Ronin

by Esther E. Schmidt

  Everything about her is an addiction. Even her feistiness that has my cock pointing in the direction she went. Motivating me to run after her and slide back into that tight cunt who welcomed my cock as the first fucking one that ever entered her fine body.

  “Did you hear me?” The angry idiot barks through the phone.

  I press the end call button. Who the hell does he think I am? I answer to no one. As the Prez of Lost Valkyries MC, people answer to me, not the other way around. Even if they place an order for a hit, I’m in charge and can flip the order back in their face along with their last breath before they leave this Earth.

  I’m ruthless, to everyone. No exceptions. Yet she made me take a turn, think of her needs, making that top priority. Instead of the normal random fucking without one single concern about the cunt that’s wrapped around my condom covered cock. Glancing down I notice the lack of condom.

  Well that’s a first…the thought of wrapping up didn’t even enter my mind. There’s a faint trace of red mingled through the wetness that’s coating my cock. Yeah, I felt it the second I pushed a few inches inside. A virgin. Well she ain’t a virgin no more. A smile spreads my face at that single thought.

  The ringing starts and I answer yet again. “What?”

  “Sorry, Ronin. I lost it. But that’s just it, the guy who contacted me has lost something too. He’s going crazy and he’s threating to end me.”

  I roll my eyes, shame the fucker can’t see it. “So you double your chances by whining to me about it, Larry?”

  Because I will end the fucker if he doesn’t get to the point. I’ll handle it myself or give the order to one of my brothers. There are a few nomads, my VP, and a handful of other brothers who are always up for a nice task, no questions asked. The pay is good, and we all live for the thrill.

  “No, I mean, yes. Shit. Ronin, listen…the order I placed?” Larry’s voice sounds panicked.

  I clear my throat. “Yeah, about that. There was a bonus added to it. You’re welcome by the way.”

  Larry grunts. “Shit. That bonus you’re talking about…there might be a problem, that’s why I’m calling...the guy that ordered…”

  “Who’s the guy, Larry? Gimme a fucking name.” I sigh in frustration, because this is taking too long and it’s not my problem, but his.

  “Lars Vorth. And he’s already on his way over to me. Listen…a chick was promised to him. Something about a debt being handled, not related to those two fuckers in the hotel room. The guy who was supposed to deliver her to him made a detour because one of those two guys was a friend of his he needed to talk to. Fucking idiot with shitty timing, that’s what it was. What a fucking mess.” Larry stumbles over his next few words. “Lars…he’s obsessing, he’s…” His voice falls away for a moment and background noises are the only sounds I hear, like someone bursting through a door or some shit. “No, no…stop…Lars, I’ve got the guy who was there, I was just asking if he’s seen her…I…”

  More rustling before a steel voice enters the line. “You messed with what’s mine.”

  And the end call button is yet again a popular button on my phone.

  I look in the direction of the bathroom. What the fuck is Anouk wrapped up in? She was tied, wrists and ankles, dressed like a damn hooker, and yet she was a virgin. Doesn’t make a lick of sense.

  My phone starts to ring once more. “What?” I snap.

  “What did you do with my property? Better still be untouched,” Lars barks.

  I snort. “No idea who you are and what you’re talking about, buddy.”

  “Lars Vorth. A woman. I’m talking about a woman who wasn’t supposed to be there when you took care of some business earlier today. She’s mine. I need you to bring her to me. You know what I’m talking about. Bring me the woman and I will double the price you normally charge.”

  My gaze is still on the bathroom door. I’m not ready to let her go. Every damn breath I took around her has been either lustful, captivating, funny as shit, even frustrating, but in every way so damn entertaining.

  “Yeah, not gonna happen. The assignment was handled. Not my fault you lost something.” I keep my tone nonchalant because I couldn’t care less what the fucker thinks.

  “She was not supposed to be there.” He seethes.

  “You sure you wanna talk to me like that?” I question with an angry promise in my voice.

  “Fuck,” he snaps. “Let’s just handle this as a business proposition, okay? I don’t care about money. Name your price, I need the woman.”

