“Our run,” Sam corrects with a wink. “Me, and my crew, Becca, Marcia and Charlotte are going along. And of course, the old ladies up behind their men, most of the kids are as well.”
Charlotte is Shooter’s old lady. Happened a few years back and yes, she’s got the riding bug too.
“We’re leaving at noon. The sweet butts will be down later to carry on the prep while we’re gone. You want to come along? Jacob’s got his own ride now, or you could go up behind Throttle.”
I shake my head. “No, I’ll stay here.” I need to talk to Xander and find out what mood Dad’s going to be in, and what exactly he now knows.
“You’ve reminded me. I left my jacket at the house. Think it’s chilly enough I’m going to need it today. I’ll see you later, okay?”
As she leaves, I hear a timid voice behind me. “Er, have you seen Mom or Dad?”
I swing around and give a big smile to the meek little Rose. She’s far more like her mom than her father. Now she’s standing, jacket already on, a helmet swinging from her hand. “No, I haven’t seen Rock or Becca. You going on the ride?”
“Duh,” she laughs, swinging her helmet.
“Who you riding with?”
“Mom,” she replies glumly.
My brow creases. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Dad’s more fun.”
Risk taker Rock probably is, but I can understand him preferring her with Becca.
“Aidan’s riding his own bike. Dad won’t let me get one.”
I grin as she walks off. Any of the women have a fight on their hands when it comes to getting their own bikes. I was surprised when Becca wanted her own and even more so when Rock allowed her. I expect he’ll give into Rose in the end, though. I know it won’t just be that motorcycles are dangerous, it will be the thought of his sweet little girl riding alone.
“Amy!”
“Allie.” I stand and give her a warm smile. “How are you and Truck doing? How’s Hope? I haven’t had a chance to talk to her properly yet.”
Allie rolls her eyes. “She’s currently trying to persuade Uncle Drum to take her on the ride on his bike.”
“Will she succeed?”
Another look up then down. “Probably. It will be strange though. The first Christmas ride he won’t be heading the pack.”
Yeah, it was only a few months back that Wizard took his place as president, but I’ve noticed Drummer’s more relaxed since he stepped down. Last night it looked like he was having fun.
“You going with Truck?”
“Of course. You coming?”
“No, I’m staying here with Xander.”
It’s then we hear the sound of engines revving outside. Allie gives me a wave and runs off.
I might not be in the mood for going along, or being close enough to a man to put my arms around him, but I go to the front of the clubhouse to see them off. It’s always a sight watching them go on their Christmas run. Many of the bikes have been decorated with tinsel, and some of the bikers are wearing Santa hats.
“Amy.”
“Dad?” At the sound of his voice, I turn, nervous.
“Come here, kid.” I take the step needed to get to him and am enveloped in his strong arms. “Amy, it’s going to be okay.”
“Xander’s told you.” It’s obvious.
“Everything,” he murmurs and the tension I feel in his body warns me he might be saying the right platitudes, but what he’s heard is not settling easy with him.
Shit.
He pushes me back slightly, holding me at arm’s length. Then his hand brushes against my face, a gesture which sends me straight back to when I was a child. “Amy, you’ll always be my little girl, but I know you’ve got your own life. What hurts most is that you’re hurting, and I wasn’t there to put it right. As for everything else? I know and I don’t give a damn what you get up to in your spare time. You’re a grown fuckin’ woman. You can do naked pole dancing…” he breaks off, studies me carefully, then asks, “What?”
I’ve gone bright red. Yeah, I might have done exactly that.
“Shit! I did not need that visual in my mind.” He shakes his head, but it’s not with disapproval.
“You can’t have that visual, last time you saw me naked I was about four years old.”
“Jeez.” He lowers his forehead to rest against mine. Then says more seriously, “You’ve got a problem, sweetheart. We’re going to sort it. Then you won’t be scared all the time. You’ll be able to start moving on, okay?”
“I don’t know. Flint’s one problem, Dad, but the rest of it is mine.”
He raises his chin at someone behind me. “Look, I’d like to stay here and thrash this out, but I’ve got to go on the ride. We’ll talk when I get back, okay?” Then, with a gentle kiss to my forehead he goes to his bike and starts his engine.
I feel someone come up from my rear. Spinning fast, my heart rate slows down when I see it’s Xander. “That’s some sight.” His head jerks toward the bikes.
Relieved that it’s him, I turn back to watch. He’s not wrong, it’s impressive to see all the club, their old ladies and the women with their own bikes ride out together. The sound is deafening, music to my ears, shooting me straight back to my childhood.
Throttles are twisted, engines revved, even the electric bikes make an artificial roar, then Wizard circles his hand over his head and they start to move off. Hawk and Hound falling in behind their Prez, Dollar and Throttle close on their heels. Then in deference to their previous roles, it’s Drummer and Wraith, Peg and Blade, Heart then… I lose track of them. But there at the back, their bikes adorned with rainbow flags are Lady with Maya up behind him, and lastly Joker as road captain bringing up the rear.
