“You’d have blood running down your arm and never say a word. It would really piss me off.” He pushes my nails into his chest just above a tattoo of a raven.
“I didn’t say anything because it didn’t bother me and seeing you get pissed off was icing on the cake.” I kiss him again, this conversation isn't over but feeling his body pressed against mine I get lost in the sensation even all gross and bloody I’m completely turned on. The roar of bike engines fills the air signaling it’s time to go. We grudgingly pull apart and exit the building. Going to Ky’s bike, I climb on the back and hold on to him as we begin our journey home.
We are on the road for about an hour when I decide to do the most reckless and exciting thing I’ve ever done in my life. The idea starts when I notice a string from the inner hem on my pants. I pull it and the hem starts to come apart near my crotch. I continue to tug it lose, letting the full area become exposed.
Ky is going about 60 mph as I bring up my leg wrapping it around his middle and begin to pull myself from around his back and into his lap. My weight shifting or a bump in the road could kill us. But I’m comforted in the fact Ky has been riding bikes his entire life. And that he even taught me to ride one. Memories flick through my head of when we were kids. I duck under his arm making sure I’m seated safely in his lap.
As I look over his shoulder I can see the other men behind us. I look each of them in the eye settling on Pinky’s the longest as his eyes stare right back into mine, giving me a nod of consent. The hard part is over with, and I’m not dead. I feel safe in the cage of Ky’s arms, and I cling to his chest putting myself as close to him as I possibly can.
I find he is still hard from earlier and rub myself against him. Looking at his face his eyes never leave the road but doesn't miss a beat as he leans back into the seat of the bike and I unzip his pants taking out his cock. Reaching between us I pull the remainder of the fabric away and pull my panties to the side exposing myself. Using my hips I lift onto his cock then lie back down against the bike's gas tank holding on to the bike’s handlebars to support myself. He accelerates the bike, letting the deep vibrations from the engine add to the new euphoric feeling. I pump myself up and down enjoying a slow ride and watch Ky’s face as I ride him. The sound of the engines surrounding us, the wind ripping around drying the blood coating our skin, the smell of the road, and the vibration of our bikes engine assaulting our senses. His stoic face starts to soften a bit as he nears his orgasm. I’m beginning to wonder if we can safely reach climax without dropping the bike.
I pump faster starting to lose myself to my own bliss. Ky revs the engine again, and the bike sends strong vibration to my core. I tip over the edge into ecstasy. I’m coming back down to earth to when I feel Ky’s warmth deep inside. I look up to see his face, eyes refusing to lose focus on the road; he bites his lip bloody as he comes. I raise up enough to lick the blood from his mouth and out from under his lip ring kissing him gently before slowly separating us and pulling my panties back into place. I lean into his chest wrapping my arms around him, nearly falling asleep the remainder of the trip back home.
Never in a million years did I expect it to happen this way. But I’ve just claimed Ky in front of his men. Now I have to claim him in front of the rest of the club.
Chapter 17: “Castle” Halsey
We arrive back at the ranch’s gate. The bikes all slow as we wait for entrance to the property. I become anxious as I wait for the club to come into view. Ky senses this and wraps his free arm around me kissing the top of my head lightly. I wish the club to be empty but I know without hearing the booming music a mile away that there is a party in full swing going on.
Ky revs the engine pulling to the front of the pack, leading his men home. As we pull into the parking lot the crowd is gathered cheering us all on. I can see Bree waiting by the side door knowing I was going to make a run for it. Ky stills and parks his bike holding me to him as he gets off shielding me from the crowd giving me enough time to fix my pants as best as I can. Claiming him in front of his circle is one thing. I’m not ready for the full shebang yet.
As they approach the party I walk behind the wall of men going unnoticed, and making a beeline to the side door where Bree awaits me with a huge smile on her face. I almost want to hug her though one look at her face when she sees my bloody clothes makes me rethink that idea. I drag her to my room to discuss the day's events through the glass shower door. We enter the room and I race to turn on the lights, forgetting briefly that Bree’s never been in Ky’s room before, I wait for her to take it all in. “It’s not as I thought it would be.” she says and I laugh.
“What were you expecting a red room of pain?” This time it was her turn to laugh.
“Uh yea! I’ve always heard stories you know? And I wasn’t around when you two actually knew each other. At least now I understand why y'all sleep like vampires all day. This room is a cave!”
I scrounge through my side of the dresser for some clothes, and hand her a trash bag from the closet for the ones like I’m wearing now. She follows me into the bathroom, leaving behind the dark comfortable room.
“I like that cave. But I burned all the sheets and clothes I found belonging to the menagerie of women that have been in here the very next day after I agreed to be his.” She laughs again.
“I’ll bet you did. Surprised the mattress isn’t new as well.” I pull my shirt over my head “Only because I’m waiting for mine to come from my place then it’s in the next bonfire the club has.” I take off my pants next stripping out of them, stripping out of them quickly before tossing them into the bag.
“You have a wardrobe malfunction during the ordeal?” She eyes my jeans as she says it.
