Only when his hand slipped down onto her thigh, did her mind switched to more interesting things. This was how she could cope with it all, concentrating one hundred percent on the way his hand circled her thigh, small gentle strokes, climbing higher and higher.
Something struck her when his hand slipped between her thighs, Snake was an exhibitionist. He enjoyed the conquest of her body, especially when people were watching. This knowledge gave Faith confidence in herself. If he didn’t value her physically, he would not show her off like this. She was no conquest if he thought any man could have her, or no man would want her.
Occasionally one of the men glanced down at Snakes hand as it slid along her slit, the feeling incredible even through her clothes. Faith wondered, if she had been wearing a skirt, if he would have lifted it up and openly fingered her in front of them. She was sure he would have, and she felt a twinge of disappointment his intimate access was denied.
God, what was happening to her? Perhaps she was the exhibitionist after all. Whatever she was, her fantasies turned her on. She imagined parting her thighs so he could push inside her, the looks on their faces, how they would struggle to concentrate on gun running and whores if they could watch their leader fingering his woman.
Unconsciously she had begun to wiggle on Snake’s lap. His hard length pressing against her soft bottom, making her need more urgent. She wanted him to take her again, as he had the night before, to make her scream as she came wrapped around him. Her face flushed, and she closed her eyes, moving a rhythm that mimicked the very act she was imagining deep in her mind.
What she didn’t know was how short he cut the meeting because he could not wait to get her upstairs, and into his bed.
“Well gentlemen,” he said, practically tipping her off his lap. “I have something more pressing to get on with.” He winked at the men sat around the table, and then they were out of there.
A breathless Faith stumbled out of the door with his hand under her arm, propelling her forward. When the door closed behind them, he pulled her back towards him, before ramming her roughly against the wall, his thigh pressing between her legs. She felt the hard length of him, it dug into her as he tilted his head and kissed her, fisting her hair roughly and meeting her lips fiercely.
The kiss left her more breathless, and more than a little dizzy. She was unsure exactly what had happened, but she didn't care. Her lips parted and his tongue slid inside to taste her, his free hand cupped her full breast and he squeezed it, his thumb brushing her nipple.
“You are a tease,” he said, pulling back from her. “I should strip you right here and now, and parade you naked through this brothel. There are men who would pay good money to have a few hours with you.”
“Is that what you have planned for me? Once you’re done you’ll share me around, sell me to whoever wants me? Is that what this tattoo means?”
He pulled the hem of her top up, and then dragged it over her head; she stood self-consciously in her bra. His fingers pulled the strip off that had been covering her tattoo, his fingers running over it softly. “Oh, no. That means you belong to me. No one else, and I am very careful who I lend my stuff to. I intend to keep you to myself. As long as you are obedient and do as you’re told.”
His mouth dropped butterfly kisses along the swell of her breast, over the scar of the tattoo, and then up her neck. She trembled with desire.
“Is that what you want? A meek woman to do your bidding,” she said, her hand grasping his cock and pumping it through his clothes. “Or would you prefer a woman who has her own ideas.”
“That depends. I don’t know who else has control over you. But I intend to make you obedient to only me. Until you show better judgement.”
She went to break away from him, offended by his words, but he held her fast. “You’re not going anywhere.” He grabbed her hand, and made her put it back on him. Holding it and running it up and down his rock hard cock. “If I told you there would be no repercussions would you tell me?”
“That depends on whether I can trust you,” she said, squeezing him and then releasing him, knowing by his breathing she was driving him to distraction.
“Then let’s go upstairs and I will teach you all about trust.”
He stepped back, and held her hand firmly; she could not get away from him even if she tried. Back to the hallway they went, where Francine was sitting reading a magazine, waiting for them patiently.
“You’re earlier than I thought,” she said, looking at Snake and then to Faith, her gaze resting on her voluptuous breasts.
Faith smiled to herself, there were some perks to being a curvy woman, and her breasts were obviously her best asset. So instead of trying to hide her figure she took a deep breath and pushed them out, trying to look relaxed at the same time, as though she were comfortable in her own skin.
Francine led them up the beautiful staircase. Faith was surprised to find the house was not as tacky as she had imagined. It was plain that they were trying to cater for a higher paying clientèle. They paid more for privacy, or so Faith imagined. She would love to spend a couple of hours here on a Saturday night; she bet there things going on that were hushed up.
Her mind then flitted to contemplate just how bad the Dread Cult were. Did their illegal business stop at guns, or were they hired hands to use those guns too. Had this man leading her to bed ever killed anyone? Was he capable of such a thing? It was a question that would reflect what she eventually told him about her brother. Because she was sure one way or another, Snake would never let this rest. He didn’t know the facts yet, she was sure of that now, but when he did, she did not know what his reaction would be..
Francine led them down a long hallway and Faith was sure she could hear the sounds of other people indulging in carnal pleasure. The thought of all the doors they passed, holding forbidden secrets, had a strange effect on Faith. Taking her state of arousal a little higher, until it peaked when the unmistakable sounds of someone being whipped came through the closed door of one of the rooms. Her hand tightened in Snakes, and he turned to her and smiled. “If you’re feeling adventurous, I could always asked Francine to bring some toys.”
