Ryder's Last Run (Dueling Dragons MC Series)

by Rose Dewallvin

  I want to sink into her and unleash my anger, yet I need to be gentler with her and let her explore the darker side of herself. Being around her feels like ripping a Band-Aid off a wound. The anger festers inside of me, because she never looked my way back then. I have to rein it in or I might go over the line tonight and really hurt her if I am not careful.

  I grab her hand and take her to the living room to get a drink or two in me. She starts to sit on the couch but before she can, I turn and just look at her, which stops her in her tracks. She stands there like a deer frozen in the headlights of a car.

  “Kotik moya, come here. Down on your knees, and use your mouth on my cock. Now.”

  She cautiously walks towards me and looks down to the ground. I’ve seen her play the sub role in jest to appease Ryder and make him feel like a superior man. I do not play that game of Dom and sub with a bitch. A woman will either submit to my needs or go without getting off on my cock as I take my own pleasure.

  I repeat my command. “Down on your knees now, kotik.” She bends down and reaches up to unzip my leathers and pull my cock out. “Put it in your mouth.”

  She slowly teases me with her tongue as I stand there with my drink of whiskey. I take a long sip of the amber liquid and I feel the burn sliding down my throat just as I feel the heat of her mouth on me. I let out a hiss as she takes me deeper into her mouth. It feels so fucking good.

  As she continues her focus on my throbbing cock, I place my drink on the table next to me, lean down, wrap her silky blonde hair in my hand, and pull it tightly to gain better control of her. I move her up and down on my cock, letting her take me deeper as I push myself closer to her mouth. I want her to take every inch of me and lap up every drop when I explode down her throat.

  She seems to be relaxing under my control and I allow her that for now. She uses her tongue and her teeth up and down my shaft as she sucks and swallows me whole. This bitch has a talent for taking a cock deep down her throat. She slowly makes her way down to my balls and continues to her licking and sucking.

  As I’m standing there with my head leaned back, I feel her moving her hands toward my ass. I don’t know what she is up to, but I never allow anyone to touch me there. As she snakes her hands closer to the forbidden hole, I snatch her up by her hair as I feel her mouth disconnect from my cock. She is standing before me, and I glare at her. This bitch just tried to top me from the bottom. Who the fuck does she think she’s dealing with? I am not Ryder, Ziggy, or any other fuckhead brother she can pull this shit on.

  She is petrified and trembling as I increase my tight hold of her hair and I look into those haunting icy blue eyes. I must punish her for this and she knows it.

  “What the fuck do you think you were doing, bitch? No one tops me ever. I am not some stupid fucking guy that you think will bend to your will while you plan a sneak attack on my ass. I do not play that shit, you stupid bitch! I told you to suck my cock and apparently, you got in your head that I would enjoy your trying to finger fuck my ass? Nobody touches me there. EVER!”

  Fuck, I know I’ve gone too far. but she needs to understand that I am in charge and she will never have that kind of control over me. It’s time to move her upstairs for a little fun. Her fear levels are up, yet I know she’s probably wet as fuck for me. She thrives on the danger and her fear of me.

  “Kotik moya, I think you need to be punished for your little game.” I feel her jump, yet I see the desire on her face as I say punish. Ya, she’s into it and I’ve got her where I want her. As I walk her up the stairs, I reach my hand up the back of her thigh and rub her ass. I hear her let out a moan. The song, “Animal I have Become” by Three Days Grace, comes to my mind as we ascend the stairs to my darker life.

  We make it the doorway of my bedroom and I stop her before entering. I lightly run my hand up and down her arm. I use my finger to lift her chin so that she is looking me in the eye. I want her to have full understanding of things to come.

  “Once you step over that threshold with me, kotik moya, you are mine to do with as I please. Do you fully understand that I will not always play nice but I will take you to the dark side of desire and pain. I won’t go out of my way to make you come but you will find your own pleasure. As long as your mind is always open to me. This I can guarantee. I will not tolerate your fake submissive act I fuck - I take my own pleasure from the experience. Do you understand and agree?”

  After a few seconds, she slowly nods her head and touches my lips with her fingers. With that small token of affection toward me, she lowers her arm and turns toward the room.

