Breaking Spade (Dead Presidents MC Book 6)

by Harley Stone

  Made sense. Swallowing a bite, I asked, “Link’s name is Link Lincoln?”

  “Link’s his road name. Since his real name is public knowledge, I can tell you it’s Tyler. Some of the brothers hide their real names. Since Link’s the face of the club and has to interact with the public all the time, he doesn’t care.”

  “What’s your real name?” I asked.

  He eyed me.

  “You know mine. It’s only fair,” I said, wondering why he seemed hesitant. We’d slept together, twice, and he kept talking like he was into me. Shouldn’t I be privy to his name by now?

  “It’s not that. I was just trying to remember the last time anyone wanted to know both my names. Most people know me through my family or from the club. Those two worlds never cross.”

  “Like Clark Kent and Superman?” I asked, trying to understand.

  He cocked his head to the side, and the smirk on his lips curled my toes. “Please. I’m much more of a Batman. Antonio Fernandez.”

  Of course, he was an Antonio. He was far too seductive to have any other name, and I really was the Puss to his Boots. “Tell me, Antonio, did you have trouble coming home?”

  “I like the way you say my name. It sounds sexy.” He wiped his mouth. “But to answer your question, not really. In my job, I didn’t see much combat. Besides, even if I came home all fucked up, my family would have kicked my ass and set me straight.”

  “What made you want to join the club then?”

  He looked away and took a sip of his beer. “I had a good friend from boot camp—Miko—who wasn’t so lucky. Shortly after he came home, he uh… he joined the ranks of the twenty-two. You hear about the suicide statistics, but it doesn’t mean shit until you know someone who lost the battle. Then it becomes all too real. Miko was a good guy. He needed help and nobody was there for him. This club is doing something to help vets like him, so I had to join. For all the Miko’s out there struggling to find their place out of combat.”

  That’s when I knew I was done for. Whatever this man wanted, I’d gladly give it to him. Probably on a silver platter and dressed in sheer lace.

  After we ate, he led me upstairs and into his room. I followed like a puppy on a leash, ready to do whatever he asked of me.

  “Remember those supplies I left to pick up?” Spade asked as he closed his bedroom door behind us.

  A tingle of excitement shot through me. “Yes.”

  “I’d like to try some things, Jess. Do you trust me?”

  I did, but I was only human. “What kind of things?”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to his nightstand. There, he retrieved handcuffs, a blindfold, and a flogger.

  Intrigued, but cautious, I stared at the implements. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “Me either,” he admitted. “But you like it rough, and I’m not gonna lie… I get off on giving you what you like. You have no idea how amazing my handprints look on your ass. I never even knew I was into that, but with you… Do you want to try it?”

  Strangely enough, I did. Even looking at the flogger was making me so wet I had to resist the urge to cross my legs. Still, we needed to think about safety first. “Can I have a safe word?”

  He looked almost offended. “Any time you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do. But if a safe word makes you feel better, yes. Absolutely.”

  “Rationality,” I blurted out.

  He arched an eyebrow. “Rationality is your safe word?”

  “Yes. It’s from my favorite movie line. ‘It's mercy, compassion and forgiveness I lack. Not rationality.’ Uma Thurman said it in Kill Bill.”

  “You like Kill Bill?” he asked. “It’s not too violent for you?”

  Feeling a little offended, I answered, “No. I love Kill Bill. How could I not? It’s a kick in the nuts of chauvinism. The women fighting in that movie are so badass. There’s no embarrassing catfighting going on; they straight throw down. It’s empowering. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to walk into my boss’ office with a Samurai sword and be like, “Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids”.”

  Now both of his eyebrows shot up. “I should probably find that worrisome, but everything you say and do is hot as fuck. You’re full of surprises, Jess. I love that about you. Rationality it is. Strip.”

  “You want me completely naked?” The idea was a little intimidating. It was early evening and light streamed in through his bedroom window. Yes, he’d seen me fully naked in my apartment, but that was different. We were in the heat of the moment. This was a little more nerve-wracking.

