Petros (Royal Bastards MC)

by Esther E. Schmidt

It causes me to hold my breath as the cold leaves my ass only to return with a smack. A squeal rips from my throat, my hands are fisting the bedsheets and my mind is reeling with the realization Petros just spanked me with one of his knives.

  His hand is kneading the sting away and the gravel in his voice makes my nipples pebble into rock hard tips. “Fuck. Your skin sucks it up beautifully. Look at that.” A harsh breath stutters out.

  I’m shocked when I feel wetness trickling down between my legs. Pretty sure my pussy is soaked with all this special attention. I didn’t even realize this could be such a turn-on. There’s a strangled noise before I feel both his hands on my ass. I risk a glance over my shoulder to see he’s got the knife between his teeth while gazing down at me.

  His fingers slide through my wetness, clit to ass, and I suck in a breath when the tip of his finger circles my tight ring. He takes the knife from between his teeth and murmurs, “I can’t wait to breach this. First, I’ll heat up your body, like now how your pussy is dripping with excitement. Then I’ll start to pump my fingers in and out, stretching for what’s to come, so eventually I can slide my cock inside. I’ll play with your pussy, fingers deep while pumping your ass full with cum and you’re going to come so fucking hard.”

  My pussy clenches around his fingers and it’s insane, but only with his fingers pushing deep and the promise in his words I come all over his hand. It’s a struggle to draw air into my lungs and my throat feels raw from the scream that ripped out when I orgasmed.

  “Prez,” Helix’s voice sounds muffled coming through the door. “Coffee time.”

  “Hold on one fucking minute.” Petros releases a string of curses. “Turn around and put your ass on the bed. Cross your legs.” I do as he says and a grin slides over his face. “Good, that sweet pussy is all hidden away. Now, cup your breasts so your nipples are well hidden…perfect. Hold them slightly apart, gimme some space.” My breathing is choppy when I see the knife pointing up toward my chin as he connects the sharp steel against my sternum. “Squeeze em’ together, darlin’, yeah…like that. Stay,” he croaks.

  I swallow at the dryness in my throat. Highly turned on by the way he made me sit naked on the mattress, facing the door while my legs are crossed. I’ve got my breasts covered with my hands as I have them squished together to keep the knife in place.

  Petros’ eyes are flaming hot with the lust which openly scorches every inch of my skin as his gaze slides over me. He opens the door and lets Helix stroll right inside. He doesn’t notice me at first and places the coffee on the table before he turns. Eyes wide he starts to stutter and stumbles back, covering his eyes with his hand.

  “Dammit, Prez. Is this a fucking setup or something? I don’t need to see this shit. I don’t ever need to fucking see this. I respect that woman, asshole. She’s nice. I ain’t Hart. I won’t ever fucking touch, not even if I know how fucking stunning she is without fucking clothes, fuck.”

  I’m trying to concentrate on keeping my breathing even and my breasts steady to prevent the knife from sliding out from between them. Even if Petros is testing his VP, or me, or if he’s just an exhibitionist, or giving me a kinky angle…I don’t care. It freaking works because I’m more turned on than I was before he asked me to put my hands on the mattress.

  “She’s fucking hot and I’ll never share. Doesn’t mean I can’t show her off a little. Just fucking look, VP, I won’t show her pussy or damn fine tits, those are meant for my eyes only.” His voice is filled with pride and it makes my belly flutter.

  Helix sighs. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he grumbles and drops his hand. “Dude. I told you to keep your knives away from her. As in she’s fucking good with them. And, really? You discard my advice and turn it into…what? An added bonus for your sex adventures? What the hell? I don’t need this shit. I’ll be outside, drinking my coffee and trying to eliminate the last few second from my brain.” Helix shakes his head and heads for the door. When he passes me, he gives me a wink. “You’re right…you’re good with a knife.”

  Shit. Must not laugh, dammit. I bite my lip to prevent from doing so while Helix’s laughter follows him out of the room. Asshole, he knew it would make me laugh.

