by Dana Arden
“Yes, sir.” I croak.
“Stand and walk to the center of the room.”
“Yes, sir.”
He comes to my side when I’m in position and lifts one roped wrist with a hoop near my hand and slides it on the hook. He proceeds to do the same with the other, lifting and hooking. When I am at his mercy, he picks up the flogger he discarded on the bed and I watch as he runs his fingers through the leather strips.
“What’s your safe word?”
I think for a mere second longer than Trigger thinks I should and it earns me a strike of the flogger sending my body to tighten, heat and relax.
“Rocky.” I whimper.
“As you wish.”
The strikes come in quick succession, never giving my mind or body time to catch up. He alternates from my back, ass, thighs and stomach with light brushes against my breast. He’s constantly rambling, but I’m only coherent enough to pick up on bits and pieces, never enough to catch a complete thought. Subspace is blissful escape. The only thought is desire, need and release.
One last stroke of the beaded leather strips against the bundle of nerves between my thighs sends me into a frenzy. My body quakes and shivers as my orgasm rushes through me and a loud groan escapes my lips as I feel the wetness descend down my thighs.
Trigger picks me up by my hips and I instinctively wrap my legs around him as he releases my wrists from the hooks. He places each arm around his neck and moves toward the bed where he gently places me down on the edge.
His eyes have changed from anger to heat. He places my legs against his chest as he stands. His eyes never leave mine. He grips the base of his cock and tugs once. He steps close to the bed and rubs the head of his cock through my slick heat coercing a moan. He presses into me one slow inch at a time, stretching me and filling me until all I feel is him.
He pulls out leaving just the tip. “You wanted to be punished, so now I’m going to punish your pussy.” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he’s thrusting so hard the bed is scratching and scooting across the floor. “I love you.” He groans. “This is us.” He says softly as he looks deep into my eyes.
“I love you too.” I whimper as I feel the warmth of my tears gliding from my eyes to my hair.
He pounds and chastises my pussy with his cock for what seems like eternity until he reaches down and rubs my nub furiously coaxing my orgasm to crest and erupt. I tighten around him throwing my head back and gripping the sheets in my fist as I scream his name. In, out, in out and then he stills exploding inside me eliciting a tiny quiver as he slams a final time bumping my cervix.
I instantly miss our connection as he pulls out of me and collapses beside me.
Still panting, I roll to face him waiting for the next blow, but all I get is a wide smile and his rough calloused hand sweeping the hair out of my face. “We need to talk about today.” I remind him. He grunts and his hand drops. “You said it yourself that we need to talk.”
“We do, but my conversation is probably completely different than the one you want to have with me.” He huffs and sits up maneuvering so that his back hits the headboard. “I should’ve stood up for you when Banshee was running at the mouth. I’m sorry for that, but I didn’t catch on to what all was said until it was too late. With that said, you shouldn’t have left.” My blood starts to heat with my rising anger. “Calm down. I mean you shouldn’t have left the parking lot. You should have waited for me. You should’ve allowed me the time to process and come to you.” He shakes his head. “Today was a shit-storm. Emotions were high and confusion was up there too. I went from thinking I had a possible kid on the way to none. I went from relief that Sadie could no longer touch us to remorse for the fact she was gone and she wouldn’t be able to watch Lyla grow. What Banshee said isn’t true at all. It’s the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard. If it wasn’t for you, we’d have been blindsided a long time ago and the outcome could have been a lot worse than just one person losing their life or being incarcerated. Nobody doubts you, Razz and you need to stop doubting yourself too.”
“Sorry.” I mumble. “The situation today allowed my insecurities to take over, but I, also, felt like I was alone again. I did what I am used to doing, running and hiding.”
“No more running and hiding. We’re in this together and the next time I don’t speak up for you, I give you permission to junk punch me.” I giggle. “I’m not perfect and the only relationship I have to go on is the one I had with Sadie. We both know that was one-sided, so sometimes I’m going to need directing.”
