by GM Scherbert
“Blaze tells me that you like pain, Ofiara. Is that true?”
“Yes”
“How would Blaze know about your kinks, Ember? Did you scene with men when you came back to Chicago?”
“No, no men.”
“You are telling me that you have been gone for more than five years, and you have been with no one in that time?”
I look back at him, but pause before answering.
“Ofiara, answer me. Have you been with anyone while you have been gone?”
“No Vincent, I have not been with any men since I have been gone. I have only been with two women in that time.”
“There has been another woman here in Chicago that you have shared a scene with? Maybe a Domme here that caught your eye?”
“I have only been interested in one woman while I have been back here Vincent. I would just hang out at the club mostly and have a scene on occasion with a Domme to release some tension and fly.”
“Who is this woman that you find yourself interested in at the Dungeon, Ofiara?”
“Pearl,” gets out on a whimper, while I wait for the next installment of this spanking. As the answer registers with Vincent, a smile takes over his face and he peppers my ass yet again with ten, bringing me to the edge of my subspace in record time.
“Master Markus allows you to play with his Pet?” nodding my head in answer, he goes on. “Pearl wants to top you and brings you to sub-space?”
“Yes, it has only happened a couple of times, but Ma’am is surprisingly good at topping me for having such little experience with it.”
Feeling his cock at my entrance, I hold my breath waiting for the inevitable. After a few long moments I feel a sharp sting on my ear as he bites down on it hard, before surging forward, filling me completely. Only pausing momentarily before he starts a punishing pace and is rewarded with my whimpers in mere seconds.
Looking over my shoulder at him, as well as the whimpers, only drives on his movements and the punishing pace. I feel a hand reaching around and a sudden tug on my nipple, before I am screaming out my release. The scream is caught in his other hand as he forces it over my mouth, to mute my screams of ecstasy.
Fuck, he uses my body so well, I cannot even control myself when it comes to him. Especially, now that he has come into his own with his mastery of the kinks that I like.
Tsking me, Vincent lets me know that he is unhappy with my lack of respect by orgasming without permission. “Ofiara you know enough to know that you need to ask permission before coming. Do you not? Did you ask for the pleasure that you just took?”
“No.”
“For that you will take my cock as I see fit and not come again, do you hear me?” is all that escapes his lips as he pulls his cock from me.
“On your knees, Ofiara. Open those gorgeous lips up and take my cock in your mouth.”
Sliding off of the bed, I get to my knees and do as he asks. Grabbing tightly to my hair he begins to fuck my mouth. Gaging on his cock, I am only turned on more as he continues to do as he will with me. When he starts to moan, I know he is close and relish the thought that I will soon be tasting him.
As the first jets start to hit the back of my throat, it is hard for me to hold back from my own pleasure. Knowing how disappointed he would be in me is the only thing keeping it at bay. As he pulls his cock from my mouth, he lifts me up and takes my mouth with his.
“Now, get up to bed, Ofiara. I will be in and out for the next few days tying up some lose ends. When I am done with that, however, you will be mine without wait. Gun will put ink to you and I will finally be able to claim you as mine, something that I have thought of for going on five years.”
“Vincent, we have just gotten back…”
“I don’t want any excuses, Ofiara. You are mine, we both know it. I will wait only so long. I will only be held off by cleaning up the demons that have kept us apart, before claiming what has been mine since the first time I laid eyes on it. You!”
~Chapter Thirty-Three~
~Doc
Leaving Ember again that morning was hard, but I know that I need to keep myself busy finding out as much information on the men that ran her and Pearl off the road as possible. Heading to the Clubhouse, I find a few of the brothers there and head into the office to see what, if anything, I am able to find out. Not hearing from Moses and not being able to find out much new info, I call to check on Pearl.
“Tank, how is everyone doing up there?” I say calling Tank as I exit the Clubhouse after a quick shower.
“Doc, everyone is doing well. Rebel is getting stronger and stronger every minute. They have reduced his time on the ventilator, and he is really doing good. He will still need to be observed for the better part of a few weeks, but all in all he is good. Pearl, on the other hand, is having a rough time with the fact that the doctors needed to give her a hysterectomy to stop the bleeding when they had to go in and get Rebel. She thinks that Markus and I need to have more children and is stuck on it, maybe it is just part of the post-partum, we are not sure. The doctors are on it and we will be here to help her through. How is everything going down there? Any word on those stupid fucks that caused this yet?”
“No, no word on them yet. Moses said he would call as soon as he got word who it was, so I am just waiting on that.”
“How are Ember and the kids doing? Blaze said you went over there to check on them this morning.”
“I only saw Ember when I stopped, the kids were still in bed, but she said they were doing fine. That they missed their mommy and daddies.”
“After this shit is settled Doc, you and Ember will have to bring them up here. I know that Clutch is no longer an issue, and I thank you for that, but these five loose cannons need to be taught a lesson before we have the kids out again.”
“I agree, Tank. Hopefully it is taken care of soon, and I will be able to bring the girls up to you in a day or so.”
“Sounds good, thank you, brother.”
