by Jamie Begley
“Razer,” Lily blurted.
Shade shook his head. “He hates it as much as I do.”
Shade could see her thinking of the rest of the brothers.
“Lucky?”
“He’s been tied down for years with the church and dealing with the demands of others, so he deserves a break for a while. Besides, he’s Viper’s VP, and he’s staying pretty busy with that job. Viper has his hands full with the two clubhouses, and he handles the business side of the factory. Lucky is actually with him on that.”
Lily went quiet then an inexplicable look crossed her face.
“I know someone who can handle the job.”
“Who?” Shade asked, ready to shoot her idea down. He had already thought this over several times before he had accepted. He was stuck with the job for the foreseeable future.
“Jewell.”
Shade opened his mouth to come up with a reason she couldn’t then closed it when he realized she was right. Jewell was tough but fair. She was often on time more than he was, and she was always willing to pitch in when help was needed. She was also extremely smart.
“I’ll talk to her.”
Lily’s face glowed. “What are you going to do if you don’t manage the factory?”
“I’ll still have to work there two days a week. We all have to put that time in. The other three days, I could work on my projects more. Some of the patents The Last Riders have were developed by me, and I’d like to spend more time doing that,” Shade admitted.
“Why didn’t you suggest any of the other women?” he asked, his lips twitching. “Bliss, for example?
Lily rolled her eyes. “We’re not exactly on speaking terms right now. Besides, she’s never on time and fills the orders too slowly. If she were to run the factory, it would be backed up with orders in two days.”
“Why aren’t you on speaking terms?”
“Did you know she was in love with you?” Lily asked instead of answering him.
“I suspected that she was, but neither of us talked about it, and she was aware I didn’t return her feelings.”
“You didn’t feel bad about having sex with her, knowing you didn’t return her feelings?”
Shade remained silent, raising a brow.
“I’ll take that as a no.” Lily blew her tumbled hair out of her face. “You’re a…”
“Whatever you’re about to call me, think about it and decide if it’s worth another stroke.”
“Ass. Jerk,” Lily continued defiantly.
“Aren’t we little Mrs. Spitfire tonight? That’s twenty-six.” Her fiery look had him struggling to retain his impassive expression. “Suppose you tell me what you want from me.”
“I want you to treat me like I’m your freakin’ wife! I want you to treat me as if I won’t break if you play too rough with me!” She stomped her foot in the high heels, almost toppling over. “Forget the safe word. I know the words ‘no’ and ‘stop’! I know the difference between those men raping me when I was younger and Saul whipping us. There’s a difference. You love me; they didn’t! I would never confuse you with them.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Shade grinned, straightening. “Then let’s see how you deal with your first real punishment.”
Lily’s dueling expressions had him going to the new cabinet he had purchased. He unlocked the side with his new toys, taking out his whip and flogger. Laying them on the foot of the bed, he then went to the wall beside the bed, taking down the two pictures and propping them against the wall several feet away.
Going back to the cabinet, he pulled out a set of chains, deciding on a thicker set than he had used on her before. The thinner ones were more like jewelry; these were not. Each time she moved, she would be aware of their weight.
Taking a pair of handcuffs which were padded, he closed the cabinet.
“Come here,” Shade ordered.
Lily walked toward him in the stripper outfit. Red was definitely her color.
Reaching out, he pulled at one of the strips of cloth coming down from the bow. It easily came untied, the cups of the top barely covering her nipples.
“I’m surprised you had the courage to walk through the room in this outfit.”
“I was angry,” Lily confessed.
“That makes two of us,” Shade said. “I’ll be right back.”
He left the room, coming back a few minutes later carrying the workout mat. He closed the door with his booted foot.
Lily’s eyes widened, watching as he used the loops on the end to hang the mat against the wall on the hooks the pictures had been hanging on.
“That’s convenient,” Lily snapped.
“I thought so.” Shade turned to face her when he was finished hanging the mat.
“Take off those shorts.”
Lily started to take off the heels.
“Leave those on,” Shade instructed her.
Lily paused then went to the chair, holding on to it as she pulled the tight shorts down her hips. Shade nearly had a heart attack when he saw what was underneath it.
A tiny black patch of material barely covered her pussy lips, and it was held in place by three tiny strings.
“Turn around,” he ordered hoarsely.
Lily obediently turned. He wanted to bend her over the chair and fuck her when he saw the black string between the cheeks of her ass. From his view, he could see her pussy.
“You can turn back around.”
Once Lily turned, her hands went to her hips to pull the tiny thong off.
“Leave it on. Come here.”
Lily walked seductively toward him, coming to a stop in front of him. He reached out to touch the patch, feeling how damp she already was. A blush filled her face when his finger went to his mouth, licking at the taste of her.
“Take my shirt off. From now on, you’re going to undress me every time we’re in this room,” Shade ordered.
“Yes, Sir.”
He studied her expression, seeing only acceptance.