“Okay.” I grumble as I crawl to his side and lay my head on his chest. “But, I’m kind of liking the thought of junk punching you.”
“You would.” He says into my hair as his body vibrates with his laughter.
The sound of Trigger’s cell going off to Sweet Home Alabama breaks us from our moment and reiterates that reality outside of this room goes on.
Chapter 33
Trigger
It’s enlightening how a few hours can be. After I’d left the hospital, the police had arrived wanting to ask Albin questions about his daughter. Her possessions included a wallet with multiple identifications, checkbooks registered to people we’d never heard of and a fake baby bump equipped with interchangeable pillows as the months progressed. I guess we’ll never really know if she was ever pregnant and possibly lost it or if it was all a ruse.
After the little impromptu investigation by the police, they found out that Serafina Breaux and her multiple identities were wanted in four different states for identity theft.
I felt bad for Albin. He knew his daughter was a master manipulator, but at the lengths she went to portray that she was pregnant, he’d have never imagined. After everything was said and done, Albin took Lyla back to Louisiana where they could both grieve and move on from the destruction his daughter had brought about.
Chaotic’s ol’ ladies were just as confused to learn that she was that disturbed. Sadie had a great life in Cumming and there was no need for the theatrics. She had stability and a man who loved her, but it was never enough. They started throwing around their assumptions. They went through numerous mental disorders until they settled on possibly two, narcissistic personality disorder and cluster B personality disorder. Don’t ask me what the fuck the difference is other than if you looked up narcissism in the dictionary there’s probably a picture of Sadie.
What did Razz say? Right, vain and self-loving, but she, also, threw out there that a lot of the traits of a narcissist can be brought on by shame and Sadie probably was inflicted with plenty of shame.
It’s been two weeks since the emotional rollercoaster ended. Razz is still guarded when it comes to some of the brothers and their women. I know Banshee’s words are still filtering in and out of her head. There’s only so many times I can tell her that this wasn’t on her and that someway somehow it would have happened, the endgame might have just been different.
What do they say about time and pain that it heals. I’m sure it will lighten eventually, but none of us will ever forget the events that played out.
It’s January and feels like Fall in most places. Have to love the Georgia weather. Dad wants to have a get together to reunite the Chaotic’s and lift our spirits. He invited the Rioting Devil’s hoping that Banshee seeing Razz and doing that apologizing he said he would will lighten the burden on Razz’s shoulders.
She’s stuck to my side like glue since we arrived an hour ago and I’m pretty sure if I went to take a shit she’d follow me. She’s not comfortable here like she once was. She doesn’t have much to do with Dani or Lily. She’s cordial to my mom and Greer. It’s disappointing because they’ve always been close. I find she spends a lot of her time at the Pretty Pinks’ Clubhouse when she’d normally be hanging with the Chaotic’s ladies.
I don’t mind because she’s been able to find comfort in talking with Bellamy. Bellamy has a way of shifting the focus when most of us would just question why. She makes
Razz think outside of the box and sometimes it’s a godsend and others I see more doubt creep behind her eyes.
I just want my Razz back. I want the prankster. I want the woman that easily gave her love to everyone she meets. That Razz has been missing and the Chaotic’s are feeling it.
“I’m going to grab another beer. You want one.” I ask her and she shakes her head. She doesn’t move to get up just stays in her seat away from everyone taking it in. Going to the bar, I feel everyone’s eyes on me like I have the answers to all the questions. I lift a finger to Toby and he produces a Miller Lite for me. “Thanks, brother.” He nods and I lean my hip against the bar as I take the first sip. I watch as Banshee cautiously approaches Razz. His lips are moving, but she isn’t reacting. Finally, she nods her head, he nods his and he walks away. Not sure if he gave her the apology she deserved, but something is better than nothing at this point.
