Bobcat (Rolling Thunder MC Birmingham Book 2)

by Candace Blevins

  Some submissives bring their own things — silicon butt plugs, leather whips, etc. In this case, I’d brought my whips. I clean them with leather cleaner, which is fine for a supernatural.

  But, the point to all of this is that we can’t put the dungeon rooms into the main spa area because it would be impossible to explain away whips, butt plugs, and nipple clamps. There are residences on the back of the property. Bikers used to live in them all, but everyone was required to live in the apartment complex for security reasons. Mad Dog had brought in three long-retired MC members, now in their seventies to nineties, to live on the premises as caretakers. Werewolves age much better than humans, so they were more than capable of watching over the walled neighborhood.

  The residences are situated so six of them share a courtyard between them. It’s a gathering place for the MC family, and far enough away from the spa complex, it’s practically in its own little world.

  The basement of one of those six homes houses the BDSM portion of the spa. LEO will never be able to prove it’s part of the spa, because it’s part of a residence. A tunnel leads from the lowest level of the spa to the basement BDSM rooms. There are signs on the way proclaiming you are leaving the spa and heading to the residences, and trespassers will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. They’ve run the dungeon rooms for over twenty years and LEO has never found them. No customer makes it to the dungeon without first having sex in a normal spa room. LEO doesn’t do that. Warrants have never been specific enough to get them past private rooms into hidden hallways.

  Tess and I walked to the back portion of the spa on this level, and she sat in the passenger seat of a two-person golf cart. I unplugged it from the wall, slid into the driver’s seat, and headed us towards the dungeon. Her arousal levels were moderate, but I smelled uncertainty, too.

  “Anything I need to know? Triggers? Fantasies? Trauma?”

  “Nope.” Her arousal level dropped. She didn’t want to talk about this. At all.

  “I have a bullwhip in my bag. If I can get you on the winch, I intend to hear you scream.”

  Her uncertainty changed to anticipation, and her arousal levels went up. Significantly.

  “So you acknowledge this is going to be a fight, and you aren’t sure you’ll get me where you want me?”

  I wasn’t acknowledging any such thing, but it didn’t feel right to point that out, so I told her, “I have a few rules. We both stay human, and we don’t create an injury that will force the other to change. Minor injuries. No scratching each other’s eyes out or ripping off limbs.”

  “Okay.”

  “If you hit me, I’ll hit you back.” I glanced at her and looked back at the road. “Please don’t go there. If I punch you in the face, I’ll take you down and establish dominance, but there won’t be any sex. Once I’ve punched someone, the magic is gone.”

  “So, punching you in the face is somewhat of a safeword?”

  She was joking, and yet... not. She didn’t want a safeword. I shook my head and didn’t look at her. I kept my focus on driving through the tunnel. “No. The action won’t stop, but there won’t be anything sexual. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop fighting you. You want me to stop fighting you when you didn’t establish a safeword? Cry uncle and go limp so I can prove dominance. That’s the only way out once we’ve started.”

  “You’re so sure you can take me?”

  I shrugged. Razor’s taught me a lot of Krav Maga, but I was a damned good fighter even before I had actual training. I wasn’t going to tell her any of that, though. “I guess we’ll see.”

  Chapter Nine

  Tess

  I hadn’t been sure Bobcat understood what I wanted, but it seemed he did. While I wasn’t a fan of sitting quietly until we made it into the room, I got it. He needed me to do more than verbally tell him I was good with this. He needed me to show him.

  There’s a little-known fact about the purple room. It can be barricaded from the inside. Once we were in and the locks engaged, no one would come in on us until we decided to leave. No phone service. No help. Just me and Bobcat.

  Not only that, but the restraints in this room could hold me. They’d held me before. When I pay a Dom, I’m restrained before it starts. I can fight my restraints all I want — it doesn’t do any good.

