Kink's Way

by Jenika Snow

  She pressed her lips to his, closed her eyes, and then moved off of him. He looked surprised at first, but when she started removing her clothing the heat started to cover his expression. When she was naked in front of him she held her hand out. It took him only a couple of seconds to take what she offered, and then he was getting undressed, too. Cookie didn’t even care if someone saw them, didn’t care if what they were doing was standing naked in a public place. All she wanted was to have some solace with the man she was falling for. With his hand in hers, she didn’t say anything as she led them to the water’s edge. The temperature around them was warm with a slight breeze, but the water was frigid when she stepped into it.

  “Skinny dipping?” he asked with amusement in his voice.

  She didn’t respond, just smiled as she looked over her shoulder, and continued to lead him into the water. “God, this is so cold.”

  “I can warm you up,” he said right beside her ear, and then in the next instant he had his arms wrapped around her waist and they were both crashing into the water. She went under the water, but Kink had her out of the water a second later, and pressed to the hardness of his chest.

  She gasped out and wiped the water away from her face. “Shit.” She cried out, and goose-bumps popped out along her flesh.

  Kink nuzzled her neck, and his warm breath helped heat up her cold body. He moved them further into the water, and she grew used to the temperature. “I told you I could warm you up,” he said against the side of her throat, and she grinned. They were still touching the ground, but she had her arms wrapped tightly around him and her head resting on his chest.

  “I trust you Kink, and I know you’d listen to anything that I told you,” she said softly, and inhaled deeply. “I just want to start over with you.” She pulled back and looked up at him. Kink only stared at her for a few seconds before he leaned down and claimed her mouth. For long, drugging minutes all they did was kiss. She felt how hard he was against her belly, and a wave of arousal slammed into her, stealing her breath and making her want him with desperation. But before she could tell him that he had her in his arms and out of the water.

  He was about to lay her on her back, but Cookie shifted so that she was straddling his waist, and cupped his face with her hands. Maybe sex wasn’t what they needed right now, but it was the most powerful way to express how someone felt.

  “I love you, baby, and I have never told another woman that, never wanted to kill for a woman, or devote my life to one the way I want to do with you.” He stared into her eyes, breathed in deeply, and exhaled just as forcefully.

  Water dripped off of both of them, and she ran her hands through his hair. “I want so much with you, Kink.”

  He kissed her again, and again, and when she went to reach between their bodies he stopped her and pulled back. “Being my old lady means that I’ll protect you with my life, give you my life, Cookie.” He kissed her again, and the desire to be with him, to show him how much he meant to her rose swiftly inside of her. “I’ve claimed you already, baby, devoted myself to you because you are my world now. You, Callie, and this club.” He stared at her hard. “That is all I have left, and I’m not about to let you go.”

  She held each side of his face, too, and stared into his eyes just as fiercely as he was watching her. “I love you, too, Kink.” The stubble on his cheeks was rough against her palms.

  The sharp slashes of his eyebrows over his bright blue eyes were as masculine as they were beautiful. He had one of those strong noses, a set of full lips, and a square jaw. On the outside he was the epitome of what she thought a man should look like: powerfully built, dangerous, and protective. But she could see the real Logan “Kink” Roberts. “There is so much more to you, Kink, so much that you hide.” Water droplets fell from his dark hair, slid down his face, and dropped down to his hard, defined chest.

  “I’m not hiding, baby. I’m right here, out in the open for you to see, baring my fucking soul,” he murmured against her lips. “You deserve a man better than me, but I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that I can be worthy of you.”

  She wanted to knock some sense into him, to tell him that he was worthy of everything he wanted. Cookie had never been the take charge kind of person, but for some reason she felt so much stronger being with Kink. “My entire life people have been putting me down, telling me that I wasn’t worth shit.”

  A low, dangerous sound left him, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. “Baby, you are worth so fucking much—”

  She cupped his cheeks again and leaned down to kiss him lightly. “I’m done talking about the bad stuff, Kink. I want to focus on us, on Callie, and making it through all of this.”

  “I’ll say it over and over again, because it will always be true.” He leaned in and this time was the one to kiss her. “I am not good enough for you, but I swear to fucking God that I will spend the rest of my life showing you that you are mine, baby.” He took her mouth again, not softly, but full of possession and need, matching her own. “Come over tight for dinner. Let me show you that being with me won’t always be about the violence and drama.”

  She pulled back and grinned. “You want to cook for me?”

  When he winked her heart picked up speed.

  “I’m not saying I’m Gordon Ramsey or anything, but I think I can rustle something edible up.” His face took on a somber expression. “Besides, I think Callie would love to have you over.”

  “Okay,” she said softly. “I’d love to come over.”

  He kissed her again, and soon that soft, gentle kiss turned frantic as they pressed their tongues together, moved them around in a sexual manner, and repeated the action over and over again. Her pulse raced, and her pussy became wet. All it took to get her so aroused she couldn’t think straight was a kiss from Kink. She could feel how rock hard he was. It was like a lead pipe between her thighs, creating even more wetness and having her clit swell from her desire. But that kiss and his clenching fingers on her hips started to take on a faster, more demanding pace. She was just as needy as he was.