  Chapter Nine

  ***Petros***

  As soon as the door falls shut behind Helix, I slowly cross the room toward her. I am so fucking hard. I had to show her off to my VP. Fucked up, I damn well know, but it’s the whole situation that made it perfect. Him telling me to keep my knives away from her, showing exactly how I don’t listen to anyone. The whole visual told him she’s under my fucking control. Like I said…it’s an adrenaline high she evokes in me. I have never felt it before.

  My fingers grip the knife and I let her know, “Hands off your tits.”

  I take the knife away at the same time her breasts are freed from her grip. Trust. She gives it to me freely and expects me to keep her safe. Even if I agreed with the current situation, it’s a whole different level when it comes to sex and added knife play.

  I let the knife slowly trail a path around her nipple. Her fucking eyes close in surrender to the overwhelming feeling. “Wish we had more time, dammit. This will have to wait.”

  Her eyes flash open and I can clearly see the regret and need burning at the surface. I let the knife fall on the mattress with the others as I watch her lips part as if she wants to say something but is doubting if she should.

  “Always speak your mind. I told you before…you can ask questions, even if you don’t get the answers. I’m a firm believer one should never hold back.” I cup the side of her face and let my thumb trail over her bottom lip.

  “I know we don’t have time, but can I at least suck you off? I’m really, really horny…shit. Sorry.” Her eyes go down and her face flushes red as she adds on a whisper, “Jeez…awkward.”

  Both my hands are angling her head and slide into her hair, fisting it for good measure to spike her attention. “Never be sorry for something that’s my fault. Now take out my cock, like you said…we ain’t got the time, but it’s a good thing I’m the fucking Prez and you might be horny but I am close to losing my sanity if I can’t blow my load inside you. No more talking.”

  Her fingers work at lightning speed to free me and I swear she groans in ecstasy with her damn eyes closed as my cock slides into her mouth. I’m already close to coming. My sac is tight and heavy, and it’s a good thing her hands are on my thighs because if she would fondle them, I would explode.

  Instead, I hold back and fight an inner battle. I roughly guide her head with two hands up and down my cock while she sucks hard. She’s a killer when it comes to letting her little devil tongue play around.

  I pull her toward me, forcing my cock as deep as she can take me. I don’t even recognize my own voice as I growl, “Fucking swallow. Swallow when I hit the back of your damn throat…yeah. Fuck, yeah…I’m gonna…you’re gonna…swallow…here it comes, Kinsey…you…fuuuuuuck.”

  I erupt from the tip of my damn toes in full force flowing down her throat. She doesn’t have any other option but to swallow every damn drop that jets out of my cock, because I’ve still got bundles of her hair gripped tight so she can’t move a fucking inch.

  The sight before me, along with the soul scorching orgasm this woman ripped from me, makes me realize…I can’t let her go if I clear this shit with her father and Boone today. I won’t fucking allow her to leave. I’m in too deep when it comes to her.

  I step back and gently guide her up. She gasps in surprise when I crash my mouth over hers in a rough kiss. Her nails run up and down my back and I know if I keep kissing her my cock will be hard again and we don’t have the time to fuck.

  Pulling back, I let her know, “You and I ain’t finished when this shit is handled. Get me?”

  “Okay,” she shyly replies.

  “Okay,” I say with determination. “Get dressed and grab everything so we can leave.”

  She dashes up and heads naked for the table first. Taking a few sips of c
offee, she glances over her shoulder at me and shrugs. “I need some caffeine to get going in the morning.”

  “Woman, are you tellin’ me you sucked my cock half awake?” I shake my head. “Now I absolutely won’t let you go until I’ve had a blow job after you’ve had coffee.”

  Kinsey snickers as she multitasks between getting dressed and sipping coffee. I tuck my cock back in my pants and finish getting dressed myself, adding the knives on the sheaths strapped to my thighs. Within a few minutes we’re all set and heading toward the parking lot where my guys are already waiting.

  Helix opens the door for Kinsey and she slides in. Her gaze is locked on me through the window, and my gut is telling me this is wrong. I don’t know why, but her sitting in a cage reminds me of the way Boone was eying her. I signal to Helix and he follows me until we’re out of earshot from everyone.

  “I don’t want her in the cage with you. Don’t ask me why, it just doesn’t sit right,” I tell him. “Same goes for you.”

  His head nods slowly. “I could switch with Taz, have him in the cage instead. Where do you want her? We could rent a room, have a prospect with her and come back when...”

