“Son of a bitch.”
“You can say that again, amigo. It doesn’t stop there. Teena didn’t work the emergency room. She was on break that night, but she talked to the man.”
“I want to talk to her.”
“No need. I had Freak dig up some pictures of you and your men. By the way, that’s a fucking ugly mug shot you got on file with the KPD.”
“Fuck you.” Dragon laughs. If I didn’t like the son of a bitch, I’d hate him even more.
“Guess which man she ID’d?” he asks.
“Fuck. I already know, don’t I, hermano?”
“That you do. Pistol. I told you, you needed to take that motherfucker out years ago.”
“That, you did. I shall take you up on it now, however.”
“Make it hurt.”
“Que es un hecho. Thank you, Dragon.”
“Holler if you need us,” he says, and I know he means it. He’s been a strong ally the last year or so. After he had Nicole sewed up, that is.
I don’t answer him, however. I grab my gun off the table and walk straight into the main area. Pistol is standing by the bar nursing a whiskey. He turns to see me and notices the gun in my hand. His eyes go wide as I take aim. I empty two rounds into one knee and two into the other.
Pistol screams out along with a few other muffler bunnies. Briar, Beast, and Shaft all come into the room at about the same time. They look at Pistol and back at me. Pistol is cursing and screaming. I can’t stand to hear him anymore. It’s a big temptation to finish him off, but instead, I take the butt of my gun and slam it against the side of his head. If that kills the fucker, so be it. I hope it doesn’t, though. I’m going to take revenge out of his hide so fucking slowly he’ll pray for death, but it won’t come. That’d be too easy.
“Chain him up,” I order my men. “Get a man to patch up his legs, enough to keep him alive for a while.”
“I take it we’ve found out who our traitor is?” Briar asks as Beast and Shaft drag the unconscious bag of shit away.
“Wait,” I tell them once they get him halfway up. I yank his cut from his body and throw it on the ground. I spit on it and throw my knife, watching as it hits the Devil emblem on the back and pins the vest to the floor. “I want that fucker burned,” I demand. “But save the ashes; I’ll feed them to the asshole,” I growl, walking back out.
In the distance, I hear Briar answer his own question. “Yeah, we found him.”
I slam the door on him, on all of them. One down. Next is Beth. I will find her.
“Explain to me again why we’re going out tonight?” Katie asks, sounding put out, but I think she’s enjoying dressing up. She should. That little outfit I picked out for her was made for her. It’s green and sets off her brunette hair perfectly. It’s got thin straps going over her shoulders that invite a man to pull them down. The silken material curves perfectly over her breasts. Her large globes stretch the fabric tight and very little is left to the imagination, especially since I forbade her to wear a bra. The dress fits the rest of her body just as well, including the way it hugs her ass.
When I see her from behind, my dick jerks in reaction. I want to bend her over the bed and fuck her hard. I don’t, but the need is definitely there. It’s short and stops nearly at the top of her thighs, reminding me of what she wore the night we met.
“I want to show off my woman,” I tell her, only telling her half the truth. No, there’s a reason we’re going out tonight. Katie is about to have her first lesson in being owned by a man, by me.
“Shit, Hunter. If I bend over, you can see my panties,” she says, peeking at her ass in the mirror.
“Katie, lie on your stomach on the bed.”
“What?” Her head raises up and she looks in the mirror, but I know it’s my face she sees there.
“Bed,” I order. “On your stomach. Now.”
For a minute, she looks like she might argue with me. It’s almost a disappointment when she doesn’t. She gives me what I ask. I get up and slowly approach the bed. We’re checked into a nicer hotel tonight and have a king-size bed. I’m definitely going to give that a workout later. My hand brushes over her ass. My ass now. She gave it to me. She gave me her body to use as I wish. She has no idea what that means, but I do. I reach over for the bag we left lying on the table from our shopping excursion at the local adult store. Some of the things I bought, she saw. Others, I wouldn’t allow her to. I take out the items I will need, line them up on the table, then push her dress up.