  For a second all she did was look at his chest and run her hands over the smooth, tattooed and hairless skin that covered him. Cookie never thought she’d be one that grew aroused with tattooed skin, especially for as many tattoos as Kink had, but she was aroused, and growing more so just looking at him. The collage of ink spanned over his pecs, down his abdomen, and around his waist. Some were colorful, and others black and white, but they all were bold, vibrant, and powerfully drawn. He even had some ink that moved up his chest and over his neck.

  “You keep looking at me like that, Bailey, and I’m going to fucking devour you.”

  More moisture left her when he cupped her breasts, squeezed the mounds rhythmically, and leaned in to suck her left nipple into his mouth. God, she loved when he said her real name. He made this deep rooted noise in the back of his throat. For long drugging moments he bit and sucked at the turgid peak, and then alternated to her other side. The blood rushed to the surface as he tormented and teased her, and soon she was grasping the short strands of his hair and moaning out for more. She didn’t care if anyone could see. All she wanted was Kink, right here and now, and for them to put everything behind them and only focus on each other.

  “I am so fucking hard for you, baby.” He murmured the words against her breasts but didn’t stop sucking on her flesh. “Can you feel it?” He lifted his hips slightly so his cock rubbed along her folds. Cookie let her head fall back and closed her eyes. It felt so good having his warm, wet mouth on her body that all Cookie could think about was having Kink throw her on the ground and slide this hard, thick length right up inside of her.

  “Take me, Kink. Fuck me right here.” She might have lived a gritty life, but she had never outright asked someone to fuck her. But Kink was different, and this life she was now living was different. In a move so quick she didn’t even realize what was happening he was standing with her in his arms. He turned around and had h
er on her back on the blanket with his huge body over hers. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, wrenched them open, and stared at her pussy like he was starving and ready to devour her alive.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me, Cookie.”

  All she could do was lie there and let him look his fill. But she liked the way he watched her with hungry eyes. She gripped his broad shoulders and pulled him closer to her. They kissed again and again and once more until she was lifting her hips, and seeking his hardness. His hands were everywhere on her, touching her pussy, rubbing her slick, bare folds until she was muttering unintelligible words. She then felt the hot length of his cock press against her inner thigh. The slickness of his pre-cum at the tip of his shaft moved along her heated flesh. They kissed again and moved their tongues together. With his mouth still on hers, he reached between their bodies and placed his cock against her slick folds. He rubbed the length up and down her cleft. She thought he’d plunge in deep, claim her like he had before, and make her forget about everything except what was happening right now. But what he did next surprised the hell out of her.

  He had her on her belly, and positioned her so that her lower body was off the ground. Kink had his hands on the mounds of her ass before she could even blink. All she felt was the warm breath of Kink moving closer to her body. His body heat and the harsh puffs of air that came from him bathed her ass and pussy, and had her closing her eyes as the delicious sensations moved through her.

  “Fuck, baby, the things I want to do to you.” He palmed her ass. “The dirty, hard and rough things that would make you scream out my name as you come so hard you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore.”

  She curled her fingers into the blanket.

  “But we have all the time in the world to show to you the darker side of pleasure, the ones where I give you so much of it that you gasp out my name and beg me to never stop.”

  A stinging pain covered on her ass cheeks, and Cookie snapped her eyes open at the same time Kink spanked her other cheek. He did this repeatedly, alternated between the mounds of her bottom until the blood rushed to the surface and her skin heated. It wasn’t painful, but more stimulating than anything else, and had her soaked even more.

  “Is that good, baby?” He stopped spanking her and spread her ass as open as it would go until the air touched her anus. He clenched and released her flesh in a way that stimulated and eased her.

  “Yes,” she breathed out.

  She felt him place his finger at the entrance of her pussy and rub the digit around the hole. She parted her lips and closed her eyes again as he ran his thumb along her entrance, and moved her wetness up her cleft and rubbing it along her clit. He slid the finger back down to her pussy hole, and gently teased her, probed it a little, and had her on the verge of screaming for more.

  “I need you,” Kink said, and in the next second was on his back and had her hauled on top of him so she straddled his waist again.

  She looked down at him, saw the strain of his muscles right below his tatted up skin, and pressed her pelvis down. Cookie ground herself unabashedly against him, smeared her wetness along his lower belly and his cock, and moaned out at how good it felt.

  “That’s it, baby, work that wet cunt all over me.” He held onto her hips tightly. “Take my cock, Cookie, and put it in your tight little pussy.”

  She panted and rose up on her knees, took the root of his dick in her hand, and squeezed him until he hissed out and curled his fingers even harder into her skin. She was so wet her cream slipped from her. She could see that Kink was watching that trail with heated approval.

  “Do it, baby, slide my big fucking cock all the way up inside of you.” His chest rose and fell hard. “Don’t torture me. I’m barely hanging on as it is.”

  She placed the head of his erection at her entrance and stated to push down.

  “I swear we will do the soft and sweet kind of sex that I want to give you, but right now I need it this way, baby,” he ground out.