“Yes and No. I decided on the way back that I was going to fuck Ky while we were on the bike.” I say really quickly and bolt into the running hot shower, tossing my bra and panties out next. It’s not like I had to hide my nakedness we’ve seen each other a million times. I was hiding from the meaning of the words I’d just spoken.
“You did what?” Bree was stunned into silence. Until her thoughts caught up with her. “You just fucked him on the bike for the joy of fucking on the bike? Which I have to talk D into now by the way thanks for that. Or did you fuck Sadist or Ky or whatever the hell his name is and claim him in front of the guys?” I douse my head in shampoo washing my hair has hard as I can the water turning red as Dante’s blood leaves my body.
“Both kinda. It started as just the idea of wanting to fuck him after what went down today. We were both about to jump each other and do it on the bloody table right then in there.” She makes a sour face as she pictures it.
“To each their own I guess. But yeah I can do without those details.” She says as she throws another clean rag in from the stack on the counter that she’s leaning against. I catch it gathering my thoughts and scrubbing away more grime.
“Noted,” I say. “God, blood gets in places you’d never expect. It’s even in my ears,” I say, gathering my thoughts and taking a deep breath. “Anyway, we got interrupted when it was all over with, and an hour into the ride home I couldn’t resist anymore. You’ve been on a bike, it’s like a giant vibrator, for crying out loud. As soon as I shifted positions I realized what it would look like I was doing, bike or no bike, and I just went with it, I fucked him in front of the guys while Ky was going sixty to eighty down the highway and it was fucking amazing!” She opens the shower door and looks at me.
“Are you absolutely sure you're okay with this? Like for sure?” I sigh, looking at her as I run the second round of soap over my body.
“Yes. I realized something today. It’s more than what everyone's always said about us ending up together. Ky and I are one in the same. The more I experience what he’s offered me the more I like doing it. No matter how morbid that sounds and I like doing it with him. He truly completes me. His quiet calm silences the war in my mind. His commanding tone quiets my anxiety of never knowing what to do next. I ha
ven’t forgotten about the last fifteen years and I remind him of his transgressions daily. But,” I pause, catching my breath, “I realized today there’s so much more to look forward to in the future.” I dare to raise my gaze to hers and see that she’s crying. She interrupts me.
“I've been waiting years to hear those words. I don’t know Sadist well. But I have heard the want in your voice for years no matter how negative things were between the two of you. I just want you to be happy. And it sounds like you are. I can support that.” She straightens up a thought popping into her pretty head. And now I feel a fear of a whole new kind. “So, what are you going to wear to claim him tonight in front of the club?”
Chapter 18: “Oh, Pretty Woman” Roy Orbison
Bree rushes off back to her room as I exit the shower. I only have a few seconds before she comes back and I briefly debate if I should attempt to escape. She’d just track me down and drag me back, kicking and screaming. “I’m back! The guys are still in church when I passed by. Let’s do this. She dumps a mountain of clothes over my head. “Hurry up and pick an outfit. And I didn’t put anything with a crotch in that pile so don’t even think about trying to play cute coming back in this bathroom with jeans!”
I silently, fearfully do as told. I may have killed a man today. Revenge is beautiful. But my best friend is a freaking psycho when it comes to playing dress up on her little dolly, aka me. I dig through the pile of clothes finding more than a few things with tags suspiciously in my size. I find a black lacy corset and panties, with a crotch, and a tight form-fitting boob showing button up top.
“I have nothing to wear for the bottoms and I’m not walking out there looking like one of the patch whores!” She doesn’t even look at me, just tosses a pair of dark blue jeans that fit every curve of my hips and butt. They are amazing. I secretly hate her for shopping for me better than I can. “Where did you get these?” I ask her as I enter the bathroom.
“Oh good they fit! I made them.” My jaw drops in astonishment at her comment. I knew my friend was talented, just didn’t know to what extent until now.
“Have you ever thought about using your powers for good?” She pulls me further into the bathroom.
“Bitch, I am using my powers for good. You’re a hot mess half the time when it comes to makeup. And I knew I’d never find anything in your size of short, so I made some. It was simple. Now get your booty in this seat so I can do something with your hair and face.” Thirty minutes later I don’t recognize myself. For a girl who rarely ever does her makeup and usually looks like a cross between a biker, hippy and a tomboy, a pinup model is now standing in her place.
“Wow.” is all I can muster. Scared to move, scared to do anything that might ruin her work. My long red hair in loose hanging curls around my face, light eyeshadow with black cat eye eyeliner making my blue eyes pop and bright vibrant red lipstick covers my lips. I pucker in the mirror.
“Don’t do that for too long unless you want to get your face stuck that way.” She jokes.
“I thought gingers couldn’t wear red?” She shrugs.
“Do you think it clashes with your hair?” I look at one side of my profile then the other.
“Nope.” She steps in adding an edible highlighter dust to my collar bones making my tattoos glow under the light.
“Alrighty then. Say thank you and shut your trap!” She smiles. “Oh! Couple more things! Everything is kissable it won't rub off, so go ahead and get dirty with him. And I stole these from your closet the other day when I went to feed your fluffy Devil cat.” She comes back with my platform stilettos with skulls printed on the bottom. I may be a tomboy, but the second I saw those shoes they were mine. I could walk, dance and even run if I had to in those puppies. I slip them on actually able to look my friend in the eye for the first time in my life. “They’re perfect. I’ll go see if they are out of church.” She’s out the door and down the hall before I can say to wait and back again when the word finally comes out of my mouth. “Why what's up?” Her face showing her impatience to kick me out the door.
