“Yes, I do. The main one being why? After all this time. After everything you put me through. I deserve to know at least that much.” He nods and collects his thoughts before answering.
“I am not going into this long drawn out speech for the reasons why. I’m selfish, I’m not a nice man, I’m a murderer, and I don’t regret it. I do horrible things and I like doing them. The idea was that you would better off leaving this place for good. Because if you were looking for some guy that’s going to pine for you it ain't me babe. But last night you made your choice and now you're stuck with the Sadist.” A smile grows across his face and with that I knew his club nickname was more than about what he did to people who crossed him.
“Now,” he cocks his head to the side, tongue behind his teeth, “get down on your knees.” The smile on his face grows even more sinister. I was momentarily stunned. “Lexi.” My eyes snap to his. “Get on your fucking knees.” In a voice that was low and commanding not punishing. “You’re here because of what you agreed to last night. Yes?” I eye him melting under his gaze and tone.
“Yes.” I say breathlessly. I stay on the bed doing as told and bunching my knees under my body. The fight I had a second ago dying. Ky moves in front of me undoing his jeans he’d put on minutes before. He’s tsk’s me.
“What are you supposed to say in this room?” I look into his silver eyes.
“Yes, sir.” He smiles again.
“Good girl. Now I’d normally let ladies come first but after talking with Pinky about your little conversation last night I’m not in a giving mood.” He smiles again. At my look of confused horror “That's right the fucker told me all about it. You can scratch his eyes out later. For now… tell me, I want...” he leans back, cupping his good hand to his ear. All the blood has drained from my face I’m sure of it. I’m mortified. “Alexis, that’s one. We can discuss punishments later but I’m in a hurry. Now, eyes on me and tell me what I want.” I stammer.
“Y…y-you want me to suck your...” I look down at the bulge in his pants. He gently holds my chin in his hand. Looking me in the eye.
“I want you to suck my cock like you haven't had a drop of water in a fucking week. And you will swallow every drop of my come like it is that water. Now take it out and suck it.” I finish unzipping his jeans and they fall to the floor pooling around his ankles. The second I’m eye to eye with him, I notice he’s tattooed on every part of his body except his cock, which is large and pierced.
I’ve heard of the Apadravya piercing before and have the gist of going down on a guy with one but seeing it eye to eye is intimidating. Looking at the titanium rod through the head of his cock affixed with two silver balls on top and the bottom looked painful, I almost flinch wishing it could have just been a prince albert instead. I try to mentally prepare myself while Ky uses his good arm to fist my hair in his hand at the base of my skull and holds my head still. I open my mouth looking him in the eye as I do so. He pushes past my lips tipping forward into my mouth in slow strokes at first going steadily deeper with everyone. I breathe in trying to relax as the barbell slides back and forth across the sensitive areas of my mouth attempting to keep pace with him as he increases his thrusts.
“Lex. Start sucking it like bitch you are, or I’m gonna fuck that pretty little face like the patch whore you want to be.” I suck him into my mouth harder and nearly choke from his fullness. He groans mid thrust and picks the speed up faster. I reach my hand up to cup his balls pulling gently to see what he does. “Do that again about three times as hard,” he groans letting his head fall back. I do as I’m told and I can feel his cock grow even harder as he continues, figuring out from his cues verbal or not what he likes and sucking deeply swallowing as he reaches the back of my throat, then on the pull back using my tongue to tease his crown. His breathing intensifies and I feel him begin to lose his control. His thrusts becoming more erratic. “Fucking swallow it all Lex,” he grounds out as he begins to come. I feel him in my mouth and taste him. I wait for him to settle as he pulls out and sits on the bed breathing heavily.
“After that there’s no hope in Hell I’m ever going to let you go.” I feel pride in that moment. He leans down to me still on my knees waiting patiently. Using his good hand he tips my chin upwards and kisses me deeply, passionately I’m sure he can still taste himself on my tongue but he doesn’t seem to care. His kiss is instant fire in the depths of my soul. His lips are warm and soft his taste is a mix of ginger and mint. With his good arm he reaches down under my bum and lifts me to him without ever breaking the kiss. “Now I want you to fuck yourself using my hand,” he says into my mouth and lifts me over his thigh, placing his hand on top of it fingers up.