Faith didn’t know what to say. Perhaps when she knew Snake better, trusted him more it would be something she would like to experiment with. For now, she felt it too out of her depth, so inexperienced next to him.
“Maybe next time,” she said in the end.
Thankfully, they reached the end of the hallway. Francine opened a door, and stood back for them to enter. “Here, this is the best room I have. It’s quiet tonight, I do have a few regulars in, but they like the cheaper pleasures of the house.”
“Anyone in I should be aware of?” Snake asked, his business head back on.
“No. No one important. Or that you need to avoid,” she finished.
“Good. Oh, by the way. Do you know if Crag is hanging around, there is something I need to talk to him about later,” Snake asked.
Francine laughed, a high, beautiful noise. “When doesn’t Crag hang around? I believe he has plans to entertain himself with a couple of the girls tonight. He said he would hate for them to become rusty if there aren’t many clients tonight.”
“Pass the message on, please Francine. Now, if you'll excuse me,” he said, and turned his full attention back to Faith.
“Enjoy,” Francine said, and left the room.
“Now. I think you should take all of your clothes off,” he said, locking the door behind Francine.
“And if I don’t?” asked Faith, knowing she was more than willing, but needing to know what he would do if she was not obedient.
He undid his belt and unlooped it from his worn jeans. Then he folded it in half and cracked it against his hand. Faith visibly winced. Spanking had never been a fantasy of hers, and the only belting she had ever received from her mom had taught her there was nothing fun about it. It had also taught her not to steal fruit from Mrs Hendricks’s garden. In truth, it should have ta
ught her not to trust Stan; he had told her the old woman had said it was OK to help herself.
She had not dobbed Stan in that day. Would she now?
Faith decided not to push her luck, so she took off her clothes until she stood in front of him dressed in only her underwear.
“And the rest?” he asked, the belt thwacking against his hand again.
“What about you?” she asked.
“All in good time,” he said, and then he indicated her bra, and raised his eyebrow.
Faith felt a little disappointed, she found the idea of him undressing her much more sexy. The touch of his hands on her heated skin made her lose her inhibitions. Taking her clothes off like this did not. Standing here under his gaze made her want to hide her body away from him.
She undid her bra, her breasts free, bouncing out as their restraint was removed. She let it drop to the floor, and stood for him.
Surely now he was going to come to her, to touch and tease her with his wonderful hands and mouth, but he stood his ground. “Lastly.”
She sighed, bending down and pushing her panties off.
Then he laughed. “Very sexy. I had perhaps hoped for a strip tease, not this reluctance. I thought you couldn’t wait to be alone here with me after that display downstairs. Do you know how hard it was to control myself when you were gyrating in my lap?”
“I was not gyrating.” Faith didn’t think she even knew how to gyrate. All she did know was something came over her when his hands were on her, and she lost all sense of control.
Now he did come towards her. “I can’t make you out Faith. Are you so good at this you have completely pulled the wool over my eyes?”
His fingertips reached out and touched the very tips of her nipples. Instantly reacting to his touch, they harden, enlarging and becoming incredibly sensitive. She watched his hands, leaning forward to press herself against him.
“See, you are incredibly sensuous, the women I’m used to simply want me to ram them hard with my cock. But you want more.”
“Do I?” Her eyes dilated, her body moving so her nipples brushed the palms of his hands.
“Tell me who you are, and what you want?” His voice so soft, so sensuous, lulling her into a mesmerising trance while his hands worked their magic.
“I’m nobody. And all I want is you to touch me.”
His hands rubbed her breasts, his lips moved to kiss her neck, and he whispered, “I don’t believe you. Yesterday I thought you were some innocent woman, you were so tight. But then you were so willing to lie naked and let me fuck you in front of everyone. The whole jacket thing, was that a ruse to get under my skin?”
“No.” The feel of his touch on her breasts, before he slid one hand down between her thighs, stopped all reasonable thought from entering her head.
“But one of the Castaways must have put you up to it.” His thick finger slid inside her, and his teeth nipped at her earlobe, something she would never have guessed would arouse her so much.
“I acted alone.” She tried to see where he was heading with this.
“Why? What did you have to gain from it? So again I ask you, who are you?”
“I’m nobody.”
Two fingers inside her now, sliding in and out of her while his thumb brushed her clit. It felt so good, and she wanted him to carry on until she came.
“I don’t believe a nobody could make me feel the way you do.”
Her hand slid down to encase his cock. “Why don’t you take your clothes off?”
He laughed, “As if I could resist.”
For a moment, he pulled away from her. She stood and watched him quickly strip his clothes off, an urgency spurring him on. It was the first time she had seen him completely naked. What a sight it was. He was so well muscled, with tattoos covering his bronze skin.
