“OH? Really. You think you have all the answers hmm??? You think I am going to stop with one night after I got a taste of this sweet cunt? You are sorely fucking mistaken, Little One. SORELY FUCKING MISTAKEN!”
“OK, Tank, we can always talk about it later.” She says trying to soothe my anger at her dismissal of wanting her. “What was the Dungeon that you mentioned earlier?”
“That is not a very good change of topic Pearl. We will discuss our relationship later if it is that off putting to you to do it now.” Shaking my head I continue “The Dungeon is a club that the Devil’s Iron runs in Chicago. It’s a Bondage club, that I spent some time at helping Blaze, our MC’s president, getting off its feet and up and running.”
“I thought you were in security. How did you help Blaze with a Bondage club? With the security systems or something?”
“Yeah I did that, but, I also helped with some demonstrations and did different scenes for the first year or so that it was open. Little One, I am a kinky motherfucker which you are about to get a crash course in. Now, let’s see if the teacher can follow some simple directions, hmm??? No more talking unless it’s you screaming down the fucking walls,” I reply with a smug smile and a wink of my eye.
I lower myself to my knees and add, “Little One, leave those hands up above your head, if you move them I’ll have to differ my approach with you.”
Skimming my rough hands down the silky dress that she is wearing. I push the skirt up enough so that I have a view of her pussy which is glistening with need that almost drips down her legs. I take a closer look at the ring pierced through her clit and give it a good tug with my fingers. As she whimpers loudly I tug it again and say “Spread your legs wider, Pearl, I want to taste you.”
When she moves her legs, I bury my head in her thighs and dive in like a starving man. She tastes salty and has the sweetest tang. Fuck me, I cannot get enough. All the while her moans and screams are just what I need to hear, letting me know that she is enjoying the fuck out of what I am doing with my tongue.
I keep eating her until she is on the edge of her third orgasm. When I feel her legs start to shake, I add two fingers pumping in and out of her tight, hot cunt, which is the point when her hands come down from the wall and into my hair pulling on it abruptly. I pull away, slowly tsking her for her non-compliance.
I hear a whine come from her lips. “Tank… Sir… please! I want, no need, more.”
“You will get more, Little One, but I told you to keep your hands high or I would stop and switch tactics. You will learn that I follow through on everything that I say. You will do well to remember that for the future. Now we will see how far you are willing to take this. Hmm?”
I stand up and place a hand at her lower back to lead her towards the staircase up to where the bedrooms are. As I push open the door, I tell Pearl to get naked and lie in the middle of the bed face up and to wait for my return.
As I walk down the hall to grab some gear I brought with me from home, I catch sight of the clock and see that we have three more hours. Three more hours is all we have. Three hours to play, three more hours to fuck, three more hours to convince Pearl that we are meant to be more than a one-time fling, three more hours to let her know that she is more than just a hole to get my dick wet in.
FUCK I just can’t get enough of her and we haven’t even fucked yet. What is wrong with me? It is like she has infected my brain and will not leave it.
Chapter 5- Pearl
I lie naked on the bed waiting for Tank to return, and keep telling myself that this is a one-time thing. Tank is in a motorcycle club, for Christ’s sake- he is not a good role model for family life or relationships in general. Tank is almost ten years younger than you he will not want to same things out of life- like to help raise some other guy’s kids. Tank lives an hour away, you wouldn’t be able to build a steady relationship with him even if that’s what you wanted, which you do not. I keep telling myself over the 20 minutes that I am left on the bed waiting.
As Tank walks into the room without his shirt on, all thoughts leave my mind as I slowly look him up and down he is like a piece of meat at the butcher counter to me. I cannot help but lick my lips at the sight. Both muscular arms have full-sleeve tattoos flowing down them, his pecs and abs are statuesque in their form also covered in a fair amount of ink. God this man is gorgeous. Why is he here with me?
A very husky voice breaks the silence, Tank begins a warning. “Pearl, I am going to bind your hands and feet, then we are going to speak for a little while. If, and only if, I like your answers we will continue what we were doing downstairs. Do you understand, Little One?”
“Yes, I understand, but could I please have something to cover up with? I am going to find it difficult to talk with you while I am butt ass naked.”
“No, but if it will help you, I will take my clothing off as well,” he says as a sly smile crosses his face as he reaches for his pants.
“Yes, I am sure that will help! Thanks a lot, Sir,” I say while rolling my eyes.
Quicker than I can comprehend, Tank has me turned over on the bed and administers ten quick strikes to my ass. “While those brown eyes are very beautiful, Little One, stop rolling them at me or this ass will be very tender for a long time to come. Now, let us begin with some questions. Hmm?”
As the binds are tied around first one and then the other wrist, the questions begin. “Tell me about your family, Pearl.”
Taking a moment to think the question over I look up into dark green eyes and begin, “I have two children, Rose is four and Iris is two. They are my heart and soul, and the joy they bring me is overwhelming,” Smiling I continue, “I am a better person because of them. My father died a while back and my mother retired down south so we don’t get to see her as much as we would like.” Quietly, I finish, “My husband committed suicide about two years ago, two months after Iris was born. I have been on my own since then.”
