His Possession

by Tory Richards

  His place was the farthest from the lake. When I was about halfway there I wished I’d taken my fucking bike. When the cabin finally came into view I couldn’t stop the loud snort from escaping me. I’d forgotten his old lady had painted the fucking place yellow, her favorite color. Damn place looked like a fucking fairy’s cottage in the woods. She’d even planted flowers around it. Porky hadn’t even tried to stop her either, saying she’d given up enough for him over the years and she deserved to get what she wanted.

  I wondered where his balls had disappeared to. The Porky I’d met thirteen years ago had been a mean fucker. I heard humming coming from inside the house when I stepped up the two steps to his front door. Well, at least it wasn’t fucking groaning. I pounded on the door.

  “It’s open!” I heard his grizzly smoker’s voice holler.

  I opened the door to see Porky lying on top of the cleared kitchen counter, which wasn’t all that big, getting a massage from Judy. She glanced up with a smile. “Hi, honey.”

  “Hi sweetheart.” I gave her a nod before meeting Porky’s eyes. “Bad time?”

  “Well, this is foreplay, but you’ve got time to say what you came here to say.” He laughed and Judy gave him a hard slap on his—thank fuck—covered rump.

  I decided to get right to the point in case he was serious. “Rosa is here, and I have to go on a run tonight. Need someone to watch her for me.”

  “Sure,” Porky said without hesitation.

  “What are you gonna do with her?” Judy asked, rubbing Porky’s shoulders with vigor. She was massaging something into him, because his skin was oily. The smell told me that it was some kind of ointment for sore muscles.

  “Needs to put her six feet under for what she did!” Porky grumbled. He let out a low moan when Judy hit on a certain spot. “Yeah, baby, right there.”

  “Yeah, not easy when you have history with someone.” Judy’s expression softened with understanding. “She’s locked in my cabin.”

  “What about tomorrow?” Porky knew about the trip to Queensbury. He’d be going in a cage. As a patched member he deserved to be there for the talk and for any decisions made concerning the club.

  I hadn’t thought that far ahead, and shrugged. “One day at a time, brother.” I grinned.

  “I’ll bring her some dinner,” Judy offered. “Does she need anything else?”

  Rosa didn’t have anything but the borrowed clothes she was wearing, and anything else she got would be at my hands. If it were up to me I’d keep her naked, but that would me more torture for me than her. “No, she’s good, sweetheart.”

  The thought of keeping Rosa naked had appeal. Better, naked and tied to my fucking bed. I could fuck her any time I wanted. The image of her lying there, helpless and spread eagle for my dick twenty-four hours a day gave me a boner. I was glad I was on my way back home, and not still talking to Porky and Judy. I had to stop to rearrange my dick into a more comfortable position, but the damned thing wasn’t going to be comfortable until it was deep inside a wet pussy.

  Sweet Jesus! I slammed my fist into the nearest tree, sorry the second I did it. I had to get a fucking grip on reality or I was gonna go fucking insane. My knuckles were raw and bleeding now, but even the pain didn’t diminish my hard-on. For three fucking years my dick and hand had been in an exclusive relationship, easing some of my built-up anger and tension just long enough to get me through until the next time. Coming over the image of Rosa’s beautiful, betraying face did me in every time.

  So what the fuck was the matter with me now? I had the real deal, just feet away. Why wasn’t I taking advantage and getting her out of my system? I knew Rosa wanted me. It hadn’t taken much persuasion before she’d given me that fanfuckingtastic blowjob. I could easily build on her childhood attraction to me and be inside her before she knew what was happening. Was I bastard enough to do it?

  Yeah, I fucking was. I wanted her that much. I would take the revenge owed me, take it out on her flesh. She’d practically given me the go ahead with her fucking comment about wanting to give me payback. I wonder how Rosa will feel when I let her down.

  Because I would.

  It was inevitable.

  Chapter 11

  Rosa

  Solitary confinement. That’s what it felt like. The last time I’d seen Raze was when he’d stopped in to explain that he had to go on a run and a brother by the name of Porky and his old lady Judy would be looking out for me. Then he’d left, locking the door behind him. That had been almost three days ago, and with the exception of meal times, I’d been left alone.

  There was absolutely nothing to do there, other than watch TV or read one of the old magazines I’d found thrown into a corner on the floor. I at least could make coffee in the mornings, and I found a few snacks in the cupboard, but the small fridge was empty. At one point I contemplated leaving through one of the windows, but Raze’s place was close to the busy restaurant, and with my luck I’d get caught. That would be a good excuse for one of his brothers to put his hands on me.

  Was he staying with that woman, CC? Fucking her? I don’t know why it should matter, but it did. If Raze would only let me tell him what had really happened three years ago, he might find it in his heart to forgive me. Then maybe we could move on from there and, what, be together? Damn, why did I have to go and fall in love with him all those years ago?

  Why couldn’t you fall out of love as easily as falling in love?

