SLY: Kings of Carnage MC

by Nicole James

  He looks at me and mouths, “You’re fucking dead.”

  I chuckle silently. He acts like he hates it, but he can’t fool me, he loves the attention she’s giving him.

  The music changes, and the DJ’s voice comes over the speakers. “This one’s a funky little song called ‘Here Kitty Kitty’ by Twang and Round & D. Thrash. Let’s give it up for our new girl, Chastity.”

  I’m hardly paying attention, still laughing at Bash and the red lipstick kisses he’s got pressed all over his face. I told Ariel I’d pay extra for that. Bash has no idea it’s all over his face, or why North and I are dying laughing.

  From my other side, Bouncer gives a tap to my arm. “Hey, bro. Look up there. You recognize her?”

  I glance to the stage and my laughter dies. There’s a dancer in a hot-as-hell leopard-print bikini, if you can even call it that, with straps that crisscross up her body and barely covers her pussy and tits. She’s wearing thigh-high black patent leather boots that shine in the spotlight like wet oil. She holds a short cat o’nine tails whip in her hand and an O-ring choker wraps around her neck. But that’s not what’s got my heart racing. It’s the cat ears nestled in her teased-up pale fire hair. Oh, my God, that’s Michaela.

  The makeup is overdone but fucking sexy as hell with glittery eye shadow and exaggerated cat-eyed black liner.

  The woman up there absolutely owning that stage looks ferocious and fierce—a real wildcat. She strolls forward in the sexiest fucking strut I’ve ever seen.

  “Holy fuck,” I breathe.

  Ariel finishes with Bash, and suddenly all my brothers are watching Michaela’s sweet body undulate against the pole like she’s a cat in heat, wrapping herself around it and spinning in sensual twirls. It’s erotic as hell.

  I can literally feel my body flush with arousal, but that’s my woman up there, entertaining my fucking brothers. Oh, hell no. I stand to go drag her off the stage, but suddenly Chaos is standing in my way.

  “Sit down, brother,” he says in that quiet, scary way and stops me with a hand.

  “Prez, move.”

  He lifts a brow and stays put, daring me. “Let the girl finish her dance, Sly. We got payin’ customers in here. Besides, I thought you two broke it off.”

  A muscle in my jaw pulses as I clench my teeth and contemplate punching my own goddamn president in the face. I take a deep breath and sit back down. “Brothers before all others.” The motto rings in my head, but right now, I’m not feelin’ it.

  I watch Michaela dance, whether to prove to my brothers I’m not affected, or to prove something to myself, I don’t know. My mind reels. What the fuck is she doing up there? Does she know the Kings own this place? Is she that desperate for money?

  I slump back in my chair and rub my hand over my mouth as my eyes trail down her body. When she turns her back and struts, those thigh-high boots serve her ass cheeks up on a platter as sweet as can be, and I want to run my hands over them. I’m sure every guy in here is thinking the same fucking thing because bills are flying up on the stage. She prowls along the edge, teasing the customers until she finds her mark, falls to her knees and crawls toward him. She flings her hair around, then drops to lie on her back, twisting her legs in the air, first crossed, then spread wide as more bills fly on stage. The man she’s giving her attention to leans forward and stuffs a bill in her boot, and I’m sure copping a feel of her thigh while he’s at it.

  It’s fucking killing me to watch her. This three-and-a-half-minute song lasts about three minutes too long.

  At the very end, just as the spotlights flare before they’re about to go black, she pulls her bikini cups to the side and flashes her spectacular tits.

  The spots go out and men are whistling. In the dark, I see her scrambling around the stage, scooping up the bills and stuffing them in her boot. Then she scurries off stage while another dancer starts up on a side stage.

  “You know about this?” Bouncer leans over to ask Chaos.

  “Not a clue,” I hear Chaos growl back. “North?”

  “Nope.”

  A few minutes later, Michaela hits the floor to do lap dances. She hasn’t seen me yet. She looks uncomfortable trying to hustle tips. The bravado from the stage seems to have disappeared. Eventually, she looks over and sees the group of us, and her eyes widen while her mouth drops open.

