by Jenika Snow
“Then why did you do it.”
He took her hand, pressing it against his cock. “From the first moment I saw you, you’ve made me fucking hard.”
“I can’t do this. I’m not ready.” She was scared, excited, nervous.
“I’m not going to pressure you for sex, Daniella. You’re in college and I know there are boys there that don’t have control over their dick.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I’m doing this so that when you go back to college, you know who you belong to.”
“And who do I belong to?” she asked, intrigued. No man had ever staked a claim before.
“Me.”
She shouldn’t get a thrill from his word but she did.
Fucked, she was well and truly fucked.
Zeke stared at his cell phone for the longest time. He didn’t like his relationship with Daniella. There was a time when she’d jump at any chance to spend time together or talk. Her bitch of a mother had ruined it all.
“What are you doing?” Francesca asked, leaning against his arm. The devil speaks.
Staring at the woman he’d fucked to get Daniella, Zeke couldn’t think of a reason why he’d been with her. She was plastic; she couldn’t smile because of the Botox in her face. Her tits were too big, they didn’t move. Every part of her was fake and vile, including her personality.
“Aw, is Daniella giving you the brush off. How is little tubby doing?”
He grabbed Francesca around her throat, slamming her to the table. She cried out, clawing at his wrist.
“If I hear another nasty word out of your mouth about our daughter, I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you wish you hadn’t come back here.” He squeezed her throat a little tighter, relishing the sight of her fighting for breath.
Kill the bitch.
Zeke had a lot to make up for with Daniella. He’d left his little baby girl with this monster thinking she was going to be safe. Daniella had become withdrawn as she’d grown up and he was spending more time away. When he came home, she wasn’t cuddly, just withdrawn. He’d give anything now just to have her cuddly again. Anyway, when he’d seen the diet shakes in the fridge and the weight machines, he’d gotten suspicious. Installing cameras around the house, he’d discovered Francesca’s true self, how vile and mean she was.
It had given him the out of a marriage he hated, but it wasn’t the same with Daniella, not after she caught him hurting someone in their home.
Releasing her throat, he moved away from the table. This was the reason he needed the Soldiers of Wrath to take care of Daniella. He wouldn’t allow his daughter to go near the spiteful woman.
“I see you still love her,” Francesca croaked out.
“She’s my daughter. Of course, I love her.” He ran fingers through his hair, hating how her very presence riled him. All he wanted to do was kill Francesca, but her death would bring too many questions. She was his wife, and he had no doubt that Francesca had her way out of everything.
“Are you still going to love her when she’s spreading her legs for all the dick that will have her?” She lit a cigarette, staring back at him.
He really couldn’t guess what she was thinking. “You don’t have a caring bone in your body, do you?”
“Caring gets you killed. I’m resourceful. I want my allowance doubled.”
“That’s what you’ve come over here to ask? For more money?”
“What can I say? You’re going to give it to me, Zeke. You can’t risk me going to the right cop or spilling the beans, can you?” She tilted her head to the side. “A police investigation now would destroy any relationship with Daniella. She can’t stand you now. Not to mention how it would hurt your business.”
He stepped up to her, lifting his hand as if to strike her when an idea entered his mind. “You want double, fine. You’ve got double.”
“Do you want to fuck for old times sake?” she asked.
“Get the fuck out of my house. If you talk to Daniella, our deal is off.” He couldn’t believe he’d stopped his time with his daughter for this piece of scum. She might be the mother of his kid, but she was scum.
“Tell me, Zeke. Why did you give in so easily?”
“I don’t see the point in arguing. You’ve got all the cards, Francesca.” He stared at her, waiting for her to leave.
“It’s a good job you know when you’ve been beat, Zeke.” She grabbed her purse, turning away. “You were so easy back in the day. All I had to do was moan in the right places and you thought you were God’s gift to women.”
“Get out.” She wasn’t baiting him.
He had another plan.
