Lost in the Dark

by Ann Jensen

  The bruising on her face was barely noticeable anymore, giving her hope that physically she would eventually heal. With the memories of the attack restored, she knew she had been lucky to survive. The thought that those two men were still out there and wanted her dead was terrifying. Although it went against her usual philosophy, she secretly hoped Dragon and his Brothers would make them feel as helpless as she had felt.

  Tari heard voices outside the bathroom, making her realize she was in a building full of strange men, and she had wandered out in nothing but Dragon’s shirt. From the loud music and hum of voices she was pretty sure there was a party going on downstairs. She hoped she could make it back to the bedroom without anyone seeing her, but was determined to brazen it out if she was caught.

  She opened the door, taking a glance down the hallway. No one was visible so she tried to move quickly back towards her room. A few doors down, Tari heard a woman’s moan and froze. A red door, three down from the room she was staying in, was wide open.

  Her mind flashed back to Dragon’s earlier explanations. Red doors were party rooms. The door being open meant the occupants wanted company. How many people were already in there? She shouldn’t look in, shouldn’t stop and watch. She should walk by quickly and get back into bed before anyone saw her in the short shirt that barely covered her ass.

  Her breath sped up as she heard a masculine growl filled with lust. Just a peek as she walked by wouldn’t hurt anyone. If they had wanted privacy they would have closed the door. She would look, then hurry back to bed. No one would ever know she had been there.

  Tari crept forward, fully intent on catching only a glimpse, but the scene inside the room had her steps faltering and her pussy tightening. A brunette woman had her wrists bound above her head to some sort of chain that hung from the ceiling. Head thrown back in obvious pleasure, she was naked except for a ball gag and a harness that crisscrossed her body but covered nothing. Two gorgeous, shirtless men bracketed her like a vision of dark and light.

  She had met Hannibal and Ink during her time in the hospital. The vision of the Hot Texas charmer and sultry Louisiana seducer focused on the bound woman had Tari wet in an instant. Ink was lightly but expertly whipping the girl’s pussy with a flogger that looked like it was well and often used. Hannibal was clamping her nipples with a silver chain attached that glittered in the low light of the room and shook with every blow.

  The woman’s moans of pleasure, along with the soft thudding of the flogger had Tari’s knees weakening and she stumbled a little forward. She caught herself on the door jamb and her cheeks flushed when Ink caught her eye. His wink had her breath catching. Never before had someone known she was watching them in such an intimate moment. The idea aroused her and she wished Dragon was here. Hannibal turned his head and the small, sexy smile he gave her had probably melted hundreds of women’s panties and, if she had been wearing any, her’s would have probably combusted.

  Tari knew she should walk away, but when both men stripped off their pants in motions that appeared almost choreographed her body just wouldn’t comply. They rolled on condoms while the woman’s muffled begging filled the room. Though neither man now looked at her, the knowledge they both knew she was watching had her nipples painfully hard.

  Hannibal stepped forward, sliding his cock between the woman’s thighs, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his hips. Her moan of pleasure was beautiful, as the big man slipped inside her. Ink stepped up behind the woman, her scream primal as he thrust forward, telling Tari exactly what he had done. The two men were like machines and the woman was obviously loving having them stuffed deep inside her.

  Tari stepped back intending to finally flee, but found herself bumping against a wall of solid muscle. She would have screamed but a hand wrapped around her mouth muffling any sound. Strong arms closed around her, dragging her down the hall and into a room so quickly she didn’t even struggle.

  “What the fuck, Mami? I’m gone for a few hours and you go looking for some other man?” The sound of Dragon’s voice settled her a bit as he put her down on the bed of the room she had been sleeping in. He forced her legs apart, and she felt her sex dripping in the open air. Whatever response she was going to make was cut off by a yelp as he slapped the skin right over her clit.

  Pleasure chased the pain in a confusing rush and her body heated. A second wet slap had her groaning and tossing her head back. After she arched up into the fifth strike, his powerful hands flipped her over onto her stomach. The fabric of the sheet caressed up her body as he jerked her down to the end of the mattress. Her legs touched the floor, and she tried to stand and explain herself.

  “Papi, I wasn’t–”

  The sharp spank cut off her words. He pushed her back over the mattress. Embarrassment and excitement heated her cheeks. His growls as he slapped the back of her thighs, sent chills up her spine. She didn’t want Dragon to think she had been cheating on him, but he wasn’t letting her explain.

  “Were you standing in the hallway with your pussy barely covered?”

  His sharp blows against her ass were having a confusing effect on her body and mind. With every new streak of pain her mind cleared, but between each blow her excitement grew and muddled her thoughts with nothing but desire. Coming up with a quick, coherent answer was almost impossible.

  “Yes, but–”

  “Were you standing in the doorway of a red room? A room, I specifically told you, is for my Brothers who like to share and invite others in.”

  His next blow was sharp against her sit spot and she tried to wiggle away but he held her still. She squirmed under the next few blows before huffing out her required answer.

  “Yes.”

  Rough hands kneaded her ass. The mixture of warmth and pain tightening her nipples and sending her excitement dripping down her thighs. “Ten more, Mami. That is your punishment. Then I’m going to show you you don’t need to go anywhere but to me to satisfy any needs you may have. Can you take ten more for me?”

