CHOPPER'S BABY: Savage Outlaws MC

by Nicole Fox

  “Doesn't matter if you think you can or can't,” I growled as I shoved her into the passenger seat and bent down to strap her in with the seat belt. “Because you don't get a fucking choice in the matter. Got it?”

  She growled at me in frustration as she tried to struggle against her cuffs. I straightened up, dusted some of the dust and gravel from my clothes. Lydia's eyes locked with mine in a death stare as she looked up at me from the passenger seat. “I'm going to get away, Kort. I promise you I'll get away,” she promised. “Just like I have with all the other assholes he sent after me.”

  A flash of Milo passed through my mind. My best friend who had ended up sacrificing everything to try and take her home to her daddy. He hadn't deserved what he got, and I don't think she even knew what had happened to him when he got there empty handed. I wondered briefly if she cared.

  Right now, I didn't need to talk to her. Instead, I needed to get back on the road. We had more than twenty hours on the road still to go, and the night wasn't getting any younger. I just looked at her, my face transformed into a grimace. She flinched back as I slammed the door shut. I went around to the driver side and got in, started up the car.

  “Please, Kort,” she nearly whispered as I went to pull out of the parking lot, “you can't take me back to him. I'll do anything.”

  I just laughed. “I got business with your old man, Lydia, which means I need you. So, either you can ride up here with me in your cuffs, or you can ride in the trunk with your cuffs.”

  She groaned and sat back in the seat, twisted her arms and shoulders to try and get a little more comfortable. She turned and stared out the window as we pulled out of the parking lot, watched as the men in the minivan started to move and tend to their wounds.

  “Thanks,” she whispered after the grocery store was just a memory in my rear view mirror. “For, you know, saving me.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “You're welcome. Figured you didn't deserve to get hurt like that.”

  She just chuckled and went to looking out the window again. “Irony, much?”

  I just shook my head and turned on the radio, trying to find something to keep the silence at bay. We needed to find a place to sleep for the night, and the nearest motels were out of the question after the stunt she pulled tonight. Meant we'd be lucky to find a place in less than a few hours.

  We had a long drive ahead of us.

  Chapter Nine

  Lydia

  We drove through a chunk of the night and finally ended up at another shitty motel just like the one I'd been living at for the past few months. Only difference was that this one was about a hundred miles farther West.

  He stopped and leaned in through the driver’s side, jabbing his finger at me as he spoke. “Just remember, you get the cops called on me, they're gonna find out about you and that car. Gonna be as bad for me as it is for you.”

  “Pretty sure kidnapping's worse,” I replied, sticking my tongue out at him.

  “Maybe so, but I think I can pull down a couple years. You, girlie, you'd end up stuck, and your daddy would end up knowing exactly where you are. Just remember that.” He slammed the door shut and left me alone in the car as he went into check us into a room.

  With him gone, I mentally went through what I could do to get away. I had my bobby pins in my hair still. When he'd yanked me back by the hair in the parking lot, he'd sprung a couple loose, but most of them had stayed put. I could use those, I figured, to get out of the cuffs. Provided, of course, that I could see them. But that meant I had to have my arms in front of me.

  Unfortunately, I'd lost my run-bag when he captured me in the parking lot. All that money, all those credit cards, gone. Poof, up in my smoke. Some bag boy was going to be in for quite the surprise when he swept the lot tomorrow morning. What I needed to do, now, was to get his trust. And keep it. I knew one surefire way to get him to lower his guard, too. Only way I'd get it to work, would be if I didn't pull the same scam on him a third time.

  He came back out from the little office, motel key dangling from his hands. He climbed back in the car, started it up, and pulled around to our room for the night. He climbed out of the driver seat, grabbed a bag from the back, then came around and got me.

  “I'm going to unlock these cuffs,” he told me as he pulled me up from the passenger seat. “You get any ideas, and you make me chase you down, or you do anything else that's all fucky and bullshitty, I'm gonna make you sleep with your hands behind your back, alright?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I replied as he unlocked my cuffs. Absently, I rubbed my newly freed wrists, with angry red memories of where the bracelets had been tight against my skin. “Don't worry, Kort, I won't try anything. Like you said, I'm screwed if the cops find me. And where am I going to go this far out in the middle of nowhere.”

  He chuckled as he stuffed his cuffs back in his rear pocket and grabbed my arm. “You know, I lied about going to Cali to become an actor earlier, but should be you going out there. You can act like nobody else, you know that?”

  I flashed him a sweet smile as he led me from the Camaro to the motel room. He pulled the key from his pocket and thrust it into my hand. “You do it,” he ordered.

  Just another order from another asshole who was trying to control my life. I made a face as I took the keys from him and unlocked the door. It swung open and I turned on the light, revealing a small, tidy motel room with a queen sized bed and headboard, and an older flat screen TV. Sure, the place wasn't fancy or new, but it was at least clean. Honestly, it kind of reminded me of home. My most recent one, of course.

  “Mind if I use the restroom?” I asked as he shoved me inside and shut the door behind us.

  “Nothing fucky, Lydia. Remember what I told you?”