  “Did I stutter?” he asked, his eyes darkening as he closed the distance between us. His cocky tone should have been a turn off, but it sent even more heat to my core. “I don’t want you hiding anything from me. I want you stripped bare and defenseless, stretched across my bed for my raw enjoyment. Now, strip.”

  Feeling self-conscious but completely turned on, I tugged off my clothes as Spade watched, his gaze openly taking in every inch of my body. When I finished, he snatched up two of the soft leather handcuffs and said, “Give me your wrists.”

  Still surprised at how much I liked this bossy, demanding side of him, I held out my hands. He put the cuffs on me, and then led me to the bed. Lying me on my back, he stretched out my arms and attached the other ends of the cuffs to his metal headboard. Then he did the same things to my ankles, attaching them to the footboard.

  I’d never felt more exposed in my life. He stood and backed away from the bed, his gaze roaming over me as he admired his handiwork.

  “I like you like this, Jess. You’re like a gift, just for me. I’ve opened you, and now I get to decide all the ways I want to play with you. First, I think I’ll take away your sense of sight and see how intense we can make you feel.”

  He slid the blindfold over my head and adjusted the strap until I couldn’t see anything. It was thrilling and hot, and my body started thrumming with anticipation of what he’d do next.

  “Let’s see how much you like all this,” he said.

  I felt the bed dip under his weight and then his hot, wet tongue licked across my pussy.

  “You’re soaking wet, babe. You fuckin’ love this, don’t you?”

  I nodded, suddenly grateful for the blindfold. I didn’t want to see if he was judging me for enjoying the kink.

  “I love the taste of you. I’m gonna gorge myself on this pussy, but I don’t want you to come until I give you permission. You hear me?”

  “Yes.” More heat pooled to my core.

  Spade’s short beard hair tickled my thighs as his tongue landed on my clit. He sucked, swirled and flicked as my hips kept trying to lift against his mouth, but my bonds kept me flat against the bed. Taking away my sense of sight and movement intensified the experience, making it almost impossible for me to resist coming. I felt like I was one hard lick or gentle tug away.

  Finally, Spade let up.

  Thin leather strips whacked against the bottom of my right foot. The sensation felt strange, but not at all painful.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  “Harder,” I replied.

  This time, the leather strips came with a slight sting. “Better?” he asked.

  “Harder.”

  The sting intensified. It still wasn’t painful, but it felt amazing. Every strike left behind a tingling sensation. He worked his way up the front of my legs to my thighs, and then started on my hands, going down to my torso. By the time he reached my breasts, my entire body was throbbing and needy. He hit my breasts and I had to bite my lip.

  “That feel good?”

  So good. I couldn’t speak, so I nodded.

  He worked his way down my stomach and to my labia. It was so intense—so hot—I clenched my fists and tried to resist.

  “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” I said.

  He chuckled. “Good to know.” His voice was gravelly, and his accent
was thicker than normal. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one getting turned on by this. He struck my lower lips one more time, and then rubbed away the sting. Then I felt my legs and arms go slack as he unhooked the cuffs. “Turn over, Jess.”

  After I did as he said, he reattached my cuffs and started the same process on the back of my body. He took his time, and when he reached my ass, my body was shaking and quivering from fighting the release. It felt like all my nerve endings were raw, waiting for him to close them off, to give me what I needed.

  “Please,” I said, unable to handle any more.

  He brushed the hair back from my face and leaned over me, pressing his hard pecks against my back. “Please what, babe?”

  “Please let me come.”

  “The only way I’m gonna let you come is on my cock, and I’m not ready for that yet.”

  He undid my restraints. “Turn over.”

  I wanted to cry, but I was too far gone to argue. He hooked me back up, and then I felt his knees on either side of my torso.

  “You wanna come? I’ll let you after you suck my cock. Show me how bad you want it, babe.”

  Velvety skin brushed across my lips.

  “Open,” he demanded.

