by GM Scherbert
“Don’t fucking lie to me Spitfire, I can see his marks on you.” Grabbing at her chin, I tilt her head up to meet my eyes, “Did you kneel for him, like you did for me not even three hours ago?” Shaking her head, she tries to pull away, but I hold tight as I complete my thoughts, “He touched you I know that much. If he put his dick anywhere near you I will fucking end him, though. I will end him if he even fucking thought about it. You. Are. Mine.”
“It’s not about sex, Country, not with them.” Dropping her eyes from mine, she tries again to pull away, but I hold her closer to me as she goes on, “It is only about the pain, I need it. Fuck, tonight is the first time I thought about sex since before I had Sophie six years ago.” Glancing towards me, she blushes deeply then adds, “well since the first time I met you, that is.”
Licking her lips, draws my thoughts to being buried inside of her again. Then, the first words register with me and I am taken back as the shock of her words strike me like a blow to the face. “What do you mean that you need the pain?” I see her flinch as I shout at her, spinning her around and pointing to the marks that are now on her flesh, “NO ONE FUCKING NEEDS PAIN LIKE THAT HEATHER!”
Chapter 9
Heather
When Country dragged me through The Dungeon like that I was instantly snapped outta the anxiety I was feeling from my session with Theo. I didn’t want to run off from The Clubhouse, but the way that Country just walked into the bathroom leaving me alone, had me so fucking scared that I had made a horrible mistake. As soon as he took control of me, when he demanded that I do what he say and that I belonged to him, I felt something that I have never felt before, and that scares me even more. In the moments that passed between us after he yelled about not needing pain, my mind is going a mile a minute trying to think up a way to explain my needs to him.
Before I am able to get my thoughts together, he is on top of me. Pushing the short leather skirt up and over my hips, ripping the soaked panties off of my body. Unbuckling his belt, pulling it through his pants and uses it to tie my hands to the headboard, before freeing his cock, flipping me over, his arm comes under my waist as he pulls me up onto my hands and knees. Slamming deep inside of me, he rakes his fingernails along the welts that have been forming on my thighs, ass, and back, growling into my ear. “This is the last time, I will ever see another man’s marks on you Spitfire, or you will not enjoy the consequences.” Moving a hand to my neck, he squeezes tightly before finishing his thought, ramming into me after each word. “YOU. ARE. MINE. NOTHING. COMES. BETWEEN. ME. AND. WHAT. IS. MINE. NOTHING.” With that I lose my breath for a brief second before the most intense orgasm takes over my body, and I fly like I never have before.
Not knowing how much time has passed, I wake up cradled into Country’s lap wrapped in blankets. Noticing me stirring, he reaches to the side table grabbing some chocolate and water up off of the table. Holding the piece of chocolate to my lips, I spread them open as he places it into my mouth. I lose myself as I taste not only the sweet but am lucky enough to still have his fingers inside of my mouth. Licking and sucking on them, I feel his cock hardening against my ass as a moan leaves his lips.
Sliding his fingers outta my mouth, a chuckle leaves him before I hear the reprimand leaving his mouth. “Spitfire, that is enough of that. You are insatiable and I will do my best to keep your desires at bay, but we need to discuss a few things and set some fucking rules before I lose myself to you again. I was caught up in The Clubhouse by you dragging me into my room, and then was so pissed to find you gone. Then I get here and within a short time, I am buried inside of you again. Let’s get ourselves dressed and we can go to my house and talk. Work out the ins and outs of this shit, and figure out how this ol’ lady shit is gonna work.”
Looking up at him, the glow from the orgasm fades quickly as his words sink in. “Country, I can’t go home with you. I gotta get home to Sophie, I can’t leave her with Irene overnight. Just because we have head sex a couple times today, doesn’t mean that we need to be in a relationship or something like that. I don’t expect that from you, Country, and I am pretty sure that being your ol’ lady is not something that I would do well with.” Sitting up I am quickly met with resistance as I try to move away from him to the edge of bed. “I will just get ready and head home, we’ll see each other when we see each other.”