  Cookie liked having sex this way with him, this raw and untamed kind. It was full of real emotion, and that was exactly what she needed. There was the ever-present stretching and burning sensation as the girth of his cockhead parted her opening. Before she was even halfway down he lifted his hips up, shoving the rest of his shaft inside of her.

  “Yeah, baby. Christ, Cookie, you are so tight and wet.” His voice was this deep, serrated sound, like a sharpened knife moving along her body. And then she was the one taking control of the movements. She placed her hands on his chest, took only a second to trace the outline of his MC patch logo tattoo on his pec, and then lifted her hips and shoved herself back down on him. He groaned; she gasped in pleasure, and she repeated the action repeatedly. Her breasts shook forcefully as she bounced up and down on him and felt her pussy grow pliant and impossibly wetter. It was like another entity filled her as she moved up and down on top of Kink.

  “Come on, baby. Come so fucking hard for me,” Kink roared out.

  She felt his cock swell inside of her, felt the first powerful jet of his release fill her, warm her and cause another round of aftershocks to move through her veins. “It’s so good.” The words tumbled from her. Kink didn’t verbally respond, just grunted out and continued to fill her with his cum. He rose up while she was still moving on top of him, and wrapped his arms around her. When the ecstasy faded, she sagged against him, not able to hold herself up anymore.

  “You’re mine, Cookie,” Kink said softly. “And I’m not letting you go.”

  “I don’t want you to let me go.” And she meant that with every part of her body.

  ****

  Cookie sat around the small kitchen table with Kink on one side and Callie on the other. Molly had dropped her off about an hour ago, and it was when she walked through the front door and saw them standing there, that she felt like she was accepted and actually part of something more. They had finished eating a little bit ago, and the comfortable, warm silence that moved among them had her smiling.

  “Callie, have you been putting anymore applications in?” Cookie asked, trying to bring the conversation to something that the young woman might look forward to. Although she put on a brave front, there were times when Callie looked like she had broken everything inside of her, and didn’t know how to put the pieces back.

  She shrugged. “A few, but honestly I haven’t been giving college much thought. I don’t know if I want to go or not.”

  “What?” Kink asked and lifted his bottle of beer to his mouth. He was staring at his daughter as he drank, and the frustration on his face was clear.

  “Kink,” Cookie said softly, and when he finally looked at her she gave him this hard expression that meant, “don’t push.” Cookie understood that he wanted what was best for Callie, but despite the problems Callie had with her mother she had still lost the person who had given birth to her.

  “No, it’s okay, Cookie.” Callie looked at Kink. “I don’t know if I want to go to college right now, Dad. I know I do some day, but I don’t know if right after graduation is the step I want to take.”

  Kink swallowed loudly, set his beer down, and then exhaled. “I know. I just don’t want you to hold yourself back.”

  Callie shook her head, grabbed her plate, and then stood. “Dad, just please. I have so much on my plate now. Graduation, college, Mom dying, and…” She was the one to swallow now, and when she looked between Kink and Cookie, there was this strange almost detachment and sadness that covered her face. “Just please.” And then she turned and left, and Cookie knew that she was going to cry.

  “I should go talk to her, tell her I didn’t mean to seem like I’m pushing,” Kink said and went to stand, but Cookie reached out and placed her hand on his.

  “Kink, just let her go this one time. She’s dealing with stuff, and sometimes people just need to grieve by themselves.” She smiled and ran her fingers over his warm skin.

  Kink rested back on his chair and looked over at the stai
rs where Callie had ascended. “I feel like I wasn’t really there for her,” he said but still stared at the stairs. “I left her with Sarah, because I thought that was the best option for her.” He looked at Cookie. “But it wasn’t, and now Sarah is gone. Callie is suffering through this, and so much more, and I feel like I’m lost.”

  “She’s a teenager that just lost a woman that she might not have gotten along with, but that she called ‘Mom’. She’s the only mother she had, and now that Sarah is gone, you’re what she has. Give her time, and she’ll come around.” Cookie didn’t know anything about families and what should and shouldn’t happen in them. She didn’t have that kind of family life growing up, but what she did know was that even when someone had a support system and people that loved them solitude was sometimes the best option for them.

  The sound of Callie coming back down the stairs had them both looking in her direction. She stopped in the dining room with her coat on and her purse slung over her bag. “Do you care if I head out for a few hours?”

  “Where are you going?” Kink asked.

  “Honestly? Nowhere. I just want to drive around and clear my head. Maybe I’ll meet up with Ian for some coffee or a movie. I don’t know.” Callie seemed tired, but not n the exhausted, needing sleep kind of way.

  Cookie squeezed his hand again, and he breathed out.

  “Be home by midnight, okay?” he said as if it took a lot to let her leave. When Callie walked over to him and hugged him, there was this moment where all they did was hold each other.

  “I love you, Dad.” Callie pulled away, and Kink pushed a piece f her hair behind her ear.

  “I love you, too, and please be careful.”

  Callie nodded.

  “And please, if you plan on getting drunk give me a call and I’ll come pick you up.”

  For a second Callie just stood there, her cheeks turning red, and her eyes widening slightly.