  I dropped my jaw, and he shoved his dick in my mouth. The tip tasted slightly salty as it rolled over my tongue and headed for the back of my throat.

  “Wider.”

  Hollowing out my cheeks, I took him deeper. He swore and pulled out a little before driving back in.

  “Fuck, Jess. Your mouth feels good.”

  He drove into me again.

  “Your lips around my cock… hot. So fuckin’ sexy.”

  His praise made me want to please him more. I flicked my tongue down the length of him and sucked.

  He hissed. “Fuck. Don’t do that or you’re gonna get a load down your throat.”

  So of course, I did it again.

  Swearing, he pulled out. I tried not to smile, but I felt pretty dang proud of myself.

  “What’s wrong, Antonio? Didn’t it feel good when I sucked on your cock?”

  I heard the wrapper of a condom tearing. “I think you know damn well what you do to me. Now I’m gonna tear up that pussy.”

  Finally! If that was my punishment, I’d do it again next time.

  Spade’s body stretched out over me and I felt his cock at my entrance. Holding onto my shoulders, he slammed into me. It felt so intense—so carnal—that I started coming immediately. I couldn’t help myself. I’d been holding on for so long and this… this was too much.

  He pulled out and slammed into me again. “I didn’t give you permission.”

  The intensity of my climax continued to grow. “I can’t. I can’t help it.”

  He fucked me through my orgasm and kept going. As I lie spread eagle and unable to move, he hammered my body. He was rough and savage, and I loved every minute of it. A second orgasm built and washed over me before he finally found his release. Then he got rid of the condom, let me out of the cuffs, removed my blindfold, and held me against him.

  “Jess?” he asked.

  I couldn’t speak. “Mm-hm?”

  “I’ve come to the conclusion that following directions is not your strong suit.”

  I wanted to argue that no human being could have resisted coming after what he’d done to me, but I lacked the energy to even open my mouth.

  He chuckled.

  My entire body was still humming as I drifted off to sleep.

  Spade

  IT TOOK EVERYTHING in me to drag my ass out of bed Friday morning. Jessica and I had gone to bed early, but we sure as hell hadn’t stayed asleep. The night had been spent between fucking and napping, and I hadn’t gotten nearly enough of either activity.

  “Hey.” I kissed Jessica’s forehead, rousing her. She was struggling to wake her ass up, too. “You got any plans after work?”

  She knuckled her eyes and stretched, drawing my attention to the swell of her naked tits, peeking out over the sheet. “I need to stop by the apartment and take a picture of Carly’s room so I can list it for rent and find myself a new roommate. I meant to do that yesterday, but somebody distracted me.”

  “Yeah, I’m not sorry.” I tugged the sheet down a little further and enjoyed the view. Damn, she was gorgeous. Forcing myself to focus back on our conversation, I said, “I heard that Carly and Trent had moved in with Wasp. You okay with that?”

  “Okay with my friend and her child being ridiculously happy? Yes. I’m not a monster. I’ll miss seeing them all the time, but I’m happy they found Wasp. Trent needs a good man he can look up to, and Wasp...”

  “Wasp likes to clown, but he loves Carly and that kid. He’d do anything for them.”

  She smiled. “Exactly. Carly’s had a rough life. She deserves this. I’ll find a new roommate. Not a big deal.” Her smile faltered a little at the end, betraying her real feelings on the matter. Finding a new roommate would be a very big matter for someone like Jessica.

  “Has anyone ever told you you’re a horrible liar?” I asked.

  She sighed. “All. The. Time. Seriously. Why is it so easy for everyone else?”

  I laughed. I couldn’t help it. She was just so damn honest and adorable, exactly the kind of woman I wanted to come home to every night. “I love that you can’t lie. It’s one of my fifty favorite things about you.”

  Unable to take the compliment, she blushed and looked away. “Why did you ask about tonight?” she asked, forcing the subject off her again. “Do you have plans after work?”