“Fine. You don’t want to play; that’s fine with me.” He watched her leave. Only when he saw her climbing into the back of her car did he pull his cell phone out.
Dialing the number he used for this kind of business, he waited for the man to answer.
“Hello, Joker, I’ve got a job for you. I need someone to disappear and never return.”
He gave Joker the details before hanging up. Francesca’s biggest mistake was greed and stupidity. No one got the better of him and if anyone thought they had, it was their mistake. He was always one step ahead.
Chapter 8
Steel had Eloise’s legs wrapped around his waist and the head of his cock poised at her entrance before she could even take her next breath. The tip of him was scorching hot, and she feared he would burn her alive once he pushed inside of her. If she was going to die, she couldn’t think of a better way to go.
His biceps strained and bunched as he lifted her, his hands on her ass squeezing. Her heels pressed against the base of his spine and all she wanted to do was pull him forward so he was forced to impale her.
“Touch your breasts.” His gaze dipped down to said body part, and she didn’t wait to obey him.
Letting go of his neck she felt off balance, felt like she would fall at any moment, but Steel’s hands tightened around her, stabilizing her.
He whispered, “I’ve got you, baby. Now, do as I say, and pinch those pretty pink nipples. Obey me because you want to, because it’ll pleasure me.” Her back pressed more firmly against the wall, the lightly textured wallpaper causing a slow burn to start below the surface of her skin. Taking her nipple between her index finger and thumb, she mimicked what Steel had done to them just moments before. It was so good, but his touch was infinitely better.
His hands gripped the cheeks of her ass a little tighter and then he was sliding into her, all the while his stare riveted to what she was doing to her breasts. Mouth opening on a silent cry, Eloise closed her eyes and let the feel of him filling her up wash through her. When he was fully inside of her, his balls touching the bottom crease of her ass, he stilled.
“You’ll shave this pretty pussy for me the next time I see you.”
She didn’t have time to register what he said because her inner muscles clenched around his girth and he grunted. He pulled out of her so that just the hot tip of him was embedded in her opening and then shoved it back in. He was so large she swore she could feel his pulse beat in his shaft, matching the frantic rhythm of her own heart.
His thrusts, fierce and powerful, rocked her against the wall. Her sweat-soaked skin started to chafe, but the discomfort only seemed to add to the pleasure-filled eroticism of the act.
“So fucking tight, Eloise, so hot and mine.” His face was buried in the crook of her neck. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that your pussy will ache for me when I’m not there. I’m going to make you mine, dominate you, make you submit because I know that’s what you want. That’s what I want, what I need from you.”
She pinched her nipples harder as she listened to him talk dirty.
“And when I’m done with you, baby, when you’re sweaty and weak, begging me to stop, pleading with me that you can’t handle anymore, I’m going to fuck your ass, give you so much more until you’re crying from the intensity.” At the last word, he shoved in
to her forcefully and she cried out in climax.
It was an almost out-of-body experience. Having him inside of her, moving, coaxing, stroking her to orgasm was nothing like touching herself, nothing like watching the dirty BDSM acts she’d watched on line. It was hard and rough, gritty and dirty. It was everything she’d been missing, she realized.
She expected Steel to come right after her, but when she felt his teeth graze the skin of her throat, adding a bit of pressure, a bit of pain, she knew he wasn’t done with her yet.
“Hold on,” his arms tightened around her and she was suddenly moving through the air, the only solid thing keeping her grounded was Steel. Then her back met the cool sheets of the bed, and her breath hissed out of her. Steel was still buried deep within her, and he started pounding her body.
In and out. Harder and faster.
“Hands above your head, and baby,” he slammed into her once, stilled, and held her gaze.
She did as he said, anxious and aroused.
“If you move your hands for any reason, I’m going to spank that pretty ass of yours until you can’t sit for a week.”
Oh God. She wanted that.
