something that would have direct contact with people as much as bartending does.
I have checked out a few of the colleges and some of the programs that might be of interest to me. The program that I have the most interest in is education, but a close second would have to be social work. I have even gone in to talk with a counselor about how my GED would transfer and what else needs to be done before I can start school. If I could score high enough on some of the entrance exams I might be able to finish the program, and be doing one of those things that I am interested in within three years. I would really need to buckle down and take a lot of classes each semester, including summers, but if it is what I truly want, I know that I can do it.
The shift at the bar goes by quickly and I am home by ten, but not feeling very well. When Vincent calls to check in on me, I let him know as much and he jumps at me, demanding that I take off of work the following day. With his nagging and demanding voice, my stomach drops even further and I quickly get off the phone with him and rush to the bathroom, barely making it there before letting lose the snack that I have just eaten.
Feeling somewhat better, I head to bed and sit thinking about where I could have caught this from. Knowing that I have been nowhere except the bar and here with Vincent, my mind takes a giant leap forward and I am suddenly more scared than I previously was. I have felt like this once before.
When the fuck was my last period? Fuck me. How can this be happening to me, again?
Quickly getting out of bed I head out the door to the pharmacy down the street. Grabbing the needed tests, making my way back home, and then having to wait the longest five minutes of my or any woman’s life.
Lifting the test up to see two pink lines, I drop it on the floor and crumble onto my knees to join it. Not again.
The last time I saw these lines I had been with Clutch for almost two years. He never used any protection when he would take me, and neither would any of his brothers if he chose to pass me around, so I knew it would happen sooner or later. Being seventeen and pregnant by god knows who, was not an ideal thing for me, but I thought of the baby that was growing inside of me and knew instantly that I would have the baby. Clutch however, had other ideas about it.
I didn’t tell him, he figured it out after a few weeks of morning sickness, queasiness, and general lack of appetite. The day he confronted me about the baby was one of the last times that I saw him. He came in yelling and screaming with a pregnancy test for me to take. I told him that it would be positive and he needed to stop fucking yelling at me and calm the fuck down. All the stress wasn’t good for the baby.
The laugh that I heard spill from his fucking lips at this was something that I hope to never hear again. That is when the first hit connected with my stomach. By the time he was done, I knew that the baby was no more, and that I needed to get as far away from him as I fucking could.
It took me two weeks to heal enough from his beating to even think about leaving him. Thankfully in that time he was so disgusted by me he would not come around, and only sent prospects to check on me occasionally.
The day I left, a prospect had been over to check on me, and I knew I would have a day or two before he or another one came back. I grabbed my shit up quick and headed to the only other place that I knew. Sara’s house, the girlfriend that saved me from the streets two years ago. Of course, I chose to leave her and go with Clutch, the biggest mistake of my life, and she will be nothing but happy to see that I have changed my mind about him. I should have listened to her from the start, but I was young and stupid.
Healing up at her house for a few weeks before I can pull enough of myself together to get on my own feet, I find an apartment and start looking for a job. After an unsuccessful week of looking, Sara decides to take pity on me and takes me to a party to get my mind off of the troubles of life. We end up at the Devil’s Iron Clubhouse, and I end up in the bed of the man I have dreamt of for years.
Life you are a crazy bitch, to say the least.
Finding myself pregnant again, and not knowing what or whom I can turn to.
Knowing that Vincent’s reaction will be nothing like Clutch’s, I still wonder what he will think. We have only been together a few short months and I am not fucking sure how he will feel about a baby. He knew the risks, fuck we both do, but fuck us if that stopped either one of use long enough to grab a fucking condom.
Knowing that the talk Vincent and I have will make or break us, the sleep that comes is nothing but troubled. It is nothing compared to the shit which is about to hit the fan though.
~C
hapter Seven~
~Doc
Leaving the freeway after six hours of driving, we pull into a gas station to fill up our tanks and to get a break from the road. Blaze and Gun are on this run with me, along with a few new prospects that we are putting through their paces on this trip. Heading to Tennessee is something that will help to secure the peace between us and the Knights. Their National Prez is in Tennessee, and we need to have a face to face to try and work out some of the issues going on in Chicago with the chapter President, Clutch.
Worrying about Ember while I am on a run with the brothers is not new to me. Each time that I leave I think more and more about her, and my driving need to claim her. Ten days until I introduce her to the brothers, then shortly after I will bring claiming her to Church. Gun and I have the tattoo all worked up. I also have a ring in the wings for my old lady. I don’t know how I fucking know, but she will be the only woman that I will be with for the rest of my days. I made a promise to her that she is and will be the only one until I am put to ground, and there is nothing and no one that will make me go back on my fucking word.
Getting my mind back to the business at hand, I notice that we have only a five-hour ride left to reach Tennessee as we get back on the freeway. We make good time and arrive in Tennessee right on schedule. Turning into the lot for our sister charter, we kill the engines and notice a party going in full force. The meet with the Knights National President is set for late the next afternoon, so we head into the Clubhouse to find some drinking, and relaxation.
Gun and Blaze waste no time finding some rip young flesh to waste the night away with, me on the other hand, I slide up to the bar and order some Jack and a beer. It takes only a short time to get a buzz on from the shots of Jack that are going down a little too well. I have been missing out on the nights of drinking while being with Ember, and find myself out of practice. I have a few beers when I am over at her house, but with her being so young, I don’t allow her to drink with me, although I am sure she does at the bar on occasion.