The door opens and in burst Bellamy, Mauve and Rose with broad smiles and giggles. Bellamy gives a salute and finds Razz sitting by herself. Her brows draw as her eyes come back to mine.
“Why’s she by herself?” She snaps.
“I just came to get a beer.”
She reaches behind the bar and grabs a bottle of tequila. She corners my mom, Greer, Dani and Lily motioning to the empty table at the other side of the room and they follow. She tilts her head to Razz and wordlessly, Rose and Mauve go to her, lift her out of her seat and force her to the table to sit in between Greer and Dani. All three have matching frowns of confusion.
Bellamy slams the bottles on the table and proclaims. “Now, we drink and get this shit out on the table. Then, we get so fucked up we don’t remember our names and pass out.”
I have to cover my snicker at the little pixie taking charge of seven women.
Benny rushes over with shot glasses on a tray and sets each one down. My mom fills them up and exclaims ‘drink.’
Chapter 34
Razz
All apprehension has left my body after the sixth, maybe seventh or eighth shot. My body is relaxed and my lips are loose. Very loose. For some reason when Greer and I drink, sex just takes over all rational thought.
Greer and I are leaning heavily on each others shoulders as we continuous berate each other. She graduated from a twat muncher to me telling her that the next time I need my cookie dunked in cream that I’d call her so she can make sure my Chewbacca is fit for the job.
So, yeah. I went from calling her a pussy licker to a pussy inspector in a matter of minutes, which in turn had everyone in a ruckus with Greer and me looking on at them like they were the stupidest people in the world.
“Why the fuck do they keep laughing at us?” I drunkenly whisper-yell to Greer’s tit.
“Probably because you’re funny looking and you just admitted you have a seventy’s super bush in your panties. I don’t think its humor more like pity that Trigger married a woman who hasn’t managed to learn how to scape her lady garden.” She slurs.
“Fuck you.” I yell, but it sounds more like fot you. “My lady garden is so well landscaped Trigger stares at it in awe every day.” I swivel my head to see Trigger standing at the other side of the table. “Isn’t that right, Trigger?”
“Yeah, darlin’. Your lady garden is pristine.”
I stick my tongue out at Greer like a toddler. “See told ya so. You’re lady garden can’t even be called a lady garden because it looks like it’s gone through a drought. Patches of hair missing over here.” I spread my jean-clad legs and begin to point in each direction. “Dried cum over there. Poor, poor Spookie Wookie.” I shake my head in mock pity. “He has to deal with a pussy that looks like it’s going through chemo.”
“You bitch.” Greer shoves from the table and stands up attempting to unbutton her jeans but failing miserably. “I’ll show you have beautiful my lady garden is if I can figure out how to get these fucking jeans off.” She huffs as she studies and fumbles with her button.
“Ah, fuck.” I swing my head in the direction of the fuck and see Spook storming to Greer. He swats her hands away and points between Greer and me. “You two are banned from drinking with each other ever again. You’re either calling each other names and getting ready to have a catfight or like now, you’ve resorted to getting naked.” He gives Trigger a stern look. “Get your woman under control.”
Trigger just laughs. “Sure, bro, but my woman isn’t the one trying to get naked. Yours is.”
Spook glares. “We’re fucking out.” He grumbles as he slings Greer over his shoulder and takes long strides down the hall to his room.
“Later, Princess Cunnalingus.” I shout.
“Later, Queen Chewbacca and your glorious lady garden.” Greer yells back with her face planted in Spook’s ass.
Queenie slides into Greer’s vacated seat and flings her arm around my shoulders. “Razz, I know tomorrow you’ll probably not remember tonight, but I need you to know that I love you and I’ll never stop loving you.”
“I know.” I mumble.
“It’s been two weeks and you’ve missed both Wednesday lunches and Sunday brunches. I expect you at Sunday brunch tomorrow.”
