Our plan is pretty straight forward. Sisi and I would go inside, hang around until called for the auction and then be on the lookout for Miles' people.
The outfits I'd gotten us should help us blend in. I'd gone specifically for a style completely unlike my usual one. That way, even if someone might know me, they would be thrown off by two things — Sisi's presence and my clothes.
"Are you serious?" Sisi arches an eyebrow at me as she finishes donning the clothes I'd gotten her.
"Damn," I whistle, admiring the view.
Ok, maybe I should have gone for more conservative.
She's wearing a pair of leather pants that accentuate her legs, the bold contour of her ass making men want to weep. Certainly, my dick approves. My head, though, not so much since everyone else will be seeing the same thing.
For her top I'd gone for a simple black shirt, this time making sure there's no cleavage showing, since her tits are a one way ticket to hell for anyone whose eyes stray even a little bit.
"Come on, you can't be serious," she repeats, holding out the leather cut that says Property of Berserker.
"It's cute!" I reply turning my back and pointing to the Berserker written on mine, "we match, see?"
She shakes her head at me, but eventually relents and puts it on.
Frankly, I'd had to improvise fast and find a good disguise, especially for that type of club. So I'd gone the easy route—pretend I'm part of some made up MC chapter named White Trash, casually strolling up into Papillion with my biker babe to buy some new humans.
Considering my entire body is full of ink, it doesn't seem entirely too farfetched that I'd be part of some nefarious gang. But most of all, it is so polar opposite from how I usually present myself that I should go unnoticed.
To match Sisi's outfit, I'm also wearing a pair of leather pants, a white tank top and the leather cut with the club's name. If anyone will catch on the irony of the name remains to be seen, although based on previous experiences, the jab should fall on deaf ears.
I'd also gone to great lengths to temporarily modify my Bratva tattoo, lest someone recognize that one.
"I can't believe I agreed to this," Sisi mutters under her breath.
"We need to go in undetected. Just think of it as a new adventure. When will you ever have the chance to be a biker babe again?"
"I'm not sure this is my definition of an adventure," she rolls her eyes at me, "but I'll help you."
"Great!" I say, loudly smacking her ass.
"Auch! Why did you do that?" Her hands go to her ass as she's trying to diffuse the pain.
"Getting into character," I wink at her.
And to top it off, I'd also gotten an old Yamaha that's been gathering dust in my garage. This time when Sisi sees the motorcycle, she doesn't scoff at it. Instead, she's quite enthusiastic at the prospect of riding it.
"Wow," she breathes out as I hand her the helmet. "This is amazing."
"Are you that happy at riding bitch?" I joke, and her eyes widen before I get a jab in my ribs. "Joking, joking," I hold my hands up in surrender.
She pouts and I turn to her, taking her mouth in a rough kiss, my teeth catching her lower lip as I bite it.
"Hang on tight." I say against her lips, taking her arms and wrapping them around my waist.
We reach the club just as it opens, and after I show the bouncer that I have Enzo's approval, we're invited inside and told to wait for a staff member to show us to our VIP lounge.
As we step inside the club, I note that it's nothing special. At least compared with some other places I'd seen, this is rather tame.
There are mini stages throughout, all hosting pole dancers and strippers surrounded by horny men. There are a few couches and tables in the back, all busy with men and women in different stages of fucking. From afar, it looks like a banquet worthy of Caligula himself.
"Is that?" Sisi whispers when she sees the show, and for one second I regret bringing her here. I do not want her seeing some stranger's dick.
Shielding her eyes with my hand, I divert her attention by steering her to the bar.
"Wow," she continues to say, looking around in awe. "That looks so much fun," she points towards the girls dancing on the poles. "But also hard," she frowns when she sees them do a rather complicated move.
"You need strong muscles to do that." I'm barely looking at the pole, my entire attention held by her. Her expressions are so vivid, so mesmerizing, that they have the power to make me forget myself.