“Hunter, we’ll be late,” she whimpers.
She’s called me Hunter almost all day. I doubt she notices the difference. Still, it’s not her place to tell me I’m late. So, I deliver a smack across her ass, half of my hand delivering on the bare skin, the other half on the silky black material of her panties.
“Fuck,” she whispers, as my hand brushes over the already reddening skin.
I reach over and rip the cleansing wrap from the container. I see Katie trying to lift her head to see what I’m doing. “Keep looking straight ahead, Katie. Don’t make me punish you.”
“I don’t remember you being this bossy our first night together. I mean, okay, you were a little, but—”
I slap her ass again, and I’m glad she can’t see the smile on my face.
“Ouch! What was that for?”
“Just wanted to,” I tell her, using the cloth to clean the small butt plug I bought at the store. I put it back on the table and take the tube of lube I also purchased. I squeeze out some onto two fingers. “Did I tell you, sweetness, how much I love your ass? It was one of the first things I noticed about you. It reminds me of a plump, juicy peach and I want to take a bite out of it,” I tell her, leaning down to run my tongue over the edge of her ass cheek that’s exposed from her panties.
“Hunter,” she whispers, thrusting her ass up. In reward, I bite the rim of her ass. She moans and the sound nearly drives me wild. When I lift up to see my mark on her ass, my dick pushes against the zipper of my jeans, demanding more.
“You’re so perfect, sweetness. You were made for me.”
I’m starting to believe the words, too. I push her panties down over her hips to her knees, leaving them there. My hands palm each cheek of her ass, and I groan at the way she overfills my hands. I push into the cushiony flesh, groaning out loud at the way it feels. I pull the cheeks apart, loving the dark valley that’s exposed. My eyes zero in on that bright pink rosette opening… a small, dark, virginal paradise.
I’m claiming that ass, and soon. Perfection.
The lube I have on my fingers, I slowly paint around that little hole. Katie whimpers, but she doesn’t tell me no. Carefully, I push one finger in until just the tip disappears. Her muscles immediately latch on, squeezing.
“Hunter.” Need and indecision wars in her voice.
In answer, my fingers move to her cunt, already wet and eager. I rake them through the creamy wetness I find there. I gather her desire on my fingers and bring it back to her ass, mixing it with the lube and working my finger in further.
“Relax your muscles for me, sweetness. I promise, you’re going to like where I take you,” I encourage her, stroking her back from her neck down to the curve of her ass. When I feel the give in her body, my finger sinks in past the knuckle. I leave it there, letting her become adjusted. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good. Soon, you’ll be ready to take my cock in this tight little ass of yours.”
“Jesus,” she whispers, but her ass pushes back towards me, wanting more. I move my finger around before pulling it almost out and thrusting it back in. “Hunter!” she cries out, but she doesn’t have any idea what she’s asking for. I can tell in the frantic way her body is trying to find more. I want her on her knees, but I can’t risk her hurting herself more. I make a note to order a swing. I’ve always wanted to play with one and the idea of having Katie suspended from the ceiling for my pleasure is definitely a must.
Instead, I pull out completely. I hadn
’t planned this, but Katie is different. I slap her ass hard. “Get up,” I command. She looks back at me, her face a mixture of disbelief and anger. She gets up, though, and for being such a good girl, she deserves a reward.
I lay down on the bed, then look at her. “Climb up here, sweetness, and ride my face.”
“Just when I was about to scream at you, you show me you are smarter than I give you credit for,” she mumbles, wasting no time in doing as ordered.
“Be careful of your leg.”