Dropping his arms off of my body he lets out a groan as I make quick work of escaping off the bed. “Country, not two months ago we didn’t even know each other. A month ago we had only just met and I couldn’t keep myself from losing all conscious thought around you. Now today we have fucked twice, without protection might I add, and all of a sudden you think that I’m your ol’ lady and that we need to be building a future together. I don’t fucking think so, you can’t be the man I need, you can’t give me what I need, Country.”
“You know what, if your gonna fight it this much Heather then I know that this shit between us, must mean more to me than it does to you. I have waited since the first night I saw you to be buried deep inside you and I had guessed that you felt the same. If you don’t feel that though, I’m not gonna chase after you like some lost puppy dog.” Scrubbing a hand over his face, he locks eyes with me before nodding towards the door, “Don’t let that get stuck up your ass on the way out Spitfire.” Throwing himself off of the bed, he heads towards the door to the bathroom, grabbing his clothing up as he goes. “You know what, you are probably right, I can’t handle all the crazy that you are throwing off. Maybe it is best that you let some sick fuck whip your ass and get off on your pain.”
He slams the door shut as I pick my jaw up off the floor and know that I just fucked up my chance with this man. The only man that I have ever felt this way about, the first man I have thought about having a meaningful future with since Zack. I should head into the bathroom right now and drop to my knees and beg forgiveness, but that just isn’t gonna happen- I have already been on my knees twice for him today, and that was two times too many. I thought I would kneel for no one and he has me doing it twice today already. That thought makes my feet move closer to the door until my hand rests on the handle for long moments until I make, what I feel like might be the hardest decision of my life. Turning the knob, I move through the door, and head through the club to my car.
Reaching Sara’s, no our home about a half an hour later, I head over to Irene’s to pick Sophie up. Noticing a motorcycle parked on the street in front of Irene’s I walk a few steps closer to the street and notice that it looks a lot like the one that I have seen Preach on the couple of times that I have seen the men all riding together. Walking in the front door, I head straight to the couch, grabbing Sophie up and off of it spinning back towards the door. Seeing a bottle of Jack on the kitchen island and two glasses on the table next to it has me wondering if Irene had company tonight, maybe that was Preach’s bike that I saw outside. I’ll have to talk to her about it tomorrow when I see her. I know that Gun has been keeping an eye on her during the years that Sara has been gone, but he was with Sara last night and I am pretty sure that they didn’t come over here for a night cap.
I don’t see Irene for a few days, and when I do finally catch up with her I am sure to bring up the two glasses that were on her table that night.
“Irene, thanks again for watching Sophie the other night. I really do wish you would take some money.”
Cutting me off abruptly she answers harshly, “No Heather, you know better than that. You helped my girls out greatly in New Orleans and I will do what I can to help repay that. Anything that you need, I will be here to help.”
Smiling at her grandmotherly way, I walk to her and throw my arms around her. As I hug her to myself I smell something that is not Irene’s usual smell, and instantly realize what must have been going on. Pulling back from her, I look into her eyes as recognition passes between us. “Irene, he was here that night wasn’t he?”
Pulling away from her, I move towards her room, and she yells out, “Don�
�t you dare, little Girl. My personal life has nothing to do with you. If I have a male visitor it is not for you or Sara, or anyone to judge or know. So, put your mind somewhere else and leave it be. DO. YOU. HEAR. ME?”
Laughing, I move back towards her and again throw my arms around her, “I love you Irene and whatever you do is your business,” Pulling back slightly I look into her eyes as I ask a question that I shouldn’t. “I was just curious if it was Preach’s bike that I saw here that night?” Seeing her eyes flash with guilt, I see in a moment the answer she will never give. I am happy to know that she is happy, but sad that she doesn’t feel like she can share that happiness with me, I wonder if Sara or Gun has any idea.