  “Unfortunately, yes. I have a shift at the bar tonight.” I took one last longing look at her body before forcing myself out of bed. If I didn’t get my ass in gear and grab a shower, I’d be late for my first job. Judging by my family’s texts, they were already pissed at me for missing fireworks last night. I didn’t need Dad riding my ass all day about not making it to work on time. Still, I didn’t want to leave Jessica without knowing when I’d see her again, though. “Wanna grab dinner after you get off?” I asked. “I’ll have a couple of hours before I have to be at the bar.”

  She sat up and smiled, clutching the sheet around her like I hadn’t seen (and flogged) every inch of her gorgeous body. “Yes. I’d like that, but only if I can cook.”

  And I liked that she wanted to cook for me. “Here?”

  “Nope. I’ll grab some groceries and meet you at my apartment. What time do you get off?”

  We made plans to meet up before going our separate ways to shower and get ready for work.

  ***

  Jessica

  When I got to work, Chad intercepted me on the way to my cubicle. Today he wore a pleated gold vest over a black button up shirt with black pleather pants and gold shoes. He flashed me a patronizing smile as he looked over my much more conservative pants outfit.

  “Hey, Jess, I’m so glad I caught you.” Chad’s sing-songy voice was even more nasally than normal today. Probably due to the lack of sleep I’d gotten thanks to Spade’s all-night sex-athon. Not like I was complaining or anything. It was the best night of my life and I was over the moon that he wanted to meet up for dinner tonight. “Do you have a minute? I’d like to meet with you in my office.”

  Right. Chad was talking, and I needed to pay attention to his words. He had an office now? Since when? Wednesday he’d been in a cubicle just like the rest of us bottom feeders. And I couldn’t think of a worse way to start off my morning than in a confined space with the weasel, but I nodded. “Sure. Can I drop my laptop off at my desk first?”

  “If you must.” He looked so put out. Poor Chad. He had to walk five steps out of his way before leading me to the printer room. The entire space had been rearranged and a partition had been added to separate the printer tables from a small office space.

  “This is your office now?” I asked.

  He beamed. “It’s not much, I know. The space is temporary until Don has the builders come in to make me something more permanent, but we figured this wou
ld get me away from everyone on the floor and give me the opportunity to see and approve of all ads before our weekly meetings.”

  So, they moved him away from us little people, and now Chad could cut me to pieces for my designs all five days of the week. Awesome. “Gee, that’s great.”

  “Speaking of ads, we need to talk. Come have a seat.”

  That sounded ominous. I glanced back at the door, wondering if I could somehow escape before he started talking. Chad glanced back at me, and I gave up and followed as he wove his way around the partition and sat behind his desk, gesturing for me to take the empty chair.

  Feeling all hope of a decent day vanish, I sat.

  He opened a file on his desk and removed an ad I didn’t recognize for one of my new clients, Fresh Eyes LASIK. Confused, I studied the ad. The image I’d selected for it—the client approved image—was of a family at a playground. The message had to do with not letting glasses get in the way of living life to the fullest. The new image was of a young guy with weird washed out orbs around his oddly blue eye. The message had been changed to some self-help quote about embracing a new you, and the font was raised and shadowed to create movement. It looked like some sort of science fiction or futuristic ad.

  “What is this?” I asked. “I sent you the ad for Fresh Eyes. This… this isn’t it.”

  “Yes.” He folded his hands in front of him. “I received your ad and although it is fundamentally correct, I found it to be lacking in certain… appeal. To be honest, it was a little boring, and that’s not who we are. So, I stayed up late last night and put together something more… attractive to submit to the client.”

  The ad I’d sent Chad was the result of hours of research and work. “Janine at Fresh Eyes asked me for something family oriented. I submitted the ad, along with three others, to my focus group, and that’s the one they selected. It scored extremely high. I can get you the results, if you’d like.”

  His patronizing smile returned in full force. “We’re not looking for the best of four, Jessica. We’re looking for the best of the best, and your ad doesn’t stand out. It’s not new or interesting. It doesn’t compel me to want to buy anything. Whereas this ad makes eye surgery seem like an adventure.”