I try and make another sound.
He’s not finished. “When I saw you, saw my brothers sniffing around, I knew I wanted another chance. I swear, I wouldn’t have lied to you. I would have told you myself what I’d been doing. Would have tried to explain, but Jay took that chance out of my hands. I knew you wouldn’t listen, so that’s why…” He waves his hands to where I’m lying trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey.
I shake my head vigorously trying to dislodge the gag. I can’t.
“Fuck, how can I explain if I don’t understand it myself.” His head moves slowly side to side. “I’ve been here four years, babe. For three of them I’ve been fucking the whores. Even before then when I fucked civilians, it was only ever once then I moved on. A fuck was a fuck, nothing more nothing less, I didn’t get attached to them, and didn’t want anyone to latch onto me. But when I fucked you?” A look of disbelief covers his face. “Fuckin’ amazing. Never came like that before, not so many times nor so hard. Fluke? The wedding? I didn’t know what it was. So yeah, I fucked the whores. Trying to get back the satisfaction I’d always felt before. But it’s gone. Seems there’s only one woman my cock wants.” He touches his length in case I hadn’t understood. “Hell, woman, you’re angry and rightfully so. But seeing you like this? Tied up on my bed? Fuckin’ incredible. I’ve dreamed about this all week and thinking of you was the only way I was able to get off. I’m going to take the gag out now. You gonna scream?”
Scream for help? No. Rant and rage? Yes. He tried to fuck me out of his head? I suppose the only comfort I can take is that that strategy seems to have been a failure. Maybe in his twisted biker way his rationalisation makes sense.
He’s explained. Now it really is over. I’ll find my purse—where the hell did I leave it?—gather my dignity and go. I’m not staying in someone’s bed which should rightly have a turnstile on it.
Resignation must show on my face, as he reaches for the ball gag and unbuckles the strap. I have to swallow back the saliva that’s pooled around it. Gently, Ink takes a tissue and wipes off some that’s trickled out.
I wait for him to undo the restraints, but he makes no move to do so.
“Untie me, Ink.”
“Babe.”
“Ink, don’t babe me,” I try to snap, but there’s a catch in my voice.
Abruptly he stands, giving me his back. “I hurt you, Beth. That’s the last fuckin’ thing I wanted to do. That’s why I don’t do this.” Going to the door, he leans his head against it, knocking his forehead gently against the wood. “I have no fuckin’ idea what I’m doing. Censure me all you like, but this past week, I was doing what I always do. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I fucked hoping it would help. Didn’t know any better.”
I wouldn’t have known if Jay hadn’t opened her mouth, unless he’s being truthful when he says he would have told me. I close my eyes and think. He’d made me no promises; how can I criticise how he spent his time? Why should I worry about what coping mechanism he used? Though maybe it’s important he had to employ one.
“If I hadn’t come here today, would you have sought me out?”
He tenses at my question. After a moment, he shakes his head. “I can’t answer that, babe.” Then he spins and comes back over to me. “I can’t fuckin’ answer as I don’t know what the fuck I’d have done. All I know is you’re in here,” he taps his head, “and try as I might, I can’t get you out. So yeah, I might have come to find you.”
“Or your strategy might eventually have worked.”
He barks a loud laugh. “Well, it hasn’t as yet.”
I hate the thought of him going with the whores and doubt he’d ever be able to give up the free sex. I certainly wouldn’t want to share. “Untie me, Ink. I’d like to leave now.”
“What if I don’t want to?” His eyes darken. “Oh, hell, Beth. You ask me again, and I’ll free you faster than you can blink. Know this though, I don’t want you to go.”
“Why not?” I should give him the words, get up and leave. Go home and forget him. But there’s a part of me, a big part, that wants to grab any chance with both hands.
“I don’t fuckin’ know,” he complains, seeming frustrated. “All I know is I want you to stay. I’ll tell you this, you, cuffed to my bed? Best fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Let me fuck you, little girl. Let’s see whether last week can be repeated. Let’s see if there is something special between us.”