"I want to try it," she replies animatedly.
"You what?"
"I want to try that. It looks so interesting," she repeats, releasing a dreamy sigh as she continues to admire the girls' moves.
Shaking my head at her, since clearly that's out of question, I turn to the bartender and ask for two shots of vodka.
"Here." I hand her one, a little peeved that her attention is wholly on the stage. She doesn't even look at me as she takes the glass out of my hand and downs it, quickly sputtering. Her hand goes to her face as she fans herself, turning towards me with wide eyes as she's asking for help.
"Breathe," I lean in to whisper.
"It's so strong..." she barely gets the words out.
So far, I'd only offered her softer drinks like wine or champagne, wanting to ease her into the exploration of alcohol.
"Whose fault is it that you shot it down like a pro?" I tsk at her, amused. "Let me show you how it's done," I tell her, my eyes intently on her.
I take my shot glass, downing it in one go. Then, before she can react, my hand shoots out, grabbing her by the jaw, my thumb prying her lips open as I tease her with my mouth. Opening wide, I share the drink with her, licking her lips clean when I'm done.
She's quiet as her eyes rove over me, her arousal clear in the way her pupils dilate. She bites her lips slowly, a come hither gesture that's instantly making me hard.
So focused I am on her and her seductive little games that I don't realize when another woman plops herself in front of us.
Sisi is the first to move her head, studying the woman with narrowed eyes.
"A lap dance?" She asks, placing her hand on my shoulder, "she can watch," she nods towards Sisi. The woman's clad only in a pair of bikini, all the goods in sight as she's no doubt trying to find clients for the evening.
I'm about to take her hand off me, but Sisi beats me to it, roughly grabbing her wrist and bending it.
"No, thank you," she fakes a wide smile, getting to her feet and putting herself between me and the woman.
Well, isn't this interesting...
"I didn't ask you," the woman replies smugly before turning to me, "I didn't know bitches could talk back," she continues, looking Sisi up and down in distaste and it takes me a moment to realize that biker babes should be submissive.
Alas, I have failed in choosing this disguise, since Sisi is anything but submissive.
"Oh, this one can." Sisi replies, tightening her hold on the woman's wrist and twisting it. She whimpers in pain, but she doesn't seem to give up as she aims her other hand towards Sisi's hair.
I'm thinking of intervening, but one look from Sisi and I put my hands up, letting her do her thing. So I just lean back and watch the show.
Sisi is quick to parry the woman's hand, wrapping her fingers around her nape and bringing her head into the bar table. A resounding thud, and everyone suddenly fixates their gazes on the ongoing match.
I watch with pleasure as Sisi continues to bang the woman's head on the table until blood starts pouring out of her face.
Fuck, if this doesn't make me even harder.
It's interesting that no one intervenes to help the woman, considering she's an employee here. No, instead everyone is cheering for Sisi as she's ruining the woman's face.
Her smile twisted at the corners; she's got a look of pure satisfaction as she wreaks even more havoc to the woman's body. It's only when she goes limp in her arms that she lets go, the woman crumbling to the floor, unmoving.
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bsp; Sisi is unbothered as she steps over her body and coming to my side.
"She was right, you know, you should be submissive," I add sarcastically, and before I know it, her punch shoots out, her knuckles grazing my cheek.
"You let her touch you," she hisses at me, and I blink twice, surprised at her outburst.
"I did?" I ask slowly, weirdly turned on by this side of her.
"You let her fucking touch you," she jabs her finger in my chest, aggression rolling off her as she comes onto me.
My eyes move over her body, the way her chest rises and falls rapidly, her throat contracting and forming a hollow just above her collarbone.
"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" The chants are getting louder as more people surround us, all interested in the ongoing spectacle. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
Not one to miss a dramatic exit, I quickly lift Sisi off her feet, throwing her over my shoulder, and signaling an employer to show us to our lounge.
A fly on the wall... Well, mission accomplished.
