by Lexie Davis
“Ah, hell.” He rubbed a hand over his face as she slipped her shorts from her hips. The tiny garment fell down her legs to the floor and she kicked them to the side. She didn’t have the sexy heels or the gobs of makeup that the other woman had, but she bent over the bench in the same fashion.
It was an uncomfortable position, but not unbearable. She kept her face down and waited for him to restrain her. It took him a while, but he finally moved forward to fix the buckles in place around her wrists, arms, thighs, and ankles. When he went to the wall, he took a wicked-looking paddle from it.
Just thinking about him spanking her had her wet. He moved in behind her and squeezed her cheeks. Even with all the frustration, she wanted this more than she had realized. She wanted him more than she cared to admit.
The first slap of the paddle had her ass cheeks burning. She closed her eyes to really feel what he did to her. The pain was hot and vibrant with her sensitive cheeks flaming from the one slap. He did it again to the other check, alternating. Each slap had a live wire connected to her clit. He knew exactly how to strike her, exactly the amount of force to have her pussy weeping with need.
“I thought I told you that you wouldn’t tell me how to fuck you.” He smacked her ass. “For that alone I should deprive you of any orgasm.”
Layla dropped her head down. “You’re not that cruel.”
He laughed. “You don’t fucking know me then.”
He stopped and switched the paddle for the leather slapper. Layla’s ass felt on fire. Sweat dotted her upper lip as she lifted her head to see where he’d gone. He came back to her, using the slapper to strike the back of her thigh. She hissed at the contact and he did it again to the other side. It burned, but nothing like what she’d done to herself.
“Maybe I’ll get Ashley to come in here and suck me off. Your punishment for being bossy.” He slapped her upper thigh, nearly smacking her pussy. “Or I could fuck her and let you watch. What about that?”
“Why would you fuck her when you have me?” She clutched the bench as he delivered a slapping sting that made her jump with the contact.
“Greedy little whore.” He rubbed her flaming ass. “Very confident about my needs. I could ask one of the guys in here. They could fuck you while I watch.”
She didn’t say anything. The last thing she wanted was some guy she barely knew sticking his dick in her. She’d definitely landed in the most defenseless situation with the cocky arrogance that she could actually convince him to give in and fuck her.
“You really want me to fuck you?” He whispered the question as he slipped his finger between her legs. He pressed his lips against her ass, his beard scratching the sensitive skin. God, she did. Her jaw dropped as he inserted two fingers inside her, while kissing her hot ass.
“Yes,” she mumbled. “Do it. Fuck me hard.”
Touching her, he skimmed his fingers across the wet lips of her pussy. He held her open and she didn’t miss the soft groan he’d made. Moving in behind her, he brushed the tip of his fat cock the length of her slit. She’d never been so damn desperate for anything in her life. He stopped teasing her and smacked her ass again with the leather slapper. She jumped, her pussy clenching as her ass felt the burn. He did it again. And again. Rubbing his cock along her slit before slapping her ass.
“Fuck me.,” Layla panted. “Please fuck me.”
He slid his cock up her crack and pressed lightly against her asshole. He could take her there and she’d be helpless to stop him. Holding her breath, she waited. He smacked her ass again, getting back into his rhythm.
Her entire body felt like she’d been jolted with electricity. She needed to be fucked and begging him would get her nowhere. Her neck ached from trying to hold her head up in the awkward position. When he rubbed his cock against her, he finally pushed the tip inside. She moaned at the stretching, desperate for more.
“Ah fuck.” He pushed more of his dick inside her. “I’m never going to get enough, am I? You know it and I know it. I could fuck you for days and never get my fill.”
He gripped her hips, and in one harsh thrust, he filled her. Layla cried out, her pussy stretching around him, taking every single inch as he fucked her like a wild man. Hard sharp strokes had his cock touching every nerve ending inside her. He bumped the sensitive spot deep inside that had her drowning in ecstasy. She clutched her hands into fists as he took her, claimed her. Made her his. Lifting her head, she caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirrored walls. She looked wanton. The sight of him fucking her from behind was erotic. Hot. His bare chest gleamed with sweat as he plowed into her. She took in the hard grip on her hips. When she finally allowed her gaze to land on his face, he stared back at her in the mirror. She always thought the expression on a man’s face while he fucked was something entertaining, but Silver held nothing but pure, raw need. The intensity of his expression did her in. Layla cried out as her pussy spasmed around him, her entire body going tense as pleasure filled her. She dropped her head, unable to catch her breath.
He cursed and squeezed her ass, filling her. Layla opened her eyes to watch him, to see his grim expression turn into that of pleasure. When he was through, he withdrew and pulled his loose shorts up. She didn’t realize he hadn’t taken them off. He bent to undo her ankles first then moved to undo her wrists. Before she could push up from the bench, he lifted her into his arms.
Silver most definitely was good in bed. A small smile escaped as he carried her back to his room. Once inside, he laid her on the bed and closed the door, locking it behind them. She didn’t bother moving. Every part of her was content.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked.