Little girl. His voice, deepening on the words, sets parts of me alight. The traitorous bits.
“What happens if there is something?” My voice sounds weak, almost a whisper. “What if it is special?”
His lips press together, then he replies probably as honestly as he can, “Fuck knows, babe. Uncharted territory for me. But if you’re up for it, and we want to fuck again, then we will. We’ll see where this leads us.”
He’s been honest with me, I have to be truthful back. “I thought I could do this. I thought I could accept your terms. One night and walk away. I tried Ink, I tried so hard to forget you. I tried to chalk it up to one of the best nights I’ve ever had and be content with that. If I stay now, I can’t promise I’ll walk away tomorrow and not look back. That’s not who I am.”
His lips press together. Then a fleeting grin crosses his face. “Knew I was right to avoid civilians.” When I start to bristle, his hand lightly covers my mouth. “What I didn’t know was the reason. Turns out I was protecting myself as well as them. I’ve spent a week holding back, not making contact, not coming after what I wanted. All I can suggest is we take this one step at a time, Beth. I can’t make you any promises, except to tell you the truth. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“I can’t fuck you, not when you’re fucking the whores.” I’m not certain I trust him.
“Don’t want the whores, babe. Not when it’s you that I’m fantasising about. I’ll make you that promise, and once my word’s given, I keep it.” He breaks off and chuckles. “And if I didn’t? Seems like your friends would tell on me.”
“You were angry at Jay.”
“Fuck yeah. Wouldn’t have kept that from you, babe, but I should have been the one to tell you, not her.”
“You’d never have admitted it,” I tell him, my eyes flashing scorn. “Men never do.”
He climbs onto the bed and grasps my chin. “Don’t make out that you know me, little girl. I’ve got nothing to apologise for. You and me? We didn’t make a commitment. We weren’t even supposed to see each other again. If you’d stepped out with another man? Fuck, wouldn’t like the idea, but wouldn’t blame you.”
Let me get this right. “You’re saying you’ll stay away from the whores?”
His look is earnest. “Hell yeah, while we’re fucking, I’ll be faithful, as no other cunt matches up.”
My lips curve at his phrasing. Bikers are definitely a different breed of men.
Can I forgive him for being unfaithful when we weren’t even together? When, as he said, we’d made no commitment? Would I think more of him if he’d said he’d been pining for me all week long? Probably, yes, but unrealistic given his lifestyle. The fact I should bank is that other women couldn’t satisfy him.
“Did you use condoms?” I suddenly blurt out.
“Fuck yes.” His eyes widen at just the suggestion he maybe hadn’t. “Girls are clean, Beth, as am I. We all get regularly tested.”
Do I trust him on that? I’ve no option but to take his word for it. Asking to see his results seems a bit much and would display a lack of trust. I decide to accept it.
But he sees the doubt in my eyes. Crossing to his desk, he opens the drawer, fusses around in it, then pulls out an envelope. Coming back to me, he slides a piece of paper out and shows it to me. It’s ten days old, but a clear result.
“I’ve not gone without a condom,” he stresses. “Wouldn’t put any woman at risk, and,” he chuckles, “not too keen on picking up something myself.”
Healthwise, I’m satisfie
d, or as much as I can be. I dither between insisting he untie me and walking out of his life, this time to stay away completely, or… I pull on the restraints once again, unable to deny being at this handsome man’s mercy is doing something to me. Heaven help me, but I want to give in. I want his hands on me.
But this time, I want more. Possibly more than he wants to give. “Kiss me,” I demand, pushing him, remembering he’d given his cock freely, but not his mouth.
“You issuing the orders now? Pretty damn brave, little girl, when I’ve got you tied to my bed.” But instead of backing away, he comes closer.
Damn, he’s lowering his face to mine as he mumbles, “Been so fuckin’ long, don’t know if I remember how to do this.”