  Her body ached almost as much from desire as it did from pain. Tari knew she shouldn’t have paused at that door. She knew she shouldn’t have watched the erotic activities inside. If her actions made Dragon doubt her commitment to them, she deserved any punishment that came her way. She gripped the bedspread and nodded.

  “No, mi reina.” His hand brushed over her reddened flesh in teasing strokes. “I want to hear you say it. Say, You can punish me, Papi.”

  Why did his words turn her on so much? She shivered under his touch, needing him in a way she had never thought possible. “You can punish me, Papi.”

  Time blurred as each stoke lit up her ass with a heat and intensity that was overwhelming. After the last stroke, Dragon flipped her back onto her back and he spread her legs wide. The sheet was rough against her sensitized skin. She moaned as he ran his fingers through her excitement, barely brushing her clit.

  “I don’t think that was a punishment for my dirty girl.”

  He thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy in an almost brutal stroke. His frustration radiated from him as he thrust deep and fast, working her clit with his thumb until she thrashed, screaming. She wanted to protest, but her mind shattered as she orgasmed. It was painfully quick, and he didn’t let up on his thrusts. He continued circling her clit, speeding up his rhythm and forced a second wave of painful pleasure, then a third, from her writhing body.

  Tari caught her breath. Never had she had orgasms ripped out of her body with no recovery time. He ripped open his jeans, not bothering to get undressed. His rigid cock was a thing of beauty and even though she was wrung out, she couldn’t wait to feel it insider her. Dragon savagely pulled her almost off the edge of the bed and slammed himself deep in one quick stroke.

  Like a man possessed, he slammed back in with what had to be all of his strength bottoming out and building another impossible orgasm deep within her.

  “Who does this pussy belong to, Mami?” He continued pounding, forcing her to open around
him even as she trembled into another orgasm.

  “You, Papi! I’m all yours, Dragon.” She screamed out another orgasm and felt Dragon follow her over the edge with a shout of his own as his cum spilled out. His body seemed to deflate losing the hot edge of rage that had driven him.

  He rested his forehead against hers as if trying to get his breathing under control.

  Tari reached up and ran her hand down Dragon’s cheek. Her body was limp and sore from the mind-blowing orgasms she had just experienced. She had heard women brag about the intensity of angry sex but, until now, had never experienced it firsthand. She felt guilty for being the cause of such anger but fully understood why some women might taunt their men if it led to sex like that.

  She almost giggled when she realized he was still fully dressed and yet still deep inside her. One look at his face killed that urge. The anger was melting away to be replaced by hurt that tore at her heart.

  “I wasn’t looking for another man. I wouldn’t have cheated on you.”

  He pulled out of her and she missed the intimacy immediately. Pulling her up he sat next to her on the bed, his eyes searching her face.

  “Explain it to me, Mami, because finding you dressed like that in that doorway.” Dragon sighed “It pissed me off.”

  The truth was embarrassing but Tari knew she would have to share it all. “I got up to use the restroom and didn’t think to put on pants. On my way back that door was open.”

  “And you just had to stop in?” Dragon’s voice verged on mocking, but Tari chose to ignore it understanding how ridiculous it sounded.

  Now she could embarrass herself completely and hope he would understand, or keep quiet, and he would always think she might have cheated if he hadn’t come by in time. She fought with the urge to cover up and not be as vulnerable as she shared this secret part of herself. “Do you have a kink?” The words were the only way she could think of easing into the conversation but the surprised look on his face was adorable.

  “Two men is your kink?”

  Tari quickly shook her head. “No. But do you have a kink? Something outside the normal that gets you hard if you even think about it.”

  “Not like whips, or chains, or anything.”

  “Fine. Something that you fantasize about then?”

  Dragon gave her a dirty grin. “I have many fantasies, but I love your long legs.” He ran a hand up her thigh. “That first night when you bent yourself in half and those gorgeous legs and ass were on display. I jacked off many nights to that image when I was overseas.”

  Now they were getting somewhere. She remembered that night vividly. “What else do you want to do to me?”

  “I want to fuck you standing up from behind. I’m too tall usually to do that but you, mi reina are the perfect height for me to slide right in and fuck you hard.” The image had her shivering and arousal spooling back up even though they had just finished. Sharp gave her thigh a sharp smack dragging her back from the daydream. “What does this have to do with why you were at that door?”

  “I like to watch.” She held her breath not sure how much he wanted to hear.

  “People fucking?” His tone was interested without the judgement she feared.

  “Everything. The sight, the sounds, all of it. I don’t need it to get off, but I can admit not being able to resist if it is right there in front of me. When I walked by and saw Hannibal and Ink with that woman…”

  The memory of what she had seen filled her mind’s eye and she took a deep breath. Pain clutched her head and the memory started blurring into another one.

  Tari pulled back the curtain, terror and excitement causing her hand to shake. She couldn’t believe she would be seeing Dragon after all this time. Would he even remember her? The night they had together changed her life in so many ways but at best he would think she had ghosted him.