  We pulled to a stop in front of the three doors to the three dungeon rooms. I knew there was a way up into the residence above us, but I had no idea where or how. Even as their attorney, I wasn’t privy to all their secrets. I know one of the golf carts has a cage on the back, and some women are stripped and put into it, so they get the fantasy of being taken to the dungeon as a naked slave in restraints, but that option is only available to established, special customers.

  I’ve heard rumors of the sweetbutts spending an entire weekend down here as part of their initiation back when the club had sixty-plus members. Fucked from Friday night until Sunday evening with very few breaks. At times, fucked by three at a time. Rumor has it, they had to fit snacks in while they were being fucked during the times no one was using their mouth. Rumor also had it the only fluids they got were the cum they were fed, but I had a feeling the humans were given plenty of water since no one had ever ended up in the hospital. The guys might be rough with them, but if they scented true distress they’d fix it.

  “You goin’ in?”

  I jumped a little at the question. I’d been lost in thought.

  “Yeah. Sorry. Was just thinking of all the rumors about this place. Sometimes the club’s secrecy creates more of a legend than the truth, but sometimes the facts are more than anyone imagines.”

  I slid out of the seat and walked to the black steel door with a plate-sized purple circle painted about head-height. It was unlocked, and I walked in and made my way to the center of the room. The door closed behind me, but I didn’t turn to see if Bobcat had followed me. I could smell him.

  It took him a minute to secure us in — the inner barricades aren’t often used and take a few moments to manually set. I turned to watch him, and breathed in.

  A little trepidation, but he was mostly into it. I expected he’d talk some more before he started, but he turned and was across the room before I knew what was coming.

  I know how to fight, and yet, he took control and I was on the floor, flat on my back, looking at the ceiling while he ripped my shirt off within seconds. It was all I could do to keep my inner mongoose from producing claws and swiping. He wanted to fight human. He didn’t want us punching each other in the face. I’d agreed to it, but damn if that didn’t take away my options.

  He had my legs secure, and he thwarted my attempts at escape. He also blocked my arm when I reached for his throat.

  My adrenaline surged, my clit throbbed in anticipation, and I rode the wave of the thrill of the fight.

  And through it all, my inner mongoose was ecstatic. No one had taken control of us like this in so damned long, she wanted to sing, but I couldn’t let her out. Not that she actually sings, but in her mind, she thinks she does. Really, she sounds more like an old man mumbling about whatever is annoying him at the moment.

  Bobcat’s arm landed across my throat and I fought to stay human. I went motionless. I’d practically dared him to take control, and he’d taken me at my word. My pulse roared in my ears and my clit. Heat pooled between my legs.

  I could barely talk with his arm over my throat, but I managed a raspy, “Fuck me already.”

  He chuckled. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be makin’ demands.”

  The next thing I knew, I was on my stomach, ass in the air, and cool air brushed over bare skin. My waistband was still around my hips, but nothing was on my butt. Common sense told me he’d used his claws to slice the fabric away, but I didn’t think he’d touched my skin with them. I hadn’t felt them, at any rate.

  “Still fighting, or are you ready to submit?” I felt his dick at my asshole and I sucked air in. He hadn’t lubed me and his dick didn’t feel terribly slic
k. As if reading my mind, he said, “Submit and stay put, and you get lube. Resist and I go in dry. Your choice.”

  I usually have total control over my temper. As an attorney, I’m the one manipulating others to pop off while I stay cool and collected, but Bobcat had blown through my cool exterior. I struggled against him and managed to say, “Fuck you!”

  And then I squealed, because he thrust into my ass, spreading me, owning me. Sharp pain for an instant, and then the spasming and burning, but it was exactly what I’d needed from him. Within four seconds, he was balls deep inside me, and I don’t know what it is about cats, but none of them have skinny dicks. Some are longer and some shorter, but every last fucking one of them is fatter than anyone in their right mind would consider reasonable.

  Thankfully, he went in and stopped, his fat cock holding me open without actively fucking me.