Chapter Six
Xander
While I certainly didn’t dream of ever stepping foot inside a one-percenter motorcycle club, I’m glad I’ve come here with Amy. Not just to chase away her nightmares, but seeing how she grew up has given me a deeper insight into her.
Even the meeting with Heart and Drummer had shown me how protective these men are toward their women, not unlike Doms in many ways. As for her freedom about sex, none of the people here seem to be shy. As last night had shown me, she’s used to an environment where people aren’t scared to show their sexuality, and where women are called property of the men.
Not that those women are pushovers. Like Amy, it would appear, it’s just that sometimes they’re content to give their control over, particularly sexually.
I’ve given her three months of my life. Three months where I’ve spent most of my free time with her, slept with her each night, while keeping my distance and showing my restraint. Like any self-respecting Dom, I take pride in how I can control myself, but like any man, there comes a time when a limit is approached. At that point you either need to walk away, or, take the reins.
Standing behind her as she’s engrossed watching her friends and family ride out, I’m quickly calculating what I could do to earn her trust, not just continue as we are, but push her in different ways.
Gently, I rest my hands on her shoulders, feeling encouragement when she doesn’t evade my touch. “How are you doing?” I can feel her tension beneath my fingers.
“You told him. My dad knows I’m into kink.”
“He didn’t criticise you, did he?”
“No, but… He wants to talk when he gets back.”
“Amy. That’s not about you or your proclivities, it’s about Flint.”
She’s still watching the dust from the bikes swirling in the breeze. “I don’t want them to hurt him.”
“You need him off your back.”
“I don’t want to cause trouble for the club.”
“I suspect a talk with Heart and Drummer will set him straight.” Though I suspect they’ll do more than exchange words with him.
There have been many times I’ve been tempted to do just that, but I’m a renowned surgeon, not a man who lives by his fists. Violence is
an abhorrence to me, but I can turn a blind eye in circumstances like these, just can’t bring myself to perform the deed. I’d tried talking to Flint, it hadn’t worked. I doubt he’d ignore a similar message delivered by the Satan’s Devils.
“You think they’ll just talk?” she scoffs.
I change the subject, wanting her focus on me, not on what might happen to the man who abused her. I lower my head. “How long will they be gone?”
“A couple of hours.”
That’s enough. If she’s willing to go for it. “How about we go back to the suite, and I’ll take your mind off of that upcoming talk with your Dad?”
I’ve used my Dom voice so she can’t mistake what I’m asking. She inhales sharply. Too much? Too soon?
Gently I move my hands from her shoulders and touch her arms, lightly wrapping my fingers around her biceps. I pull her back into my body, tiny movements, a calculated risk on my part. I tighten my hold. It’s the most she’s allowed me since Flint had trapped her.
“I’d never hurt you.”
“I know.” It comes out as a whine. “I know that, but I can’t control my reactions.”
“How about you give me control?”
“Why here? Why now?” she says, almost wonderingly.
“Because you’re away from Phoenix. You’re in a place where you know you are safe. Where men would kill anyone who dared hurt you. I know, because your dad just spelled it out.”
A laugh is startled out of her. “Dad threatened you?”
“Yes. So where could you be safer?”
“What if, what if… I can’t?”
“One, it’s up to me to give you what you need. I’ll take it no further. Up to you to set the pace. You know how this works. You can stop it at any time.”
“I couldn’t stop Flint.” There are many things I could say in response to her statement, but I want her to be in the mindset where she’ll understand.
“Come.” I release her arms, turn her around, and with my hand resting gently in the small of her back, encourage her to move up the incline in the direction of our suite. The almost-there touch that she’s become accustomed to over the past few weeks keeping her calm.
I open the door, then step back to allow her to precede me inside.
“What do you want me to do?” She sounds nervous.
I walk around her and go to stand with my back against the far wall. Leaning back, I cross one ankle over the other and fold my arms. “Stop will do as your safe word today. You say that, and our play will cease.”
“We’re going to play?”
“A short scene.” Short will be more than enough.
“Strip for me.”
Her eyes meet mine. I give her time to decide. To work through stuff. While I’ve never played with her myself, I’ve seen her naked in the club many times. She’s also been part of the scene for years, so getting naked in front of someone shouldn’t worry her. That it now does is sad, as it shows how vulnerable and exposed she feels.
Just when I’m thinking I’m going to have to call this off, she reaches down and pulls off her lightweight sweater she’s wearing. With a quick half smile, she folds it neatly, and lays it on a chair. Next she kicks off her shoes, then removes her jeans. I suck in a deep breath, remembering just how gorgeous she is, as she efficiently takes off her bra and panties.
“Present yourself.”
She stands, legs slightly apart, hands clasped behind her back. She’s gone rigid. I push away from the wall. Her eyes, wide, watch me until I’ve moved behind her back.
My fingers lightly rest on her shoulders. “Pull them back.” She does. “Good girl.” I continue my inspection, touching her briefly in various places, allowing her to get used to the feeling of my hands on her.
“Remember you can use your safe word at any time.” She nods. “You don’t need to stay silent. I want to know what you’re feeling.” I make another circuit, then pause when I’m behind her. “Amy. I want to make you come.”