He resumed stroking her from the inside, bringing her closer to an orgasm she didn’t think she would be able to tolerate. Despite the fact she didn’t think she had it in her for another orgasm, Steel was proving that wrong. It was like his mission. The determination on his face said as much.
Hands above her head like he ordered, she held on to the slates of the headboard for leverage as he worked his cock in her pussy. A swivel of his hips on the down stroke, a bump to her cervix with the tip of his cock when he pushed inside, and he had her climbing closer and closer to agony and ecstasy. Steel was the composer, and he was playing her body like she was his masterpiece. Had she ever been with a man that knew exactly how to touch her, that could get off numerous times?
No. God, the answer was hell no.
“You’re going to stop thinking and just feel, baby. You’re going to enjoy my big cock pounding away in your tight, slippery cunt.” He emphasized his point by gripping her waist and pulling her down so her ass hung off the edge of the mattress, and he could get more leverage fucking her.
Was she that transparent that he noticed her mind was elsewhere? She didn’t have time to ponder it because his finger was on her clit and he was thrusting into her again. Back arched to try and shift her body so she could slide farther down on him, a hoarse moan of satisfaction left her when he pushed fully into her. The pleasure went on and on, and this time she thought for sure he would get off. But he pulled out as soon as her orgasm subsided and when she opened her eyes she could see his cock was still stiff.
There had never been a man that was so intent on pleasing her, or maybe by him pleasing her he was also pleasing himself?
She was unceremoniously flipped onto her belly and positioned so her toes touched the floor and she had to balance on them. Her ass was in the air and he pushed her thighs apart. There was no question that he could see every intimate part of her, and as if to prove her point she felt him run his finger over her folds.
He gathered her moisture and brought it to her anus, the hole that had never been breached. “I want your hands above you. The same rules apply as before, Eloise.” He leaned forward so his chest covered her back and gripped a chunk of her hair, pulling her head up so her neck was bared. He whispered in her ear in a rough growl, “I hope you do disobey me, because the punishment will be oh so sweet.” He let go of her hair and smoothed his hand down the length of her spine, stopping at the top of her ass and giving it a forceful slap. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was highly erotic, and she wanted to hear more of it. Lifting her ass, she presented more of it to him, hoping he would take the hint. All she got was a richly dark laugh.
He brought more moisture to her anus, and just as she closed her eyes and savored the taboo nature of his act, he pushed his finger into her ass. On instinct she reached back, not realizing her mistake until Steel pulled away from her. She immediately put her hands back where they were and mumbled an apology.
“Too late, sweetheart.”
She heard him move across the floor but didn’t dare look back. Would he actually spank her until she couldn’t walk? Did he like hearing a woman cry out as he brought his palm down on their flesh? Just when fear started to take control of her he was back, his chest on her back. His heat seeped into her, easing away the fear that tried to control her. She had never had a man do half the things Steel had just done, and although some may have seemed tame, she did want more, wanted it darker.
“What I want to do to you is meant to pleasure you. Fear does not belong here, and does not belong in what we are experiencing together, Eloise.” He kissed the side of her head and she was surprised at the comforting gesture. Steel didn’t seem like the type of man that would take the time to reassure a woman he was fucking, but he did with her and that went a long way in helping her trust for him grow.
“I just want to make you feel good. Trust me, baby. Trust me to take care of you.” He didn’t move and just let his words sink in. He seemed to be waiting for her reply.
“Okay.” The single word came out on her exhale. Steel gripped her chin and turned her so their lips met. The kiss was soft, sweet. His demeanor right now was so unlike the persona he displayed that she was taken aback by it. When the kiss ended their eyes locked. His silent question hung between them and she swallowed, knowing what he wanted to hear and knowing she had to go with her instinct.
“I trust you.”
