So Hot MC Boxset

by Blair Grey

  The way her body opened up for me had my head feeling light like I’d just taken a hit off some heavy shit. “Your cunt is welcoming me in.” I slid deeper and deeper until I was all the way in. The heat was intense and unlike anything I had ever felt before. “You’re fucking amazing, baby.”

  “Show me.” Pushing her ass back, she gave me one order, “Promise not to stop when I beg you to.”

  Pulling my cock back out of her, I looked at the slick shine she’d put on me before pushing it back into her hot recesses. As I fucked her slow and steady, I got the feeling that I wouldn’t want to stop feeling this way. She’d been the only one to ever make me feel this exact way.

  Maybe it was the fact that I’d stolen her. Maybe it was the fact that she was the daughter of one of the men I detested most in the world. Maybe it was because of completely different reasons. Whatever it was, I didn’t care. I just liked the way it felt to be inside of her.

  Moving one hand along her back, I grabbed a handful of her silky hair, pulling it back as I began to thrust harder. She moaned as I growled, and the sounds reverberated off the treetops. The sun had begun to set, the light sifted through the woods as a cool breeze blew.

  The scents of the forest and her and I combined, filling my nose with something that proved to turn me into a complete animal. Ripping away her clothes, I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me, wanting to feel me inside of her as she kissed me hard.

  I placed her ass on the seat of my bike. Her hands ran over my back as I fucked her relentlessly. I felt her first orgasm as her pussy spasmed around my cock and her nails bit into my back.

  Turning her head to take her mouth from mine, she gasped, “God! Shit! Fuck!”

  I wasn’t going to give in to my own needs yet. I kept going until her pulsing slowed, then moved her again, making her lie back on the seat, resting her head between the handlebars. Ditching my boots and jeans, I pulled my shirt off then straddled her as she lay on my bike. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” Watching her flushed face as she lay there on my bike, I moved in and out of her. Her small tits jiggled with every thrust I made.

  She reached up, running her hand over my cheek. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

  Like I didn’t know that.

  “You’re gonna want more.” I thought she should know that no one ever wanted just one dose of what I gave out.

  Her legs encircled me as I kept up my steady pace. “I think you might too.” Arching her back, she began meeting every thrust I gave her until I was shaking with the need to release.

  “You on birth control so I can fill you with my cum?”

  Nodding, she bit her lower lip. “Yeah. Do it. I can’t wait to feel that powerful cock bursting inside of me.”

  She made me feel like a god, the way she looked at me with so much passion and desire – no one had ever looked at me the way she did. “Get ready.” My body spasmed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

  From my toes to the top of my head, my body felt as if it was pouring into hers. I couldn’t do anything but feel the pounding of my heart and the pull her body had on mine. Like the ocean’s tide pulls toward the full moon, my body pulled to hers.

  Trying to catch my breath, I finally opened my eyes to find tears falling from hers. She smiled weakly at me. “No matter what happens after this, you need to know that I will never forget about this. Thank you, Carl Davis.”

  Wiping away the tears, I leaned over to kiss her wet cheeks, then her quivering lips. “Nor will I, Brittany Kelly. Nor will I.”

  When I had no choice but to pull myself out of her warmth, I felt as if I had unplugged. I handed her, her clothes, then put mine on as we both remained silent.

  I don’t think either of us knew exactly what had just transpired between us. But something definitely had happened. That wasn’t just sex. At least not on my part, it wasn’t. Hers – well, I had no idea. But I hadn’t had sex with anyone but my late wife that led to tears afterward.

  We got back on the bike, then headed back to Johnny’s vacation house. The place I’d lied about to her, calling it my home. Already, the lie felt heavy on me. The whole kidnapping thing had been shoved to the recesses of my mind with the feelings that surged through me for her. But I still had to go through with it.

  I pulled around back, not wanting anyone to see that I was there. We went in through the backdoor, turning on the kitchen light. I took a deep breath, not really knowing what I wanted to say but feeling like I needed to say something.