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “I remember. So, you mind if I take a piss, or what?”

  He waved his hand. “Nah, go ahead. But I swear to God, if you come at me with a plunger or some shit, I'm gonna make you sleep in the fucking bathtub.”

  I put both hands to my cheeks and made a surprised face. “Oh, Kort,” I said in a false falsetto, “I can't believe you've figured out my clever escape plan already!”

  “Just go piss,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed and groaned in exhaustion.

  I knew the feeling. I went into the bathroom, pulled down my jeans and panties, and had a seat on the toilet. I'd been holding it since sometime around the time we passed Buck's diner, and it was a relief to be able to finally go. I wiped and flushed, then got up and washed my hands.

  He was pulling off his boots and placing them to the side as I walked out. “You take the bed,” he said groggily. “I'll sleep in the chair.”

  I laughed. “Kort,” I said, “I've fucked you twice today. I think we're past the sleeping apart phase.”

  The look he gave me was one part glare, one part search for truth.

  I just shook my head and sat down on the bed next to him, began pulling my shoes off. “Seriously. I couldn't seduce you tonight if I tried. I'm fucking wiped, and I'm sore as all Hell.”

  “Sore?” he chuckled. “From what?”

  I blushed crimson, suddenly embarrassed that he called me out on that. “You know exactly what I'm sore from,” I said.

  He chuckled again. “Fair enough. I'd probably turn you down, anyways. Not sure if I could go that many times in one day, even if I was a Viagra salesman.”

  I laughed. “Bed then?”

  “Bed. Still gotta cuff you, though.”

  “Figured,” I replied, even though I had secretly hoped he'd forget. There was nothing I could do about it now. “Well, let me at least get undressed. Hope me sleeping naked isn't a problem.”

  He grinned. “Like I said, I ain't a Viagra salesman.”

  “Cute,” I replied as I stood and started to undress. Tonight was going to be interesting.

  We both stripped. He only went down to his boxer briefs, but my view was still as spectacular as before. For his part, he looked me up and down with
those burning eyes of his. As much as he'd gone on about him not being able to go again tonight, I had a feeling that was all talk. His eyes lingered on me like a starving man looking at a steak.

  As sore as I was, I could still my heart rate climbing as his eyes raked over me, as he came around the bed with two sets of handcuffs.

  “More than one pair, huh?” I asked as I looked at the silver cop bracelets in his hand.

  “If you buy 'em in bulk,” he said as I offered him my wrists, “they give you free shipping. Now lay back so I can get you to the headboard.”

  I lay back on the bed, my handcuffed wrists in front of me. I put my arms back over my head. He stood over me and secured one end of the second cuff to the headboard, then locked the other side to the chain connecting my hands. He loomed over me like a hardened criminal, determination in his eyes that almost hid the smoldering fires. The handsome thug licked his lips a little as he looked me over.

  My breath came a little faster as he stood over me, as I realized how much I was at his mercy. Even though we'd done so much together, I knew he could have had his way with me right then and there if he wanted. And, honestly, I didn't find the realization too unappealing.

  “You're gonna have to tuck me in, you know,” I purred.

  He just grunted, a little smile forming on his lips. Sleeping in a bed with someone new is always strange. Will they toss and turn? Will they snore? Are they a cuddler? Or do they just steal the covers? It had been a long time since I'd shared a bed with someone other than a one night stand. When I'd spotted Kort earlier today in the diner, I'd had no idea I'd end up sleeping in the same bed as him, and definitely not while I was wearing handcuffs locking me to the headboard.

  I sucked in a breath as he pulled the blanket back up to tuck it under my chin, the fabric brushing over my excited nipples.

  “Sleep tight,” he grunted as he left my side and went around to climb into bed.

  He turned off the lights and hopped in.

  It certainly spoke to my utter exhaustion that I fell asleep, even in that nearly tortuous position. I was out like a light in no time, with Kort's soft, deep, even breaths lulling me along to the land of the Sandman in no time.

  I slept a dreamless sleep, then. Which, by itself was almost a blessing. Most nights I dreamed of my Pops and my mother, and that day five years ago when he'd murdered her, beat her to death. That night in the hotel room with Kort I didn't have any.

  The next morning I awoke to a heavy, solid arm draped over my breasts, and Kort's soft, rhythmic breathing my ear. His well-built body pressed against mine, and I would have been covered in a patina of sweat if the covers hadn't pulled back from my naked body in the middle of the night.

  My body reacted on some piece of autopilot, and I groggily licked my lips. I don't know if it was my memories from the day before, of the two times I'd already been with him, or if it was the cuffs locking me into place. Whatever it was my body reacted rather inappropriately for the situation.

  I bit my lower lip as I pushed my ass back into his crotch, feeling his morning erection through his cotton boxer briefs. I moved my hips again, stroking him through the thin material, relishing the way he felt between my cheeks.

  He groaned a little, his hand sliding over to my breast, cupping it.

  “Kort?” I whispered, still rubbing myself on his underwear-clad cock. “You awake, handsome?”

  “Lydia,” he groaned, half-awake. “What are you-?”

  I shushed him with my motion and a soft whimper.