  I hold my hand up to cut him off. “No, she’s comin’ with. She’s too high-risk to leave behind with only a prospect watching her. I know how Boone thinks and that fucker was eying her as if she was a money cow.”

  “You know,” Helix hesitantly says as if he spoke without thinking it through. I can see the moment he thinks; fuck it, I’m going to say it anyway. “You could put her on the back of your bike, make a statement. You and I know exactly what it means; nothing, only a ride.”

  I rub the back of my neck. Dammit. I know he’s right, but I swore I wouldn’t put a c…shit. She’s not stray pussy to me and I know it. Hell, I even skipped from cunt to pussy when it comes to Kinsey. But I simply can’t have her on the back of my bike.

  “Maybe you should,” I start but a look of pure horror washes over his face.

  “No. Not just no, but hell to the fuck, freeze your cock off, never going to happen; no. Not ever. I’ve seen how you look at her. I walked into that fucking hotel room and saw your kinky shit and how she completely trusts you and fucking offers herself to you. You ain’t ever done shit you do with her. She’s either riding on the back of your bike, in the cage, or stayin’ here. Believe me, man. You don’t want to see this one on the back of another brother’s bike.”

  I step away and let out a string of curses. I know he’s right. Like how I told Kinsey we weren’t done when this shit is handled. I don’t know what it is between us but there’s something.

  “Fuck it, you’re right. But it means shit, okay?” I growl, needing this little detail set in stone.

  He gives me a chin lift in return. “Understood, Prez. You’re only putting her ass on your bike to keep our leverage intact.” As he stalks away the fucker mutters, “Keep selling yourself a pack of lies.”

  Both sneers hit hard. About lying to myself but the ‘to keep our leverage intact’ is the kick in the gut. She’s mine and only mine. Dammit. I rub my thumb and forefinger into my eyes and rub away the feel of an upcoming headache.

  When I stroll back to my guys, I notice Kinsey talking to Taz. He’s leaning against the SUV and laughing about something Kinsey said. She however isn’t laughing, she seems a bit pissed.

  Kinsey huffs, “Then you’ll never get a girl, Taz. The man nor the woman should keep their expectations and feelings under wraps. And seriously, you can’t go all alpha-asshole, grab her by the hair, put her on your bike, and drive off to la-la-land.”

  “Ride off, sugar.” Taz chuckles. “I don’t drive, I ride.”

  “Whatever,” Kinsey growls and rolls her eyes.

  Watching the whole scene play out in front of me along with the things Kinsey just stated makes me want to prove a point. I stalk right up to her, reach out to bury my fist in her hair, tip her head back to give her a stern look and say, “Get your ass on the back of my bike. Now. But rest assured, we’re not going to fucking la-la-land.”

  Her eyes are spitting fury and if she thinks she can…two hands are on my pecs and shove me away. I’m not expecting the move, so I stumble back a few inches while a grunt rips from my lips. Damn, the woman has some strength.

  Her fingers curl around my wrist and I let her drag my hand out of her hair. “You listen here, asshole. This ass isn’t going on the back of your bike. I know what the deal is and I’m not Old Lady material. Nor am I touching the whole free ride, ride cock, because I know the whole ride bitch thing has strings too. And you and I? We don’t have strings.”

  “My cock was shoved deep inside that feisty mouth a moment ago. Strings or no strings, I’m pretty damn sure if you clear your throat, you’ll still be able to taste my cum. So, don’t give me any back talk when I say your ass is going to be on the back of my bike. With the talk you just gave Taz, let me make this clear...I expect my cock going up your pussy, ass, and down your throat a whole lot more in the near future. In return, I’ll be sure to treat your tight pussy to all the orgasms you deserve. It’s going to feel damn fucking fine for the both of us. How’s that for expectations and throwing feelings out in the open?”

  I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my laughter inside. Taz doesn’t and almost chokes in snorts while the fucker doubles over. Kinsey however is fuming. Hands on her hips, head turning a nice shade of firemen red. Damn, she sure is something.

  “You’re unbelievable, infuriating. I can’t even begin to describe how freaking rude…” I swear her words turn into growls of frustrations while Taz keeps barking out his laughter.