“Very nice, Little One, thank you for your honesty, it can be difficult to talk about family and I appreciate your effort.” Tank purrs as he licks my ear and slowly kisses his way to my mouth which he claims with a relentless kiss.
He breaks off the kiss and trails his hand from my face slowly down the curve of my neck and down to stop on my nipple. He starts to slowly circle my nipple and pull and twist the nipple ring with his fingers while he continues with his questions.
“As much as it pains me to hear of other men that you have been with, tell me how many men you have been with. When you lost your virginity and especially about the sex you have had in the last two years since you were widowed.”
Beginning my answer his light touching turns into a teasing and pinching. When I look down, I see something shining in Tank’s hand.
“Are those nipple clamps, Sir? I have never” he cuts me off as he first removes my nipple ring and then fastens the clamp. He hushes me with a finger on my lips and a shake of his head that reminds me I have a question to answer.
“Right, sorry, Tank, I mean, Sir. In my life I have been with eleven men and three women most of which were during college. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen years old to a boy who didn’t know an orgasm from a hole in his head. I have only been with my husband in the past ten years,” I get out before he is removing the other nipple ring and teasing starts on my nipple, while I wait for the bite of the clamp. “The only sex I have had for the past two years is masturbating with BOB which happens sporadically at best.”
“That’s very good, Little One. You being with women is something that interests me greatly. We might have to delve further into that soon. I do love that I will be the only one who has been inside of you in such a long time. Your cunt will be so snug when I am driving my cock home I can barely hold myself back from it. However, there are a few more things we must discuss before that happens. “
Tightening the second nipple clamp he carries on “Why are you so desperate for us to only happen for one night, Pearl?”
I
moan as I start to really focus on the feel of the clamps and begin my answer. “So many reasons, Tank. First of which has to be that you are not even thirty years old, for fuck’s sake.” I regret those words instantly as I feel a tug on the nipple clamps.
“I’m sorry Tank but I am a thirty-eight-year-old widowed teacher with two small children. I cannot even figure out why a twenty-five-year-old would want to have sex with me, let alone anything else? I just don’t know what you want from me.”
“Everything,” he groans into my ear “I want everything from you, Little One. I am twenty-seven-years-old. I thought I was wrong with the feelings and thoughts that I have had since we met a month ago when we were apart. Being with you tonight has proven that erroneous though. You are exactly how I remember and precisely what I want.”
At the same time he binds my legs to the bed, he utters his last question trailing his hands slowly up my legs. “Tell me yes, Pearl! Yes, that you will give yourself to me completely. Yes, that you will submit to me when and where I choose. Yes, that you will let me mark this beautiful porcelain skin. Yes, that you will learn to trust me without doubt. Say yes to everything, Little One.”
After what seems like an eternity of silence, I say, “YES, please, Tank. Yes, please, Sir. Yes.”
Our eyes meet as Tank slowly situates himself over me. “I need to be inside you right now, Little One, and this will be one hard quick fuck so brace yourself. When I am driving you to heaven and you cum all over my cock, call me by my given name, Little One, scream Abraham when you fly.”
Tank thrusts his hips forward meeting little resistance from my pussy which is dripping wet with want and need. As he continues his attack on my cunt without pause, he kisses me from my collar bone, ear, and mouth where he consumes me with a passion I have never felt before.
With the rumblings of an orgasm starting, Tank speaks coarsely while continuing his assault. “When you come, Little One, make sure you remember who is giving you this pleasure. I want your eyes on mine and your mouth screaming my name.”
And that is exactly what I did as he takes me to the heights of pleasure repeatedly. Using is mouth, his hands, and his gorgeous cock on me until I am breathless.
While I start to regain my composure, I look for a clock and notice it is nearing the time to be home so I slowly get up, freshen up, and redress. I walk towards the door into the hallway, and Abraham is behind me with a hand on my lower back.
“Pearl, I will take you back to get your car and then follow you home to make sure you get there safe. I would like to spend the night with you, but I know that you would like time before I meet your kids so I will give you that. However, know it is coming. I expect to see you tomorrow and Monday before I leave to go back. It doesn’t need to be a date or anything big I can just come to you when the girls have gone to sleep or whatever you are comfortable with. Now, that I have had you, I don’t think I can stay away for too long.” Licking his lips he reaches for my face “Please don’t try my patience on this Pearl,” he adds sternly rubbing down my check. “I added my number to your phone while you were getting ready so you can contact me later today.”
“Abraham… Tank, thank you.”
As we go outside, get ourselves situated on the bike, and head out into the night, my thighs and arms cling to Tank or Abraham with an optimism I have not had for a long time. I look forward to the days to come, especially those I get to share with this man who I have between my legs.
Chapter 6- Tank
When I follow her back to her house last night, I wished nothing more than to be able to stay with her. However, she has a right in safeguarding her kids until she is sure of me, that’s what I would want her to do if we had kids.
