by Nikki Wild
“Yeah, I see that…”
Hunter gave a smug, husky little chuckle as he slipped me into place against him, pinned between his flat stomach and the strip club wall.
With a deft maneuver, I felt the strength sap from my limbs as his punishingly thick cock penetrated the slick folds of my wet pussy again. There was no need to prepare my body for this one – with the angle, and how drenched I already was, he hilted himself with little effort.
“Fuck, Hunter,” I gasped.
“That was the general idea…”
His lips descended upon my neck, and I let out a sigh of contentment. I hooked my ankles together into the crook of his back, my hand clasping the opposite wrist around the back of his neck.
Once I was nice and secure, with his hands still supporting my ass up against the wall, he began to thrust into me again and again…
It was a carnal circus, a physical paradise.
I loved how our bodies responded to one another’s skin, adjusting and tightening, squeezing and pushing.
“I don’t know that I can hold out too long,” Hunter murmured into my ear.
“It’s okay, I already came,” I whispered.
“I want you to come again.”
My eyes flickered open, and I gazed into his fierce, carnal stare. His lids were only half-open themselves, but I could see the deep need within that lustful pair of pupils…
I nodded. “Just… keep doing what you’re…”
He adjusted me against his hips, changing the angle slightly. I slid just an inch down the wall, but the way he was penetrating me now rubbed just right against my inner folds…
I gasped out my satisfaction, struggling for syllables. “Oh god, that’s even better…”
His grunted chuckle was lost against my lips as his kiss came down hard. My fingers dug into his back; my body remained pinned against his and open for him, ready for him, parted for his singular use.
Whatever he wanted…
Whatever he needed…
Hunter’s thick, rock-hard erection was driving me closer to another staggering precipice. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer…
His motions grew more frantic with each passing second. He was crushing me with wild abandon now, filling and fulfilling me… and it turned me on so hard to know that it was me doing this, me bringing this beautiful man to the brink of ecstasy…
I rocked my hips to meet him – eager to roll my pelvis against his own, and desperate to bring him to the edge beside me.
“Oh fuck, Sarah! Fuck – just – FUCK!”
He stiffened up completely, his cock thrusting in as deep into my wet chasm as it could possibly tread. Luckily, I was already descending into an orgasm, and his last push threw me over the edge…
As our bodies seized up together, I felt a successive wave of multiple orgasms strike down every last ounce of cognizant thought that I could muster.
My mind went blank with pleasure.
Emptied of thought, emptied of self, I was merely a strained, tightened ball of pleasure, wrapped around the body of this amazing man. The sensations I felt assaulted me from deep inside as I felt his hot seed pump into my body.
As I felt my tightened muscles uncoiling, releasing their grip on his flesh, I rode out the last few orgasms while he panted in exhaustion. It must have been six, maybe seven in a row…
Hunter gradually slid me to my feet on the floor. Gasping, groaning, and clutching his head with a single hand, I could see how his chest heaved.
He was completely spent.
“Did we… did we just come together?” He groaned, one eye closed as he watched me. “I think we did…”
Fighting my clumsy legs, I strolled over to him and placed my palms against his hard chest. He was slick with a thin layer of sweat, and I wanted to lick every salty drop of it off of him.
“Do you see why I can’t give you up? Even if you try, you can’t make me pass on this… I need you too much… And you need me.”
Hunter nodded, pulling me into a deep embrace. I could feel his racing heart beneath his skin and bones, pumping against my cheek, and it only reminded me of how fast my own was beating…
We wound up together on the sofa. It was always so easy to curl up with him. My body fit the contours of his so easily, and his skin was like a furnace – putting out enough warmth to soothe me with something as simple as a cuddle.
My head had stopped pounding, and I was looking at the world with renewed eyes… renewed vision.
That meant him as well… and these silly ideas of leaving me behind.
“Hunter,” I told him, guiding his face to regard my own. “If you’re going to do this – if you’re going to join this world… I’m coming too.”
“Sarah…”
“No, don’t. Don’t tell me that I’m naïve, or that I don’t know what I’m getting myself into.” I nestled a little closer to him. “Look into my eyes… I know what I’m doing.”
He turned slightly, our eyes separated by a couple of inches and nothing else. He regarded me calmly, and then resigned himself.
Hunter knew that I was right.
“Okay,” he finally answered.
I felt the warmth of Hunter’s chest against mine, and comforted myself in the rhythmic rising and falling of his lungs. Nestling closer to him, I nuzzled my face into his neck, preparing to nip his skin and slip into sleep…
Something felt wrong.
My eyes flashed completely open.
Wait. I twisted my neck, gazing around at the room. Panic began to seize at my chest.
Oh fuck. We fell asleep!
What time is it?