Like she is reading my thoughts, she answers, “They don’t know, no one does. Please keep it that way, Little Girl. We cannot keep from each other it seems, and I am not sure how if that is something that we want the world to know. When my Earl was still around we fought so hard against the feelings we had, with him gone now, things have changed, Little Girl.” The frown she had thinking of her late husband, leaves the instant her mind moves on to Preach, and I am happy knowing that she has found something good.
Two weeks have passed and I haven’t gone to The Clubhouse or The Dungeon since the night that we had sex. I just don’t want to run into Country and have to be as weird and awkward as I have been around him since the night we met. I fucked him in his room, without a word between us- who the fuck does that? What the fuck is wrong with me? Then I let him take me again at The Dungeon, with only a fight to follow that as well. Why couldn’t I just be nice to him? Be a normal fucking person around him? Treat him the way that I truly feel about him inside?
I have thought about his cock inside of me each night as I have laid in bed, and found my fingers trailing towards my pussy. Dreamt of him, spanking my ass, paddling my ass raw, and whipping my thighs, ass, and back bloody. He is not that man. I have seen him these last few weeks at The Dungeon, I have watched him from the shadows. He doesn’t even watch any of the pain sluts or the scenes that they are in. When he is there, when I am, he tends to watch the tamer scenes and that’s how I know he will never be able to handle my special brand of fucked up.
That first week I was sore from his fucking of me, enough so that even peeing hurt. He really worked me over that night, and I can’t even image what it would be like if we were together on a long turn bases. I would need fucking ice packs or something like that. The ache that I felt for that first week, not only from Country but from the stings of the cane that Theo had used on me, helped to calm my racing mind, a little at least. When I would find myself getting anxious or thinking too long about Country, I would run my fingers roughly over the scares. I reinjured one of them from my ministrations and it is only now starting to scab over, I hope the anxiousness keeps at bay so I don’t reinjure myself.
Chapter 10
Country
Two long weeks, since I had left her in that room at The Dungeon, and she is avoiding The Clubhouse and The Dungeon like the fucking plague. I know that the shit I yelled at her, I had no right to say but she gets under my skin, and I can’t control what comes outta my mouth. Not that I haven’t see her during that time, I have gone past their house and watched her, because I sure as fuck have done that. I know that she will come around in time, but I want to make sure that if she needs pain like she told me that night, I ill sure as fuck be the one to give it to her. I have noticed the marks on her thighs the few times I have seen her outside, and noticed the scars seem fresh, wondering what she has been doing to herself I have to hold back my thoughts of going to her.
Giving myself only two more days before I go to her, I walk into the Clubhouse and have a seat next to Prez and Tank. Prez looks towards me, nodding his head before saying, “Brother, it’s good to see you here tonight.” Taking a swig from his beers, he motions to the prospect for two more. “Thanks for being there for us these last few weeks. I think things are finally starting to settle down, but I never know for sure and it’s good to know that we have brothers watching our backs.” Nodding my head, he smiles as he goes on, “I have watched how well you have taken to being a member, and I wanted to tell you I couldn’t be prouder.” Clapping me on the should he goes on, “We have something special planned coming up and we were wondering if you would be able to help out.”
“Yea, whatever it is Prez, you know I’ll help out however I can.” Taking a long swig from my beer, I look back towards him, “What’s up?”
“I knew we could count on you. Doc will talk to you more about it when you see him, but he is surprising Ember with a wedding and I was hoping that you and your little Spitfire would be willing to help out.”
Shaking my head, “She is not my Spitfire, Prez. She ran quickly than a jackrabbit being chased by a hound that night from The Dungeon, she wants nothing to do with me.” The laughs coming from both Prez and Tank has me snapping my eyes to them. “What the fuck are you two laughing about?”
Tank is the first to answer, “We have seen it in each of ourselves, as well as Gun, Doc, Shadow, and even recently with Preach. That little Spitfire has you, just as our Pearl has us- you and her can fight it all you want, but in the end, if you are smart, you will find your way to each other.”