  Right. And now my attention is piqued. “Does she have a golden cunt? An ass that lays platinum eggs? Why the fuck is a cunt worth any price to you, huh?”

  “None of your damn business, just take the assignment.” He tries to keep his voice even and yet he sounds desperate.

  My hand slides to the back of my neck, thinking things over, and yet…my mind jumps straight to only one reply. “Nah, not doing it. Something smells fishy and it’s not this chick’s cunt. Believe me, I checked.”

  I hit the end call button and throw the phone on the couch. It starts to ring but I ignore the call and let my jeans hit the floor. Toeing off my boots and ripping off my black hoodie and shirt, I head for the bathroom. I’m in need of some answers and she’s gonna give me those. Along with another orgasm or two because she might not have an ass that lays platinum eggs, but she does have one hell of a golden cunt that’s unlike any I’ve felt in my life.

  No way am I going to pass that up or hand it over to some dude named Lars. Like I mentioned earlier, I answer to no one. But my cock might answer to the woman standing naked underneath my shower. He’s pointing right at her, my mind hooked on one thought; ‘lead the fucking way’.

  Yeah, ‘name your price’ is worthless to me when her gaze is locked on my cock with so much fucking lust swirling around...there’s not a damn thing in the world that matters. Not true, just one thing…burying myself to the hilt, and I plan to do just that.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  ***Anouk***

  With how angry I was when I stepped inside this shower, it seemed to have switched to lust for the man who is stalking toward me. Okay, I might just have my eyes set on one large, hard, single piece of him. There’s a burning need to have him inside me again. My pussy still throbs from what he did to me. I would like to experience it again and see if the second time would be any different.

  “You should be afraid of me; for yourself and for those who are after you,” he rumbles, making my gaze slide up to meet his.

  He’s standing there, completely self-confident, and fully naked I might add. His dark hair that was smoothly pulled back is now hanging loose. It’s wild and somewhat curly at the ends, hanging just over his shoulders. He has piercing blue eyes that are like ice and yet I’ve seen them filled with concern and tenderness just a moment before. If he thinks I value my life he’s sadly mistaken. I’ve been robbed from that ability, believe me…you would be too if you were me.

  “Fear doesn’t do shit. I learned that when my stepbrother killed my mother. She had fear in her eyes and in her voice when she was screaming, begging him to let me go, to let her live. You know what that got her? Nothing. Ice filled my veins instead of fear because I realized in that moment that no matter what happens, decisions that aren’t made by yourself might as well be set in stone. Unable for you to change or get a grip on. So fuck fear.” I growl angry. “And fuck you,” I mumble while I lift my head with my eyes closed, diving underneath the hot stream of water.

  “Oh, you will fuck me,” he growls before I feel his grip on my throat, making me gasp.

  Water in my mouth causes me to choke and cough. Ronin curses and drags me away from the stream. It takes a moment for me to catch my breath. He gently strokes my back while he murmurs for me to calm down, a concerned look on his face.

  “Sorry,” I mutter.

  Ronin snorts. “Yeah. You should be, making me go all worried and concerned, fucking soft, woman. Not a quality I can aff
ord to be.”

  “Right.” Now it’s my turn to snort while I’m eying that hard dick between his legs. “You and soft.”

  His fingers are around my throat again, cold tiles against my back and his hard length pressing against my pussy.

  Ronin leans in, fire blazing in his eyes. “Now that you caught your breath, and before I fuck you again, tell me what you know about the fucker who thinks he owns you.”

  “Lars Vorth, he’s my asshole of a stepbrother’s boss,” I snap in anger. “My stepbrother…no, wait, let me start by saying that my mother painted a pretty picture first. High on drugs she told her stepson and her drug dealer of a husband how I have a bachelor’s degree in chemistry. So they offered me to Lars. Made him believe I could be useful in more ways than one, trading me for their debt to be wiped clean. Nice, huh? Me being the answer to all their money problems, and a hymen to sweeten the deal, because my mother has…shit, had, a big mouth and mentioned I’m a virgin. All kinds of perks to bribe a drug lord with, right? So…”

  “Was,” Ronin chuckles, “was a virgin.” He winks.