Hanging up, I start up the bike and head for Blaze’s house, knowing that seeing my woman and child will put me to rights for the time being.
Spending the afternoon and evening with her and the kids really helps to calm my want for blood and pay-back. Little Vincent is really a great kid. We have a great time playing outside with the girls, even with the other brothers keeping a close watch over us all. He seems so happy to be able to spend time with me, and I feel exactly the same way. Getting to know my son are memories that will stay with me forever.
After the quiet evening spent at Blaze’s, I head back into the Clubhouse the next morning to resume my search. Around noon that day, I get the call from Moses that I have been waiting for. Letting me know the names of all five of the men that were involved.
Calling Blaze, I tell him the plan that I have worked up to deal with the five men. He okays it, and I go about setting it in motion. He had wanted to take care of the situation himself, but with Rebel and Pearl still in the hospital, we decided that the best path would be for me to handle it.
I grab a couple of the brothers from the front room of the Clubhouse to come into the office. Then call Trip, Country, and Bull to give them time to get over to the Clubhouse before we head out, leaving a few prospects to watch Ember and the kids at Blaze’s house.
The plan is to corner the five men and give them a reminder that real men don’t go after woman and children. Something that is in their by-laws, as much as it is in our own. Moses put himself in contact with Polack, the Chicago VP, and now acting Prez, as it happens. Letting him know what was going on, including what was yet to happen and that there would not only be no retribution, but he would help to get the five men into place for us. Having Moses owe me one is something that has really benefitted me in this situation, and I can’t help but thank my fucking stars that it has played out this way and that I was there that night those years ago to help him out.
Waiting on Trip, Country, and Bull to get here, the brothers and I discuss what will be ha
ppening when we get a hold of the five men. Each agrees that they are game for the beating that is going to take place, even if we are only going to be observers and not participants. I made promises to both Moses and Blaze that all five of the men would walk away, seeing that no members of our families were taken from us.
As Trip, Country, and Bull walk in, the other brothers leave and I catch them up with the current state of affairs. Not one of them questions what we will be doing or what the outcome needs to be. They have been around long enough to know that the retribution that comes will be swift and strong.
As we all head out to the meet that Moses set up through Polack, I know that we are close to finding closure for the wrongs that have been done against us. Making sure that these sorry sacks of shit remember that woman and children are not fair game is a priority. How they could have ever followed the orders of that piece of shit Clutch is beyond me. Even when we were in the military there were unwritten rules that had to be followed. This is the same within the brotherhood that most men find within the MC. The biggest of these had to be no violence towards those that are not involved, i.e., woman and children.
Pulling up to the meet at an old warehouse outside of Chicago around nine o’clock that night, we see about fifteen bikes already parked and a group of men standing off to the side. As we approach the group who are there, I recognize Polack and he steps forward to me, extending his hand.
“Doc, sorry to be meeting under these circumstances, it has been too long and I wish we could be meeting for better reasons.”
Reaching a hand out to shake, I nod in agreement and add, “I agree Polack, this is not the kind of thing that brings us together, that is for sure.”
“We have those brothers Moses asked about around back of the warehouse. I talked with them and they understand where they went wrong in following Clutch’s directives. They will take the retribution that needs to be handed down to them, from us with you and your men watching. They will do it without complaint, or their membership in this MC will come to an abrupt and violent end."
Moving through the warehouse we reach a backroom and Polack leads the way through the door. We see five men standing against the wall who have already seen some action from the looks of them. Polack shrugs his shoulders as I look to him and simply says, “They needed a heavy hand to remind them of the way that this MC works. What can I say? We saved the worst of it for when you and your brothers could watch, so that you would know that we don’t tolerate this fucking bullshit.”
As each of us watches the Knights take turns with their five brothers who have been found wanting, needing this beating to remind them that woman and children are off limits and should have never been put into the path of the MC.
As we leave them bloodied and beaten, we hope to fuck they have gotten the message and won’t repeat their mistakes. Not that they have Clutch and his fucked up orders to follow anymore anyway, so hopefully they are done with these fucked up mistakes.
Driving back into Chicago, we head to the Clubhouse to clean ourselves up. Finishing up, I head towards Blaze’s house to my woman. I can only think how this retaliation has brought me closer to being able to claim her, and in turn for us to start our lives over together.
~Chapter Thirty-Four~
~Ember
Waiting throughout the day, I am nervous as to when I will see Vincent again. I know that he has business to take care of for Blaze and Tank, fuck, really, for me. That doesn’t make it any easier, not knowing what he is doing, or when I will see him again.
Checking in with Pearl, I am happy to find out that she has seemed to cheer up a little. She was so distraught when she found out that she wasn’t able to have any more children, but I think that her men have been good at making sure that she knows that she, Rebel, and the girls are all that matter to them. I am eager for her to be able to come home and get her life with her men going again. The doctors are saying that she will be in the hospital for the remainder of this week, and that Rebel will have to stay a little longer. Pearl has asked me if I wouldn’t mind staying until Rebel could come home, so she can stay with him in the hospital, and of course I agreed. I make plans to take the girls up to see her tomorrow, and let her know they are thinking of her, their baby brother, and dads.
