Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7)

by Candace Blevins

  He wiggled my plug as he fucked me when he was in a position to reach it, but he waited until I thought I couldn’t possibly take anymore to put me on all fours so he could change my plug to a bigger one.

  I yelped as the one I’d had in came out, and then moaned as he pressed two fingers in and out, and then I whined in complaint when he added another finger. After wearing the plug for so long I wanted nothing more than to be left alone back there, and yet I’d have been disappointed if he’d stopped.

  When he finally pushed the larger plug in, I didn’t have as much trouble with it as I’d had with the smaller one. “You’re learning to accept it instead of fight it. If you keep this up, you might be ready for my cock by next weekend.”

  I shook my head and he chuckled, “Let’s see if I can guess what you want next.” He pressed against my pussy and I moaned. He gave a growly chuckle and told me, “Since you’ve done so good with the plug, I’ll give you what you want, but stay still and let me go at my speed.”

  He went so freaking slow it was all I could do to stay in place without pushing back onto him. I found myself begging him for more, for him to go faster, for him to please stop teasing me, but he didn’t relent. He went in soooo slow, and back out at the same crazy-making pace, and the bigger plug took up so much room inside me — and I was almost certain he’d made his cock thicker.

  When I couldn’t stand it any longer I pushed back onto him and pulled off. He let me go fast on him maybe five or six times before he pulled away and stood beside the bed.

  “Decision time. We can either go upstairs right now and everything ends — no orgasm for you, but I’ll beat myself off. Or, you can let me spank your bottom for disobeying, and then we’ll resume where we left off. You’ll get an orgasm at the end, but you’ll get it on my timetable, not yours.”

  He wanted to spank me? Seriously? I wanted to tell him off and walk out just for assuming it might be even a remote possibility… and yet I realized the idea of having him spank me had my heart beating even faster, and my need so great I was tempted to try to get myself off.

  “Spank me with what? And how many times?”

  He crossed his arms over his bare chest. “You either trust me or you don’t. If you want it to stop while I’m doing it all you have to do is tell me and it’ll end. Of course, that’ll mean we go upstairs and our sexy fun is done for the night.”

  He once told me he’d never hurt me, and I had to believe that was the case, now.

  “Okay, I trust you not to hurt me.”

  He shook his head. “No, it’ll hurt. A spanking that doesn’t hurt is pretty fucking useless. I won’t injure you, but you’re gonna feel it on your ass, and you’re gonna think twice about disobeying me in bed next time.”

  “Why do I have to obey you in bed?”

  He uncrossed his arms and pushed a strand of hair out of my face. “Because it’s who we are, Connie. You had sex with the nice guys before and it didn’t do jack shit for you. I’m the one who can give you orgasms but I’ve never promised to be nice when I do it.”

  He held my gaze as he talked, and I didn’t look away as I considered whether I was willing to let him spank me. Finally, I nodded and he kissed my nose.

  “It’ll be a light consequence this time, since it’s your first. Each one will be more intense, but this one won’t be terribly bad.” He sat on the side of the bed. “Stand between my knees and bend over my left one.”

  As I went over his knee, he grabbed my hands and held them to my back with one hand, and used his right leg to hold my legs so I couldn’t move. I was trapped, and he didn’t give me time to tell him I didn’t like this before his hand landed hard on my butt.

  He gave me enough time to process what’d happened and get another breath, and his large, meaty hand landed again. And again. And again.

  He told me later I got twelve strikes, but tears formed in my eyes halfway through. As the last one hit, he lifted me and turned me over so I was cradled in his arms, and he kissed me and told me how good I’d done, and then put his hands between my legs and his fingers in my pussy and brought me to a screaming orgasm.

  And then I was back on all fours and he was going so slow I wanted to scream as he told me not to move.

  I can’t explain exactly what he flipped in my brain that night. As a scientist I understand all of the drugs the body can produce, and the various mental states they can create, but it was as if he turned me into someone completely different. He put me in a world where I accepted I’d be spanked if I misbehaved — and I adored him for it even while I hated having to be still when all I wanted was for him to fuck me so hard I couldn’t catch my breath.

  I was still myself the next day, could still negotiate and argue with the same vehemence I’ve had since I came into my own as a woman… but in bed, he’s turned me into someone else. I’d never want anyone else to see me like that, but I’ve discovered I love belonging to him so completely in private.

  Chapter 36

  Gonzo

  Brain and I roared out of the compound Monday morning at eleven headed for Atlanta. Connie and the kids knew I wouldn’t be picking them up from daycare, and that I’d see Connie when I got home in the middle of the night but likely wouldn’t see the twins.

  I’d asked Brain to take me shopping for clothes I could wear to the twins’ graduation. Something expensive enough no one would look down their nose at me, but I informed him no way in hell was I wearing a tie. Since I didn’t intend to cut my hair or beard, I thought I’d go for rich eccentric as opposed to low-life biker. I understood my kids’ education might depend on what I projected, so I’d do what I had to because nothing was going to keep me from attending their little preschool graduation ceremony.

  Brain said we’d have to go to Atlanta to get the name brands I’d need.