Raising his arms, she took off his shirt. When it was in her hands, she folded it then placed it on the chair before coming back to him.
Shade took off his boots, leaving the jeans for her. Her hands went to his zipper, lowering it, and then she pulled the pants down. When he stepped out of them, she folded his jeans and placed them on the chair.
Shade drew her toward the mat, turning her to face him. “Give me your hand.”
When she held her hand out, he lifted it over her head after placing the cuff on her wrist, attaching it to the hook on the wall. Then he did the same with her other wrist.
He stepped away just long enough to turn his music on then returned to Lily, admiring the seductive picture she made.
With her arms cuffed above her head, the cups of the top of her bra left her tits bare. Shade took one of the ties used to make the bow, raising it as his other hand lifted her breast. He twined the tie over and under her breast, not too tightly, but enough to give her the sensation of being tied. He held the end with his teeth while he wrapped the other breast with the other tie. When he finished, he lifted his head. Then, taking the end of both ties, he tied both ends together in a knot. Her nipples poked out from the cords and her tits were pushed together, creating a deep cleavage.
Using his foot, he used it to make her widen her stance. He took a step backward again to observe his handiwork.
“If I didn’t want to fuck that ass so bad tonight, I would fuck your tits,” Shade stated darkly, stepping toward her then bending down to lick each nipple, making them tighten.
Lily whimpered. Shade ran a finger under the cords to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then his hand went back to her pussy, rubbing it through the black patch.
Going to his knees, he ran his tongue under the material, only giving her the barest touch of it against her pink flesh before standing again.
His hands went to her waist. “Your safe word?”
“Blueberries.”
Shade spun her to face the wall, turning the hook so it would flip.
His cock swelled as he ran his hand over her ass before going to her hair, tugging until her head fell back.
He stared into her eyes, letting the Dom in him have something it had never had with Lily—full reign.
“If you ever walk out of my bedroom like you did tonight, I will drag you in here then punish you in front of them.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m getting sick and tired of you running every time you’re mad at me. Do it again, and I’ll chain you to my wall and fuck you until I come, and I’ll make fucking sure you won’t for a week.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How many strokes did I say you deserved?”
“Twenty-six.” Lily’s voice was calm, and Shade heard no fear.
Stepping back, he picked up his whip, taking the position he wanted. He raised the whip, sending it forward. The last time he had used his whip on her, he had gently led her into her seduction. This time, it was what it was.
The sting he gave her had her going to the tips of her toes. He waited to hear her safe word, and when she remained silent, he raised it again. The first five strikes were little stings which would string together, giving her a light burning sensation.
He moved his trajectory of the whip to her other cheek, giving it the same treatment.
“How many is that?”
“Ten,” Lily answered.
“How many more?”
“Sixteen.”
Shade raised his whip again, that time making her back his target. The whip flew across the room too quick for the eye to catch. Each time the snap of the whip hit her flesh, it sounded throughout the room.
“How many?”
“Twenty.”
“How many more?”
“Six.”
Shade walked back to the wall, flipping her forward so she would be able to witness the last of her punishment. Going back to his position, the whip flew out again, hitting the cords which tied her breasts. Lily moaned. He gave her two more strikes, and she began whimpering.
“If you come, I will stop, and I will sleep on the couch tonight,” Shade threatened. From her reaction, she really didn’t like that threat. “If you deny something I want, I will deny you something you want.” Shade could practically see her trying to gain control of her impending climax. When he saw she had it, he cupped her pussy, rubbing his thumb over the patch which covered it.
Shade unhooked her arms. Taking off the handcuff and chains, he unwound the cords from her breasts, tracing a finger along the faint red lines.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Do you flaunt yourself in front of other men?”
“No.”
“You want to flaunt yourself in front of anyone, I’ll call Knox and invite him and Diamond over.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How many more strokes do you deserve?”
“As many as you think I deserve, Sir.”
“That was a good answer. I’ll have to reward you for that one. Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”
Lily went to the bed as Shade went to the nightstand, taking out the tube of lubricant before getting on the bed behind her.
“Do you have any idea how much I fantasize about your ass?”
“No, Sir.”
Shade ignored her pussy, squirting the lubrication on her tight hole. Using his finger, he thrust inside, working it gently in. Her hands and legs trembled but when she would have crawled forward, his hand came down on her ass and she froze in place.
He inserted another finger slowly, beginning to finger-fuck her to stretch the tight opening. He moved closer to her from behind, his other hand going to her belly before slipping under the thin string, gliding under the patch to rub her clit. Lily moaned.
“Don’t come,” Shade warned her again.
Removing his fingers from her ass, he put on a condom then placed his cock at the entrance and slid inside her inch by inch, feeling his own climax building to almost an uncontrollable point.
“I’m going to make you beg me for it,” Shade said, sliding inside of her until his balls rested against her. He leaned over her back, his mouth going to her neck. “What do you want me to do?”