“I got it,” she says, and I can tell she doesn’t like that I know her weakness. She suspends herself over my face. I look up at that beautiful, drenched cunt. All mine for the taking. I grab her hips and bring her down further, diving my tongue through her folds. Her clit is swelled so fucking big, already demanding attention, and since we’re short on time, I give it exactly what it wants. I latch onto it, sucking it hard against the roof of my mouth, then releasing to lick and torture it with my tongue. I do this harder and harder, shaking my head and pulling on her clit as relentlessly as I can. Katie starts riding on my face, her hips moving in an eager and fast-paced rhythm. I reach behind her and find her ass. Her movements falter as my finger searches and finds entry. I don’t stop until her ass has completely swallowed my finger. Then I finger-fuck it while still eating her juicy cunt. I wait until her pace is steady again and she’s completely lost to the rhythm we’ve started before I add my second finger.
“What are you doing to me?” she cries out, nearly breaking my fingers because she bares down on them so hard. It’s all she needed though to completely throw her over the edge. My fingers fuck her ass hard while her cum smothers my face. I fuck her over and over, my fingers sliding through her tight channel and stretching it apart, widening her ass for me while bringing her a sting of pain and enough pleasure that her whole body is shaking. “I’m coming. Oh, God, Hunter, I’m coming…” she tells me unnecessarily. I know because her cum is covering my tongue and running down my face. She tries to lift off of me, but I don’t let her. I keep her right where she is until she comes again. Only when her second orgasm hits its peak do I finally allow my tongue to slow down, nuzzling her pussy, allowing her to ride it out and calm down. I keep my fingers inside her ass, though, no longer fucking her but keeping them inside the channel and pulling the fingers apart forwards and backwards while widening her tight opening to get her ready for the next step, and ultimately, my cock.
When she’s done, she slumps down against my stomach. Her head is near my cock and the fucker is killing me, wanting out to play. Now is not the time for that, though. I maneuver out from under her, smiling at how exhausted she looks. It’s enough temptation not to go out tonight, to just keep her here and fuck her a hundred different ways until she’s unconscious from the pleasure. But I have other fun to introduce little Katie to tonight.
I get the plug and lube from earlier and settle down behind her. I pull her lower body onto my lap, grateful she pulled her panties off when she straddled my face. She won’t be needing those again. Katie’s eyes are still closed and she’s humming. Damn, maybe I already fucked her unconscious. I lube the small plug and then drag my fingers through her pussy and back to her ass again.
“I can’t, Hunter,” she whimpers. “Let me recover first.”
I smile. Looks like I’m going to have to work on Katie’s stamina, too.
“I need this, sweetness. Just lie still,” I tell her. My answer is another hum, and shit, has a woman ever made me smile this much during sex? Never. It’s always been about the act. This is different. Katie… is different. But then, I determined that earlier, didn’t I?
Content that her ass is as lubed and wet as I can get it, and the plug is covered too, I slowly begin pushing it inside.
“Fuck!” Katie hisses.
I hold her still by her lower back and push the plug in further. It’s only gone in about halfway when I notice Katie gripping the sheets.
“Breathe in and out slowly, sweetness. Just relax.”
“Easy for you to say,” she huffs. “I’m not trying to split you in two.” But she starts breathing in and out, as told.
“This is just a small plug, baby. We’re going to work you up to my cock. I don’t want to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good.”
“Small?” she squeaks as I push the plug into place, seating it inside of her. Just the sight of it is demanding I roll her over and fuck her while it’s inside.
I don’t, though. That would end the plans I have for tonight. Instead, I place two gentle kisses on each of her cheeks.
“Good girl. Now, it’s time to get ready to go out. Oh, and no underwear,” I tell her, getting up and going to the bathroom to wash up.
“What?”
“You heard me, sweetness.”
“I can’t go like this!”
“You can and you will,” I tell her, coming back out and throwing on a shirt.
“I smell like sex. At least let me put on—”
“Not happening. Get up from there and go brush your hair. I kind of messed it up.”
“I have to wear panties! What if this thing falls out? What if they… smell me?”
I stop myself from laughing—just barely.
“Trust me, sweetness, that plug isn’t going anywhere. As for smelling you, if they do, they’ll just wish they were me. Besides, trust me, before the night is over, you won’t give a damn.”
“How did I not know how sadistic you are?” she grumbles, getting up to fix her hair. She stops after taking two steps. “Oh, shit…” Her startled eyes go to mine.