I lower myself onto his fingers, already wet from watching him come. He wriggles his fingers between my folds and inserts one finger. No time for modesty which I’m guessing wouldn’t matter anyway as I’m burning with need. I begin a slow up and down ride as he gently plays come hither with his talented finger.
“Do you want another?” he asks. “Yes, Sir.” I groan out as I increase the pace even more. Little moans are starting to escape me as I begin to fall apart in the best way, getting closer and closer. Ky brings his thumb up against my clit and starts slow circles in seconds
“Do you want to come?” I continue my motions.
“Yes Sir!” I say close, so close. He stops the circles with his talented thumb.
“Not good enough Lexi. Louder. Beg for it.” I try to form my thoughts into a sentence and lean against his thumb hoping for more pressure. He does not yield. He stays still. Finally I'm able to spit the words out feeling a tad embarrassed but even more turned on.
“Yes sir! Please, I want to come!” Satisfied with my answer he starts up again.
“Good girl. Come for me.” And suddenly, as if my body was waiting for his command, I’m coming apart around him everything going slightly hazy. I could have lived forever in that moment. Catching my breath, I realize I’ve that I’ve put my arms around his shoulders, and ruin the moment when I’d remembered he’d been shot. I pull back quickly and apologize seeing the blood ooze up through the bandage.
“I'm so, so sorry!” I rush to the bathroom and get the materials needed to change the bandage.
“Calm down. I’m fine.” He is trying to calm me down despite the fact I may have just busted open his bullet wounds again. Luckily I hadn’t, though I briefly wonder if we should call Doc back in. I clean him up slowly still feeling guilty. He starts rubbing up and down my back to calm me further. “I have some things I have to do here in a little bit. You’re welcome to stay here or go elsewhere in the compound. Start thinking about what things you are going to need to move from your house to come and live here.” He gets up and starts putting his pants back on. You’d think he’d had been one handed a few times before with his ease of doing things.
Chapter 9: “Wicked Game” Ursine Vulpine
Coming out of Ky’s room I got exactly what I expected, rounds of applause. “Okay y'all thank you. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” I can feel the heat in my cheeks.
“When you gonna claim him? Tell us if there’s still time, so we can still get a night with the Prez.” One of the patch whores says with a snotty tone and a disgusted look on her face. All the sudden the rage was back. The woman never stood a chance. I haul off and punch her in the face then let loose everything I have on her till a pair of strong arms pulls me back. Pinky and D pull us both apart.
“Woah! Ain’t nobody going to mess with Miss Alexy again! Napoleon complex, a ginger and an Aries. Sadist’s met his match! Shit girl, you got some fight in you. Took me a minute to get you off her.” Pinky’s still got me by the arms.
“You can let go now.” I say through gritted teeth. He looks down at me
“You sure you can play nice and keep your hands to yourself?” He says in a mock tone.
“Pinky, knock it off and let her go.” Ky says with dark eyes and a lustful smile on his face. Pinky lets go of m
e and I continue my way out the door. Too much on my mind to worry about anything else. Bree meets me in the shop a few minutes later. I eye her
“Don’t say anything.” I warn.
“Who me? Care to explain that little show in there?” She asks.
“Ky wise there’s too much to explain or even think about right now. And no, I didn’t sleep with him. Well not really anyway. And we haven’t discussed anything about what's happened in the last few years but I did agree to be his in some form and he’s a really, real sadist like a real one. And he didn’t hurt or really punish me yet, but I know he’s not kidding. And I let everything sort of go and I’m think I’m losing my mind. Did that all really just happen?” I said it all in one breath and was left almost blue from it all. Bree didn’t miss a beat handing me a rag with ice for my hand.
“What do you mean you didn’t really sleep with him?” I look at her and laugh.