“Move … please, move,” Lily pleaded.
“That’s not enough. Give me what I want … and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Fuck me! Please. Please … fuck me.” Lily buried her face in the blanket.
“Eyes, Lily. Turn your head and watch me fuck you.”
Lily’s head tilted to the side, watching as he slid his dick out then pounded it back inside her ass from the mirrors on the wall. A small scream escaped her as he lost control, giving her everything he had, driving himself deep.
Just as he felt himself about to come, he pulled out. Ripping off the condom and her thong, he rammed his cock into her pussy, stroking it roughly inside of her. Her screams intensified as Shade pinched her clit.
“I have to come … please, can I come?”
“Come for me, angel.”
Shade released her clit at the same time he surged forward, grinding his cock inside of her. Unleashing his passions, he spilled his own release in her throbbing pussy.
Lily was crying when he turned her to face him.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
Both of them were on their knees facing each other.
Lily shook as she stared up at him. “Is that what you’ve been holding back from me?”
Shade nodded, waiting for her slap or recriminations for hurting her. She shoved him hard against his chest, toppling him over onto the mattress before leaning over him, lowering her face to his.
“The next time I think you’re holding back on me, I will be the one sleeping on the couch.”
Shade laughed as her long hair fell forward and surrounded them. He lifted a hand, twirling a tendril around his finger. “I promise I won’t hold back with you anymore.”
Content, she dropped to his side, laying her head on his shoulder and placing her hand on his heart.
“I agree with you,” Lily said.
“Of course you do,” he stated arrogantly.
“Don’t you want to know about what?” Lily teased.
“I’m always right, but you can tell me which time you’re talking about,” he teased her back.
“Fifty years won’t be enough time.” Lily rubbed her cheek against his.
Shade lost his good humor.
Turning his head on the mattress, he said, “Don’t joke about that, or at least wait a while before you do. I haven’t recovered from you being in the hospital last time.” His eyes clouded at remembering how close he had come to losing her.
“I won’t.” She glided her hand over his chest, soothing him.
“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” He stared at the bright red bite mark on his shoulder.
“Did you threaten to marry Bliss?”
“I might have, but I was desperate. I had already tried everything else.”
Lily rose up on her elbow. “And did you say you would give our son cheap formula?”
“You already knew I’m a tightwad.” Shade shrugged, moving his shoulder away from her vicious teeth.
“You ass!” Lily’s head fell forward as she burst out laughing.
“You’re not going to say anything about what I said about him joining The Last Riders?”
“Shade, he already belongs. We both do.”
Chapter 96
Shade woke and glanced at the clock before sliding silently out of the bed. Going downstairs, he fixed a bottle before treading back upstairs to the nursery. He opened the door then went to his son’s crib where John was wiggling, his hands waving in the air.
“Daddy’s here.” Shade lifted his son, changed his diaper, and then sat down in the rocking chair. He placed the nipple in John’s searching mouth as his foot set the chair rocking
back and forth.
“You’re getting bigger every day. Your grandpa King brought you a fishing pole by today, said he was going to teach you how to fish.” Shade stared at the different sized colored fish he had painted on the nursery walls.
“Don’t worry; I’ll go with you and show you how to catch them. Your grandpa can’t fish for shit. The only thing he’s ever caught worth keeping was Evie.”
His son stared up at him with sleepy eyes that were now the exact color of Lily’s and King’s. Shade cupped his hand behind John’s head, ruffling the silky black hair.
Shade would never forget the day he had thought his son had been crushed underneath their house. The Last Riders had worked hard to help them rebuild it, only taking three months to complete. He was sure having a baby in the clubhouse had sped up the process. Not one Friday party had taken place while they had stayed there, despite Shade telling them it was unnecessary since he kept Lily and John downstairs. However, no one had wanted to. Instead, they had usually spent the Fridays grilling burgers and hanging out in the television room with the women fighting over who would hold John.
Shade lifted his son to burp him. When John finished, Shade made no attempt to put his son back to bed, cuddling him against his chest as he rocked his son back to sleep.
Staring down at his perfect son, he didn’t have to wonder at the emotion that filled him whenever he shared these private moments. It was contentment.
“You’re going to spoil him,” Lily warned softly from the doorway
“You can’t spoil a baby by holding him too much.” Shade lifted John closer to his chest as Lily came farther into the room, dropping down to the carpet where she rested her head against his leg.
“Do you miss it?”
Shade didn’t have to ask what she was questioning him about. It was their first night in their new home, and you could still hear the noises coming from the clubhouse. Shade was sure they were celebrating not having a baby in the clubhouse anymore.
“No, and if I do, we can always get Evie or Fat Louise to babysit.” He stared down at her with a wicked smile, not missing the shiver that coursed through her body and the tightening of her nipples against her thin gown. “Or I can wait until John’s asleep and tie you up to have my way with you then.”