Then, our lips meet. Soon, his tongue is demanding entry into my mouth. I reciprocate as best I’m able without the ability to hold him tight.
Jeez, he might have thought he’s forgotten the mechanics, but he’s perfect. I moan, the meeting of tongues not satisfying the urges rising within me. He murmurs against my lips, “You, too, huh, babe?”
As much as I can with our mouths once again fused like limpets, I try to nod.
Gradually he retreats, placing a gentle kiss to each corner of my lips. His eyes have darkened, and his pupils are dilated.
Then, with his gaze fixed firmly on mine, he moves down the bed and undoes the button, then the zipper of my jeans. A puzzle to be solved, but he undoes my leg restraints, then slides my shoes, then my jeans and panties off. My legs are free, I have no impulsion to hurt him, not like I would have done only moments before.
He eyes my long-sleeved tee. “Is this a favourite?”
I make a negative gesture. It’s fairly plain. I hadn’t known what I was coming into and was slightly nervous of wearing anything with a decal on it in case it offended someone. There’s only one problem. “It’s all I’ve got with me.”
Before the last word is out of my mouth, he’s taken a wicked-looking knife out of his belt and is slicing my tee up the middle. As I gasp, he offers, “I’ll give you one of mine to wear home.”
I’m a grown woman, I’m sure my mom will understand.
As the cold steel of his blade whispers against my skin and the material parts baring me, I feel the rush of wetness that unexpectedly accompanies his action. My cheeks redden, and his eyes flare.
Chapter Nine
Ink
The outing to Tits Up had been a bust. Whether Cad had seen something on the cameras or not, when we’d arrived, there’d been no one there and no point hanging around. So, having checked it all out we came back to the party, me already in a bad mood thinking Beth would have left while I’d been out wasting my time.
I had no idea what this woman was doing to me. I’d actually enjoyed sitting and just getting to know her, whereas normally, I’d think talking with a bitch was a waste of good time. I’d been semi-hard since seeing her in the clubhouse but had managed to put my needs to the back of my mind, waiting until we’d got to the point where we were on the same wavelength. Then, I’d been called away.
If she’s gone, I’ll get her address from Mel and track her down. Fuck knows why, but something tells me she’s worth running after.
My mood started to improve as I realised our next encounter is only delayed and not abandoned. I started to plan how to get her into my bed once again, knowing I’d need to try to explain why it’s her I’m making an exception for, breaking my own rules of never returning for more.
I’d been pleased to walk in the door and see the group of women, something lightened inside as I realised, she’d stayed after all.
I can move quietly, I was in the Marines after all. I crept up to surprise her…
I’d been beyond angry to hear Jay telling her what I’d been up to over the past seven days. It hadn’t been her place to tell Beth.
Now I had to think fast as she abruptly stood, picked up her purse and was going to walk out.
No, little girl, you’re not escaping me so fast. I’d done nothing wrong, we’d made no promises, nor even planned to see each other again. But I don’t hide shit like that, I’d have told her, but gently. Probably during an orgasmic haze when she’d forgive me anything.
But Jay had to blurt it out, and fuck, I might be an unfeeling asshole myself, but I knew that would have hurt. If I wasn’t going to lose her, I had to think fast. Had to take her somewhere and make her listen to me. Words weren’t going to do it, actions might.
I don’t talk to bitches, well, I usually leave that up to my cock, but Beth had deserved words. More by accident than desire, I’d found ones which worked. I’d resorted to the truth as I didn’t have anything to hide.
I’d calmed her down, with the result she’s now lying handcuffed to my headboard. She’d be lying if she tried to tell me my dominance wasn’t turning her on. Each time I inhale, I smell the delicious perfume of her arousal, there’s something different about hers, it’s a scent that goes straight to my already throbbing dick.
There’s expectation in her eyes, intrigue as to what I’m going to do next. She’s fully into this and not simply going through the motions that I’ve become used to with the whores. My actions are new and exciting to her, and while I may have tied up a woman more than a time or two before, her reactions are making it fresh for me too.
