by Jenika Snow
“Can we talk?” she asked in this almost timid voice.
He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable around him, but things had definitely changed. Things were dangerous now, and not just because of everything going on with the club.
“What’s up, Callie?” He grabbed a cigarette from inside of his cut, knowing he should quit, but feeling on edge because of tonight and everything that had happened thus far.
She glanced down at her hands in her lap. She was twisting them together furiously.
“You don’t have to be nervous, Callie.” He put the cigarette between his lips, lit the end, and leaned back on the couch, and stared at her.
“Well, you know I do, and I’m surprised you are able to stay as calm as you are.” She looked at him and smiled, and it seemed awkward as hell. “So,” she cleared her throat. “I said thank you, but I want you to know I really appreciate all you did for me in bailing me out, and letting me be the one to tell my dad.”
“You’re Kink’s daughter and a member of this club family, Callie. Any member of this club would have done the same.” He turned his head and exhaled. “But he needs to know, Callie. When do you plan on telling him?”
She shrugged but didn’t respond right away.
“He needs to know, Callie, because it’s not right. I agreed to let you be the one because you asked, but if he isn’t told I’ll do it.” He sat there, staring at her and seeing that she was growing increasingly uncomfortable by the way she was fidgeting. He didn’t know how to put her at ease, though. The truth was he felt awkward as hell over all of this, and guilty on top of that.
“I know, Lucien, but right now isn’t the best time. I’m sure you’d agree.”
He nodded.
She looked at him again, shifted on the couch so she was facing him fully, and exhaled loudly. “Well, that was all. I just wanted to say thank you again. But once this is all said and done I’ll tell him.” Lucien inhaled, turned his head to exhale again, but kept his gaze on Callie. “Do me a favor.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay.”
He took one more hit, and then turned to snub the cigarette out in the ashtray sitting on the table beside him. He stared at her for a prolonged moment and then said, “Don’t ever put yourself in that position again, Callie.” He leaned forward, so close that he could feel her body heat, and practically smell the nervousness that poured out of her. “You’re a beautiful, smart young woman, Callie, and you knew better than to get involved in shit like that. You could have been raped or killed, do you understand?”
She nodded slowly. “I know. I was having a bad night, and I know it wasn’t an excuse, but it was how I dealt with it. I’m so thankful I have someone like you in my life.” She reached out and placed a hand on his. He tensed at the touch and pulled his hand away quickly. She cleared her throat and looked nervous again. “I’m sorry.”
He stared into her eyes, ones that were the exact same shade of blue as Kink’s, and cursed internally. “Just don’t fucking do it again.”
She nodded again, her eyes wide, frightened almost.
“I just don’t want to see you hurt, Callie, because if someone fucked with you…” He held her gaze with his own for several long seconds. “...I’d kill them.” He said it deadly still. “Because you and I both know that if someone hurt you, this whole fucking club would draw blood because of it.” He heard her swallow, but he needed to get away from her, because his emotions were raw right now. “Be careful from now on.” He got up, headed toward his room, and grabbed a club girl that passed him in the hallway. Right now he needed a willing woman to help get this anger, frustration, and self-loathing out of him. Right now he needed a good, raw, hate fuck, and this club woman that was already rubbing her big, fake tits on him, was going to help him with that.
Chapter Eleven
Here Cookie was, sprawled out in Kink’s bed, her legs spread, and his massive shoulders wedged between them. He had his hands on her thighs, his mouth on her pussy, and was sucking the hell out of her. She loved the little growly sounds he made, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Some might think it was strange that she was so comfortable with Kink after only just getting involved with him, and after the crap she had endured during her life, but she grasped onto this feeling of completeness.
“Come on, baby, give me one more while I have my face buried between your pretty thighs.”
And then she was moaning out in pleasure. When the second orgasm faded Cookie breathed out. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t even concentrate as she tried to get her bearings.
“Tell me, Bailey.”
She loved that he interchanged the names he called her.
“Tell me you want me to take you.” The thing about Kink was that he was so very dominant, so alpha, that she couldn’t help but surrender her body to him. He never let her down, always gave her more than she could handle, and she found herself begging for more. He murmured against her sensitive flesh again, and she sighed.
“I want you any way you’ll give it to me, Kink.”
He rested his head on her inner thigh, his warm breath teasing her folds. She wanted, no, needed to feel him inside of her.
He settled his body on top of hers and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her head closer. Their lips were inches apart now, so close that it was maddening how much she wanted him to kiss her. She could see the glistening wetness on his lips, and loved that his mouth was swollen and glossy because he had been pleasuring her.
“Everything about you makes me so fucking hot I can’t even breathe, baby.” He ran his lips lightly across hers, not really kissing her, but tempting her all the same. He pulled back slightly, and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip, tasting herself. Cookie wanted so much more from him.
“All I have to do is think about you and my dick gets rock-fucking-hard.” He ran his tongue along her top lip. “Nothing helps ease the ache.”
Although she knew he was leaving tonight for club business, and although he didn’t go into details with her about it, she knew he was going to exact revenge on the church that had hurt everyone. She was scared for him and wanted to spend time with him, because for all she knew he could die tonight. But she wasn’t going to bring up why she was upset, or that she was so frightened for him.