All down his arms and over the top of his chest, a mixture of fantasy and art trailed, with the Dread Cult’s badge taking pride of place. It marked him in the same way he had marked her, linking them in a subtle way. She had never considered tattoos sexy, but on him, they were. They enhanced his already perfect physique, making him beautiful.
She sighed, and went to him, hands outstretched while she traced the lines of colour that decorated his smooth flesh. Then she kissed him, working her way over his chest, and then her tongue curled over his nipples, at the same time her hand slid down and she stroked his long cock.
“Honey, your hands are so good. But why not use your mouth?”
Faith froze. “I...I don’t know how.”
“Sure you do. Get on your knees and suck me.”
“I’ve never done it before.”
“Come on, you’ve got me for the night, you can drop the act.”
She stepped back away from him. “Really. I don’t know who you think I am, but I have been honest with you. I have only slept with one man before you.”
“Ahh. And he’s the one that put you up to this?” He came towards her again, his finger tracing the tattoo. “I bet he's pissed I branded you. But then if he valued you so much he shouldn’t have sent you to do his dirty work.”
Faith was suddenly tired of this whole thing. As much as she wanted him, she couldn’t go through with it if he thought she was that dishonest. “He doesn’t value me, in the same way you don’t, or anyone else on this planet.”
She turned and began gathering up her clothes. “This was a mistake. I am sorry about last night. I honestly did not know it was such a big deal.” She pulled her panties back on, not bothering with her bra, only slipping her top over her head so she could get out of there quicker.
“Hey, slow down.” He came towards her and tried to hold her in his strong arms, but she pushed him away.
“It’s best if I leave. This is not what I intended. I’m not the right woman for you.”
“Who says?”
“Come on, you’re all badass, and fit, and I’m all doormat and...Well, we’re not the same.”
“Stay with me tonight. Tell me about the real you. I won’t take this any further, Faith. But I want to know the truth. I want you in my life, more than you know. But I expect loyalty, and that’s something you’re very good at. The question is, will you give that loyalty to me. I promise you I won’t abuse it.”
She stopped dressing, and looked at him squarely. Her heart wrenched in two. The decision was clear, she either chose Snake and abandoned her brother, or she chose to carry on being used by Stan and Rob. There really was no decision to make. She went to him, and whispered, “Make love to me, and then I’ll tell you everything.”
Snake
He was risking a great deal for Faith. If he found out who was responsible for last night he would be expected to deal with them, severely. However, the stronger emotion pulling at him and conquering his judgement was the need to protect her. So he would promise her anything to find out what was going on, because the only way he could help her was if he knew what he was up against.
Although he would eventually find out anyway, you could find out anything if you know the right people to ask, or threaten, he would prefer to hear it from Faith. Because that would mean she trusted him, something she didn’t do yet. But she wanted to. He could see it in her face; she longed to know who she could put her trust in.
As she came to him, and placed herself in his arms, he wanted to tell her everything would be all right, that he would protect her, if she would let him. For Snake, trust was a large part of his life; it was how a motorcycle club worked. They trusted the other members implicitly. After all, to be accepted into the club they had had to earn it. Then, they had to maintain the values set out by him, honesty to all members was the utmost rule.
However, if she told him, and he kept it to himself, as he’d promised, in some small way he would be being disloyal to his brothers. Keeping a truth from them was as good as lying, in his eyes.
So her lips on his gave him conflicting feelings. Feelings he had no choice but to set aside when her hand curled around his
cock, and moved in that magical way she had mastered very quickly. And she wondered why he struggled to believe she was so innocent and inexperienced.
His thoughts cut off then; she knelt before him, and tentatively took him in her mouth. “Ahhh,” he gasped, as she sucked, a little too energetically. Oh, he was going to explode soon if she kept that up. So he put his hands on either side of her head, and guided her.
At first, he slid in and out of her mouth, looking down and watching her lips stretched around him in an O. She caught the rhythm, and began to move of her own accord. Up and down, curling her tongue around him and experimenting with licking and sucking alternately.
She looked up at him, for reassurance, and he wanted to smile, but he couldn’t, he was too intent on what she was doing to him. Pulling back she took just the head of his cock in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the tip, before taking him fully again. He clenched his fists, trying to hang on, but she made it impossible. He was about to warn her he was coming, but it took him by surprise, his seed pulsing out of him into her mouth.
It was then he figured this truly was her first time, or she was a good actress, because she nearly gagged. His cock fell from her mouth, but he was in the throes of a tremendous orgasm, and he spurted his seed out, most of it spilling on to her fabulous breasts. For a moment she looked horrified, she had no idea what to do. Funny, because many women liked him to come all over them, maybe it was an acquired taste.
She got up quickly, looking quite pale and headed for the only other door leading off the room, the bathroom. As the door closed firmly behind her, he guessed he’d got his answer; she really had never done that before.
Chapter Six
Faith
For the second time that day, Faith thought she was going to be sick. Trying hard to get herself under control, she ran the cold tap and tied to wash her mouth out. Nothing had prepared her for the moment when Snake had come. It had been a shock, and her reflexes had kicked in, very sexy. Acting like it was poison, now that was a cool move.
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