  “Well, go on,” I encourage her. “Don’t hold back the whole expectations and feelings and shit.”

  Taz is howling by now, wiping tears away as others around us snicker and enjoy the standoff me and Kinsey are having. Her eyes go round and she too notices this little detail.

  She stands a little straighter, throws her shoulders back and takes a step toward me. “I expect your tongue, hands, cock, and knives on my body a whole lot more in the near future too. And the only feeling between us is to be the pleasure you’ll be giving me.”

  Somehow that last sentence doesn’t feel right but I’m also very aware it’s what I gave her in return. I’ve never wanted more than pleasure from a woman, though hearing her say it’s all she wants from me is unsatisfying to say the least.

  “Get on the fucking bike, Kinsey,” I growl.

  “Wait,” Taz suddenly says reaching for Kinsey. “What did you mean with the knives on your body…Prez?” His head swings my way. “You’re slicing near her pussy and using the blood as lube? Talk about using body fluid as lube, I gotta try that shit.”

  “I ain’t slicing her perfect skin, asshole. Mark it in other ways for fucking sure. But don’t mistake this Chapter with your old one, you’re with the Lincoln, Nebraska Chapter. Now get your ass in the cage ‘cause Helix is taking your bike.” I shake my head at the fucker.

  Taz transferred from Anchorage, Alaska a few months ago. The stories I heard coming from his mouth are some of the weirdest when it comes to fucking.

  “Don’t have to remind me this ain’t Anchorage, Alaska, Prez. Shit. I miss those fuckers. And why in the hell does Helix’s old ass have to be on my bike? Can’t he switch with someone else? Fuck, if he so much as puts a speck on it…”

  “Shut it, Taz. My decision. I need you up front to hide us from plain view if we’re tailing Alvin,” I snap, letting him know my decision is final.

  “Fine, but I’m telling you…one speck and he’s cleaning the whole bike with his damn toothbrush,” Taz sighs and gets in the SUV.

  This leaves me to deal with Kinsey. “Let’s go,” I tell her and nod my head in the direction of my bike.

  I wait for her to defy me or make a smart remark but instead a vulnerable look slides over her features. I keep her gaze locked with mine to challenge her to say what’s bugging her.

  She sighs and whispers, “
Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, we don’t know what’s going to happen, and I’ve never been on a motorcycle before. Not to mention my ass is big and can it even hold the two of us? If we need to go fast and stuff, you know…not just because my ass is big to make it tip over. Though it totally could, right? Tip over I mean?” She bites her bottom lip to stop her nonsense insecure ramblings, and it’s a good thing too since anger is yet again taking over.

  Fucking hell, she has a way to yank my fucking chain on every turn. “I thought I gave you the promise to keep you safe. Then give me the fucking courtesy to do so and trust me when I tell you how shit’s going to be.”

  Her bottom lip gets a few more gnawings before the word “Okay,” slips over it and she stalks past me to head for my bike.

  Helix strolls up and hands me the extra helmet. I take my time to put it on Kinsey’s head, relishing in the feel of her soft curls and the way her gaze slides over me. Every moment in this woman’s presence feels different.

  As if the women I’ve always run across before are like seeing them as a stroll through a fucking forest…a blur of green. But this woman? Kinsey? It’s stopping to gaze at its beauty of how one fucking seed has grown into full capacity. Leaf after leaf, the way it dances in the wind or when the sunlight hits and all the inner beauty shines even fiercer.

  I grab her helmet covered head and smash my lips against hers, needing one more taste before we’re heading for her father. I have no fucking clue how this day will go or how it will end but one thing I’m sure of; this woman will stay at my side the whole way.

  Chapter Ten

  ***Kinsey***

  Petros rattles off instructions about moving with him and such and I really try to pay attention to every word he says but my mind is distracted by his lips, the well-maintained beard with the whole silver bristled through and it’s the same with his hair. All styled, neat, and yet rough and manly.

  He’s wearing this white wife beater along with his black leather cut with the patches of Royal Bastards MC on there. Underneath I’ve seen him stash two guns but his thick, muscled, jeans covered thighs hold throwing knives. Yes. I am having serious issues with focusing when all I want to do is eat him up.