  Tears burned in my eyes. I needed a drink, something to soothe my nerves. At least I’d been able to take a shower, but I had no clothes, so I helped myself to one of Raze’s tees. It was a club tee, so old the colors of the Wreckers logo were faded and the material was thin and soft. It made a perfect sleep shirt. I lifted the collar and sniffed, taking in the clean scent of soap, dryer sheets, and man.

  Raze.

  As if on cue the door opened and he walked in. I met his eyes before taking in the bags of groceries in his arms. He slammed the door shut with a backward kick of his boot, and walked toward the tiny kitchen. I just sat there, curious, but getting angrier by the second. He just walked in as if he hadn’t left me along all that time? How could he think I would be okay with that? Left alone with too many what ifs, and thoughts about what was going to happen to me, worried that one of his angry brothers would show up at any time to hurt me.

  As he lazily began putting the food away I rose to my feet. “Where have you been all this time?” He shot me a glance, but didn’t answer. I crossed my arms. “Fucking her?” Oh, shit, I didn’t just say that out loud! But I had, and I couldn’t take it back now. His expression never changed. “You can’t just leave me alone for days, Raze. I’ve been worried.”

  “Don’t worry, babe, I always come back.”

  “I was worried about me!” I clarified. The tiny grin he couldn’t cover up fast enough told me that he already knew that. “Worried one of your brothers would decide to come here and, and, take his hate out on me.”

  He released a heavy breath. “Good. You should be worried,” he said without feeling.

  Was he trying to scare me on purpose?

  I lost it. “I hate you,” I said calmly, wishing that I had something to throw at him, like the bottle of pickles he was holding in his hands. He wasn’t a woman, had no idea of the things we worried about when left on our own and with too much time on our hands. Especially when dumped in a hostile environment.

  Raze stopped what he was doing and glared at me with dark eyes. “You think I don’t hate you, Rosa?” I knew that he did. “You think I care if one of my brothers decides to hurt you?” How could he say that?

  His comment told me one thing, that Raze’s indifference toward me was real, his hate deeper than I had thought. Him hurting me was one thing, I almost looked forward to his punishment so that this shit would be over, but letting another man touch me? The hopelessness of my situation crushed me.

  “I know you hate me, Raze. I just never knew how much, and I don’t blame you. I�
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  He held up his hand. “Don’t start that shit again about deserving retribution. You made your fucking decisions back then, looked at me with those big, soulful eyes and lied on the stand. There’s nothing you can say that will take that shit away, or make it okay. You will pay−”

  “Then do it!” I hissed. “What are you waiting for, Raze? I’ve given you my blessings. I’ve tried to explain what really happened, but you won’t let me. So just do it and get it over with already!” I slapped my hands on my hips. “Give me your worst,” I challenged recklessly, letting anger make me say stupid things.

  You didn’t want to piss off a guy like Raze. I’d known that back when we were kids. He could be ruthless, and being part of an outlaw MC had changed him, had made him dangerous. In a lot of ways he frightened me more than Evil ever had, because I knew where I stood with Evil. Raze kept his emotions close to his chest, leaving me to guess what he might be thinking or what his next reaction would be. It was nerve wracking.

  He slowly set down the jar of pickles, his gaze dropping to my exposed thighs where his shirt had ridden up. I fought the urge to drop my hands, not about to give in to his silent, fear-evoking scrutiny. Slowly his expression changed, and I watched his mouth clamp tightly, his lips turning white as his nostrils flared. What scared me the most was the look in his eyes as they locked onto mine.

  I didn’t know the Raze who was staring back at me, and I realized I’d made a terrible mistake in pissing him off. Yet I couldn’t move, couldn’t swallow, could barely breathe, even when he slowly came around the counter and began walking my way. The closer he got, the faster my heart beat. I shivered as the predatory look in his eyes caused a wild and unexpected hunger to move over me. He was hard! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

  “Do you know what I think, Rosa?” I shook my head slowly, too mesmerized by the whole bad boy thing he had going on. He moved right up against me and wrapped his hand around my throat. “I think you need a good, hard fuck,” he snarled between his teeth, his nose touching mine.

  I opened my mouth in shock, and Raze slammed his down over mine, stealing my breath away. At the same time I was aware that he was walking me backwards to somewhere, the hand at my throat guiding me with a firm grasp. I could feel the tension in his taut body, could sense that he was barely holding on by a thread before his control slipped completely. The question filtering through my mind was what control was he trying to maintain? Did he want to hurt me, or fuck me?

  I whimpered beneath his punishing mouth and thrusting tongue. He took, demanded, and conquered. God, the scent of tobacco and leather stimulated my senses. The lingering taste of beer and something not unpleasant in his warm mouth tantalized my taste buds. I thrust my tongue back against his eagerly. My lower back came up against something hard, but before I could decipher what it was Raze had spun me around and pushed me over the back of the sofa.

  I caught my breath at the vulnerable position and started to stand up, but he placed a hand at the back of my neck and held me down. “Don’t move!” he ordered in a threatening tone.

  “What are you doing?” I tried again to lift my upper body, but he was too strong for me. My cheeks turned hot when I felt the draft on my exposed bottom where the material of my shirt had moved up. With one hand pinning me down at the back of my neck, Raze’s other hand grazed my naked ass.