  As I walk her into the bedroom, she looks over at the bed and a slight smile travels across her face when she spies the leather cuffs, blindfold, and flogger laid out. I walk over and turn on the iPod. “Addicted”by Saving Abel is the perfect song to introduce her to tonight’s activities. I want to steal her body and shatter her soul, and make her pay for never wanting me in the past, and for fucking Ryder. I am so addicted to her.

  I walk back over to her and stand behind her. I place my hands on her arms, lean down to her neck, and breathe in her scent. She smells of vanilla and citrus, with a touch of fear. I know deep down she will be the one to break me in half, but I can’t think about that now.

  I run my hands up and down her arms and use my tongue along the crook of her neck. I savor the taste of her skin. I feel her shudder slightly as I moved my hands down her body and they land on her thighs. I run my hands upwards towards her sweet mound. I know when I make contact, she will be soaking wet for me. She brings her arms back toward my neck as I lean into her backside and rub my hard-on against her ass.

  Bambi moves up and down on my zipper of my leathers and my dick is straining for release. I reach my hands back up to her backside and give her panty-free ass a quick slap, and she stiffens slightly.

  “Get naked, now.” I nod to the bed and she slowly seats herself on top of it. I pull up the blindfold and show it to her. “This is for heightening your senses while I’m enticing you.”

  She smiles as I tie it around her head. After I blindfold her, I grab the leather cuffs and bind her wrists behind her back. This brings back memories of seeing her bound for Ryder in the poolroom that first night she fucked him. The more I think about it, the angrier I become.

  Seething inside over my thoughts, I decide to go ahead and use the nipple clamps on her. I pinch her nipple, it hardens, and then I clip the first one to it. She jumps and yells out. I smack her breast and let her know that I am in charge tonight and she will take everything that I dish out to her. As she settles down a bit, I pinch the other nipple and it too hardens for me. I apply the clip to it and hear her breathe out long and slow.

  I forcefully flip her over to her stomach. She jerks her head up and arches her back some and her sweet ass is calling my name. Her skin is flawless and smooth and this seems to calm my anger.

  I work my way up the back of her thigh with my tongue toward her ass. She’s moaning and writhing under the feel of my wet and warm tongue. As I reach her cheeks, I bite down on the left one and use my hand to spread her legs wide open. I plunge two fingers deep into her wet hole. I know she will be nearing her orgasm soon, so I abruptly stop my fingers and remove them from her hole. She lets out a frustrated gasp and I use her wetness on my fingers to trace the red bite marks that I’ve left on her ass.

  “Kotik moya, you were a naughty girl earlier and I have not forgotten that you need to be punished.” She stiffens herself and sinks into the bed. I smell her fear again and I feed off it.

  I reach over and pick up my flogger. I lightly trace her ass with the tips of the leather and she shivers at the feel of it across her skin. I know that she is anticipating the sting of it across her body. As I continue to caress her with the flogger, she moans loudly. I pull it back and flog her across the ass; when she feels the bite of the leather, she jumps slightly and her moans grow louder. I continue to smack her ass and let her feel the sting. I give her ten good lashes of t
he flogger on her smooth sweet ass. As I see the redness on her skin develop, I become rock hard.

  She has her head lifted upwards and her ass arches up to me. My iPod changes over to a song that makes me feel alive. It’s “Pain” by Three Days Grace. It is my favorite fuck song.

  I slip the cock ring onto my hard dick and straddle her thighs, sliding myself into her glorious hot, wet hole. I place my hands on her ass as I drive myself deep into her and pull myself back out. She is thoroughly enjoying the feel of my cock ring and the thickness of my shaft as I take long strokes in and out her.

  Just as I up my tempo of my delivery, I grab her hair and hold it tight and I slam harder and harder into her. I reflect my emotions of anger and agony with motion. The harder I push into her, the louder she moans and the wetter she becomes. I release her hair and pull on her thighs to bring her up onto the bed so I can take her like an alpha dog fucking his bitch in heat. I yank her by the hair again and I drive her home as I lay my hand down across her ass with a thundering smack. She opens her mouth and a loud scream escapes.