I extracted myself up from Hunter’s slumbering body. He shifted slightly in his sleep, turning inward to the sofa as I fumbled around in the semi-darkness, whipping on my panties, jeans, and what was left of my shirt. Quietly but quickly, I crept over to the blackout curtains on the other side of the small, private room…
Ripping open the drapes, I gazed upon the clear sign of my own damnation. My strength left me as I dropped down to my knees in defeat. The bright sun filtered in, casting its infernal glow across the entire room.
“Mmf…” Hunter groaned, moving to cover his face in the sofa’s seam. He lazily called out to me: “Hey… Sarah, can you… turn out the light?”
“The light’s not on,” I groaned.
There was a pause.
Suddenly, there came the sounds of quick and panicked rustling. I felt the warmth of Hunter’s form as he stopped behind me, rubbing sleep from his eyes with a terrified look on his face.
“What fucking time is it?”
“I don’t know,” I moaned, scrambling around the floor for my phone near the sofa. It must have fallen out of my jeans pocket during the festivities the night before.
“Maybe your father hasn’t noticed that you’re gone,” Hunter spoke optimistically, taking a quick look at the window.
Before I could retort, there was a sound of commotion from deeper into the strip club. Apparently, there were still some people from the night before…
My spirits crashed further down when I heard the distant shout… “Police!”
Hunter groaned, covering his face with his hand. “I guess that was a tad optimistic, now that I think about it..."
All of a sudden, another noise joined the fray… Louder… Vicious… Deadly.
BANG!
I turned to hunter feeling as pale as a ghost.
“Was that a gunshot?”
“No,” Hunter replied as I listened to the hissing sound on the other side of the door. “That was pepper spray.”
Four
Hunter rushed across the room, his posture completely changed.
“Babe, we’ve gotta go.”
As Hunter threw his jeans on, I finally put my hands on my phone. A million missed calls, of course, and all of them from my father. I glanced back up and could see coils of smoke drawing into the room from outside the door. My eyes had already started to water.<
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“What are we going to do?” I said with panic in my voice.
Another muffled call came from down the hall somewhere. “Police! Drop the guns!” That one sounded familiar enough to strike terror down my spine…
“It’s war,” Hunter hissed. “Your father is coming for you and it sounds like he brought half the police in the damn city. The problem is this club isn’t going down without a proper fight…”
“The club?” I asked, confused. “Are you talking about the strip club, or your motorcycle club?”
Hunter didn’t skip a beat as he threw his shirt on, straightening a quick crick in his neck. “Yeah, Sarah, at this point I don’t think that there’s really a difference…”
The commotion had slowed in its progress, but it was still conspicuously advancing down the hallway towards us… And it had intensified. The sounds of actual gunfire were now filling the club as Hunter ran to the window, fiddling at the latches.
“Dammit!” He hissed when they wouldn’t move. “Stupid goddamn thing must be locked… guess I’m just gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way…”
I was frozen to the spot as I heard the violence going on outside this little room. Every part of me wanted this to be a dream… I just wanted to wake up in Hunter’s arms with the whole world set right again.
But this was no dream. My father was outside that door, and he was coming…
Hunter put his hands on a bar stool beneath the small bar along the far wall. Carrying it across the room, he steadied himself beside the window and raised it up to the glass, shattering the window. With quick reflexes, he used one of the bar stool legs to break out the glass along the edges of the windowpane, securing a safe passage out – so long as I didn’t touch the sides.
More smoke poured under the door, my throat burning as I locked eyes with Hunter.
He could read the terror on my face.
“Princess… we need to go.”
I couldn’t move.
“This way!” Another muffled shout: this time, it was undeniably my father. “Give me back my daughter, you sons of bitches!”
His response was given in gunfire.
Hunter’s gaze shifted from me, to the door, and then to me again. He was hesitating, one boot already on the crunched glass outside, the other on the carpet. I could see him evenly split between a world of freedom, and a world with me… even if only for a few fleeting moments.
He was calling out to me, saying something. I could barely register his syllables. Everything was moving in slow motion, and I was struggling to maintain my grip on the world.
I swallowed slowly. It was the first motion I’d made in what felt like years.
He was even more pained now.
Still saying something. Maybe even shouting.
I tried to speak the words to him, “I’m coming, Hunter.” When I parted my lips, I tried to tell him, “Please just take me away from here.”
But those weren’t the words that came out.
“Just… go…”
The world came to a complete stop.
As blurry and disconnected as everything felt, the next image burned into my mind. It was the striking pain plastered across his face. I met his heartfelt gaze and watched his heart completely shatter.
All this time, he had been afraid he would hurt me. Hunter had feared that taking me into the life would corrupt me. I had whittled at his conviction, convincing him that I was ready for this. I had promised him my complicity, my place at his side, supporting and nurturing him in the fire that he was about to tread.
The truth was now all too apparent. He shouldn’t have feared hurting me. He should have feared being hurt by me.
I had broken my Hunter.
His jaw set, and he lingered for a second that felt like an eternity. If that door burst open before he disappeared from sight…
And just like that, he was gone.
Not a moment too soon, the door to our room broken open, and a strong, familiar arm squeezed around me, pulling me into its embrace as a gas mask was forced over my face.