“Did you hear any of the other stuff I said?” She comes up to the bike and smiles.
“You knew all this stuff prior to going into Ky’s room last night.” She laughs. “We all did. You just didn’t want to admit it. Plus you have always wanted to try that stuff anyway. And I know that all the other things will come up sooner or later because you never let anything go, so no worries. Now spill about the not really sleeping with him part!” I couldn’t help but laugh and really laugh all the tension draining from my body. I love this woman. She gets me.
A few days later…
Lockdown hasn’t been lifted, yet and I’ve been spending every night with Ky. We haven’t managed to talk much other than how was your day type stuff before Ky falls asleep completely out cold, from being awake all day and refusing the pain meds till he retires back to our room. Tonight I figure is no different after helping set up dinner and eating. The men return to church talking about leads with The Devils Posse. I go back to our room to take a shower and continue the TV show I’m now hooked on as much as everyone else.
The day was hot and I spend my time in the shower washing up when I hear the door open. I can see Ky getting undressed through the steamed glass. He hasn’t been able to take a real shower in days because of his wounds. I don’t know whether to stay in or get out. I decide to stay just as he opens the door.
He looks me over. I can’t help but look him over as well. I notice the stark contrasts in our bodies his tall, hard muscled and tattooed void of any color and they are everywhere but one place. But then again it’s pierced. Me shorter by nearly a foot and then some. I have some muscle where most women lack because of my job but still soft in places also heavily tattooed but color galore. As I admire his artwork, I notice the ink is covering a lot of scars, some that match the bullet wounds in his shoulder, while others are long lines. As if he can read what’s going on in my head.
“I’ve been shot before,” He pauses, and the others are everything from being a dumb kid to being in the military.” He pauses again. “Some are for other reasons... One being you.” He leaves those words in the air. I think the words over and take his hands gently pulling him into the spray of the shower.
The heat of the water doesn’t seem to affect his wounds. As he stands in the spray I take some of the shampoo I’d just used on myself and begin to rub it into his hair. Gently massaging and working it into a lather before letting his head fall back and wash it out. Next I use a clean rag and some of his good smelling body wash. I start at his neck and work my way down careful to avoid his shoulder. Memorizing every bit of raised tattooed skin on his body. Down around his chest then back and back to his belly. I take some of the suds in my hand and clean him thoroughly before moving down to his legs again with the rag. He’s silent the length of the shower, watching me as I wash him. As he rinses off I go to step out of the shower. He catches me quickly and pushes me against the white tiled wall pinning me with his hips and holds me in place. “Get dried off and go wait for me in bed. No clothes.” I do as asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I say toweling off quickly. Ky hasn’t touched me since that first day. I lay down on the bed hearing the shower turn off. It’s so quiet that I can hear my own heartbeat while I wait for him. Ky comes out in all his naked steamy hotness and approaches the dresser. He turns on his stereo “High For This” by The Weeknd fills the room filling the silence. Goosebumps cover my skin as the base reverberates through the furniture.
“Lexi, you can scream, you can cry BUT as long as you don’t say stop I will keep going. We are going to figure out what scares you.” I am scared. I’m terrified. My heartbeat matches the beat to the music which I feel Ky may have done on purpose. But at the same time I’m excited. As much as I’ve tried to block it out I’ve heard things about “Sadist” and I’m eager to find out how much is true.
He picks something up from the dressers surface and comes into the red light holding a black knife, A Ka-Bar. One side serrated the other is flat and sharp. The knife doesn’t scare me like it should. It thrills me. Holding it in his good hand he comes onto the bed and straddles my hips
“Grab the headboard, lay still and don’t move.” I do as he asks and can feel my breathing quicken. My skin is on fire. He rests the tip of the knife against the base of my throat. Slowly dragging it down. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for me to feel the pinch and drag of the blade. He lays the blade on its side between my breasts so I can feel both sides of the knife as he continues to drag it down my flesh. Down across my belly till he reaches my belly button where he lays a kiss then a small bite just below. I’m all but panting waiting for the next sensation. Ky’s face is a mask of concentration and lust. His eyes are completely blown as I watch what he’s doing to me. The knife leaves my skin for a second and I let out a small cry in protest.