  My brothers all look over at me.

  Bash teases, “I think I could go for another lap dance.”

  Bouncer grins. “Maybe a trip to one of the VIP rooms.”

  “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it, assholes,” I growl.

  “Aw, now you got me thinkin’ about fuckin’,” North teases.

  I practically vault out of my chair, storm over and grab her wrist, then drag her down the hall toward the VIP rooms. She quicksteps in those five-inch high-heeled boots that are fucking driving me wild as she tries to keep up with me.

  “Slow down,” she whines.

  I jerk my chin at our security guy who stands in the hall. “Take a hike.”

  He glances to my hand tight around Michaela’s wrist, meets my deadly serious eyes, then nods and retreats. Good thing, too, because I’m ready to tear someone’s head off, and all he needs to do is give me a fucking reason.

  I drag Michaela into an open room, slam the door and lock it, and release her. We’re in the Royal Room; everything in here is purple velvet from the carpet to the tufted couch facing the pole in the center of the room.

  Michaela stumbles back, grabbing her wrist. “What are you doing? I’ll scream.”

  “He won’t come.”

  “Why not? Isn’t he here to protect the dancers from assholes like you?”

  “He is.”

  “But he’s too afraid to stand up to your damn club, is that it?”

  “The club signs his paychecks.”

  She frowns and her voice drops. “What?”

  “The MC owns this place, babe. So that makes me his boss.”

  She backs up. “Oh.”

  “Yeah, oh. So I guess you work for me too, doll. And right now, I want a lap dance.” I move to the velvet couch and sit back, stretching my arms along the back. There are mirrors on the opposite wall, so I’ll have a view of every angle of her sweet body.

  Michaela turns to leave, but I stop her with my words. “What’s the matter, Chastity, my money isn’t good enough for you? Or are you afraid?”

  She huffs out a laugh. “I’m not afraid of you.”

  “So, let’s go. Thought you needed the money. You had the guts to get up on stage. Don’t stop now, kitten.” I’m challenging her, and just like I know it will, her chin raises in the air.

  “You think I won’t do it?”

  “I’ve got a thousand bucks in my pocket that says you will. It’s yours if you take it all off.” My eyes skate down her body. “Except those boots. I’m really diggin’ those boots on you, babe.”

  There’s a throbbing base beat that’s piped into the VIP rooms, which are all soundproofed against the music from the stage.

  “Dance for me, kitten,” I say, my voice low and gravelly with arousal.

  “A thousand dollars?” her voice is just a whisper as she questions the validity of my offer.

  I nod.

  She moves to the pole and turns her back to me, then clutches the smooth metal in her hands and widens her stance. Gazing over her shoulder, those sultry eyes connect with mine as she starts to snap her hips to the right and then the left, matching the throbbing beat. Boom chicka boom … chicka boom. I’m hypnotized by that ass.

  She glides a leg up along the pole and slowly humps against it in undulating thrusts, then arches and leans her back toward me, her long hair falling in waves toward the floor.

  My eyes skate up past her face to those phenomenal tits straining out of her top. She snaps upright and twirls around the pole. I asked her to dance, but dancing’s not really why I brought her in here.

  “Take off your top,” I order.

 
I’ve got to give her credit, she holds my gaze as she reaches up and removes it, then tosses it to me. I catch it in one fist before it hits me in the face. My eyes take in her bare breasts, her creamy skin, and those pink nipples standing at attention for me.

  She’s as aroused by this as I am. I grin, pleased as fuck.

  She puts her arms over her head and rolls her body in a fluid feminine movement. I can’t drag my gaze from the way her breasts jiggle, and I can’t wait to get my hands on them. But I promised my little kitten a grand if she stripped naked and she’s not there yet. I lift my chin to her bottom.

  She falters. “I’ll have to take the boots off to get them down.”

  I don’t like that idea, and have a better one. I stand, pull a knife from my boot, and approach her. She backs against the pole, her eyes on the knife. I slip two fingers into the side of the G-string and slice through it with a quick flick of the blade.

  She gasps in a breath as the garment falls to the floor.