“That’s kind of a given.” I sway. “We’re staying here tonight.” I lean closer to her face. “I can’t drive much less walk at the moment so I think I might crawl to Trigger’s room and sleep on the floor.”
Queenie giggles. “I don’t think you’ll be crawling anywhere, Rocky.”
Strong arms lift me and Queenie’s face gets smaller and smaller. I give Queenie a cheeky grin. “I guess I’m going to fly to the room.” I spread my arms and make airplane noises. “Seven-47 ready for lift off. There will be smooth sailing with clear skies today, Captain.”
Trigger maneuvers me over his shoulder and swats my ass. “Hush, Razz before I drop you on your head.”
“That’d be so not funny if I fell on my head. Can you make sure I fall on my feet instead?”
“Always, darlin’. Always.” Is the last thing I hear before I pass the fuck out hanging upside down.
Fucking tequila.
Chapter 35
Trigger
“Those girls are going to be hurting this morning.” My momma sing-songs.
I look at her from my spot at the counter making my coffee. “Yep, but hopefully, the pain’ll be worth it.”
“Fingers-crossed.”
At that second, a frumpy Razz trudges into the kitchen with her eyes half opened and her hair up in a rat’s nest on top of her head only wearing my shirt and a pair of my socks that reach her knees. Even a complete and utter mess, she’s beautiful. I go about getting her a mug and fixing her coffee while Ma finishes flipping pancakes and checking the bacon in the oven.
“Here, darlin’.” I hand her the cup and get a gracious smile.
“Thanks.” She grumbles and takes a seat on the kitchen island swinging her legs about.
“How are you feeling, Rocky?” Ma asks.
“Surprisingly, good. Probably better than I look.” She plucks my T-shirt between her fingers and rubs her hand over the nest on her head. “I probably should’ve got dressed, but I wasn’t feeling it.”
Spook strolls into the kitchen with a disheveled Greer on his back and he sets her next to Razz on the island. Greer slumps and Razz giggles.
“You look beautiful, Princess.” Razz says as she nudges her.
“Shut it before I throat punch you.”
“Such violence.” Razz chastises.
“You ain’t seen shit yet. Don’t fuck with me before I have my coffee.” Greer snatches Razz’s coffee and chugs it.
“You are such a see you next Tuesday.” Razz chides. Greer stares at her confused and Razz takes pity on her and spells it out for her. “C-U-N-T.”
“Speak for yourself.” Greer grits and hands the empty cup back to Razz. “At least I was able to get up, shower and dress. You just rolled out of bed and said today, I’m going to go out in homeless style.” Razz takes in her own appearance and the
n Greer’s and bust out laughing. The main difference between the two is that Greer has on clothes and her hair is wet with the same messy knot on top of her head.
Thirty-five minutes later, I’m sitting next to Razz and enjoying the conversations around me. The women are talking about shopping and busting on Razz and Greer about their lady gardens, which in turn has Greer and Razz taking up for each other, shockingly. They are tag teaming the hell out of Dani, Lily and Ma. The men are talking business.
Before all the shit hit the fan months ago, the Chaotic’s and Devil’s had decided to go into business together. Brute finally wanted to clean up his club and Dad was always looking for new business ventures. Since the Chaotic’s and the Devil’s already have bars and the Chaotic’s have a garage, they’ve been dabbling in ideas.
“Y’all should invest in that old warehouse on Industrial Park Boulevard and turn it into a nightclub.” Razz suggests.
“Why a nightclub and not something else?” Brute questions.
“Well, we don’t have one. We have plenty of restaurants and bars, but nothing for entertainment. If you want to dance or have a night out, you have to go to Atlanta.” My brothers nod in agreement. “Plus, it’s not run day and night, seven days a week. It wouldn’t open until the sun went down. On nights that it would be slow, you could have karaoke, an eighteen and up night on Thursdays, Ladies night on Fridays and some other theme on Saturdays.” Everyone is staring and smiling at Razz. “What?”