At my words, her breath hitches, and her skin flushes a delightful shade of red. Her body knows what it wants, she’s just got to be into it with her head.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You won’t.” I’m certain of that. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her, moving back around to her front. Gently I run my hands over the sides of her breasts, trailing my fingers down her stomach. Her breath hitches, and even without being touched, her nipples start to bead. Leaning forward, I lick one of those peaks, then huff a breath on it, it hardens more.
“Keep your eyes open.” I want her grounded, with me. Not thinking about anyone else, and definitely not Flint.
Her other nipple I take between my finger and thumb, rolling it until it too becomes hard.
Leaning in, I inhale deeply. “I think you’re wet for me, pet.”
“Yes, Sir. I think I am.”
We hadn’t discussed etiquette. But I’m easy on whatever she wants to call me.
“I’d like to make you come on my tongue.”
“I think I’d like that, Sir.”
“You can always tell me to stop.” As I remind her, I sink to my knees and with my hands gently holding her hips, position my mouth so I lick her clit.
“I don’t think I’ll use my safe word right now,” she replies in a not too steady tone. I ignore her mild brattiness.
I tap her foot. “Put your foot on my thigh.” It allows me more room to work. She does.
“Fuck, pet, you taste so good.”
“Tha-nnnk you, Sir.”
“Can I make my pet purr, do you think?”
“Ooh, oh. Yes, I think you can.”
Oh, I’m certain I can. The one thing about being an experienced Dom is that I know my way around a woman’s body. Soon I’m having to grip her hard to keep her balanced on her shaking legs. Her clit is swollen and ready, and her muscles start to tense.
“Can I come?”
“Yes.” My voice vibrates against her clit. Perhaps next time I’ll make her wait, but now I want to see her let go for the first time in months.
A small cry, and her body folds as aftershocks sweep through it. Standing, I let her balance herself against me as my fingers take over from my tongue, bringing her down gently.
At last, her head relaxes against me.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
When she looks at me with half-hooded eyes and a small smile curving her lips, I feel on top of the world. She trusted me enough to let me give her this.
My hardened body accidentally rubs against her, she notices. “Do you want me to do something for you?”
I notice she’s tensed. “No. I’ll be fine.” This isn’t tit for tat. This is a Dom pleasuring his sub. This is his sub giving him her power. This is her Dom helping her find her way back.
I pass her, her bra and watch her expertly park her boobs in it, then hold her panties while she rests one hand on my shoulder and delicately lifts first one foot then the other. I pull her sweater over her head, then help her into her jeans, leaving her to pull the tight denim up. The act of dressing her almost more intimate than watching her undress.
There’s a comfortable looking chair in the corner of the room, taking her hand I lead her to it. I sit first, then with a gesture, invite her to sit on my lap. When she does, she leans her head against my chest, right over my heart. Very gently, I wrap my arms around her, a hold so loose, she can easily break free. She snuggles into me.
“I want to be your Dom, Amy.”
“I thought you just were.” She grins.
“I mean, exclusively.” It’s a conviction that’s been growing on me for weeks and now seems to be the right time to tell her.
“You want me as a permanent sub?” She grimaces slightly. “I’m not ready to go back to that club. Or any club. Maybe I won’t ever be.”
“Not just at the club. We already live together, I just want us to build on that. Take the next step in our relationship.”
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“Have sex.”
“No, not just sex, Amy. I want you as my submissive.”
“I’m not a slave. I’m not always a meek, mild submissive,” she warns.
I bark a laugh. “Hate to break it to you, Amy, but I’m not always an even-handed controlled Dom. Sometimes I leave damp towels on the floor of the bathroom.”
She sits up and turns to stare into my eyes, and her hands frame each side of my face. “I won’t lie, Xander. The girl who ends up with you will be the luckiest in the world. You’re smart, good-looking, kind. You’re supportive and caring.”
I frown. The girl who ends up with me? “Why can’t that girl be you, Amy?”
“Because I’m not a sub all the time, and I’m not looking for a full-time Dom. I want a man at my side who’s my partner.”
“Haven’t I been at your side these last three months?”
“From guilt.”
I brush her hair back from her face. “At first it was guilt, pet. But now it’s because I want to be here. I chose you over my family this Christmas as I couldn’t bear to be away from my sub.”
She breathes in air sharply. “Really?”
“Really and truly. I want this.”
She bites her lip. “You’ve only seen me at my worst, when I’ve been so weak and helpless.”
I rush to correct her. “Amy, I’ve seen you so fucking strong. You’ve suffered something unimaginable, yet are starting to come out the other side. Just look how you gave me your trust just then. That takes strength.” I give a little shake of my head. “Submissives aren’t weak, they’re strong. Willing to take that leap of faith and put themselves into the hands of their Dom.”
“What if I never want to be restrained again, even with you?”
“Then we’ll find other things to enjoy. And I won’t need ropes or handcuffs to keep you in place. You’ll do that because you enjoy doing the will of your Dom.”
She snuggles back into me again, I relish the feeling of her against me. She toys with the buttons of my button-up shirt. “I suppose you’ve virtually moved in already, Xander. Wouldn’t be too much of a change.”
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