Clapping Tank on the shoulder, Prez nods in agreement, adding “So right, brother, so right. If we would not have admitted our feelings for our little pet we would not be as happy as we find ourselves now. We have Rebel, Iris, Rose, and our Pearl,” smiling wide he finishes his thought, “Our lives have never been better. You will get there as well brother.”
“Of course Prez. Congrats to you and Tank by the way. I don’t know if I ever really got the chance to tell you that after the wedding and all that. It got kinda crazy around here and then at The Dungeon.” Looking towards their bride, I smile and add, “You are both lucky sons of bitches.”
“That we are Country. That we are.” Looking towards his wife, who is across the room playing pool, he gets up and heads over by her, taking her mouth with his own. As I look around from Pearl, I see Heather outta the corner of my eye. She is finally here, and I will not waste this opportunity with her. Nodding towards Prez and Tank I head for her moving fast. Approaching her, I make sure to leave her no escape route as I corner her behind the pool table.
Leaning in close, I smell the pears and find myself hard, not unusual in her presence even though it has been two weeks since I have been this close to her. Reaching for her hand, I move my eyes slowly over the outfit she is wearing and growl into her ear, “Did you wear this to get a rise outta me, Spitfire?”
“Country, back up a bit. I am here playing pool with Pearl and I-“ she trails off as I turn around, pulling her towards the hallway, nodding my regret towards Pearl as I go. Stopping only to unlock the door of my room, my hold of her never ceases as we walk into my room. Turning around abruptly as we enter the room, I push her up against the door before my mouth reaches hers. We start a heated kiss struggling for control, which I have no intention of losing. Waiting her out, takes a few minutes, but in time she stops fighting and gives into me, and as soon as I feel her relax against me, I reward her with my hands traveling across her body.
Stopping my hands on her large breasts, I tug the tight shirt she is wearing up and over those luscious tits, before dragging the cup of her bra down. Pinching on her nipple, the sounds coming from her let me know that she is enjoying this little game, but I know that she needs more, and I have talked with Prez about the pain that she says she needs. I will give it to her, because she is the only thing that I can think of and the only woman that I have ever wanted to claim. SHE. IS. MINE.
Reaching down to her ass, I pull her thighs up as she wraps her legs around me and I continue the kiss. Moving towards the bed, I drop her to her feet and simple say, “Strip.” Turning around I move towards my closet and throw over my shoulder, “and bend over the end of my bed, Spitfire. NOW!”
Opening the closet, I grab the paddle t
hat I had made for my Spitfire out and examine the burnt wood. Looping it around my wrist I grab up the cane that I also purchased and turn back towards the woman that has haunted my dreams since the night we met. “You want the pain, Spitfire?” I say cutting the distance separating up, I look at the beautiful sight of her bent over the end of my bed: beautiful in just her nakedness and submission. Her head nods as she holds the position she got into. “The words, Spitfire, you know I will need the words, if I give this to you. And know, that there will be no other man allowed near you again, Spitfire. NONE. EVER.”
Running a hand over her round ass, I see that the marks she got from fucking Theo, are faded and know that she is probably in need of something by this point. Pinching a cheek, I bend over to kiss the hurt away before swatting her. “Answer me Spitfire. Is this what you want?”
“Yes” comes out of her lips breathlessly.
“You will be mine and mine alone. No more Theo, no more finding another man to take care of your wants, your desires, your needs. Only I will be the one you kneel for, no submit to. Only I will be the one you bend over a bed for. Just me that you will listen and take commands from. Only to me will you present that hot cunt, tight little asshole, and luscious fucking mouth to. ONLY ME.”
“Yes,” pausing for long seconds I wait to see how she will address me before we move on. “Country”
Swatting her ass with my hand, I growl, “Not Country. Try again Spitfire.”
“Sir?” She squeaks out questioningly, and I groan at the thought. Landing another slap to her ass, I think that in this moment my girl may not know as much about me as I would like her to. She will never guess the name that I would like for her to call me, after all we really do not know each other that well, yet.