  “Yeah, be sure to mention that to Lars, because my brother tried to put me on the market, like the fat cow I am.” My breath leaves my body before I gulp in air and scream at the fire that’s blazing over the skin that’s covering my ass.

  When I mentioned fat cow, he spun me around and smacked my ass. My tits are pressed against the cold tiles and somehow the pain is blurring with desire now that his dick is pressing between my ass cheeks.

  “I fucking dare you to call yourself a fat cow again. But, sweetness…it won’t be my hand punishing that lush ass of yours.” His growl is a hot caress against my ear.

  “Lush ass.” I swallow before my mind starts to ramble. “You need glasses and call it the way you see it. There’s a reason I’m still a virgin at twenty-one. Walk a mile in my shoes and you will hear people talk and laugh behind your back. Or straight to your face for that matter.”

  “Was, goddamned.” Again with the growling. “Was a fucking virgin, my cock took care of that little fact, hymen, whatever. You’re mine. There won’t be any other cock coming near this cunt. And if anyone ever makes you feel like that or throws words at you that make you think less about yourself, I will fucking end them. And,”

  I feel his dick nudging against my ass, making me freeze up.

  “I will take this ass and show you just how much it means to me.” Husky. From growling he manages to flip his voice to husky, making wetness trickle down my legs.

  Somehow the thought is exciting and scary because his dick filling up my pussy was burning and painful the first time and…

  “Relax, Anouk.” Ronin nips my ear. “I wouldn’t take it like that, we’re gonna prepare it nice and easy. You will beg me to fill you up from behind while my fingers fuck that tight pussy.”

  His tone of voice, his touch, the promise that rings out in those words...it’s everything that makes a moan slip over my lips while my ass pushes back against him. What the hell am I doing? That’s a thought that should run through my mind, and yet it doesn’t because this feels so right. He feels right. With his twisted ideas of righteousness, boosting my self-esteem, and making me feel worshiped. Like he adores my body. A body that I don’t even love.

  “First things first...your right hand on your cunt. Rub that bundle of nerves for me.” I feel how he steps back and takes my hips with him.

  One hand presses between my shoulder blades urging me to bend over. I obey and use my other hand to keep my balance by placing it on the tiled wall in front of me. I don’t see him and yet I feel his heated stare on my private parts.

  Ronin grabs my hips. “This,” my ass is being gripped, kneaded ever so firm, “is so perfect. You know why?”

  “Hmmmm,” I respond while my cheek hugs the tiled wall to add more balance for the position I’m in.

  “Because the way you bounced off my cock before, the way I can hold you in a tight grip without being concerned about hurting you. Fucking you as rough as I can without feeling the fucking bones with every thrust...it’s...you. It’s the whole damn package that makes the sex, everything, so damn captivating. Now, rub that clit of yours harder, sweetness. I’m going to watch how you make yourself come. Let me see your cunt spasm while I palm my cock and fist it tight thinking how it felt when I was buried deep inside you.”

  Oh God. That voice, those dirty words, how I feel the heat of his dick making contact with my asshole in a rhythm that’s caused by Ronin jerking himself off. He consumes my every thought, my body stands to attention with every breath.

  His fingers grab my ass cheeks, spreading me open, his thumb grazing my tight ring and entering slightly. “Come for me, Anouk,” Ronin grunts while the tip of his dick taps me in a repeated pattern.

  Circling my clit, it all becomes too much. Heat surges through my body and black spots appear in my vision while tingles shoot through my pussy. The overwhelming orgasm intensifies when I hear his curses. It’s like he’s lost his self-control, leaving no other option than to be consumed by pleasure. It’s enthralling to know I’m the one responsible when he shouts my name as I feel the hot strokes of cum covering my ass.

  In this moment there’s only us and the pleasure we surround each other in. How I wish I could live in this moment until the end of time. Yet I realize the end might come soon enough.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  ***Ronin***

  I am so fucked. Why? Because I know for a fact that I am staring at my Old Lady’s cunt that’s covered with my cum. Might I add that my cum is leaking into her cunt because I came all over her ass, keeping it slightly open with my thumb so I could mark her in two places at the same time? Yeah...fucked.