  We had a prospect ride down with us, and made him stay outside to watch our bikes. I followed Brain into a mall and tried on clothes for thirty minutes before we had three possibilities. In the end we decided on black pants with a medium charcoal dressy shirt and a dark charcoal jacket. It worked because the jacket was a cross between a suit-jacket and a riding jacket, though I wouldn’t have thought it possible. The designer names meant nothing to me, but they must’ve meant something to someone because the damned shirt was nearly five hundred dollars. All told, by the time we’d picked out shoes I spent nearly eighteen hundred dollars on one fucking outfit. Society is truly fucked up if your worth is determined by your clothes, but what the hell — I’d follow the stupid rules for my kids.

  Besides, I paid cash for it, and I have more funds in cash than I know what to do with.

  We rode to the Atlanta clubhouse to spend a few hours with old friends, and headed back in time for me to be at the bar by eight for my shift.

  We had a pretty uneventful night, and when Dawg found someone around midnight he clearly wanted to bang, I took over the bar for him so he could leave early.

  When I finally made it to Connie’s, I couldn’t wait to stick a plug in her and then hold her the rest of the night. I’d told her to go to bed in a nightie but no underwear, and I looked forward to climbing into bed to see if she’d followed my orders.

  I decided to take it easy on her and use one size smaller than the one we’d worked up to. She’d dealt with a lot over the weekend and I knew she’d be sore.

  I was also certain she enjoyed the ways I was keeping her sore. Who’d have thought the prim, prissy, stick-up-her-ass Constance I’d first met would enjoy my kinda sex. I hadn’t taught anyone how to please a man in so long, it seemed like I last did it in a past life. All the women I’ve been with since joining the MC have known exactly what to do, and Connie was a nice breath of fresh air.

  I gathered the plug and lube, stripped to my underwear, and climbed into bed. We’d both agreed we should sleep with something on in case one of the twins needed something during the night, but I was going to make the no-underwear-under-her-nightie thing permanent.

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bsp; She rolled into the spoon position I enjoy with her so much when I slid between the sheets, and I smiled as I realized she’d done it in her sleep. I felt for her leg and ran my hand up her thigh, and smiled again when I reached her ass and didn’t feel panties. She moaned in complaint when I pulled the covers down, but didn’t actually awaken until I had a lubed finger in her asshole.

  “Not here!” she whispered.

  I put my mouth to her ear. “I know, I’m just putting your plug in. Be still and relax for me and you’ll be back asleep in no time.”

  She knew I’d hear the twins getting up and walking through the house, so she knew there wasn’t a chance we’d get caught. It was possible I’d miss hearing them if we were having sex, but for this — not a chance I wouldn’t hear. We’d already talked about it, so she put her head down, shut up, and worked with me to get it in.

  And was horny as fuck when it was finally in, but she cuddled with me as usual and didn’t ask me to get her off.

  Chapter 37

  Connie

  Gonzo wasn’t scheduled to work Tuesday night, and I dragged him to the den when we were sure the kids were asleep. I’d dreamed of sex in my sleep last night while wearing the plug, and then I’d been off my game all day as random moments of horniness assaulted my senses with no warning.

  I still had to be careful not to scream, and he had to rest his hand over my mouth a few times to remind me when I got carried away, but he gave me orgasms until I thought I’d never have one again, and then he gave me more.

  When we were at last both sated and wrapped in each other’s arms on a blanket on the floor, with another blanket over us, I asked again, “How long will I have to sleep with the plug?”

  His hand absentmindedly caressed my back as he lazily said, “Ask what you really want to know.”

  “When will I be ready?”

  Now, he chuckled. “Ready for what?”

  I don’t believe I’ve ever growled before, but perhaps he was wearing off on me because I actually growled at him before saying, “You know what I’m asking!”

  He kissed my forehead, his eyes dancing with mischief as he asked, “Do I?”

  In that moment I realized just how much I loved this man. He’d been so closed down when I’d met him, as if his face might break if he smiled. Now, I saw him smile every day as he interacted with his kids — and with me. I didn’t know what I’d done to earn this man’s affections, but I never wanted to do anything to lose him.

  “I love you.” It came out before I realized I was going to say it, but I didn’t regret saying it once it was out. Whether he returned the sentiment or not, he needed to know how I felt.

  “It scares the shit out of me, but I love you, too. In the near future we’re going to have a very serious conversation about security, with both Brain and Aaron Drake in the room, and possibly whoever you need to invite in from your company.”

  I tensed, but then forced myself to relax. “I work with Tyler and Patrick at Drake Security. Patrick is usually assigned to stay with me when I need a bodyguard, and every so often the two of them together look over my daily patterns and the security at all the spots I regularly visit, to see if we need to change anything. I received a phone call from Tyler yesterday to tell me Aaron Drake had discussed the internal cameras as well as a few other things with you, and he’d be contacting my employer to let them know I had someone serious in my life, and you’d need to be read in on everything in the next six to eight weeks if things continued.”

  “I wish you’d told me about the cameras inside. I missed them. I guess since they’re only active for unusual activity, and even then only for the split second necessary to take an image and transmit it, I didn’t pick up on them. It’s important I know about anything that could be keeping track of my comings and goings.”