She rolled onto her stomach and cuddled up to the pillow. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”
He snorted and glanced away. She watched as he clutched the dresser in thought. Did he have regrets? He finally reached for the packet of cigarettes and lit one up. He kept a distance from her. She never pinned him for the cuddling type, but she didn’t expect him to completely ignore her afterward either.
“Come to bed.” She patted the space next to her.
He turned and stared at the spot where her hand was. He didn’t like her telling him what to do. Layla pulled the blanket over her. It bugged her that in one single fucking session that she wanted to curl up next to him like he was her boyfriend or something. He wasn’t. Far from it.
He dabbed the cigarette out and walked the short distance to the bed. He pulled his shorts off and climbed into the bed beside her. She turned away from him and he scooted in behind her, lifting her leg over his.
His cock pressed against her and she stiffened. “You’re about as cuddly as a porcupine.”
“It’s difficult to relax when your dick is pushing against me.”
He chuckled. “Baby, you might as well get used to that. I stay hard around you. Sometimes painfully so.”
She relaxed some and let him wrap his body around her. He pressed hot kisses to her shoulder and then her neck. She needed to stop thinking about their arrangement being a short-term thing. He didn’t look like he wanted to get rid of her anytime soon and with the amount of money he gave her and planned to give her, he’d probably want her around for longer than one fuck. But still, the guards were up and she had a very difficult time lowering them, even temporarily.
She shifted and met his gaze. Layla turned, wrapping her arms around his warm body, cuddling up against him. He smiled and pulled her to him, kissing the top of her head before he stroked his fingers along her back. It may not be an ideal situation, but she needed some intimacy. She needed some human contact. It had been so long since someone hugged her. Since someone gave her any type of affection.
He smoothed his hand over her ass. “Are you sore?”
“No.” She closed her eyes.
“Good.” He leaned down and pressed his face against her hair, breathing her scent in. He cupped her cheek. “Get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”
She smiled at
him and laid her cheek against his chest. For the moment, everything felt right and that was okay with her.
Chapter Seven
Silver stared at himself in the mirror on the bathroom wall. The shaggy hair and the growing beard needed to go. He’d only let it get that bad because he didn’t want to take the time to mess with it. Most of the girls around the club didn’t give a fuck what he looked like and that was fine with him. He trimmed the beard first then took the razor to his face. Afterward, he decided to trim his hair. When he was through, he looked like an older version of that punk-assed kid that had the hots for Layla so many years ago. He chuckled at the irony of that.
“You shaved.”
He stared at her in the mirror.
“And cut your hair.” She walked into the bathroom with him and surveyed what he’d done.
“Yeah, well, it was starting to get on my nerves.” He rinsed out the sink and sat his shaving kit aside.
“Doesn’t matter to me. I like you both clean shaven and with a beard.” She went to the shower and turned on the water.
His heart warmed at her comment. Layla stepped into the stall and he turned to watch her. His dick took notice to the water dripping down her naked body and he sighed knowing he was in real trouble with her. He was a junkie and she was his heroin. He needed a smoke. Maybe a beer. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers and watched as she lathered her body.
“Silver?”
“Hmm?”
“I think you should join me.” She opened the door and peeked her head out. “There’s some hard to reach places I need help with.”
He chuckled. When he stepped into the shower stall, the steam hit him. Layla wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. He squeezed her ass, dragging her up against him.
“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” Layla pressed her chin against his chest as she stared up at him. “I’ve sucked your cock. You’ve eaten my pussy. We’ve fucked. But you still haven’t kissed me yet.”
As a general rule, he didn’t kiss women. Kissing was intimate. It left them wanting more. It was easier to push easy pussy away when he didn’t know what their mouth tasted like. Plus, he didn’t like the idea of where some of their mouths had been.
“You want me to kiss you?”
She smiled and look too fucking beautiful. “Yes. Kiss me.”
He smoothed his hands up her back before cupping her face. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. Everything about her was soft. Silver opened his mouth to taste more of her and she complied, dropping her head back as his tongue slipped between her lips. A soft little moan vibrated from her as she clutched him, sucking lightly on his tongue as he explored the depths of her mouth.
This was Layla. His Layla. He wanted to keep her this way. To keep her as his and never let her go. He backed her up against the stall wall and lifted her so that her legs could wrap around his hips. In one smooth thrust, he filled her. He needed her unlike anything else in his life. Her pussy gripped him, squeezing him tight as he thrust inside her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her fingers through his short hair as she kissed him as hard as he fucked her. Life had become easy with her. He liked having her in his bed. He liked having her open to him, willing to fuck him when he wanted and the way he wanted. He kissed her as he thrust and withdrew into her welcoming body. He thought she was just his sick obsession. He never realized how intense being with her would actually be.
He came hard, grunting as his release filled her. Reaching between them, he rubbed her clit, giving her the extra push she needed to join him. She finally pulled her mouth from his and dropped her head to his shoulder. Neither one of them had any desire to move away from one another.
“If it’s kissing that turns you on, then I should have led with that last night.” Silver pressed his lips to her neck.