Gazing down at her ruined shirt, I allow myself a moment to caress her with just my eyes. Her skin reddens as though I was touching her. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I may have had to fight to hold myself back, and not give in too fast, but as soon as I’d seen her across the room earlier, I’d thanked fuck I’d been given an opportunity to rectify the mistake I’d made in thinking I could let her go. I’ll be honest with myself and with her. I have no idea what I’m doing here, don’t even know if I can make it work. But if anyone’s worth giving this relationship shit a try, it’s going to be her.
She moans and squirms under my examination.
“Need something, little girl?”
“Need your hands on me.”
And I need to touch her. Pushing the remnants of her tee to either side of her body, I’m tempted to slice up the sleeves and remove it entirely, but the material hugs her biceps tightly, and I don’t want to risk nicking her perfect skin, I can make this work. Thank fuck, her bra is front fastening. With just a flick of my wrist I have that undone, leaving her breasts naked to my eyes. My memory hasn’t failed me, they’re not much more than a handful but provide greater temptation to my cock than the fake or even the naturally more voluptuous ones I’ve sampled over the past few days.
I grin evilly.
Her breath hitches. “What?”
Leaning across her, I open the drawer where I keep my shit, and take out a packet. Fuck knows what made me make this purchase. I tell myself it was an impulse buy and nothing to do with the woman I was with last weekend, but the colour blue of the jewels perfectly matches her hair even though the brilliance of it has dulled some since the wedding.
The thought of seeing her wearing nipple clamps, her whole body flushing, a wave of red moving down her skin as though illuminating the path to the heaven that’s hidden between her legs, is something that has my cock once again painfully pressing against the material of my jeans. So much so, I leap away from her, shrugging out of my clothes as if I was ridding myself of acid instead of denim.
Then I get down to business. Fastening my lips over one nipple then the other, working both into hard nubs, I then attach those clamps, watching her gasp as she becomes accustomed to the sensation, seeing her squirm as the pinch arouses her even more.
“Ink!”
I draw back a little, studying her face. “You doing okay?”
“Fuck yeah,” she breathes out, her body writhing making those clamps bounce.
“I think my little girl likes having her nipples pinched, doesn’t she?” I breathe against her skin, noticing how smooth it is. I’ve never taken my time to think much about the whores, they were there for one
thing, mutual satisfaction which involved a cock in a cunt or other available receptacle. Beth’s more than that, much more. I twirl a strand of her blue hair around my fingers, it’s silky and fine.
“I do,” she replies to my question. “Ink, I feel so good.”
“Gonna make you feel better.”
I get to work immediately. Staring into her face, cataloguing every expression, I bring her to her peak on my fingers, then slide down her body, and hear her come again, this time on my tongue. Then, after clothing myself with the promised condom, I slide my cock home, pausing for just one moment to enjoy the sensation, just as good as I remembered.
“Legs, wrap them around me,” I order, hissing when she obeys, the movement allowing me in deeper.
She’s a runner, I remember as her limbs grip me tightly. She moves with me as I start hammering in, pushing back against me, taking all of me.
“You good?” I rasp out.
“So good,” she responds, her hands curling around the chains as if bracing herself. “So fucking good Ink, I’m coming.”
“That’s right, babe. Squeeze my…” I lose all thought as her muscles grip me. This isn’t the frantic coupling of last week when we both seemed to want to prove something. This is sweeter, more than just fucking, though I’d hesitate to put a name to it.
When we’re both spent, I kiss her deeply. I fucking love how responsive she is under my tongue, against my fingers, and on my cock. The feeling of her long legs wrapped around my waist had taken me to heights I never knew existed.
Then I untie her hands, and we do it again. And again.
Several hours later, I let her sleep, exhausted in my arms.
It never crosses my mind to do different. When morning comes, she’s still there—as if she belongs.
What do you say to a bitch who’s spent the night in your bed?
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