“You’re in for a long night, sweetness,” I tell her, and this time, I don’t stop the laugh.
Let the games begin.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were meeting friends tonight,” I mumble in Torch’s ear.
The way he had me dressed, I thought we were going out dancing and drinking. Nope. We’re in the middle of a steakhouse in a corner booth eating steak and drinking beers. Which would be okay, fine even, except we’re sitting across from a large man named Drake—and by large, I mean if he was painted green, he could double for the Hulk. Drake has his arm over the booth and has a bitch-faced redhead pulled up next to him. Her name is Angie, which should be noted rhymes with “gag me”. Okay, maybe not completely, but close enough.
“You didn’t ask,” he says, squeezing my leg. “You want another beer?”
“No. If I keep drinking, I’m liable to slap that look off Angie’s face.”
Torch addresses the table. “I think I’m going to take my girl out on the floor for a dance.” Then, he pulls me from the seat. My hand goes desperately to my dress, trying to pull the small fabric down so I don’t flash the entire free world. I know I’m blushing when I look up to find Drake grinning at me.
“Can’t say I blame you,” he mutters, his eyes roving over me appreciatively. I don’t know what kind of relationship Drake and gag-me have, but apparently it’s quite open.
I look away, not wanting to encourage him. I have one too many men on my hands at the moment as it is. I walk carefully behind Torch, constantly reminded that there’s a plug inside of me. Every step I make is like mini-torture. I’ve been wet since before we left the hotel room and walking just makes me wetter. I might as well announce to the room that I’m ready to be fucked. The insides of my thighs are coated in my wetness. It pisses me off as much as it excites me. I should make him lick it up, right here in front of everyone. He’s obviously into that kind of thing. Too bad I’m not.
“Not enjoying yourself, sweetness?”
“I would if gag-me would quit staring at you like you’re fresh meat on the grill. Doesn’t Drake realize what a ho-bag he’s with?”
Torch throws his head back laughing. My heart squeezes; I love seeing him happy and laughing. Hell, if I’m going to be honest, I also love being the cause.
“I don’t think he sees what a bitch he’s with,” he admits. “Drake’s a good man. I serv
ed with him overseas, but he’s pretty damned clueless about Angie. She’s good in bed, and Drake is letting his dick think for him. He’ll wise up eventually.”
“What do you mean ‘she’s good in bed’? You’ve slept with her?”
“How do you think Drake met her?”
“Hell, I don’t get you men. But you’re definitely going back to using condoms,” I grumble. “I may have to completely cut you off. No wonder gag-me is looking at you like she could eat you alive. She’s already had her claws in you.”
“Hell no. No more condoms and definitely not cutting me off. Angie may have had my cock once, but that’s all she’s had. You, on the other hand….”
“Me?” I ask, unable to hide the wince when I stumble.
“Shit, sweetness. Is it your leg?”
“I’m okay,” I tell him, but am unable to keep the pain out of my voice.
“Why the fuck didn’t you wear your boots?”
“They don’t go with this dress, and I wanted to look nice for you, Hunter.” I shift my legs to try and keep the cramp from moving up my calf.
I was distracted. I didn’t realize how much I was giving away. I want to instantly grab the words back, but when I look into Torch’s eyes, I can’t. His eyes are glowing with emotion, the likes of which I don’t think I’ve seen because I can’t name it. His hands come to my legs and he pulls me up on his body. My hands were linked behind his neck while we danced, so I tighten up my hold to keep from falling.
“What are you doing?” I ask, looking around. “People are watching! Put me down!”
“Fuck them. I’m holding my woman the way I want so I can enjoy dancing with her without worrying she’s in pain.”
I freeze. His woman? Worrying about me? What’s going on between us, and why do his words make me want to cry? Still…
“Hunter, you forget, I’m not wearing underwear!” I hiss, trying to pull away from him.
“I didn’t forget. I plan on enjoying that fact later.” He grins, and that’s worrisome in and of itself.
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