  My cock got tied to this cunt lightning fast and it doesn’t bother me one damn bit. There’s a lot about her I don’t know yet. I only have a hint about her background, known her for maybe two or three hours, and yet there’s no denying; I’m not letting her go. There’s enough time along the road to get to know one another.

  I guide her underneath the water and start to soap up her body. She feels so soft underneath my touch. When I pull her close she automatically molds against me, like she was created to be my perfect match. My hard body shaped to embrace her curves.

  She was right earlier when she said ‘You have a weird fascination with my ass’. I can’t help it, it’s fascinating and so damn perfect. Besides that lush ass, her tits are my next addiction. I need to fuck those and mark them with my cum. Shit. I need to get out of this shower and handle some business and talk some more to clear up the mess she’s in. I shut off the water and hand her a towel and grab one for myself.

  I never took the time to shower with a chick. The sight of her toweling herself dry is a damn erotic experience my eyes want to have locked on repeat. The way she dries off those lush tits? Yeah, I can hang a towel over my cock and dance around without letting the damn thing drop. That’s what Anouk does to me. She needs to cover up her body and fast.

  “Get dressed.” I smack her ass and stalk to the closet.

  Throwing sweatpants and a black shirt with the Lost Valkyries MC patch on the couch, I demand, “Put those on.”

  She raises an eyebrow.

  “Now,” I tell her and keep my eyes locked on her face, watching how her two eyebrows drop as if she’s about to come up with a snarky reply for my rudeness. She’s so damn adorable, I’m having a hard time keeping the laugher inside when I add, “If you expect me to say please, you’re gonna be sadly mistaken.”

  Anouk crosses her arms in front of her chest, lifting those damn fine tits that need to be supported. Preferably by my hands. Shit. My gaze slides up and the smug smile she’s got painted on her face clearly shows she made her point. Anouk’s got me tied around her lovely finger with that amazing body and temper of hers.

  “I wasn’t questioning your demand, nor the clothes. Actually, I was thankful for them because I was ordered to put on those idiotic scraps of fabric I was weari
ng when you rescued me earlier. Well, not exactly rescue, but whatever. I wasn’t even allowed to wear panties…I needed to dress up, he wanted me to look that way, and…”

  “Anouk,” I growl her name through gritted teeth. “I need you to shut the fuck up about how another fucker wanted you to dress. And for the record, I don’t have any panties for you to wear, but you will be wearing some lace shit that I’ll be buying for you. And I wouldn’t exactly call it me rescuing you, remember how you attacked me at first sight?”

  She touches her face, the nice shiner she’s sporting from where she hit the wall and knocked herself out.

  I’m about to reach out, comfort her, when she says, “Okay.” Her voice is barely a whisper before she clears her throat. “What a nice shirt, Valkyries, hey...isn’t that like…a woman? One who gets to decide who lives and who dies in battle?” Her fingers run over the shirt I laid out for her with the club patch on it.

  “That’s the name of my MC,” I tell her. I don’t feel like I have to elaborate some more.

  Her mouth twitches. “You’re a biker? Do your...” she looks around like she’s looking for the right words, “brothers, President, Vice President, know you have a woman stashed in your room? Because with that idiot coming for me, and I know he will be, because my mother and my stepbrother and their big mouths, got me into this shit. Lars has plans for me and wants me back for sure. He had my stepbrother killed by one of his goons who came to pick me up. That was the one you sliced up in the hotel room when we met. No lose ends on either side. Nice, huh? Not that I cared, I would have gladly bought a gun and shot a bullet in that sea of rotten brain cells that were already mush from using drugs all those years. I never liked my stepbrother.” She growls but seems to realize something and gasps. “Shit. I just assumed…with the…uhmm, sex thing…uhmm…you and I…what’s going to happen now? Are you going to let me go? Keep me here? Are you…going to kill me?”