by Kim Jones
He stared at me across the room, his face completely unreadable. It was me who had gotten us into this situation, and it was me who was going to have to take the first step. I started towards him, and I half expected him to move, or hold his hand out to me to stop me. He did none of these things. I tried to search his eyes for some sort of sign, but he gave nothing away. He would make an excellent poker player. When I was only inches from him, I stopped. I could smell his delicious scent and it was so intoxicating that I had to remind myself that I walked over here to tell him something, not to jump his bones.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about the way I acted and I’m sorry about what happened to Red and I’m sorry that I disappointed you. I’ll try to do better,” I paused, having to take another deep breath just to finish. This was harder than I imagined, yet easier than I deserved. “I just don’t want you to leave.” I meant it to come out stronger, but instead it was barely a whisper.
Luke’s face never faltered. He didn’t sweep me off my feet and tell me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. He didn’t give me his signature smirk or smile at me with those beautiful lips. I was starting to get a little panicky, when he pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed mine, then leaned in and kissed my forehead.
“Let’s take a shower,” he said, pulling his lips from my head and looking at me as if he were searching for something in my eyes. If I had to guess, it was honesty and sincerity that he was looking for. Good thing I meant what I said.
He led us into the bathroom and began undressing. I watched in fascination as his most intimate parts were revealed to me. Not only was Luke’s cock huge, it was beautiful. It was thick and tan, just like the rest of him and I wondered if Luke went to the tanning bed. The head of it, slightly smaller than his shaft, had felt so good when he placed it between my legs-rubbing slow circles on my clit with my own juices, while he talked so possessively to me. I was soaking wet between my thighs and I wanted to reach out and touch him, but restrained myself. I still wasn’t sure of his reaction to my behavior from earlier. I had a small sense that Luke was still trying to hold back his temper, although he gave nothing away.
I was still staring at his large cock that was beginning to harden, when he touched my shoulder. I jumped at his touch as my eyes found his face. I was breathing heavy now, and I knew that he noticed it. He disrobed me, without letting his skin touch mine, which was probably the best thing he could have done for me. I was afraid that if he did, I would come on contact. Once I was completely naked in front of him, he took in the sight of me and it was his turn to swallow hard. I wanted to be smug, but stopped myself. This was not the time, especially considering that I was trying to redeem myself. His eyes and face still gave nothing away; only the hardening of his cock and the movement of his Adam’s apple let me know that I was having an effect on him.
I started to step around him and into the shower, but he grabbed my hand, then pulled it to his mouth and kissed it. His left hand came up to the side of my neck, as he directed my body to stand in front of his. There was only an inch of space between us. I could feel his hard cock up against my stomach and it made me shiver. He kissed me sweetly, slowly working his tongue with mine and I melted into him. When I raised my arms to wrap around his neck, he pulled away. I couldn’t help the frown that crossed my face or the disappointed look. He kissed my bottom lip, still with a firm hand on the side of my neck, ultimately controlling my heads movement.
“You will thank me for this,” he said against my lips. His voice was low and clear, but I didn’t understand what he meant by the words. Thank him for what? He saw the confusion on my face, but didn’t answer my obvious question. Instead, his eyes became more intense and he stood straighter, squaring his shoulders.
“Get in the shower, Dallas.” Oh shit. I knew that voice. It was the voice of Mr. I’ll-fuck-your-brains-out Luke. I wanted to jump up and down and clap my hands, but instead I ducked around him and into the shower to hide my smile.
So, maybe I didn’t know Luke as well as I thought I did. When I got into the shower, I stood there for what couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds waiting on him. Thinking of what he was going to do to me. I envisioned him lifting me up against the wall and pounding me until I begged for him to stop. I remembered my “punishment fuck” that I received from Luke only weeks ago and how I had wanted it again ever since.
While I was lost in the thought of Luke fucking me hard and bringing me to the brink of an orgasmic death, he spoke to me from outside the shower, “I’m going to take a shower in the guest bath, then make some calls. I’ll be to bed in a little while. Get some sleep. We have some shit to do tomorrow.”
What the fuck? Was he serious? I peeked out from behind the shower curtain to see that he was no longer in the bathroom. I wanted to stomp to the guest bath and demand that he shower with me, but of course I didn’t. I turned on the water and showered, wanting to cry from my sexual frustration, and then remembered that he said that I would thank him for this. Maybe he thought I needed a little more time alone. He couldn’t have been more wrong. I washed myself, rougher than usual, taking my frustration out on my soft skin that was over sensitized. I was sure that steam was coming from my nostrils, but I had to keep myself in check. If I couldn’t prove to Luke that I could handle something as simple as a shower alone, than why would he believe me when I told him I could handle the MC life?