  Her eyes searched mine, then she put one finger to my lips. “Whatever you think you need to say, you don’t. I’m not going to follow you around like a lovesick schoolgirl, Carl. I’m not a kid. I know that you could tell by how tight I was that I’m not very sexually active. You might be thinking that I might think that what we did back there was more than just sex to you. I know it wasn’t. I know it was what you do with any woman you want to. I know the MC code, is what I’m saying.”

  I didn’t want to say anything like that. “Um, k. So, are you free all weekend?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, I actually am. Why? Do you have anything you would like to do with me?”

  “I’ve got a thing or two in mind, yeah.” Pulling her into my arms, I looked into her dark eyes and found the slightest glimmer of light in them that I hadn’t seen before. “Getting out of bed isn’t one of them though. Is that cool with you?”

  “So cool.” Her hand pushed against the back of my neck, urging me to kiss her. “As long as you’ll be there too.”

  “I might be able to arrange that.” Our lips met and so much conflict filled me that it had my head thinking crazy thoughts. Thoughts about telling her what I was going to do and seeing if she’d play along, instead of me actually holding her hostage.

  But something told me not to do that. I didn’t know her well enough yet to know if I could trust her to help me. And why would she help me if she didn’t know me well yet either?

  What I did know was that our bodies seemed to be age-old friends who were glad to be back together after being separated for way too damn long. And already my body yearned to be all back up on hers. “What do you say, you go take a shower while I whip us up something to eat? I’ll bring it to the bedroom then meet you in the shower to help clean you all up.”

  “And then you plan on getting me all dirty again, right?” She smiled as she nodded.

  She’s not going to believe how dirty I’m going to get her.

  Chapter Four

  Brittany

  Aching all over, I stretched, feeling an empty spot next to me on the queen-size bed. “Carl?”

  Barely opening my eyes, all I saw was blurry light. The sun had already come up and it seemed I was all alone in the bed that he and I had shared the night before.

  I’d recalled his heavy arm lying over me throughout the night, but he wasn’t there, and I still felt some weight around my side. Rolling onto my back, I felt something cold against my stomach.

  Yawning, I had no idea what was going on and sat up to find out what I could. The one thing I noticed was that I wasn’t afraid. Whatever was going on, I trusted the man.

  As far back as I could remember, I had never known a man that I could fully trust. Then Carl showed up at the massage parlor and changed all that with just one night’s worth of unbridled passion.

  What he’d given me was far more than multiple orgasms. He’d given me something no one else had even tried to. He gave me a sense of self-worth.

  I’d been trained to please since birth. Carl made it his mission to please me. He’d done things to me no man had ever bothered to before. And I appreciated them all.

  Somehow, when he told me that I was beautiful, I believed him. It showed in his eyes – the way he gazed at me. He truly thought I was beautiful. And I thought he was the best-looking guy, I’d ever been with.

  He’d asked me to stay for the weekend, so I had at least a couple of days and nights with the man. I wasn’t going to be a fool and ask
for anything more than that. I would let him be the pursuer in this thing.

  The masterful way he took my body and made it his told me he liked to play the masculine role to the hilt. He wasn’t the type of man who wanted a woman chasing after him. He did the chasing.

  As I stretched some more, turning at the waist, then turning back again, I was reminded of the weight I felt around the middle of my body. Throwing back the blanket, I found a chain wrapped around my waist. “What the fuck?”

  Scanning the chain, I found it had a padlock holding the piece around my body to a long chain that hung down the side of the bed then ran over the floor all the way to the bathroom. Getting up, I walked to find the end of the chain and found it ran around the metal water pipes underneath the sink. Another padlock held it shut. I began laughing as I thought about why Carl had done such a thing.

  Master and slave! Of course.

  Why wouldn’t Carl Davis be the kind of man who liked to play sex games? Why wouldn’t one of his favorite games be that of Master and slave? And as long as he didn’t come at me with any contracts, this would be cool. For the weekend, I could do this. Not any longer than that, but for now? Yeah, I can do this.