  She had stepped halfway past the divider when a deep voice tinged with a Louisiana bayou accent spoke. “Now that is a lovely sight.”

  Tari had to stop moving or step into a gorgeous blonde woman who was in the process of dropping her dress to the floor. Her hands running over her body that was obviously sculpted by exercise and a plastic surgeon’s knife.

  “I can’t help myself.” The woman’s voice was deep and airy like a phone sex operator. “The thought of you two touching me, filling me, always makes me impatient.”

  “My hands are busy right now but feel free to get yourself ready.” Hannibal groaned and Tari couldn’t blame him, the sight of the woman working her body while they watched was breathtaking.

  Walking in on this scene was the last thing she expected but she couldn’t seem to back away, the sight and sounds the woman was making were hypnotic.

  “Cristo.” A voice she hadn’t heard in years came from the chair in front of the woman. “How much longer?”

  Her ears rang and she couldn’t make out the words that followed. Laying down flat on the chair was Dragon, her Dragon, and he was getting ready to fuck this bimbo with the man currently giving him a tattoo. Shame and humiliation flooded her system erasing her arousal and she turned and fled.

  “Tari, what’s wrong?” Dragon was shaking her shoulders lightly, but she felt like the whole world was upside down.

  Her mind was still fuzzy, and she knew getting out what she had to in English would be too slow so she chose Spanish to vent her confusion. “I thought you said you didn’t share your women.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “The blonde woman you and Hannibal shared. I remember watching her get ready for you.”

  “Madre de Cristo.” Dragon stood up, zipping himself back into his pants, and stormed out of the room. Tari was scared he didn’t plan on coming back. What about her question made him run away?

  A minute later Dragon dragged a half-dressed, laughing Hannibal into the room.

  “Hello again, Cher.” Hannibal’s French endearment caught her off guard and she blushed. “To what do I owe this abrupt invitation to your room?”

  Tari grabbed the edge of the comforter and used it to cover her half naked state. Crazy thoughts swirled through her mind. She didn’t want to have sex with anyone but Dragon. Why had he brought this man fresh from fucking another woman to their room? A soft laugh from the doorway told Tari her humiliation was complete. Ink was watching them with an amused smirk.

  “Have I ever shared a woman with you?” Dragon’s anger tinged his words.

  “No. And if you’re offering, as you saw, my dance card is already full tonight.”

  “Tari remembered seeing Didi when you were finishing my tat at the shop.”

  “No worries, lovely. Your man is pure of that particular sin,” Ink’s smooth drawl added from the doorway.

  Tari didn’t know what to say, so she nodded, hoping the floor would open and swallow her whole. Thankfully, Hannibal rolled his eyes and left along with his partner in crime.

  “You could have just said so. I would have believed you,” Tari mumbled, looking down at her lap.

  Dragon stepped close and cupped her face, so she had to look up at him. “Maybe. But now you know. The only other memory with me in it should be me chasing you down to Traker’s and explaining just that. Then I dragged you to the back room and, after I finally got a small taste of you, you sent me away.”

  A tear slipped down her cheek and Dragon brushed it away with his thumb. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “You are mine, Tari, no sharing, but if you like to watch I have plenty of Brothers who like to put on a show. I will get you so worked up you’ll be begging for me to fuck you wherever we are. You want my fantasy, that’s it. My dirty queen with my patch on her back begging to be fucked. So horny she doesn’t care where we are or who is around.”

  His words sent fire straight from her heart to her core. It was a little twisted, but his dirty words meant so much more to her. He might not have said he loved her, but she had no doubt that she had fallen deeply and irreversibly in love with him
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  Chapter 29

  Sometimes it is the family you choose that matters.

  Tari’s dreams had been filled with returning memories. She should have been exhausted after Dragon had spent most of the night proving he could play her body like a concert pianist, but instead she woke up fresh. He seemed reluctant earlier when he left her side, saying he had to review the books of several of the Club’s smaller businesses. Unable to just sit in this room waiting, she headed downstairs soon after he left. After seeing several men and their women passed out from a night of partying, she made her way outside.

  Though she was nowhere near ready to start her usual yoga routine, Tari decided meditating in the cool fall weather was just what she needed. The view from the backyard of the Dark Sons’ Clubhouse was a strange mix of sights. There were a large number of picnic tables and fire pits, utilitarian buildings, old style houses, and a very modern playground off to one side. Beyond it all were majestic trees and, rising above them in the distance, the Colorado Mountains that always called to a part of her soul.

  Around the side of the Clubhouse, was a spot of lush grass that gave her a wonderful view that included nothing made by man. It had been years since she had had the opportunity to escape the city completely, and Tari was going to take full advantage. She knelt down and slowed her breathing letting the stress of the past weeks flow out of her and into the universe. Focusing only on the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat, and the brisk breezes of morning air let her swirling thoughts settle into something she could manage.

  Life for the last two years had been an uphill struggle with events coming at her so fast there had been little time to do more than react. Although Dragon returning to her life had sent things into overdrive, he had also given her a much-needed strength to find her center again. She loved him. That single truth should make all other choices easy except that being with him meant becoming a part of the Dark Sons.