The room is small but private, with a round couch and a table in the middle. I nod to the staff and close the door, finally dropping Sisi to the ground.
"You," she seethes at me, and it's the first time I'm seeing her like this.
And I fucking love it.
She wastes no time in pushing me down on the couch, climbing on top of me, her hands fisted in the material of my shirt.
Her outburst amuses and delights me at the same time, so I just lay back and let her dish at me whatever she wants.
"You wanted a lap dance?" She asks, her expression serious and oh, so bloodthirsty. My cock twitches in my pants, the bastard fucking loving this side of her.
"If I remember correctly, I did not even react to her suggestion." I point out, trying to keep a straight face. But she's not having it.
Stepping away from me, she takes the cut and her shirt off, remaining only in her bra. That luscious body of hers is going to give me a heart attack in the future.
"Goddamn," I whisper, my eyes honing in on her tits.
"You'll have a lap dance," she tells me, moving around in a sensuous manner, her tits jiggling as she climbs up on me ever so slowly.
I swallow. Hard.
"Do you even know how to give a lap dance?" I ask her, quirking a smile.
"Can't be that hard," she mumbles under her breath. Her expression immediately changes as she seductively bats her eyelashes at me, brushing her chest against mine as she blows hot air on my neck.
Using her hands, she caresses my arms, undulating her ass until it glides enticingly over my dick. My eyes are already glazed, my focus solely on this temptress in front of me that seems to have a possessive streak.
Snaking my arm around her waist, I bring her flush against my chest, stopping her movements. She looks at me suspiciously as I grab her hand and put it between us.
"Feel this, hell girl," I say, pressing her hand on my erection so she can see just how much she affects me. "This is only for you. I only ever get hard for you."
I pull her closer to me, my forehead resting on top of hers.
"Get it through that pretty skull of yours that I'm not going to look at another woman. Ever."
"Good. Otherwise I'd be forced to do something I wouldn't like," she says, her eyes still shooting daggers at me.
"What?" I rasp, the mere feel of her against me driving me insane.
"Kill you," she whispers, her hands caressing my chest until she stops at the waistline of my pants. "I'd cut your dick off, then kill you," she continues, her fingers tracing the outline of my hard cock through my pants.
"Is that so?" I ask, lust simmering in my blood. Fuck me, but why does she have to be so hot while saying she'd cut my dick off?
"Yes, and I'd be very sad," she pouts, her tongue sneaking out and giving my cheek a long lick. "But maybe I'd keep it as a souvenir," she breathes against my face and I just about combust from that alone.
"It's yours," I groan when she slowly lowers my zipper, her hands moving past the waistline of my boxers.
She's tantalizingly slow, and my breath stops when she puts her hand on me.
By Jove, this is torture.
For a moment I have to mentally take a break, doing my best not to bust a nut this very second.
"Hmm," she makes a sound deep in her throat, her palm opening over my shaft as she caresses me from tip to base.
My eyes flutter closed, the feel of her small hand over my cock making me shudder.
"I read about big dick energy online," she says, her voice low and husky.
"You did?" I ask on a strangled moan.
I know she did. Hell, I know her entire search history by heart. I even know that my sinful nun has been reading naughty books, and she's clearly been taking notes to please me.
Not that I'm one to talk, since I've been doing the same.
"Mmm," she leans in to lick my ear, "it fits," she whispers as she tightens her hold over me and I groan out loud.
Her hand is already moving up and down my shaft, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock as she uses the pre-cum to lubricate her movements.
Yes, she's definitely been taking notes.
"You're killing me, hell girl," I grab her by the throat, keeping her face glued to mine. "You're fucking killing me."
"Not yet," she replies cheekily.
"Is this what they teach you at the nunnery? How to drive men insane? Because, fuck, you're succeeding," I grit my teeth as she continues to put those dainty hands of hers to use.
Her mouth pulls up in a smile and she bites her lip in the process.
"Well, technically we are the brides of Christ..." she trails off suggestively and I just about lose it.