She trembled as he spoke softly. He replaced his lips with his tongue and ran it across her bottom lip now. She closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations.
“You smell so damn good, taste so fucking good.” He ran his fingers down her side. “Your hesitation and desire are like a drug to me, Cookie, like a high I can’t live without.” He pressed his mouth gently against hers before moving it to the shell of her ear. A moment of silence passed, and then he whispered, “And your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. You’re so soft down there, warm and wet, and so damn pink.” He groaned out the last word.
Her blood pressure spiked, and a flush spread throughout her whole body. Her arousal slowly trickled out of her pussy and made a trail down the crease of her ass. She didn’t have time to feel embarrassment over the latter, because Kink slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked her until her legs shook on their own.
He growled in her ear. “If not for my self-control I’d be fucking you right now, hard and fast, and listening to you scream my name because I’m making you feel so damn good.” He slipped a thick finger into her and slowly pumped it in and out. “But I want to savor this, bring you as much pleasure as you’re bringing me.” He moved his mouth to the pulse point at her throat while he continued to fuck her with his finger. “You’re so wet for me, Cookie, so wet my whole hand is soaked because of it.”
She gasped out.
“This slick little pussy is the tightest I’ve ever felt.” He slipped another digit into her body and then another until he was thrusting three fingers deep inside of her. He twisted his fingers inside of her and bumped against her G-spot.
“Soon my cock is going
to replace these.” He emphasized his point by scissoring his fingers inside of her. He moved them faster, harder, and the sound of her flesh sucking at him seemed to fill the room. “Just the feel of your sweet little pussy sucking at these digits could make me come, baby.”
She gripped onto his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh. She found herself wantonly grinding herself on him, moving her hips up and down, and biting her lip to try to hold off from coming a third time. She had never gotten off this many times before, but Kink was merciless as he drew the orgasms out of her easily. He brought his thumb to her clit and started rubbing it back and forth with expert precision. All other thoughts or actions ceased, because in the next second she couldn’t stop herself from climaxing. Crying out unabashedly, Cookie pumped her pussy faster and harder on his fingers. He grunted in pleasure against her ear, but never stopped rubbing her. She felt drained in only the best of ways, and had to push his hand away when she became too sensitive. She could hear the almost frantic thump-thump of his heart, and she took comfort in knowing that it was just as fast as hers.
There were no coherent thoughts running through her, just mindless need that had her every cell on fire, even after everything Kink had just given her. She opened her eyes and glanced down to see his erection against her thigh. He was so hard for her. She flattened her hands against his chest and gently pushed. When he was on his back she lifted up and stared down the length of his body. Tearing her gaze from the hard length of his cock, she stared into his eyes. Of course, he held an unreadable expression, one that had nothing to do with the shadows playing in the room. The man before her was hard in more ways than one, and he was leaving tonight to do something very dangerous. The thought that this might very well be the last time she saw him weighed heavily on her.
“Baby, stop thinking about what is not right here and right now, okay?” he said softly, and lifted a hand to brush a lock of her hair away.
She nodded, knowing that negative thinking never helped a situation, and in fact only made it worse. She glanced at his shaft and reached out to take hold of the root of it. Kink hissed when she tried to wrap her fingers around the girth, and squeezed. A part of her wanted to please him as much, if not more, than he had pleased her.
She didn’t wait for him to say anything, but did notice, even in the darkened room, that he was holding onto the sheets with a white-knuckled grip. Cookie leaned down and brought her mouth to the tip of him. She could feel his heat and opened her mouth wider to flick her tongue over the ridge of the tip. No noise came from him, but he was breathing heavily enough that his abs were clenching with so much force his six-pack was standing out in stark contrast. She wanted him to ache for her like she did for him. Cookie ran her tongue over the flared edge and engulfed him, at least as much as she could. The taste of him exploded in her mouth. It was salty, sweet, and had her pussy becoming wetter for him. She groaned around him and tightened her fingers around the base of his dick. Despite her earlier orgasms, her pussy was drenched and her clit throbbed. She sucked him hard and deep, and when he gripped the back of her head and started thrusting into her mouth, she knew she had power over Kink that most didn’t. It was empowering, and she reveled in it. His whole body was strung taut, and she knew he was going to come very soon. He tightened his fingers in her hair, but before she could taste him fully he pushed her back. His breathing was haggard, and the look he gave her heated her entire body.
“On your back with your legs spread, baby.” When she did what he said she watched his expression waver for a moment. His gaze dipped between her spread thighs, and he let out a gruff sound. “Jesus, baby.” He ran a hand over his mouth. “I want to be inside of you so fucking bad.” He slid his gaze to her, and a mask of composure covered his expression instantly. “Tell me you want my cock in you. Tell me how much you want me to be with you.”
She had come to learn in this short time that he liked hearing her say these things, and she realized she loved saying them to him.
“Fucking tell me, Cookie, tell me to own it because you freely give yourself to me. Because you’re mine.”