  I snake my arm to her tits, and unfasten the first nipple clamp and she lets out a painful scream and then I slowly rub her nipple to help the blood flow return. As I do this, I feel her pussy contract around my cock as an orgasm begins within her. I unfasten the second clamp and do the same. She is now lost in her release. I am satisfied that I’ve inflicted the pain that I sought to make myself feel again.

  As her vaginal contractions die down, I throw back my head and feel myself about to come as my balls tighten up and I blow it loose deep inside of her. What a beautiful sight to look upon her reddened ass, her bound wrists, and her gorgeous body covered in glistening sweat.

  I pull out of her hole, remove the cock ring, and unbind her wrists. She falls forward and reaches up to remove the blindfold. I lie down on my back and look up at the ceiling, trying to gather control over myself.

  She looks over at me and says, “I’d tell you to kiss my ass, but I am pretty sure you’d fall in love, and then I’d never get rid of you.” She giggles a little and I just look at her. Little does she know that I fell a long time ago, before she ever knew I was available. I look up and down her body again, and I feel myself getting hard again. I just shake my head.

  “I think we have a plan to discuss and, if you’re a good girl, I might just kiss your ass later, kotik moya.”

  ****

  It is the day before my fight with the cocksucker, Ryder, so this meeting with Deacon, Bambi, and my Uncle Antoniy is of the utmost importance. We have to make sure that everything is in perfect sync in order to go perfectly. The Dueling Dragons motorcycle club will be losing their current Prez and VP tomorrow. I will take Ryder out in the ring and kill him while Deacon and Bambi take care of Prez at the club.

  Most of the members are supposed to be present at the fight and I will be wearing a mask so my brothers don’t recognize me. It will give Bambi and Deacon the opportunity to take out Prez while the club is deserted. Bambi’s role is to show up and surprise Prez and come on to him and offer him a blow job while Deacon sneaks up on his ass and takes him out with a bullet to the back of the head. Ryder won’t know what hits him when I am done with him.

  I arrive at the compound where they’re holding Ryder and I make my way back to my uncle’s office to wait on Bambi and Deacon to arrive. As I walk in, he’s on the phone yelling in Russian. He speaks perfect English so I have to assume he’s talking to one of our people overseas. He says a few more things to the person on the other end and nods at me to take a seat. He finishes up his call and stands to greet me with a bear hug and a slap on the back. That’s his way of showing me affection.

  “Nephew. Sit! Would you like a glass of vodka?” I shake my head no; I’ve never developed a love for our Russian national drink like he has. I prefer a nice tumbler of Kentucky bourbon.

  I sit back and draw in a breath. “Is everything a go on your end for tomorrow?” I am relying on him to have my transportation out of here prepared so I can make a quick escape. This place will be crawling with Dueling Dragons brothers tomorrow and none of them can figure out that I am the fighter who kills Ryder. He nods yes and it assures me that everything is in place.

  Bambi and Deacon show up about twenty minutes later. Deacon sits down on the other side of me and Bambi takes a seat on my lap. My uncle eyes me suspiciously and I just look at him as if to say, “It’s none of your business, old man.” He takes the hint. He eyes Deacon and pulls out a cigar from his humidor. The man loves his expensive illegal Cuban cigars. I never saw the point. He groomed me and placed me in the motorcycle club to keep an eye on things. Ryder’s pops took an interest in me back when I was fighting fulltime and needed me as muscle for the club. In the end, I took care of that motherfucker. Just as the father fell, so will the son.

  Bambi kisses my neck; it’s an inappropriate time for that shit. I smack her thigh pretty fucking hard.

  “Kotik moya, now is not the time for that shit. Knock it off or you will be punished later. I am not playing games today. This meeting is serious business and you will pay attention. Got it?”

  She nods her head and sits up straight, dropping the little act. I’m glad because I have a raging hard on. Deacon just sits over there in his chair looking defeated. That is exactly how I want him to feel.

  I turn to Deacon. “D, you ready for tonight? You got your shit ready?” He nods but doesn’t speak to me. Yeah, this fucker won’t know what hit him when I take his ass out later. He’s the weakest link in this plan and he’s a loose end that will need to be tied up soon.