After my shower, I dried off, again a little too roughly and huffed my way to the closet to find my sexiest lingerie. I chose a white, satin cami with lace that covered the tops of my breasts, yet still left plenty for view and had a lace trim that went around the bottom that stopped at the top of my thighs. It was short enough that if I raised arms just a little, you could see the cheeks of my ass. Considering this, I chose a pair of white, lace boy shorts that the bottom of my ass hung out of. I towel dried my hair, and dabbed a small amount of perfume just behind my ears. The shower was no longer running in the guest bedroom. I wanted to search the house for Luke, but he told me to go to bed, and since I was tired anyway-at least that’s what I told myself-that’s exactly what I did.
I don’t know if it was the removal of the covers from around me or Luke’s muffled “damn” that woke me, but when I opened my eyes he was standing beside the bed looking down at me. I was on my stomach, my head turned towards him with my arms under my pillow. My left leg was bent and my right straight, causing my legs to be gaped open. The slinky nightie that I wore had ridden up my back, giving Luke a full view of my ass and the scrap of panties that barely covered it.
“You went to bed.” This was not a question, but a realization that I had done exactly what he asked. I nodded my head at him, afraid to speak or even move. I don’t know what I was afraid of. Saying the wrong thing? The last thing I wanted was for him to deprive me of his huge cock that bulged from his tight, boxer briefs.
“Sit up, Dallas,” he said to me, his voice feral and full of need. I rose to my knees, rubbing my eyes trying to wake myself up. “You are so beautiful. Especially like this; sleepy and obedient, yet stubborn and defiant. You knew when you put that on that I couldn’t resist you.”
I looked over at him. I knew my eyes were full of need and my body most definitely was. My nipples had hardened from just looking at him and I could feel the dampness between my thighs. Luke moved behind me in the bed, placed one hand on my hip then gently pushed me between my shoulder blades, urging me down with the other. My face was turned sideways on the pillow, once again, but my ass was in the air and at his mercy. I could feel the excitement building inside of me, mixed with a little nervousness and anxiety.
“You have the most beautiful ass, baby,” Luke said as he leaned down over me, pressing his lips to the small of my back and sliding his hands under my panties and over the cheeks of my ass. He moved his hands, taking my panties with him and pulled them down my legs, kissing the backs of my thighs as he went. My body was shuddering with excitement and the feel of his lips
on my tender skin. His hands ran up my legs; over my calves and thighs to my ass, then up my back until they fisted in my hair. I could feel his long, hard length pressed up against me and I pushed back, anxious for him to be inside me.
“You want this, baby?” He was back to the endearments and it thrilled me.
“Yes,” I breathed, trying to sit up so I could put my hands on him. I needed to feel him. I wanted to runs my hands over his muscles and put my lips all over his body. The need was so intense that I actually whimpered. Luke kept a firm hold on my hair, not letting me move.
“Oh, no baby. You are going to lay there and take everything I give you.” His voice was like silk, sliding over me. “Stay where you are and don’t move. I love looking at you in this position.”
It was almost embarrassing to me, my ass in the air baring it all for him to see, but Luke had a way of making me feel sexy and wanted and the thought of him enjoying looking at me like this was so overwhelming, that I shivered with excitement. Luke’s hands left my hair and he trailed one finger down my spine to that forbidden place that made me tense, the minute he touched it. He trailed further down, sinking two fingers into my wetness.
“Fuck, baby. You are so wet.”
I couldn’t see his face, but I was sure he was wearing that dark look I loved so much, with his lips slightly parted. He moved his fingers back up, spreading the dampness from between my legs. I tensed as he put pressure there and he immediately stopped.
“Relax, babe. I ain’t gonna hurt you. I told you, you would thank me for this.” I stilled completely at his words. Oh, no. No way was that huge cock of his getting anywhere near my ass.
“No, Luke. I-I can’t,” I stuttered, trying to sit up. Luke placed his hand between my shoulder blades to keep me down.
“Hush, Dallas. Trust me,” He said soothingly. Of course I trusted him, but it didn’t make it any easier. He positioned himself against the center of me that was now throbbing for attention. He entered me in one swift motion and the air was taken from my lungs.
“Ah!” I said loudly. Shit, that was deep.
“Shut up.”
At Luke’s words, I felt myself tighten around him and my body heated. I loved it when he talked to me like that, but two could play at that game. If I couldn’t talk, the muscles in my soaking wet core that he was buried in, most definitely would. I heard him suck air between his teeth as he pulled out slowly, then slammed into me again. It was too much and not enough. He was killing me, yet I never felt more alive than when he was in me. Luke began to fuck me slowly, placing his hands on my ass and spreading me open. It felt so good as he pounded into me over and over, talking to me in that silky, bedroom voice of his. I felt the familiar rush of ecstasy as began to fuck me harder, pushing me over the edge, but never slowing, even after my body seemed to sink further into the mattress. Luke’s fingers once again found the spot he so desired, and without hesitation, slipped his finger through the tight barrier, while still milking my orgasm from me by sliding his thickness in and out of my drenched pussy.