“I’m not scared of going out there ok. I know what I am going to do. I haven’t spoken to Ky since the bike. Even then we didn’t talk. We fucked and rode in silence. What if he doesn’t even want this and wants to call it off?” She’s still scooting me towards the door when she comes in for a rare total embrace.
“I say get out of your head and go out there and claim your man. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. He WILL claim you. He always looks at you like you’re a piece of juicy steak. But no one can put the word out that he's yours till you do. Including Sadist himself. You know this. And if it helps there’s a whole gaggle of patch whores and skanks out there right now with eyes set on your man.” That did it. The age old trick of jealousy raced through my veins like someone shot me up with fire. Bree laughs and shoo’s me out the door locking it from the inside and shutting it so I can’t turn back if I wanted to. She heads to the bar as I enter the room speaking with Tech. Who knows what else she has up her magic sleeves.
“Dead Man's Party” by Oingo Boingo is playing over the clubs speakers. How fitting I think to myself laughing as I continue into the main portion of the club. My confidence is high as I see Ky talking with some of the members by one of the pool tables. I notice he must have taken a shower at some point because he's no longer coated in a layer of red. Movement catches my eye distracting me from the male Adonis that is Ky.
The patch whores including the brunette from a couple months ago are slowly making their way through the group. The slut goes to stand beside Ky rubbing his back as he ignores her. Ky’s back is still turned as I approach them. Pulling a chair from one of the nearest tables. I wonder how to get Ky’s attention best. I look over at Bree once again, as I briefly consider my options. She winks as the club speakers crackle changing from whatever song was playing to one of my favorites Lana Del Rey’s “In My Feelings.” Everyone in the club turns to see what the disruption is. My eye is on Ky as he turns around eyes locked on me as I approach them both.
His eyes turn black instantly as he takes in my appearance. The slut beside him is livid and goes to open her mouth holding on to Ky’s arm like she has a claim on him already. “You fucking cunt! He doesn’t want you! When are you going to take a hint and disappear already! We don’t want you here!” She screams at me over the music. She raises her hand to strike me and I duck the movement. Her hand now off Ky, I stand up to him, normally coming up to his chest, but with these heels on I’m just under his chin. I pull his lips to mine giving him a deep kiss.
Ky ignores her attempts to get his attention and the club members move to stand in front effectively pushing her out to the back of the crowd. I lead Ky to sit in the chair I had pulled out. Leaning him back I walk in front of him a few feet in time to the music and squat rocking back and forth on my heels, slowly standing and dragging my hands up my body over my breasts and out to the sides I slowly turn to face him.
His eyes focused on me and a smile on his face. His tongue behind his teeth. I rock my hips side to side while slowly lowering myself to the floor, and crawling my way up to his lap. I move my way up his body as close as I can without touching him. Placing one of my stilettos between his open legs I lean back again swaying my hips and touch my body undoing the shirt’s buttons. I stand up slowly turning around and remove the shirt completely while slowly sitting back into his lap. I take his hands from his knees as the chorus of the song begins to swell and use his hand in mine to roam over my body cupping my breasts before moving back down to my waist under the lip of my pants. His hardness presses against my ass through our clothes as I sway my hips side to side seated on his lap grinding to the beat of the music before standing up one arm in the air and slowly bending over showing my ass to him, before standing again dropping my jeans to the floor and kicking out of them.
I slowly come back to him wrapping one arm around his neck and lean sideways across his lap. This time his hand travels on it
s own up my breasts and onto my neck pulling me to his face and kissing me deeply. Heat growing in my belly as the smell and taste of him overwhelms my senses. I pull away long enough to finish the dance and slowly undress myself down to my corset and panties. I move to undo his jeans for the second time today pulling down his zipper he shifts for me lifting himself up so I can pull down his jeans to his knees. His cock is standing at attention, I move in time to the song till I can hover over him in my panties feeling the heat radiating off of him.
“Fuck me. Lex.” He says as he runs his hands up my sides revealing his knife, taking it between my legs and pulling my panties away from my sensitive flesh cutting through them like butter. I silently apologize to Bree for their sacrifice as I lower myself onto his cock and his apy.
“Yes, Sir.” I moan automatically as the piercing hits my sweet spot. He slowly enters my body inch by inch. One of his hands finds its way back to my hip the other back to my neck. He takes control at this point. Holding me in place as he claims my body with his. The crowd around us cheering us on just adding to our high as I hear his breath quicken over the music. I raise my hand from his shoulder to slide it between my breasts making sure he’s watching as I pull my knife from the corset I’d worn holding it in place perfectly. I watch the remaining silver in his eyes nearly disappear completely as I drag it up his chest leaving a crimson line in its wake, only stopping and holding its tip steady on his throat above his jugular. Feeling the same thrill as earlier, when his pulse beat under the knife.
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