“Oh, thank God…”
It was my father, backed up by two of his deputy officers. They fanned out around the room as he let loose a barrage of questions:
“Did he hurt you? Sarah? Are you okay? What the fuck did they do to you?”
All I could do was sob, the weight of these last few minutes descending upon me, breaking me down into a husk of my former self. I choked on the words as much as the pepper spray I’d already inhaled. I was robbed of any coherency.
I couldn’t breathe.
“He’s not here,” I heard one of the officers declare. As I turned my strained, tear-soaked gaze, I saw him glancing out the shattered window. “Looks like we found his escape route, though.”
“Do you want us to try to apprehend him on foot?” The other deputy asked, turning towards us.
I could see the irritation in the deputy’s eyes as his stare lowered upon me – to him, I must have just been the wayward daughter, getting into the wrong kinds of trouble.
Every ounce of my body feared my father’s next words, but he surprised me:
“…No. I have what I came for.”
I shuddered in his embrace.
The first deputy again: “Are you sure, sir? He couldn’t have gotten far. We can intercept him if we leave now.”
My father looked down at me again.
“Sarah, I need to know… are you hurt?”
Trembling, I shook my head.
With a heavy, shuddering sigh, he answered: “No, McAddams… we need to get our wounded to a hospital and process the assholes we’ve already handcuffed. Let him go. Let him understand the cost of crossing me…”
“And the others?”
“If they know what’s good for them, they’ll skip town. This is the last day that the Devil’s Dragons prowl Phoenix. I’m going to call on some friends in the other precincts, just to be on the safe side… we’ll drive them out east. We can force them to fend for themselves in the fucking desert.”
He rose up, pulling me to my feet beside him. That’s when I noticed the strain on his face, and how he hissed with his movements. I saw how his free hand clutched at his side, the red stains already soaking his uniform…
Blood?
I felt nauseous. I felt fear. I felt loathing and fury, my stomach churning violently with a cacophony of building, whipping emotions. But most of all… I felt guilty.
What the fuck have I done?
Five
Eight Years Later
I clenched and unclenched my hands, lost in thought as I gazed down at them.
In my peripheral vision, a shambling form came near. I turned my attention, smiling as my father approached with a limp in every step.
I kept up the beaming smile, hiding how guilty I felt every time I saw him. As always, the sight of his cane drew back the painful memories of that fateful morning…
The morning that changed my life forever.
“That’s one hell of a promotion… Detective,” he grinned back. “I’ve never been prouder of you, Sarah. If your mother could see you now…”
He pulled me into his heavy, hearty embrace.
The retired sheriff was right. I’d worked hard for this career move, putting in as many hours on the street as I possibly could. I’d put myself through the ringer because I wanted the world to know I’d earned this.
It was worth it.
I’d proven my mettle, coming out from under my father’s shadow as the sheriff’s daughter. A transfer here, a big case there… I had worked myself to the bone for every precinct I touched. Desperate to rise above, I put in more overtime than any damned officer on the force. My endless nights pounding the street and hitting the books in the academy were being validated.
I could finally make him proud.
He released his grip on me with satisfaction beaming in his eyes. “How about we celebrate with some grub? Your favorite steakhouse is calling my name…”
“Actually, Dad… I was kind of thinking we do something small, at home. Maybe I can cook?” I asked, fighting the urge to tear up every time I saw his fingers clasped around the hook of his cane. “Unless you’ve been lying about how much you enjoy my chicken lasagna…”
He smiled softly, the happiness evident in his eyes. “If that’s what you want, Sarah…”
Unfortunately, the celebrations couldn’t last longer than the evening. I let my father out just a bit past ten o’clock and was in bed before eleven. I was expected at my Sergeant’s office bright and early the following morning, and after everything he had done for me, I had no intentions of displeasing him… After all, Sergeant Thompson had practically mentored me himself. He’d seen me as more than just the Sherriff’s daughter… he saw the perceptive and detail oriented officer I’d become. He was steering my path towards this promotion for years now.
That’s why it was a surprise when I found his office locked up tight the next morning. It wasn’t like my boss to be late. A warm, churning pit developed in my gut.
Something was wrong.
“You’re looking for Thompson?” One of the other Sergeants asked, passing by towards his area of the precinct. His friendliness was matched only by his impeccable record. “He’s out on sick leave.”
“Sick leave? But Thompson’s never sick!”
“Broke a leg,” he clarified. “Slipped in the shower right in the middle of budget cutbacks, too… For the next few weeks, you’ll be reporting directly to Lieutenant Crabbe.”
He added with a wink: “Good luck with that.”
“Thank you, sir,” I nodded politely, turning towards the opaque glass that marked the Lieutenant’s office in the back of the room.
I’d only encountered the man a few times, and none of those instances had been what I’d call pleasant. The Sergeants usually positioned themselves between him and us for a reason that rose above simple matters of hierarchy.