  I’d known this was going to be an issue. “I had to make the decision to give up some of my privacy in order to keep the twins and me safe.”

  “I know.” He sighed again and kissed the top of my head. “We’ll figure it out. With Brain and Aaron working together, I’m certain we can find a way to assure your company we can keep you safe without digging into our privacy.” He touched his palm to my cheek and aimed my face up so our gazes met. “Now, ask me when your ass is going to be ready to take my cock.”

  I must’ve blushed from my toes all the way to my scalp. I opened my mouth to ask him, but then chickened out and said, “Yeah, that. When?”

  He chuckled and smiled. “If you can’t talk about it, I’m pretty sure you aren’t ready.”

  I growled again and said, “Fine. When will I be stretched enough for anal sex?”

  “Mmmmm.” He rubbed the back of a finger over one of my nipples and goose bumps traveled down my arms. “If I couldn’t make my cock thinner it might be a few weeks yet, but since I can… do you want to spend Friday night at my house?”

  He’d already told me he had to work Saturday night, so I understood why we were only invited for one night of the weekend. I nodded to let him know I did, even as I considered the fact we either needed to do some major work on my house so we’d have a better spot than the den to have sex, or we needed to build a house from scratch that would fit our needs.

  Chapter 38

  Gonzo

  I picked the twins up from daycare again, so we were all at my house when Connie arrived after work Friday evening.

  I could smell her nervous anticipation and I pulled her to me as we watched the twins run back into the yard to play with the marshmallow guns I’d bought them.

  “It’ll be okay. No more pain than you want, and more pleasure than you think you can handle.”

  She melted into my embrace as if she hadn’t seen me in weeks, though I’d kissed her goodbye this morning when she and the twins had left after breakfast.

  “You always make it good for me, but you’ll excuse me if I’m a little nervous. It’s kind of a big deal, and you can’t tell me you wouldn’t be a little worried if the plan was for me to—”

  “Never going to happen,” I interrupted with a smile. “I do things to you in bed, not the other way around.”

  She gave a happy sigh. “I know. I’m not sure why it works for me, but it does, so I’m not arguing.”

  I built the bonfire in my firepit as twilight settled around us that evening, and others from the circle brought their chairs and blankets and joined us. I’d bought enough supplies for a hundred s’mores, and I ate more than my share as I helped the kids and their new friends roast their marshmallows while others helped with assembly.

  Connie took the kids in at nine to handle the bedtime routine alone, and I stayed outside until everyone packed up and went home. I made sure the fire was out and came inside to hear her reading to them. I knew they heard me come in, so I went into their bedroom and sat while Connie kept reading. We tucked them in, gave them kisses, and went to my living room to wait for them to fall asleep.

  Chloe went right out, but Declan was padding down the hall ten minutes later to pee, and then another ten minutes later because he wanted water, and then another ten minutes later to pee again.

  I opened a bottle of wine and turned some soothing classical music on, and Connie and I drank in silence as we waited. I thought Declan would never fall asleep, but when they were finally both out, we headed downstairs.

  * * *

  Connie

  I thought I had an idea of what to expect, but then you never really know what Gonzo will do next, so I was a bundle of nerves by the time we went downstairs.

  The wine helped, but sitting and thinking of what was about to happen for so long had been horribly nerve-racking. Gonzo knew, though, and his resolution to the problem was to overwhelm my senses until I wasn’t thinking of anything except sucking enough oxygen into my body to stay conscious.

  He’d never picked me up and had me wrap my legs around his waist as he sat me on his cock before. He went too deep at first, which meant he made his already thick cock even fat
ter so he’d be shorter, and within minutes I was in the grip of a powerful orgasm that wiped all thoughts away.

  He liked for me to be on knees and chest with my back arched and legs spread to insert the plugs. If I was asleep, he’d do it with me on my side as he moved my top leg to give him access, but when I was awake I knew what he meant by ‘assume the position’, and so far I’d done it when he’d told me to. The spanking had been hot, but it’d also really hurt. He’d been clear he’d gone easy for my first transgression, so I wasn’t in a hurry to see what it was like when he didn’t go easy on me.

  So, I went into position when he told me to, and the realization I was basically obeying him made my back arch more. I loved belonging to him and knowing he expected me to do as he said in bed. I wasn’t following orders out of fear of consequences — I was following them because I wanted to please him. Also, because I knew he’d give me oodles and oodles of pleasure… but mostly because I wanted to be what he wanted. He’d given me so much, and all he asked was that I do as he said in bed.

  He’s told me that the twins and I brought him back to life, but I don’t think I was ever truly alive before he showed me what it can be like to love a man. He didn’t bring me back to life, he brought me to life for the first time.

  I hadn’t even known what I’d wanted, and he’d shown me. If his definition of my pleasuring him in return was to do as he said, I’d do it.

  In bed, at least.

  I gasped as a single lubed finger entered my bottom, and then moaned as fingers teased the outside of my pussy. Something hard pressed against my pussy and he said, “Relax and let it in.”