  I don’t think he’s on to my plans for him. Uncle Antoniy has him convinced that once everything goes down, he will take the place at the table as the new VP and all his debts will be forgiven. Not gonna happen.

  Bambi doesn’t seem to be a loose end and I plan to keep her around for a while. I will decide later what to do with her kid. I don’t need a reminder of Ryder Porter walking around. Perhaps I will arrange a terrible accident for the kid.

  I’m so close to having it all. Tomorrow is the beginning of the life I have wanted for some time. I will rule that motorcycle club. Those that are not on board will be eliminated.

  Chapter 9 -

  Ziggy

  It’s about time for me to hit the road and take my ass to Alabama. I have to pack Faith up and get her and Layla to Arizona to keep them safe until Ryder is rescued and back on his feet. It’s my responsibility to look out for Ryder’s family.

  I decided to drag Tank along with me. He’s a long time prospect that has a good chance of getting patched in soon. I trust the motherfucker and he’s one huge guy. Hence, the nickname. He’s about six foot five, bald and tattooed all over. He’s scary enough looking that no one will fuck with us. This road trip should be smooth sailing across the South.

  I do plan to stop off in San Antonio, make a visit to our local chapter brothers, and throw back a few beers with them. I haven’t seen any of them for a few years, not since I helped to get them established with Prez’s blessing.

  I pack my gear and holler at Tank to saddle up because we need to hit it soon. He’s sitting in the corner on a couch, leaning his head back while one of the whores is sucking him off. “Rein that beast in, Tank, and let’s hit this shit, brother. I ain’t got all fucking day for you to bust a nut off in a bitch.”

  Tank grabs her head, shoves his junk in deep, and gives her a few thrusts, lets out a groan and grunt before he unloads in her mouth. The bitch swallows fast but she’s not quick enough to contain it all in her mouth. Yeah, Tank is a beast and he loves the bitches. He pats her on top of her head, jumps up off the couch, tucks himself away into his leathers, and grabs his pack for the trip.

  “Thanks, bitch,” he says with a wink to her. She just looks up at him, wipes her mouth off, and snarls at him. This trip is going to be interesting, I’m sure.

  “Let’s load it up and jam, Tank.” Tank fancies himself a ladies man around here and now the bi
tches are lining up to give him sendoff kisses.

  I start up my hog and rev up the engine so he knows that I am fucking serious about hitting the road. He slaps the last bitch in the sendoff line on the ass and heads over for to his bike.

  “Let’s hit it, brother!” he yells out to me and we ride out of the compound with the wind to our backs. Alabama, here we come. I hope Faith’s father is holding his own. If not, I know that I am walking into an emotional mess to deal with in Ryder’s place.

  The distance to Mobile from Yuma is a little over seventeen hundred miles, and a drive straight through non-stop is a little over twenty-five hours. It’s going to be a long haul to get there and I don’t want to make too many stops if possible. We make our way toward Phoenix and Tuscan via the I-8 east to catch the I-10 heading east and straight across the southern United States. It’s God’s country out there and I love the feel of the open road. I haven’t taken the time in a while to enjoy a long ride across the states to feel the wind on my skin and allow myself to let my mind be free. After the shit that went down with Paige, I am ready to get out and burn up the pavement.

  After about seven and half hours of hauling ass through the desert, Tank and I pull into a truck stop in El Paso to grab a bite, gas up, and stretch our legs. It’s been a hard day of riding, and I’m not as young as I used to be we pull up to the diner next to the truck stop, park our bikes, and peel off our helmets. Tank remains on his bike and lights up a smoke.

  “Brother, you know that shit will kill you, right?”

  He laughs at me. “What doesn’t kill ya, Z, will make ya stronger.”

  I just shake my head and decide to give a Faith a call and see how she’s holding up but it goes straight to voicemail. I decide not to leave a message; I am sure she has her hands full handling her father’s illness. I call Prez to check in, report our road trip progress, and see what’s going on with getting Ryder out of the clutches of the fucking Russians. I have to wonder if Rogue is somehow involved; I know his uncle or something has connections to the mob.