“Shut up. You’re here to do what I want, remember?” I twitch as I feel a slight pinch on my rib cage knowing he cut me. I don’t move. I don’t say a thing. My body responding on its own. I can feel the wetness between my legs. “If I didn’t know better I would think that you like this.” Ky has a wicked knowing look on his face. Dipping his finger in the blood and slowly inserting it into my mouth.
Copper taste floods my senses but I can’t bring myself to be disgusted. Ky slowly removes his finger and replaces it with his mouth, kissing away all traces of anything but him. His smell and taste alone overwhelming me. He tastes like mint and ginger and smells amazing like fresh soap and leather. Pressing the blade against my side just under my breast and dragging it down to my hip makes me jump a bit but not enough to break the connection of our kiss. He sits up. “Open your legs show me that tight little pussy.”
“Yes Sir,” I respond and slowly let my legs fall open to the side as he runs the knife over my mound and down my thigh. When he puts his face between my legs I feel warm kisses where the cold metal had just been. He puts my right leg over his good shoulder, and holds the left in place. Then I feel his tongue against my core. He sucks gently at first before bringing his right arm around and pressing the blade of the knife flat against my neck almost choking me. Another swipe of his tongue, warmth floods my lower half and I feel him insert a finger. A low moan escapes me as I begin to writhe under his hands. He inserts another finger.
“So tight Lexi,” he breathes against my sensitive flesh and pushes the knife a little harder. Adding another finger.
“Too much.” I lightly say. He gently bites my clit and pulls my hand to stroke his cock. I realize he’s preparing me for his girth. I wasn’t a virgin but I still haven’t had someone as big as him before. Another gentle bite and he’s above me, his cock against my opening.
“You can scream. You can cry. You say stop it's over. Got it?” He waits for my response.
“Yes, Sir.” In the span of a heartbeat he slams into me to the hilt. I scream, digging my nails into his back as I bite his shoulder to keep myself grounded from the pain. He holds still for a few seconds, allowing me to relax as he starts slow strokes. The sensations of pleasure slowly coming back to me, I begin to fe
el his apy and instantly understand why they call it the happy piercing.
“Oh…my…God...Ky.” I moan aloud. I’d waited for this moment for years all of my entire adult life. Everything I’d fantasized about I was getting with Ky.
I run my hands up his back and into his hair pulling the longer hair on top of his head. He increases the pace, licking his way down my neck and sucking on my nipple while using the other to keep the knife tightly at my throat. I can feel myself getting close. Ky bites down on my nipple and I feel the first wave of my orgasm take me. He twists my nipple with his teeth causing me to yell his name, his hand tightening on my throat as my orgasm reaches its peak. Everything going black briefly. He quickly flips me onto my stomach and picks my hips up with his arm under me holding my ass up to him. A loud smack sounds the air. Still not fully recovered from my orgasm it takes a minute for my mind to register that he just spanked me.
“Ass up. Now” I hear the command in his voice and instantly do as I’m told, pulling my knees beneath me. The heat starting all over again. He takes ahold of my hair in one hand wrapping it around his fist and pulls arching my neck backwards as he slams into me again. He’s not holding back anymore as his thrusts become rough and erratic. One hand on my hip the other in my hair as he uses me to help him. Almost to his peak. He reaches down and bites my neck still pulling my hair. “Lexi come for me.” he growls in my ear. “Come right now” another orgasm I didn’t see coming hits me and I can feel his. His warmth spreading through me. “God, Lex…you’re so fucking perfect. And all fucking mine.” He says as he gently gives me one last bite between my neck and shoulder and slowly pulls out. We fall to our sides collapsing on the bed in exhaustion. His words stitching up pieces of my heart as I turn over and lean into his chest. His arms surrounding me making me feel loved.
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