  Kort's breath came faster in my ear as his hand realized where it was, squeezed gently. His lips brushed my ear as he moved closer, pressing his body more fully into mine. A moan escaped my lips as his rough palm rubbed across my sensitive nipple. I turned my head, tried to look back at him.

  “No,” he said harshly, his voice a firm whisper. “I like you there.”

  His command sent a shiver through my whole, trussed up body. I struggled against the cuffs around my wrists as I nodded, my breath coming faster, the metal of my bindings biting into my skin. His other hand forced its way beneath my body, snaked up around my chest, pulled at my nipple.

  I threw my head back as much as I could in this restrained position, my hands still cuffed above my head, a low moan escaping my lips. “Oh, Kort,” I groaned.

  His hand on my breast slid down my outstretched form, over my ribs, over my flat stomach, brushing just the top of my well-kept blonde thatch, a trail of fire in its wake. I panted and bit my lower lip, whining low as I moved my hips forward, tried to encourage his hand to take that final plunge.

  He smiled against my ear as he took my lobe between his lips, his breathing hot on my neck and in my hearing. He groaned a little in appreciation of my desire. “Do you like that?” he growled as his hand came up from between my legs, scratched over my stomach.

  I could tell he was enjoying this just as much as I was. “God yes,” I groaned, pushing back into his now fully engorged manhood.

  “Beg for it, then,” he replied. “I want you to beg for me to play with you. I want you to beg me to cum.”

  I gasped and nodded, playing along with him. For a moment, I even began to believe this was a game, and not a deadly serious test of sexual wills. If I could get him to trust me, if I could get him to indulge me more in this, I could gain his confidence. And, like all men, if he was overconfident, he would begin to make mistakes, mistakes that I could use to my advantage.

  His hand dipped down to my hips, roughly pulled me over so I was more on my back. He gripped my thigh and pulled my legs apart, easily fighting my token resistance. I still couldn't see him, could only feel his hot breath on me, his hands roaming my nude body. Not being able to see him just seemed to add to my passion, seemed to urge it to a greater flame. Finally is fingers traced up and down my dripping sex, finding my clit.

  Pleasure shot through me, spreading out to my sore limbs, my sore body, pushing all the pain away. I groaned again, louder this time, my heart beating like a drum. I licked my lips, closed my eyes, panted louder. “Oh, please,” I groaned, “please fuck me again. I want to feel you inside me.”

  His fingers continued to strum me like a harp, dancing over my sensitive little nub.

  I pushed my hips into his hands, encouraging them to go faster as I bit my lip harder. I breathed hard and fast, so much I felt like I was hyperventilating with the urgency of it. I struggled against the handcuffs, tried to grasp something, but my fingers only grabbed thin air.

  He continued to play with me, but more urgently.

  I arched my whole body, something about my being bound sending me over the edge even faster. My sense of helplessness, my lack of control as he forced pleasure onto my willing body, made it seem all the more taboo. My orgasm was almost here already, and my body felt like I'd stepped on the third rail.

  “Cum for me, slut,” Kort whispered roughly in my ears as his fingers worked on me. “Cum for me.”

  I pushed my legs wider, ground my hips on his hand as his teeth bit down hard on my shoulder. A flash of light brightened my world, exploding between my legs and taking my whole body with it, as I screamed out my orgasm to anyone who could hear it through the walls. “Oh fuck!” I half-moaned, half-yelled as my hips bucked and my whole body contracted and spasmed under the flood of pleasure.

  My body went slack and Kort removed his hand. I felt him move, the whole bed shaking as he stripped off his briefs. He grabbed my hips and flipped me over, forcing my face into the pillow as he spread my legs wide with his knees.

  I knew what was coming. He was going to shove that giant cock into my still-sore pussy again, and I was going to love every moment of it. I moaned again, this time in anticipation. With how lewdly wide my legs spread, he didn't even try to open my lips. I was already on display for him. He shoved his cock into me, going halfway in with one thrust.

  I screamed into the pillow, my body wracked with mind-altering pleasure as he slid out and pushed back into me, not stopp
ing till his heavy balls were resting against my clit. A sense of fullness took over my body, unlike anything I'd experienced. My body shook again as I came on his hard cock.

  With my hands still over my head, and my face buried in the cushion, he fucked me harder, slamming the headboard into the wall with each thrust of his hips against my ass, pushing me forward into the mattress. Every stroke seemed to hit my g-spot, seemed to bring me to a new level of the darkest vision of Heaven anyone had ever conceived.

  I don't know if it was the cuffs, or the position, but this was somehow even more intense than the first two times I'd been with him. The whole hard fucking he gave me felt like one intense orgasm after another. He slapped my ass, hard.

  My brain and my pussy lit up like it had just met its new best friend. I shoved back hard onto his cock, gyrating as I ground myself against him. He spanked me harder, his hand alternating back and forth between my cheeks as his other grabbed my hips and yanked me back onto him. I was like a faucet stuck on hot for him, my steaming love pouring over his driving cock. I didn't know how much more pleasure I could take before my whole body just shut down. I screamed again, my insides massaging his cock like an Asian masseuse.