  I back up and drop to the couch, returning the knife to its hidden sheath, then recline, my arms on the back. I stare at her as she slowly spins on her heels and shimmies to the music. I love the way her ass jiggles as she shakes it at me. After a few minutes, I can’t take anymore. I’m on fire to have her.

  “C’mere, kitten.” I curl two fingers, motioning her to me.

  She drops to her hands and knees and crawls toward me.

  Holy fuck is that hot.

  My dick strains against my jeans and the buckle of my chaps. My legs are spread wide as she moves in between them and runs both hands up the leather that encases my legs. She gets to the top of the chaps and cups her hands over my jean-covered dick bulging at my crotch.

  I literally groan. It’s pleasure and pain all wrapped up together.

  I reach out and slip my finger through that O-ring on her leather collar and draw her up my torso. Her naked skin is warm against my clothed body, and I can tell that the friction she feels from her bare breasts rubbing along my denim shirt and cut is driving her wild. She moans deep in her throat and I can sense the vibration through the O-ring.

  I want to own this girl, and this is the closest I may ever come to that feeling. I cover her mouth with mine as my free hand strokes down her back to that ass driving me insane. I clench one cheek in my hand and all I can think of is how I’d love to use that cat-o’nine tails on her. I break the kiss and spot it on the floor where she dropped it when I first dragged her in here.

  I jerk my head toward it. “Go get that.”

  She glances over, then looks back at me, and I know she’s wondering what I’m intending. I cup her chin and brush my thumb over her lower lip. “Not gonna hurt you, babe.”

  “Sly—”

  “Michaela, you and me got some talking to do. I swear to you I’m gonna prove I had nothing to do with your father’s death. But right now’s not the time for that discussion. Right now, it’s just you and me in here. I think if we’re both bein’ honest, neither one of us can resist the fucking pull we have for each other. You gonna deny it?”

  She shakes her head and finally concedes with a whisper, “No.”

  “Then give us these few minutes, babe. That’s all I’m asking for.” I motion to the whip on the floor again and wait with baited breath to see her response.

  She moves to do my bidding and holds it out to me. In that one gesture, it’s as if she’s handing me everything, the power and, most of all, her trust. My chest tightens from the feeling swelling inside me. In return, I want to give this girl everything. But right now, I want to coax a reaction from her, draw her emotions out with every sensation of my touch.

  I pull Michaela between my legs again and trail the dangling leather strips over her ass, teasing her flesh. I move it up her back and down again, then I stroke the whip down the crack of her ass to her pussy. She writhes and shivers, her breasts popping forward.

  “Sly,” she gasps.

  I trail it around to the front and tease her pussy lips gently, rubbing it back and forth. “Get yourself off with it, baby,” I whisper as I stroke her again and again. She begins to move, doing as I tell her. I keep at it until it’s slick with her arousal. Her breasts are bouncing when she finally orgasms with a gasp.

  I unbuckle my jeans and chaps and pull out my hard dick. I stroke it from root to tip and brush my thumb over the pre-cum that drips from the head.

  “Lick your lips,” I growl.

  She does, her eyes locked on my movements.

  “You want it? You want to suck my dick, pretty girl?”

  She nods and I drop the whip, hook my finger in the O-ring of her collar, and tug her down until her mouth closes over me.

  I drop my head to the back of the couch, my eyes closing at the incredible sensation of her lips and tongue on me. I look down at her again, not wanting to miss a moment of the vision of her going down on me. I yank those ridiculous cat ears off her and sink my hands into her teased-up hair.

  I can’t get over the sensation of her hot mouth around me. I thrust up, holding her tight with my fists in her curls.

  “Fuck, yeah, baby doll. Just like that.” I urge her on. I’m breaking every fucking rule in the club, and I don’t give a damn. Michaela pushed me over the edge tonight, and there’s no going back.

  This scene is playing out like two trains on a collision course with no way to stop them. From the moment she walked out on that stage, I knew there was only one way tonight was going to end and that was going to be with my dick in her mouth and sweet pussy.

  And I’ve waited long enough for the latter.