  “Breathe, Tess. You got this.”

  I sucked air in, blew it out. It didn’t help. I did it again.

  And again.

  “Fuck.” It came out a little whiny and a whole lot bitchy. I wanted to fight him with everything I had, but I was trapped. I couldn’t stop this. I hadn’t wanted to stop this, and a thrill went through me again. He was in my ass and there was nothing I could do about it. It hurt, and it was about to hurt worse, and I couldn’t stop him.

  “You ready to promise you’ll be good for a little lube?” His mouth was millimeters from my ear. His breath brushed across sensitive nerve endings with a direct connection to my clit. I knew he could smell my arousal, but I didn’t know if he’d think it was the words or if he’d know it was the tone and the sensations as much as his damned cocky-assed attitude.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Pretty sure I’m the one doing the fucking.”

  I took another breath and wiggled my toes. “A little lube would be appreciated, but I can’t promise to submit nicely.”

  He kissed my cheek. “You asked nice and you were honest. I won’t ask for more than that.”

  Chapter Ten

  Bobcat

  I was semi-gentle coming out, but fast enough for a little gasp. I got the distinct impression the woman and the beast weren’t in total agreement about what they needed, but the mongoose was going to have to be appeased before I could give the woman what she craved.

  Speaking of beasts, my cat wanted to make his presence known as well, but I’d decreed we both stay in human form. Still, before I let go of her enough she could turn and fight me again, I leaned forward and bit the skin at the back of her neck.

  Hard.

  And it worked. She froze in place while I pulled a packet of lube from my pocket, ripped it open, and dumped it on my cock. I gave her asshole a quick swipe with my slick fingers as well. I only got lube on my left hand, so I’d have my right one free for use. I wiped my left on my jeans to get the worst of it off, and then debated on whether to finish disrobing before I fucked her. I only had the zipper open and my jeans a few inches lower than normal — handy since I’d had lube in my front pocket. I decided I needed to get down to business before she started fighting me again, so I went right back in her ass, and gave a low groan at her warm heat. Lube made it an entirely different experience.

  With a hand on each of her shoulder blades, I gave her a half-dozen hard, fast pumps. She pushed up and over with her right arm, but I was ready for it, and I flipped us both without coming out of her, so I was on my back and she was on me, face up with her ass still full of my cock. I resituated my feet, held her where I wanted her, and gave her another dozen hard pumps.

  “Mine, Tessa.”

  I wished we were on a padded surface, but this section of floor was painted with a bleachable epoxy and I knew it was clean. I flipped her back over, careful not to plant her face into the concrete, but I heard her elbow hit harder than I’d intended. I smelled pain, but her arousal easily dwarfed it so I didn’t stop to ask if she was okay.

  The mongoose needed to learn to respect me before I could be nice to the woman.

  “Pull your knees up. Get’em under you.” It came out gruffer than I intended, but she did it without arguing. We both made little involuntary noises at the movement.

  It wasn’t lost on me that she’d gone into the exact position a cat would demand, but now didn’t seem like the time to interrogate her about past partners.

  “Gonna fill you full of my come.” I leaned in to say it, and barely whispered. As before, the smell of lust saturated the room, and I breathed it in. She moved to reach under her, and I grabbed her arm and folded it against her back. “Oh no. You’re gonna come, but it’ll be because I made you come unglued, not because you fucking diddled yourself.”

  As if my words were all she’d needed, she came apart under me, shaking and quaking and jerking. The hair on her head shifted to fur about three seconds before changing back to her beautiful yet severe short hairstyle.

  I was at the perfect angle to fuck her hard, and I gave her everything I had — merciless, rapid-fire speed so forceful I moved us across the floor, but her orgasm didn’t wane, so I kept at it.

  When I finally came, it felt as if she drained my balls all the way down to my toes. I hoped to high heaven she’d let me hold her without fighting me, and she did, but only a few seconds. Still, I reveled in the feel of her warm, satiated body folding into my embrace for those few precious moments.