Fuck, am I jealous of a fictional prophet?
But the thought of anyone, even a saint, touching or even looking at Sisi has me going crazy.
I'm barely in control as it is, letting her take the reins and willing myself not to bend her over and fuck her like an animal — fast and dirty until she renounces her religion and proclaims me her new god.
And as her hand continues to torture me, the movements increasingly faster, I can only take her mouth in a bruising kiss, our tongues fighting, our mouths mashing together. I revel in the savageness that seems to mirror my own.
My hand lodged in her scalp, I hold her close to me as I nibble and bite at her, wanting to permanently mark her as mine.
"Fuck," I curse as she continues to stroke me.
Out of nowhere, she shoves my hand aside, getting on her knees and opening her mouth to take my cock inside. Her lips stretch across the head as she licks and kisses it, swirling her tongue on the underside like a fucking pro.
The warmth of her mouth as she envelops more of my cock almost makes me black out, the new sensation exhilarating.
But only because it's her.
She keeps sucking me deep into her mouth, her lips effortlessly gliding over my shaft as she peppers kisses all over it. Her hand is still working me up and down, using her spit to get my entire length nice and wet.
Fuck!
I reach out with my hand and I caress her cheek, holding her hair to the side as she sucks my cock like she should have been worshiping Jesus.
"You're such a bad nun," I rasp, my eyes alternating between closed and open.
She smiles with my cock in her mouth, and hell if I've ever seen a prettier picture. Batting her eyelashes at me, she takes me deeper in her mouth, gagging on my length until she's choking.
The way she's looking at me, with her seductive gaze wrapped in innocence has me close to the edge.
She palms my balls, slowly massaging them. Lifting my cock with one hand as she licks her way down, enclosing her lips over my balls and sucking them into her mouth.
"Sisi," my voice sounds foreign to my ears as she gently squeezes my balls in her mouth before leaving a trail of spit all over my length.
How is she fucking real?
She's a temptress come down
to lure me into sin—not that I wasn't already knee deep it in. But fuck if I'm not thankful she's been hidden away this whole time. Because otherwise I would have had to kill my way through the entire city to make her mine.
Someone with Sisi's beauty and intelligence would have attracted all kinds of attentions, and she would have had her pick of men.
Shit, but I don't even know if she would have given me the time of the day if I hadn't gotten to her first. And that thought makes me still.
I'll never let her go.
She's saddled with me now, and I'm such a possessive bastard that no other man will ever even graze her hand. No, all her touches are strictly reserved for me. All her smiles and her seductive glances.
Everything.
Her hands are stroking me up and down, her mouth sucking on the head, her eyes fixed on me. She swirls her tongue all around the tip, letting more saliva dribble down my length and using it for added friction.
She's so beautiful I can barely breathe. And when she gives me one last suck, those plump lips wrapped around my cock in what I can only describe as a warm, wet, heaven, I know I can't last anymore.
"I'm coming," I warn her, feeling a tingling down my spine as my balls contract. I expect her to pull away, but she doesn't.
She keeps on working my cock until my cum shoots into her waiting mouth. She doesn't stop until I'm wholly spent, swallowing every last bit of my release.
With a wicked smile, she undulates her body as she climbs up again, her legs on both sides of mine as she's straddling me.
"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned," she whispers naughtily in my ear.
"What is your sin," I find myself asking.
"I've been very, very bad," she sighs.
"How so," my hand goes to her long hair and I pick up a strand, bringing it to my nose and inhaling deeply.
"I sucked cock... and I liked it," she admits shyly.
"You did? That's very, very bad indeed," I tell her, my hand trailing down her back until I'm palming her ass "you might be going to hell."
She feigns a horrified expression as her eyes widen, her mouth parting. "Oh, no!" she exclaims.
"But it's ok," she amends saucily. "I'll have company," she winks at me.
Damn it all, but I'm never letting this woman go.
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