The rest of the day moves by quickly. The kids are outside playing in the summer sun for most of the day, with either myself or one of the men watching over them. After supper I settle them all in on the couch with popcorn to watch a movie before bed. Letting them stay up longer than I should, I am rewarded with them all passing out in their respective spots on the couch. Grabbing them up one at a time, I make my way upstairs with each of the girls in turn, tucking them into bed before starting to clean up the house.
Leaving Little Vincent on the couch as I start to clean up the house, I make my way through the kitchen, hearing a bike pull up outside the house and know that it is Vincent. As he walks into the house, I am stopped in my tracks by him, before I am swept up in his arms and my mouth is taken in a heated kiss. Thankfully, he has a tight hold of me, because I am pretty sure that my knees would have given out with the force of his passion.
“Ofiara,” escapes his lips, then he continues the assault on my mouth. Putting me up onto the cupboard, he places a finger on my lips before saying, “Stay here Ofiara, I will be only a few seconds.”
Walking away he heads in the direction of the living room, where he finds Little Vincent laying on the couch asleep. Coming back to the kitchen with him in his arms, he asks me which room in ours and carries him up the stairs quickly. Taking a few minutes to tuck him into bed for the night.
Vincent returns a few minutes later with a smile consuming him. Claiming my mouth with his again before heading into the front office then going outside briefly. Coming back in, long moments later, I am rewarded with seeing him in his shirtless glory holding onto some BDSM toys, a cane, some rope, and a rather large butt plug which have me squirming in my seat, ready to test this new side to our relationship.
The tattoos that cover him have multiplied over the years, but the one over his heart still has a special meaning. As he steps closer I notice a new one, that is made to blend with the one that he got all those years back for me. Reaching out for it, I notice him flinch as I softly stroke over his flesh.
“Ofiara, careful, that one is still fresh, I only had Gun add it this week.”
Looking closer at it, I notice that the new ink is a set of eyes, brown eyes that I would recognize anywhere. My hand comes back to cover my mouth, which is now widely hung open with the realization that they are the eyes of our son.
“Vincent,” is all I can get out as tears start to slowly trickle down my face. Reaching a hand up to me, he wipes the tears away before tugging my hair sharply, forcing my eyes to him.
“I told you that you were always mine, Ofiara. Since the day I first met you and had this,” reaching to the name tattoo on his chest his hand is beaten to the tattoo by mine, “put on, I have been with no other woman in the years that we have been apart.” Dropping our fingers to the new ink that has been added directly below it, he goes on, “This one is just as precious to me, it will be added to by many more for the other children that we will have together.” Drawing a loud breath in he goes on, “I know that we have a long road ahead of us, but I am not allowing you to run again, no matter what happens or who tries to come between us, Ofiara, you are mine.”
Grabbing for the toys that he has brought with him, he tugs my hand so that I slide down off of the counter and follow behind him as we head to a room that I have never been in before. The door to this room is locked, but Vincent pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door before leading me in. As he flicks on the lights, I see that Master Markus has a play room at his home and am not as taken aback as I thought I would be.
“Strip and head over to the cross, Ofiara. I want to tie you down and cane that gorgeous ass of yours, after I plug it, that is.”
As I take my cl
othing off, I slowly make my way over to the cross, turning and standing with my stomach to the cross. I wait for him only briefly, before I am rewarded with warm hands roaming over my body.
“Step back, bend over, and hold onto the cross while I put this plug in. It will be a tight fit, but it will be beautiful none the less.” As I bend at the waist and grab tight to the cross, I am rewarded with a sharp slap on the ass as I hear, “Spread those thighs wide for me,” and in an instant I am on full display for him “that’s a girl, look how moist and ready for this you are,” is all I hear as I am lost to his tongue sweeping up my pussy as the plug goes into my ass slowly.
Adjusting to the feel, I am only allowed a few moments before I hear, “Up on the cross Ofiara, it is time for me to cane that fucking ass raw for your leaving. Have you felt a cane before, Ofiara?” Shaking my head, I stretch out my arms and put my legs into position, he is behind me again, this time with rope, tying my wrists and ankles into place.
I have never felt a cane before, and the anxiety I feel for the moments before the first strike is nerve-racking, to say the least. I hear the cane move through the air before I feel it land for the first time. When that first strike lands, the sting that I feel is a pain that I could get used to.
Vincent comes around the front of the cross and looks into my eyes saying, “Ofiara, how did that feel? Was that too much for you? I know you are a pain slut, but the cane is so different from a whip or flogger. Let me know how you are feeling, please.”
“It was good, Vincent. It is definitely a different sort of pain than the whips or floggers that I am used to, but I think that I could get used to it.”
As the strikes continue to land across my ass, I take to flying quickly and am brought back down to Earth as my arms and legs are taken out of their bindings, and Vincent carries me to the bed. Placing me onto my stomach, he slowly lifts a bottle of water to me and I raise my head to drink. After taking a few swigs of water, Vincent puts the water down and reaches for some crème that he has laid out next to the bed.