  Looking in the mirror, I found marks along my neck, tits, and a few on my inner thighs where he’d sucked, bit, and nipped my flesh. I shivered as my body recalled how insane that had felt. And I had a whole weekend of more of the same.

  The chain allowed me to get into the shower where I found some coconut-scented shampoo and conditioner that I used. A body wash smelling of mint made my skin tingle as I ran the pouf over every last inch of me. I wanted to smell amazing when Carl came back to me.

  He’d been talking about how he was going to make me all sorts of wonderful meals while I stayed with him. He assured me that he could cook and loved to do it too.

  The way I grew up, no man ever cooked. The women did it all. They waited on the men hand and foot. I had just assumed that was how everyone did things. I had been wrong.

  Seemed only the men in my father’s circle acted that way. Seemed only the men I’d had to grow up and live around wanted women to feel beholden to them. Carl didn’t seem to want that at all. He seemed to be the type of man who cherished his woman and wanted to bestow gifts of pleasure upon her.

  I could handle that. I could handle someone making sure there were wonderful smelling soaps for me to use. I could handle someone making sure there were fluffy, fresh towels for me to dry off with.

  I ran the towel over my now clean body. The man really had dirtied me up. Wrapping the towel around my wet hair, I stepped out of the tub and saw a new toothbrush – still in the package – and a new tube of toothpaste sitting there.

  Figuring he had meant it for me, I opened them up and cleaned up my mouth. After all, I had lots of things I wanted to use my mouth for as soon as he came back to the bedroom.

  When I went back to the bedroom, I noticed my clothes weren’t scattered on the floor the way they’d been the night before. What I did find was an extremely soft white robe and a pair of satin pink panties that were folded neatly on a chair on one side of the room.

  Walking toward it, I decided to see where all the chain would allow me to roam. I could get pretty much everywhere I needed to be. It did stop me two feet from the door. And I walked toward the one window in the room and found it stopped me two feet from that too. Going back into the bathroom, I went toward that small window in the back and found I was once again two feet away from getting to it.

  “Man, he takes this shit seriously.” Shaking my head, I couldn’t help but smile.

  Walking back to put on the panties and robe, I had to wonder why he would have women’s panties in my size in the first place. It stung a bit as jealousy had me thinking he did this sort of thing a lot.

  Pulling the robe on, I went back to the bed – looking at the mess we’d made of it. Going to the chest of drawers, I wanted to see if there were fresh sheets I could put on the bed. I could at least do that much since he was doing so much for me.

  When I pulled the top drawer open, I found two more sets of sheets and got one out. But then I thought about how that was odd. No one puts sheets in their top drawer.

  Everyone knows the top drawer is for socks and underwear. So, I opened the next drawer to find it empty. And so was the drawer after that and the one after that too.

  Something wasn’t right. So, I checked out every drawer I could get to and then I opened the closet. “Nothing?”

  Chills all over my body had me hugging myself. I could’ve sworn he’d said this was his bedroom. But there was no way this was anyone’s bedroom. Looking around, I saw not one thing a person would normally have in their bedroom. Not one personal item was in the room.

  I hadn’t checked the one drawer in the nightstand and went to pull it open. Inside there was a picture frame lying face down. I picked it up and didn’t recognize either person in the picture. A man with no hair and a dark-haired woman smiled back at me. “Who are you?”

  Something started forming in the pit of my stomach. Things weren’t right. This was not Carl’s bedroom. So what was this?

  I began pulling the sheets off the bed as my mind spun in lazy circles. Trying hard to think about the things he’d said during the night, I couldn’t come up with any plausible reason why I was chained in a bedroom that wasn’t his.

  And who the hell are the people in that picture?

  I put the fresh sheets on the bed, then finished making it before taking the soiled sheets and placing them on the same chair I’d found the robe and panties on. My head was a complete mess. Only moments earlier I had thought I totally trusted Carl Davis. Now, I didn’t think I could trust him at all.

