I removed my shoes and ascended the stairs barefoot, making sure to step lightly. I didn't even make it two steps when Phoenix opened the door and caught me in the act. He was grinning and carrying a bunch of ropes in his hands.
“Trust me, trying to escape isn't worth it. There's plenty of men up there that will gladly shoot you and send your pieces to your brother.”
“Going to tie me up after all?” I replied, stepping back into the basement.
“We're going to have a little fun.” His smile stretched all across his face as he pulled the ropes taut. My heart jumped into my throat. I wanted to run for it but there was no getting by Phoenix. He was too big and strong.
I shook my head and backed up into a corner. “Please don't do this,” I pleaded with him. The thought of being forced against my will on this cold cement floor made me want to puke.
“It's not what you think, Patrick.” Phoenix produced a bulky Polaroid camera from behind his back. “We need to send some pictures to your brother. I promise I'll only keep you tied up for the photo shoot.” The look in his eyes told me differently.
But I didn't have much say in the matter. Phoenix might have been one of the better bikers but I had no doubt he'd beat me senseless if I didn't follow the rules. “Go ahead and tie me up then.”
Phoenix grabbed my wrist and pulled me up the stairs. “Not here. We're going to do this in my room. We don't want Byron to think that we're treating you poorly.”
He dragged me along, out of the basement and into the bar. It must have been early in the morning but the place was filled with bikers drinking and fucking on the pool tables. I watched as one of the men moaned, being choked hard by the fat guy that hit me the day before. My hand felt my sore cheek that was surely all black and blue.
I followed Phoenix up another set of stairs and came to a bedroom with only a queen-sized bed and a desk. Phoenix closed the door behind us and threw the ropes onto the bed. “Is this where you force yourself on me?”
Phoenix almost slapped me across the face. “You sure got a mouth on you. I don't want to hit you but I will if I need to.”
“All you bikers are the same,” I murmured to myself.
“Your brother must beat you around a lot. You probably deserved it. Now sit down on the bed.”
He didn't know how right he was. Byron was overprotective to the point where it was always my fault. He sucker-punched me more times than I wanted to remember. Sometimes he let one of his “brothers” deal out the punishment if I ever got out of line. If the Devil's Hellions ever give me back to him, Byron is going to unleash hell on me.
Phoenix grabbed the ropes and tied my hands behind my back, making sure the rope dug into my wrists. “If this is just for show, why do they have to be so tight?”
Phoenix tightened the ropes further until my wrists almost snapped. “I want him to see the discomfort on your face. It will make it more believable.” Phoenix breathed in deeply sniffing my hair. I almost gagged. He grabbed a roll of duct tape and tore off a piece with his teeth. He placed it over my mouth, carefully making sure not to cover my nose too.
Phoenix stepped back away and looked me up and down. “You look really good.” The thought of him taking me all tied up on the bed awoke a passion in the pit of my stomach.
Phoenix broke away and fiddled with the Polaroid camera. My blood was screaming in my veins, telling me to let him have every inch of you. Good thing my mouth was taped shut, otherwise I'd be telling him to fuck me silly.
Phoenix put the camera to his eye and stared through the viewfinder. “I need your eyes bigger. Make it seem like you're in grave danger.”
Phoenix snapped away, the camera spitting out Polaroids onto the ground. I felt like a model where the photographer would ask at some point for me to get nude. I would have done it if Phoenix asked.
Phoenix put the camera down and bent over to pick up some of the developing pictures. He waved the Polaroid through the air until it came into view.
“Looks perfect,” he said, showing me the photo. This was the first chance I got to see myself since they kidnapped me. My hair was all over the place. The photo would definitely get Byron's attention.
Phoenix ripped off the duct tape from my lips and untied my hands. My wrists felt a little raw but they'd heal.
“So why is your MC doing this?”
“Doing what?” Phoenix asked, placing the ropes on the desk.
I tried to fix my hair as best I could. “Trying to get after Byron. What did he do to you guys?”
“The Fires of Hell want our territory. We're striking first. Hoping we can come to an agreement before our MCs shed too much blood.”
I laughed. “And you think he's going to give up everything for me?”
Phoenix looked me in the face, his dark eyes staring into my soul. “I would.”
“Do I have to go back to the basement?” I asked.
Phoenix collected the rest of the photos. “You can stay in my room until the trade. I need to get these to Blaze and then delivered to Byron. You might be here for a little while longer so get comfortable. And don't try anything stupid. All those bikers downstairs are armed and I don't want to see your bullet-ridden corpse bleeding all over the place.”
After he left, I ran to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. Those sadistic fucks probably wanted me to piss myself down there in the basement. I looked around the sink and medicine cabinet for anything that could be used as a weapon. Phoenix was good to me but who knows what the others might do.
Sitting in a drawer was a pistol and magazine. Phoenix probably forgot about it.