“Baby, you feel so good. I love how sweet you smell. Tell me whose pussy this is, Dallas.” He demanded, working his finger and his cock faster, in and out of me. The sensation was so much that I didn’t have the energy to answer him. Instead, I came. I felt the muscles in both places, constricting as he drove in and out of me. His finger left me, and the feeling was more foreign without him there than it was when he was inside me. He gripped my hips, driving into me mercilessly, and I thought, in that moment, that if he didn’t stop, I would die. I had no control over my body. Luke was holding my hips with his tireless arms. Every muscle I had was like jelly and just breathing was a chore. Luke took full advantage of my relaxed state as he slammed me back onto him over and over and over. This was definitely a punishment fuck and I wasn’t gonna make it. I was quite sure that he knew that too and that was exactly why he was doing it.
“Tell me who you belong to, Dallas,” he growled from behind me.
“You,” I managed to squeak, my face muffled by the pillow and the growing throb between my legs, affecting my speech. Luke reached around and began rubbing my clit. The cluster of nerves was so sensitive, that it was almost painful.
“That’s right, baby. You are mine.”
Luke increased the movement of his fingers, rubbing furiously against my clit and my dead limbs began to jerk.
“Come for me,” he demanded in a whisper, and I exploded around him. Luke drove deep one last time and collapsed on top of me. I could feel the mixture of our wetness beginning to slide down my legs. I remember Luke leaving and then returning, placing something cool between my legs, then covering me and turning out the light. I also remember the sound of the door closing behind him as he left the room.
Chapter 4
Dallas
It’s dark where I am. There is only a sliver of light that shines underneath the closed door. I can’t see anyone in the room with me, but I can hear screaming. Loud screams that sound like a woman pleading and begging for her life. Red. I recognize her voice immediately, even though it is muffled by uncontrollable sobs. I struggle to get to her, but something is holding me down. I try to break free, but whatever has me won’t let me go. The door opens slowly, and the room is bathed in light. I don’t see who is at the door, but the screams have stopped and there is only silence. Something is thrown at my feet and I look down to see a bloody tongue on the dusty concrete slab of my barn.
“Dallas, baby, it’s me. Wake up.”
Luke’s sweet voice is beside me and I am cradled in his arms. I look down and see that we are in my bed and the light is on. I thought I would find Luke fully dressed, but he was naked under the covers with me and looked like he had been there for quite some time.
“I-I thought you left,” I said, forgetting my horrific dream and just concentrating on the fact that he was here and not sleeping in another room.
“No, baby. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” he said, smoothing my damp hair off my head. “What were you dreaming about?” he asked, kissing my face repeatedly and stroking my back. It felt warm and reassuring to have him here and my bad dream was pushed to the back of my sub-conscious.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, curling into his side. Luke’s arms wrapped tighter around me.
“Baby, I know you don’t like talking about it, but it would probably be better if you did. You don’t have to tell me, but you need to tell somebody.”
I thought about what he told me. I had not shared with anyone what happened that night. I wasn’t sure if Luke really even wanted to know, or if I wanted to relive it.
“Maybe, one day. It doesn’t bother me so much anymore.” And it didn’t. Sure, the nightmares were bad, but they didn’t last long and waking up with Luke next to me, helped me to forget.
“I’m here, Dallas. Whenever you’re ready.” Luke slid the hair on my forehead back and planted a kiss there, then curled me back to him. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of him, letting it relax me completely.
“Luke?”
“Yeah, beautiful?”
“Thank you.” I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was smiling.
“My pleasure, darlin’.”
I woke the next morning to find Luke’s beautiful face right in front of me. His steady breath was warm on the tops of my breasts and I smiled at the thought of having him here. I had to be the luckiest girl on the planet to have this view every morning.
I slowly crawled out of the bed, not wanting to wake Luke and finding it a little difficult to move. The soreness was intense, but butterflies formed in my stomach, easing the pain when I remembered what caused it.
Luke had said we had a “lot of shit to do today,” so I figured a good breakfast was in order. I grabbed my robe, leaving the bathroom and started to the kitchen, pulling the bedroom door closed behind me. Opening my refrigerator door, I was reminded, once again, how good the club had been to me. It was fully stocked with grocerie
s. From orange juice to thick sliced bacon, just how I liked it. I had everything I needed to make a delicious southern breakfast.
My homemade biscuits were in the oven, bacon was frying on the stove and I was stirring grits, listening to Neal McCoy sing “No Doubt About It”, when strong, warm arms wrapped around me and the delicious scent of Luke filled my nostrils. He kissed me on the cheek and reached around to turn the grits off, then grabbed my hand and turned me to him.
“Like a hammer and a nail, socks and shoes-we go hand in hand like the rhythm blues. What good is a man who hasn’t got a dream? ‘Bout as good as a car with no gasoline you’re the one I’m dreaming of, got to have your love, can’t live without it. We were meant to be together, no doubt about it.”
I stood in Luke’s arms, allowing him to lead me around the kitchen, staring at him with my mouth hanging open as he sang to me. I had no idea Luke knew how to sing. Was there an ending to his perfectness?
“I didn’t know you could sing,” I managed to choke out while he continued to hum the song, looking at me with those big blue eyes that seemed to sparkle this morning.