  Going to the bed, I sat down on it, running my hand over the cold steel chain that kept me there. My car was in the garage and I’d left my purse with my cell phone and keys inside of it. I looked at the window. The curtain over it was one of those heavy drape-like things. Sunlight came around the sides of it, but no one would be able to see inside – see me inside.

  He planned this.

  That had to be it. Carl Davis had come to where I worked and had seduced me on purpose so he could bring me here and lock me away. And for what? To be his sex-slave?

  I’d been told that I could let my imagination get away from me at times. So, I tried not to think the absolute worst of the man who’d given me so much pleasure. I went back to a place in my past when I’d seen a movie. A racy one that had become a blockbuster.

  As if a light switch went off in my head, I suddenly thought I knew what Carl was doing with all this. “He’s fifty-shading me.”

  From what I remembered, that man didn’t let his subs sleep in his room. He had a room just for them. That made a lot more sense. And since this was just a weekend thing, I supposed the chains were a thing that made it feel more real to Carl.

  Yeah, I can handle this.

  I could take anything Carl decided to dish out to me. His touch alone did things to me that nothing else ever had. If he decided to smack my ass with a belt, I would probably totally get off on it. And he didn’t seem like the type to want to hurt me just to be mean.

  I’d dealt with assholes like that before. Carl wasn’t like any of them at all. He wasn’t exactly a gentleman either. I found him to be a rare combination of hardness and softness, knowing when to have a heavy hand and a feather-light touch.

  Looking up at the ceiling, I took a deep breath. This wasn’t the first time I’d had sex with a man I didn’t know much at all. I didn’t do it often, not even once a year, but I had done it.

  You’re an idiot. This is dangerous.

  Sometimes a voice in my head – a female voice that I thought of as my mother’s - told me rational things. And it was screaming at me now. You’re chained to a fucking bed, Brittany. You’re wearing nothing but panties and a robe. You’re at the mercy of a man you know so little about that it makes no sense at all.

  So, what did I know about the m
an who was president of the MC my father spoke harshly about?

  What had I overheard about the Iron Cobras?

  Being the daughter of Arthur Kelly meant that I’d gotten the hell beat out of me on many occasions. It had happened so often when I was little, that I didn’t have many memories of my childhood.

  I walked through the living room once when my father and two other men were talking. All I could recall was shouting, then I was grabbed up by one arm and tossed into my bedroom. With incidents like that being the norm, I learned how to avoid areas my father and his buddies were talking in.

  All I really knew about Carl Davis was that he was the president of the Iron Cobras. That was it. I knew nothing else about the man.

  Carl had told me that his wife had been murdered. But he hadn’t told me anything else about himself. Nor had I told him anything other than I was the daughter of Arthur Kelly, the president of the Irish Reapers.

  The windowpane began rattling and I heard the thunderous sound of a Harley coming closer and closer, then the engine rumbled to a stop. “He’s here.”

  Not knowing what to expect, I sat up on the bed, made sure my robe hid my body, then waited. And I waited some more. Finally, I heard a door shut, boots thudded as he came across the floor toward the bedroom.

  My heart raced - my breath came in short, nervous bursts. Then the sound of his boots stopped. “Shit,” I heard a man say.

  Only it didn’t sound like Carl. This voice was higher than his was and less gravelly. The man who’d come to the house wasn’t him.

  So, who is it?

  I grabbed both sides of the robe, pulling it tighter around my nearly naked body. Looking at the doorknob, I knew I couldn’t even reach it to lock it. I was stuck there.

  Looking up at the ceiling, I silently asked my mother to protect me from whoever was out there. I’d made a terrible mistake in coming out to the middle of nowhere with a man I didn’t know, other than knowing he was one of my father’s enemies.

  The footsteps started coming toward the room again, and I broke out into a sweat. Looking around, I noticed that there was nothing within my reach that I could use as a weapon. Not a lamp I could throw, not a chair light enough for me to use to hit someone – nothing.