I stared at myself in the mirror for what felt like days. Could I get out of this situation alive? Even if I did, was Byron the one I wanted to go back to?
Guns scared the hell out of me. Byron used to take me shooting out in the desert with his biker friends before the MC days. I got pretty good with a pistol—could hit a empty can from twenty yards away. But that wasn't the same as pointing it at a human being and firing. I checked the magazine and saw that it was hollow. Even an empty gun could be used effectively.
I sat down on the edge of the bed with the pistol on my lap. My fingers traced the cold steel, running along the barrel. I listened hard for footsteps outside the door. I needed to take Phoenix by surprise. Maybe use him as a hostage to escape this hell. But there were so many armed bikers downstairs. Even if I got away, a storm would follow me wherever I went. I'd be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.
A creaky floorboard outside the door brought me to attention. My finger wrapped around the trigger as I raised the gun. The blood was thumping in my ears, my hands shaking. The doorknob turned and the door slowly opened.
Phoenix walked in and his eyes burst open. “What the fuck are you doing, Patrick?”
I tried to keep the gun steady, remembering what Byron taught me. Breathe, Patrick. “You're my ticket out of here, Phoenix.”
Phoenix smirked and let out a little laugh. He stepped forward, paying no attention to the gun pointed at his chest. “You think I'm scared,” he said. “You don't have the balls to shoot me.”
“Don't test me, motherfucker! I'll fucking kill you if I have to.” My voice cracked as I yelled. I wasn't the most convincing.
Phoenix took another step forward until the gun was only inches away from his chest. He was right though, even if the gun was loaded, there was no way I could kill someone. Like lightning, his hand came out of nowhere and smacked the gun right out of my hands. It went flying through the air, spinning and landing on the desk where it belonged.
Phoenix jumped at me, pushing me down onto the bed. “I should whip you for that.” His eyes were dark and full of rage. The full weight of his body was crushing me and his face was only millimeters from mine. I tried to squirm out of his grasp but he had me pinned right where he wanted. My chest heaved up and down, begging for any air my lungs could get a hold of.
He glanced down at my parted lips and I knew exactly what
he wanted. I wanted it even more. Kiss me. Kiss me god dammit!
Phoenix heard my invisible pleas and pressed his mouth against mine. Everything fell away. The horrible frat party, the kidnapping, the biker nightmare. It was all gone. Only Phoenix and I were left.
Chapter Nine
Phoenix
The fucker thought he could pull a gun on me? One that wasn't even loaded? Patrick's eyes gave everything away. I could see the doubt, the terror, and the hesitation all there. He knew this plan wasn't going to work. So why even try?
I slapped the gun straight out of his hands. The shocked look on his face was priceless. My anger was bubbling to the surface. Patrick deserved to be slapped around—taught a lesson that you never pull a gun on a Devil's Hellions unless you intend to use it.
He had no idea his defiance was making me so hard.
When Patrick was all tied up on my bed, all I could think about what fucking him relentlessly as he screamed. My throbbing cock wouldn't be satisfied until it tasted his ass.
I pushed Patrick to the creaky bed and jumped on top of him, forcing my lips on him. He resisted at first, trying to squirm away but the passion enveloped us.
His hair smelled like rain in the summer, his lips a fiery heat against mine. Patrick moaned against me. I craned his neck to the side. The nape of his neck was soft and delicious as I took my first bite.
Patrick's heavy breathing echoed in my ears. He tugged at my leather cut, trying to figure out a way to get it off. My kisses ran up his neck and behind her ear. Nothing could stop me from having him now.
I slipped my arms out of my cut and threw it on the floor. Patrick slowly lifted my white wife-beater, smiling deviously as he looked up at me. I tossed it to the side and Patrick ran his fingers across my inked chest.
“Why a devil?” he asked, circling the Devil's Hellions tattoo across my pecs.
I shrugged. “Blaze thought it sounded badass. He wanted to strike fear in our enemies.”
“Are big bikers even scared of the devil?” Patrick seemed to have already moved on to taking off my jeans. I tried to find a response but his fingers deftly unzipped my pants, stealing my attention. I swatted his hands away before he could expose my large shaft. He shouldn't get everything he wants.
I unbuttoned Patrick's shirt until his chest cut from stone was exposed. My cock hammered in my boxer briefs, begging to be released. It wasn't time yet.
I pulled down his pants until his black boxers saw the light of day. Patrick closed his eyes and moaned as I pressed against his boner. I could see his underwear already stained with his pre-come.
My finger ran on the inside of his underwear, lightly grazing his tip and collecting all his juices. I sucked on my wet finger, savoring the sweet flavor. “Do you know how good you taste, Patrick?”
He shook her head, panting. I flipped him over until he was face down on my bed. I admired his strong back and firm ass. I littered kisses all down his spine, Patrick shivering with goosebumps everywhere. I pulled up on his hips until Patrick was on all fours. I slowly peeled his boxers down until the rested around his knees.