He didn’t smile, just leaned in, and gave his response with a press of his mouth to hers. When his chest left her back, she buried her face in the mattress, breathing in the scent that was all Steel, her hardened biker. There was no time for her to think about what-ifs as the feel of something hard and painful slammed against her ass cheek. She gasped out, looked over her shoulder, and saw he held her brush. He spanked her with the smooth, flat side of it, and the fact that she liked it, like the pain, should have disgusted her. As it was, she grew more aroused.
Over and over he spanked her until, the agony and ecstasy became one. The more he spanked her the more excited she became. Her pussy felt wetter, more swollen, and against all odds, she wanted to come again. She might be sexually exhausted, so sated that she could hardly move, but she wanted more. A lot more.
Steel brought the brush down on her ass for the fourth time and she strained forward. Every part of her back and bottom felt hot, sensitive. Endorphins exploded inside of her and the rush of pleasure had warm tears sliding down her cheeks and coating the sheets beneath her. There was no sound coming from Steel, just the steady noise of the brush hitting her flesh. Every time she heard it, that thump on her body, her pussy would clamp down and her nipples would tingle.
“Such a good girl, Eloise.” Another strike to her ass. “You’re my good girl, my gorgeous fucking girl.” He smoothed his hand over her ass. “So responsive.” One more, this time on her inner thighs. She had since eased her legs open, loving that every once in a while a strip would graze her labia, causing a sharp lash that had her growing slicker. She wanted his cock in her, wanted him filling her. Most of all, she wanted his dick in her ass. It was such a foreign desire, one that she never thought she would entertain.
He must have spanked her a dozen times before she was crying into the sheets for him to stop, for him to give her more.
“Beg me to fuck your ass. Beg me to spread these red cheeks, covered with my marks, and shove into your tight little asshole.” When she didn’t answer right away, he slapped her ass with his open palm.
“Yes, please. Do it. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard.” Cool air shifted over her anus when he spread her cheeks. He moved her moisture from her pussy to the puckered hole and slowly started working the digit inside. There was a slight bit of discomfort, but then he added a second finger and started scissoring them inside of her, stretching her for what he was about to push into her.
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nbsp; For several tortured minutes, he fucked her ass with his fingers while his other hand ran circles around her clit. It was a slow burn of desire that made her desperate for him, but it wouldn’t get her off. She knew what he was doing, knew he was waiting for her to come until he was buried deep in her ass.
The sheets were bunched in her fists and she couldn’t contain the moans that continually spilled from her as he moved his fingers in her ass and teased her clit with his other hand. Her pussy clenched, trying to grab onto something, but disappointment slammed into her when there was nothing for her to grip on to. He removed his probing fingers and replaced them with the very broad, very hot tip of his shaft. He was big and her hole was very small. Pain lanced through her when he tried to push past the tight ring of muscle.
“Bear down, baby. It’ll go in nice and smooth if you relax.” She did as he asked and felt her eyes widen when he finally slid into her. The discomfort took her breath away, and when he was fully embedded inside of her, the gentle slap of his balls becoming wet from her moisture, she let the breath she hadn’t realized she held in, out.
With her eyes closed and her mind trying to wrap itself around what she was experiencing, she didn’t realize Steel had leaned forward until she felt one of his hands encompass both of her wrists. He raised them above her so far that she felt the strain in her shoulders. His other hand braced on the spot right between her shoulder blades. He used his weight above her, pushing her into the mattress as he started to slowly slide in and out of her ass. It was a strange feeling, being filled back there, but with each thrust and retreat, she started to feel the fullness and discomfort start to morph into something even more wicked, and even more delicious.
The sound of slippery skin moving together, of his balls slapping against her swollen, wet pussy, was a driving fuel to the ecstasy that was climbing in her body and just lying in wait to explode. She forced her head up and saw the mirror on the dresser right across from her. She could see Steel’s powerful body above hers. His skin was golden and sweat slicked, and his muscles bunched and taut as his hips pushed in and pulled out of her. His gaze was riveted to the spot where his cock disappeared and a look of unadulterated lust covered his expression.