  I pull her mouth off me and haul her body up until she’s got a knee on either side of my hips, then I dig a condom out of my hip pocket and roll it down. She’s spread wide and that’s just how I want her. I can smell her sweet pussy, that musky, erotic scent that drives all thoughts from my head but the overwhelming need to take this woman and make her mine. With two hands on her ass I lift her up and guide her down onto my shaft, impaling her and locking her down with a tight hold. She moans and gasps at the sensation. I’m so fucking hard for this girl, and she’s soaking wet for me, her warmth enveloping me in a tight velvet glove.

  My hips lift, thrusting up again and again as I hold her pinned, giving her no room to escape me, allowing her no control. I’m fucking her my way, hard and deep. Her breasts bounce in my face, and I lean forward and capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard.

  Her back arches, thrusting her chest toward me, wanting more. I give it to her, dragging my teeth over that sweet nub and then treating the other one to the same.

  I move my hands around her hips until my thumbs reach her pussy lips. I rotate them slowly in opposite circles brushing against that hidden clit until Michaela is gasping and bucking against my hands.

  I don’t let up until she explodes in orgasm, moaning and shuddering in my arms. Then I stand, staying balls deep inside her as I spin and drop her to her back on the couch and lean over her, one foot on the floor and a knee in the cushion. I’m able to get much better leverage to take her the way I want. She’s slick with her release and I pump in and out of that liquid silk, faster and faster. Changing the angle, I drag her hips up until I find that trigger inside her.

  “Oh, God,” she moans. “There, right there.”

  “I’ve got you, baby.”

  I thrust in and out of her until she explodes a second time. Only then do I let myself detonate, coming long and hard before collapsing on top of her.

  As our breathing slows, I brush the hair back from Michaela’s face. She looks away, avoiding my eyes. She can hate me all she wants, but she can’t deny the fire that burns white-hot between us. Neither of us can, apparently.

  I feel like a shit, but I’ll be damned if I’ll apologize for any of this. In the end, she wanted it as much as I did, whether she’ll have the guts to admit it or not.

  I climb off her and pull her upright. She covers her breasts with her arms and crosses her legs.

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nbsp; I dispose of the condom in a handy wastebasket and tuck myself back in my pants, buckling back up. I’m now fully dressed and she’s still naked except for the boots. It’s a power dynamic I can’t say I don’t like. I move to stand in front of her and lift her face to meet my eyes. “You’re mine, Michaela. From the moment I laid eyes on you, you’ve been mine. Get dressed. I’m taking you home.”

  She lifts a brow, and I can tell she may have given in to the intense desire that seems to engulf us whenever we’re near each other, but she’s not ready to play nice yet.

  “Dressed in what? You sliced up my bottom.”

  I grimace. She’s right. I glance around. There’s absolutely nothing in here to cover her with. I pull my cut off and lay it on the couch next to her, and then I start unsnapping my denim shirt.

  She frowns. “What are you doing?”

  “Givin’ you the shirt off my back. Just like I’d give you everything, you let me.” Her eyes start to glaze, but I ignore it. I’m not ready to handle tears tonight. I pull the shirt off and toss it to her.

  She quickly slips her arms through and snaps it up. I pull her to her feet. She’s not short, and even though it’s a man’s shirt, it still only comes to just below her ass, leaving about six inches of bare thigh between the tails and the top of those boots.

  Knowing she’s naked underneath has my dick getting hard all over again.

  She sees my eyes trail over her and shakes her head. “Not gonna happen. As a matter of fact, where’s my money?” She holds her hand out, palm up.

  The corner of my mouth pulls up, and I slide the wallet from my back pocket. I grab the stash of crisp hundred-dollar bills and count out ten, laying them in her palm.

  Her eyes get big.

  “You think I didn’t have it?”

  “Is this drug money?”

  “Actually it’s gun money, if you want the truth.” I grin.

  She’s not amused.

  “You earned it, every penny. Best thousand bucks I ever spent, kitten.”

  She tries hard but can’t hide the little smile that plays at her mouth as she bends and shoves the money in her boot.