“I've been thinking about fucking this ass the moment I met you,” I told him, rubbing his cheek with my open palm. I raised my hand back and let it loose, crashing it against his ass.
Patrick screamed and begged for more. I slapped his ass repeatedly, watching as he snapped his head back, taking in all the pleasure. His ass became red and raw.
“I can't wait any longer, Phoenix. Fuck me in the ass now!”
“I don't take orders from anybody.”
Patrick turned back to me with a face of desperation. “Please, Phoenix...before I burst.”
This man was going to scream my name a thousand times before the day was over.
I grasped Patrick's hips and pulled his ass against my raging hard-on. My balls were heavy and needed to be emptied.
“No more teasing,” I murmured, forcing all of me into Patrick's tight hole. He rocked his head back and howled. His ass stretched as I filled every inch of him. I pushed deeper and deeper, my teeth clenched as I thrust in and out.
His soft ass jiggled with every pounding. His breathing quickened. Patrick moaned at the top of his lungs. He was close. “Phoenix...”
“Come for me, baby,” I commanded, allowing him to finally succumb to his desires.
Patrick shattered right in front of me, spasming over and over, bucking against me. I slapped his ass hard as he came around my cock. His hands and legs could barely hold himself up. This man was mine for the night and he wasn't going to stop getting fucked until I had no cum left.
“Harder...harder,” Patrick begged me. I collided with him hard, sending him lurching forward on the bed. His ass was going to take my cock as deep as it could go.
The pleasure coursed through my veins like a raging river. Every thrust got me closer and closer to that peak.
“Come with me,” Patrick yelled.
“Not yet.” I could come at any moment but I wasn't done with him. He yelped every time I crashed into him. My balls were full of hot magma and my volcano needed to explode.
“I'm close, Patrick,” I warned him.
“Come inside me, Phoenix. I need to feel you.”
Patrick saying my name was my undoing. I let go and finally released. He climaxed again with me, struggling against my hold on him. I fucked Patrick hard until every last drop of cum was unloaded into his ass.
I pulled out and watched as he collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty mess, his back expanding and contracting with every breath. My seed leaked out of him and dried on the flannel comforter.
“How was that?” Patrick asked in a daze, his hair all disheveled.
I lay down next to him, feeling his naked body against me. “We're not done yet,” I said and Patrick's eyes shot open.
“I don't know if I can take anymore, Phoenix.” His voice faltered.
“Once I get a taste of you, you're mine for the entire night.”
Patrick smiled and almost passed out. “I'll give you a breather,” I said. I took his hand and led it down below where se felt my cock already hard again. “But only for a moment. I'm ready to fuck your brains out.”
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A knock at the door woke me up in the middle of the night. I checked the clock next to the bed and it was only one in the morning. I looked next to me and Patrick was sound asleep. He had kicked the covers off and his naked body was aglow in the moonlight.
I got out of bed and didn't even bother getting dressed. Whoever was interrupting me at this hour deserved an eyeful. I opened the door a sliver so they couldn't see the mess I had made with Patrick. Tank stood in the hallway all big and buff. He used to wrestle back in high school and he looked like he could still play.
“Prez needs to see you right away, Phoenix.” Tank scratched at his broom mustache.
“Be down in a moment.” I closed the door and looked back at Patrick. His perfect ass was nice and round, begging to be fucked again. My cock almost came to attention but I willed it away. I had more important things to think about.
Why was Blaze wanting to meet so late at night? It could only have to do with Patrick. If Blaze wanted me to do away with him, he'd have a fight on his hands. I wasn't done with the man yet. Not by a long shot.
I got dressed and made sure my Remington was loaded before putting it behind my back in my waistband. Blaze was sitting alone in the meeting room when I walked in and Tank closed the door, standing guard outside.
My hand instinctively went to the butt of my gun. If Blaze wanted a shootout, he'd get one.
“Take a seat, Phoenix,” Blaze said, half his face covered in shadow.
My heart was punching the inside of my chest. I sat down in my normal seat at the opposite end of the table, my hand still behind my back on the gun. “What did you wake me up for, Prez?”
“It's about the guy,” he replied with his hands folded in front of him. He looked like a Bond villain, ready to push a button and s
end me flying down a chute to be eaten by crocodiles. “We got word from Byron—he wants to make a trade.”
My hand relaxed off the gun. “He's ready to give up his territory for his brother?”
Blaze leaned back in his chair. “He didn't agree to anything yet. He wants to see his brother in person first.”
Giving back Patrick was the last thing I wanted to do. My cock wasn't even close to done with him yet. But the MC came first. There'd be plenty of other pieces of ass to stick my dick into. “Okay, so where's the meet?”
“Near the edge of town, under the overpass.”
“Think it might be a trap?” I asked.
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