  And then she kicked me and tried to roll out of my arms, so I stood, slung her over my shoulder, and walked to the chain hanging from the ceiling. The cuffs were already on it, and I deftly secured both ankles into them before she had a chance to fight me. I let her down semi-gently — her head didn’t touch the floor, but her hands did. More cuffs were nearby, and I quickly restrained her hands behind her back. The cuffs are made to hold supernaturals, so there was no danger of her ripping herself loose.

  I stepped back and watched her struggle a brief moment and then calm herself — the perfect predator.

  “I’m afraid I don’t know much about mongooses. I have a feeling you know a lot about cats.”

  Nothing. Leave it to me to try to banter with an attorney.

  I used the room’s safety scissors to cut the rest of her clothes off, and then took mine off. She held her hands to her back for a while, and then let them relax, which torqued her shoulders. She wasn’t in pain, but she wasn’t comfortable either.

  Here’s the thing most people don’t know about whips and floggers — they can be nice, or they can be mean. Most only know the cruel aspects, but a many-tailed flogger, used judiciously, can easily bring someone to orgasm. I sat in front of her, so we were face to face. Granted, hers was upside down, but still.

  “How ya doin’?”

  Does law school teach facial expressions? Acting classes? I was pretty sure her incredulous look was real because her scent told me the same thing, and yet, it seemed a touch exaggerated.

  “Not talking to the lawyer. Let the woman out. How are you doing?”

  She shook her head. “Woman, attorney, mongoose. Not sure I can separate them out. I’m a complete package.”

  When I didn’t say anything, she added, “Can you separate the man and the biker? It’s who you are — right?”

  I gave a tiny nod before I realized I was going to. “Point. You still haven’t told me how you’re doing.”

  “My shoulders are going to get tired before long.”

  “So, if I’m being nice, I’ll tie them up so you don’t have to hold them up? Is that it?”

  She gave me a half-smile. She knew I wasn’t planning to help her out with them.

  “For the record, if I intended to tear into you with a whip, your hands would be bound out to the side to keep you from spinning and twisting. You aren’t in trouble today. I’m just taking what I want, and it so happens the cat wants to see you orgasm some more. There’ll be a little pain, but unless you tell me you’re craving it and need more than a little...” I shrugged. “The cat wants to play with his prey without hurting it too m
uch. That work for you?”

  Her eyes went hard. “I’m. Not. Prey.”

  I grinned. “Really? Didn’t take too much to get you all trussed up.”

  She glared at me, and I stood. She was going to need a little more pain than I’d planned, but that was okay — I had a better handle on her needs after our little conversation. The mongoose still needed to be put in her place, but the woman was going to be just fine with a string of orgasms.

  Tess

  The room shifted around me and my heart sped. He’d put a spreader bar between my ankles, and now he was extending it, pushing my legs apart. My ankles were spread so far, I’d have felt the stretch if I didn’t take a ballet class several times a week.

  My pussy lips separated, and cool air brushed across my clit.

  Bobcat’s bare feet sounded on the hard floor surface. Their tempo set me on edge.

  I watched upside down. My nose told me the flogger he retrieved from his bag was leather. I analyzed it, hanging at his side. Big and heavy. Long, wide strands, and a lot of them. It would pack a punch, but it wasn’t likely to sting.

  I’ve been known to bring a rawhide flogger with knots, so the pro Dom can use it on me. The knots rip the skin off, and if I don’t change and heal, I feel it for weeks. Sometimes, a little pain helps you know you’re alive. Sometimes, walking into a courtroom smelling of battle confuses the other attorney enough it puts them off their game. Humans may not realize it consciously, but their warrior brain picks it up. Not all humans have that level of awareness, but it’s been my experience that most trial attorneys have a well-developed sense of survival.

  But this flogger was more about sensation than long-term pain. Applied to my back, I’d have likely been disappointed, but my back wasn’t easily available.