  “I said, ‘don’t move,’” he growled, running his fingers down the crack of my ass to my bare pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned, because that’s what his touch did to me. “Fuck, I knew you’d be wet.” His finger wiggled beyond the seam to my pussy. “I knew you wanted it.”

  I didn’t like the hard rasp of his confident tone, but couldn’t deny the pleasure his exploring fingers were giving me. He ran them up and down my labia, going deeper each time until he separated the plump flesh and inched inside. His animal growl was backed up by his fingers sinking deeply into my pussy.

  “Oh!” I hadn’t meant to sound it out loud, but it was a natural response to the invasion of my body. Raze worked his fingers in and out several times, until my hips began to meet each thrust with growing enthusiasm. I nearly lost it when he found my throbbing clit. He was merciless, too, flicking and pinching it, but in a way that turned the mild pain to immense pleasure.

  He knew what he was doing.

  I was going to come. I could feel my orgasm rushing toward the peak, but right before it reached the point of no return Raze yanked his fingers away. I was left bent over the couch and gasping, but not for long. His fingers were against my ass and I could tell by his actions that he was undoing his pants. The rustle of noise indicated that he’d kicked his shoes, and then his jeans, away. Surprise made me squeal when he first bit, and then kissed, a quivering butt cheek, and then he I felt him line up the head of his cock to the entrance of my pussy.

  “Hold on, baby,” he growled just before ramming his hard shaft into me all the way. We both sounded out at the impact.

  My eyes grew round as my body protested at his wide girth, but it didn’t last long. Raze remained still, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him, not moving until the muscles inside of me had relaxed enough to accommodate his size. For the first time I noticed his hands were on my hips, holding us together with a strength that I knew would leave bruises. After a few seconds he pulled out slowly, only to push back in again, settling into a steady rhythm that slowly drove me insane.

  So many times I thought I was going to explode with release, and so many times Raze would halt long enough for my orgasm to lose steam. “Damn you!” I cried out, after he’d done this about four times. His only response was a grunt, and a hard slap on the bottom. At first it had hurt, but after a while the burning sting left behind would signal a pleasure beyond words. “Raze−” I wailed, all but begging him to let me come.

  “Remember what I said, baby?” He growled, moving his mouth close to my ear. “You get nothing unless I give it to you.” His thrusts were fast, deep, and filled me to the core. “I knew your cunt would be like this, tight and wet around my dick, squeezing it good.” I felt his teeth tug on my ear. “I’m gonna fucking come so hard in your tight, little pussy.”

  I moaned at his filthy words as he pounded into me from behind. He took his cock out, and ran the hot, wet tip up and down my ass, pausing at my anus. I stiffened instinctively, but Raze only explored the area.

  “When the time comes you’ll take my dick here, too,” he said, making it sound like a threat.

  I didn’t say anything, because the thought of Raze fucking me in the ass secretly turned me on, even as it frightened me. But right now I wanted him back in my pussy, where I was wet and throbbing for that climax. “Raze.” I heard the pleading in my tone and didn’t care. His rough, unsympathetic laugh told me that he knew what I wanted. He didn’t care either. Maybe this was part of the punishment he had planned for me. Teasing me over and over and never giving me release.

  He moved slightly, I felt his mouth against my flesh right at the small of my back, and his hand at my pussy. As he moved slowly over me, the heat of his open mouth was torture in itself. Then I felt his teeth graze lightly over one cheek of my ass as he continued his travel downward. I gasped sharply when his fingers entered me in a slow penetration meant to draw out the pleasure. My hips thrust back, seeking more, but his hard slap on my butt had me doing the opposite. I whimpered. He’d meant business with that slap. My hot flesh felt as if he’d branded it.

  “This is to give me pleasure,” he rasped gruffly, leaving me confused. “Not you, Rosa.”

  “You can’t stop me from feeling,” I said.

  He grunted, but didn’t stop his slow, delicious torture of my senses. When I felt his fingers slip from my body and his mouth cover my pussy, nothing, not even the threat of another painful slap, could keep me from letting my pleasure be known. I moaned loudly, and deeply, my whole body quivering with gratification. The heat of his breath, the glide of his tongue, the scrape of his whiskers, and the
aggressive movement of his mouth all worked at pulling my orgasm from me, in a violent, earth-shattering release.

  “Put some cream on my tongue, baby.”

  “Raaaazzze!”

  My hips bucked as a powerful climax gripped me. I cried out with the intensity, unable to do anything except take the road Raze was forcing me to travel. His hands were brutal against my hips, his mouth locked tightly around my pussy as his tongue relentlessly thrust into my body through my release. The feeling was so overwhelming that I wondered if I could survive it. I came down slowly, trembling violently because Raze refused to release me.

  He pulled his mouth away, but before I could collapse against the couch he thrust forward and a different, harder muscle was filling my body. His groan followed, and then he started to piston in and out of my pussy, grunting each time he bottomed out. I felt his heavy balls slapping against the back of my thighs, and surprisingly, another orgasm building in my core. As if sensing that, Raze’s hand moved around me until he was able to manipulate my clit.