Getting off the bike I give her one last lingering kiss before she walks into her home. As I drive back to the house, I couldn’t help but grin knowing that I had made some good progress with Pearl. Although, figuring out that I want her in my life was a small shock to me, I guess I will just roll with it. Having an old lady can’t be that bad, right?
After getting some new security plans laid out for one of the brothers’ new bars, I decided to go for a ride the next morning. As I start driving along the lake front my thoughts drift to Pearl, and I wonder how long she will fight this attraction and if I would need to be the one to contact her, I almost hope that she would make me be the one to reach out to her so that I could give her another taste of my punishment.
I get back to the house and go to the fridge to get a drink out when my phone starts to ring and a smile comes to my face. “Hello, Pearl,” I greet her as I lean against the counter taking a swig out of the water I had got out of the fridge and already am fighting a growing erection.
“Hi, Abraham, uh, Tank, I guess I am not sure what I should call you.”
“When it is just us, Abraham is fine, I like hearing it spilling from your lips, especially when you are coming at my hands, or mouth, or cock. You will call me Sir when we are playing at home or if we go to the Dungeon. When we are with the Devil’s, with any of my brothers, or at the clubhouse, Tank will do nicely.”
“OK. Well, the girls are down for their naps so I thought I would call to see what you were doing and what your plans for the day were. I was thinking if you wanted to stop over we could spend a little time together? The girls should be out for two hours or so if you wanted to come now? Otherwise, they will go to bed tonight around 8:30 so we could spend some time together then instead if that works better for you? That is, if you were still interested in spending some time with me…”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes and we will discuss your doubts and questioning of me, Little One,” I answer as I walk towards the door to make my way to the woman who has me thinking of the future for the first time ever.
I pull behind Pearl’s house and catch a glimpse of her putting away toys from the yard. As I get off of the bike and take my helmet off, Pearl makes her way through the yard and opens the back gate for me.
“Hey, girlie,” was out of my lips as my arms reached for her and pulled her in for a kiss. We can’t keep our hands, mouths, or thoughts off of each other it seems. We spend the next hour and half outside talking about any and everything.
I leave with the promise to return after the girls go to bed for the night. It feels so right to be with her, and I hope that she will be more accepting to us spending much more time together over the next few weeks, months, or more.
I learned so much about the gorgeous woman who had caught my eye, my cock, and I was starting to fear my heart as well. She told me of her marriage and the man who had left her alone to raise their children. She talked of her lack of dating since his passing and how she was weary with the idea of introducing a man to her daughters.
She told me of the students with special needs that she taught. The passion with which she talked of her students shows how much she loves what she does. She impresses me more and more with every bit of herself that she shares with me.
The things that she talks about which have me listening most attentively to her were her inner thoughts and desires regarding sex. She was very open and honest as she told me how she enjoyed being dominated in the bedroom and that the way I had taken control of her turned her on to no end. How she was afraid, scared, put off to do anything other than holding hands or kissing in public. She also spoke about how the spankings I had given her had made the experience even better especially the marks that were left the next day. She enjoyed the hell out of both the nipple clamps and binding that I did the night before as well. She even indulged me in a fantasy she had involving two men, which would happen only with my permission and involvement at the Dungeon or over my dead body.
I told her of some parts of my life as well, about the security work I did. I told her about my family and how my father and through him, my mother, had been involved in the Devil’s Iron as I was growing up. I told her about my younger brother, Caleb, who had joined the army at eighteen and is serving yet another
tour overseas, and my little sister, Becky, who is in her junior year of college for nursing.
Speaking to her about how she was the first woman I had thought of for more than a day. I might have mentioned how much I wanted to have her meet my families: both the MC and my siblings and parents as well. She shied away from this topic, and knowing her insecurities about me meeting the girls I changed the topic.
I talked about my sexual proclivities as well. I told her how much I enjoyed dominating women in the bedroom. How much I had enjoyed going to the Dungeon while I was needed there by the club. I mentioned my enjoyment of rules and consequences while having sex. My favorite proclivities which Pearl had already found out about the night before, the special pleasure I find when a woman follows my instructions/commands.
I spoke to her about how she would be the first woman that I would get to truly try this out on seeing she was the only woman I wanted to be with on a long-term basis, which I could tell frightened her by the look in her eyes. I told her of my love of Bondage and suspension play as well as being able to see my handy work the next day or days later if there were bruises. I also mentioned my love for watching two women together, especially when I got to come in and finish off with them. This would be a topic that would come up again seeing that she was interested in both men and woman, and that I would love to watch her come apart under a woman’s touch, maybe one of the Domme's at the Dungeon.
I left her house late on Sunday evening horny as all fuck, with the hopes that I would be able to spend one more evening inside of her before I headed back to Chicago for the week. She told me that she would try to get a sitter for the girls for the night, which set my cock on high alert that we would be able to fuck again. Not that spending time with her meant I had to fuck her but, it would be nice.
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