Oh, God. His words were like gasoline on a fire. It was like he knew exactly what to say to have her on the precipice of climax. “Be inside of me, Kink. Make me yours, and own me because I am freely giving myself to you.”
In the next instant his hard body was blanketing hers. He took her mouth in a searing kiss, and she wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Cookie’s pussy convulsed on its own as the weight of him pushed her into the mattress. He was so much bigger than she was, and his strength was immense. It was hard not to take that into account every time she was with him. But for her there was only Kink, this MC member that didn’t take shit from anyone, who was coarse and crude, hard and unforgiving with others, but with her showed a gentler side. He made her feel like she didn’t need to have fear when she was with him, and that she was a stronger person than she gave herself credit for her. How strange that she could feel this powerfully for a man that was still so new in her life. . She had been the one that decided to take this to the next level, and she wasn’t going to sit around and worry about all of the bad things that could happen.
“Make me yours, Kink,” she said between kisses, and he groaned out.
He clasped her wrists in one of his hands and brought them above her head. He had told her all the kinky things he liked to do, which was why he was given the nickname by the club. And although one day she wanted to be able to experience everything he had to give in that respect, right now this was enough. She gripped the cold, hard bars of his headboard. A ghost of a smile flittered across his face, as if her act of submission pleased him. When he moved his hands over her collarbones and down to her breasts she closed her eyes and arched her back. Yes, that was what she needed, what she wanted and craved. She yearned to feel his callused hands scrape over her flesh, for him to truly show her what it meant to be cared for in the most primal of ways. He tweaked her nipples, massaged the mounds, and brought a flush of heat to her chest. But the actions he delivered to her were soft, gentle, and didn’t have this frantic need pulsing inside of her. It was a slow and steady thump in her body, filing her, claiming her, and bringing her to heights she had never even thought were possible. A wave of lust slammed into her so hard it took her breath away. This wasn’t just about having sex, but about giving Kink a part of herself that she had never given to anyone before.
The feel of his erection pressing against her cleft had the desire to rub against him rising to the surface. But she didn’t act on her instincts to do that, because she knew that if she was patient and obedient, he would bring her to a place she had never dreamed of.
His warm breath moved across her ear, and she forced herself not to turn toward him. He thrust his hips back and forth against her, slow, easy, but determined and calculated. That wave of power filled her again, and she knew that just because he was the one in control right now, she still held this dominating, hardened biker in the palm of her hand.
“Are you ready for me, Cookie, for this?” He squeezed her breast lightly. “Does the idea of what I do, of what I want to do, scare you?” This man was used to the good, dirty kind of sex. He liked the kind that was kinky and dark, and had always filtered through the back of her mind, but was made up of things she was too afraid to even contemplate. But even though he had asked her a question he didn’t give her time to respond. “I’m not any good for you, Cookie, but I’m too selfish to walk away, to let you go.” He continued thrusting back and forth against her, making her wetter, hotter. “The world you’ve lived in has been ugly and cruel, and you deserve something beautiful and light, something that matches who you are.” His words were meant to be soft, but she still heard the huskiness in them. “The world I live in should scare the hell out of you, not turn you on.” His mouth was still by her ear and his hands were still on her breasts. “But you’re still here, and you aren’t going anywhere, are you, baby?”
; She shook her head, not able to speak. His words may have held a note of desperation and despair in them, but his body was still primed for her, just as hers was for him.
“I crave you so fucking bad, and have never wanted someone as much as I want you.” He emphasized his point by pressing his erection against her, and a soft sound left her. “I admitted I’m a selfish bastard because, even though I know this is wrong on so many levels, I can’t stop. I won’t.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She turned her head and kissed him hard. The sound he made had her heart pounding harder and faster. She didn’t want him to stop … ever. “Please, Kink, just take me. I don’t care about all of that other stuff.”
He slipped his tongue into her mouth at the same time he reached between their bodies and aligned the head of his cock to her entrance. She lifted her hips, knowing that she couldn’t take it anymore, and was desperate to feel him stretching her.
“Please—” Her words were cut off when he started to push himself into her nice and easy. She broke the kiss and threw her head back, groaning out her pleasure. When he was fully inside of her he let he let her have a moment of time to get used to him. He then started moving back and forth, making love to her so sweetly that she was gasping for words to tell him what he meant to her. Over and over he pushed into her, and just as slowly he’d pull out. It was a never-ending crescendo of pleasure, one that was meant to titillate and entice her, but not strong enough to get her off. It showed her that he cared for her in his own gruff way, and that he was as capable of giving gently as he was at taking what he wanted.
The minutes ticked by as he made love to her, and for the first time in her life she knew what it really meant.
“I’d die for you,” he said against her throat. “I’d kill for you, Bailey.” With her hands still securely wrapped around the headboard slats, Kink leaned back only slightly, and looked down to where their bodies were connected. “You’re mine and I won’t let you go, because I can’t. I’m too much of a selfish bastard.” And he then started pumping in and out of her. He brought her so close to the edge, and then he’d stop right before he’d continue. Her pussy was so wet for him, and the sound of his skin slapping against hers reverberated in the room.