“I don’t think it’s kissing that turns me on.”
He lifted his head. “Yeah. You’re becoming an addiction. Tight, wet pussy is too damn good to pass up. I want it all the time.”
She smiled and dropped her legs from his hips, sliding down his body. “I’ll see you in the playroom tonight. I’ve got to get ready for work.”
She turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a clean towel from the rack. He smoothed his wet hair back and stared at her. How he’d survive until then, he didn’t know.
After he had taken Layla to work, Silver found himself at the head of the table during chapel. They had a shitload of money coming in from their side businesses and the club treasurer, Alan “Dooby” Walker, divided up the profits. Not only would he be able to afford a new place to live, but he had plenty of money left to help Layla with her sister’s medical bills. For the most part, the club income was legit. They dabbled in gambling and porn which made a large chunk of their cash. The club also participated in deliveries of other club’s product. It kept alliances they needed and added a little more cash to their wallet.
“So the deal with the Grim Devils is a go. No troubles I don’t know about?”
Ryland “Tank” Monsen shook his head. “None. They kept their end of the bargain and didn’t screw us over.”
His sergeant at arms looked like a scary bastard. Most clubs didn’t want to mess with them for the mixture of Tank and Torque alone. Silver leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. The only new club business was getting paid for their association with the Grim Devils. Torque had a parole hearing coming up and their lawyer said his chances were good for getting out. Of course, getting out of jail on parole was only a slight step up from being in prison. Torque didn’t follow rules well and Silver couldn’t help wondering if their leader would actually behave long enough to meet with the parole board.
“I guess that makes this meeting over.” Silver scooped up his portion of the cash and Joker reached out.
“Not so fast. We need to talk about Layla. I know she’s mostly your business, but she’s staying at the club and she’s Torque’s daughter.”
Silver sighed. “What is there to talk about?”
“I’m assuming Torque knows.”
Silver licked his lips. He hadn’t gotten around to finding time to tell Torque about Layla moving in. Joker shook his head. The men were loyal brothers to him. They wouldn’t rat him out, but he did know that when it came down to it, they’d side with Torque over him every time.
“Layla is off-limits, man. I know you were helping her, but that’s her father’s place. Not yours.” Joker spoke some semblance of truth. Layla had always been off-limits to him and every other club member. A prospect made an off color comment about her one time and Torque threw a punch in retaliation. They knew their place and it was not with his daughter.
Silver took a deep breath. “I’m going to talk to him today. He needs to hear it from me.”
“He’s going to be pissed.” Tank shook his head. “You’ve got some balls, Silver. I’ll give you that.”
He grabbed his money and stood. The entire situation looked bad from the outside. He was VP of the Charming Bastards MC and their president went to prison for nearly a year and a half. It was his job to step up as the leader and with the way fate would have it, he ended up claiming Torque’s daughter as well.
Major disrespect.
He felt bad about it too. While things simply happened without much planning or control, he should have discussed Layla’s situation with him before he agreed to help her. He fucked up that part royally. He knew the consequences of it too.
“Hey, Silver?” Dooby called out to him.
Silver stopped and turned to face him.
“I don’t blame you. If she’d come to me for help, I’d probably done the same fucking thing.” He closed his notebook and met Silver’s stare. “Torque’s going to be pissed, but it’s better for her to be here than on the streets. Remind him of that.”
Silver nodded and left the room. After storing his cash away in the safe in his room, he grabbed the keys to his bike from his pocket and headed out the do
or. He didn’t want to think about what Torque had to say about the situation, but he’d gotten himself into this mess and he had to get himself out.
The ride to the penitentiary was nice enough. He checked in the visitor’s section and it didn’t take too long before he got to see Torque in the family room. His president and leader didn’t look too thrilled that he’d come to see him, but Silver overlooked that aspect.
“Do I want to know why you’re here?” Torque asked, taking a seat in the ugly brown plastic chair.
“It’s about Layla.” Silver leaned back in his chair not quite sure how Torque would react.
“Why are you visiting me about my daughter?”
Silver took a deep breath. “A few days ago she came to me asking the club for money.”
“You told her no, right?”
“Yes.” He licked his lips. “I gave her the money, though. From me.”
Torque folded his arms over his chest. “Are you telling me that you’ve been fucking my daughter even though I specifically told you to stay the fuck away from her?”
Silver blew out a breath. “She was going to be thrown out on the streets. What the fuck was I supposed to do?”
“You come to me. That’s what the fuck you were supposed to do.” Torque’s hard jaw set as he shook his head, staring down at the floor. “Fuck, Silver. She’s my daughter. Not some fucking toy for you to use. I don’t want her involved in this life. She doesn’t belong.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through.”
Torque looked at him. “So what are you going to do about it now?”
“I don’t know.” He contemplated it on the ride to the prison. “I like her. You’ve known that for years. She’s different. She’s…”
Silver stopped when Torque’s expression went from sour to worse. He couldn’t sum up anything about Layla that Torque didn’t already know. She was his pride and joy. Silver rubbed a hand over his face.
