Blind Devotion

by Sam Crescent

  “Baby, talk to me, and I might be able to help with that confusion.” He ran his hands up and down her arms, comforting her.

  “No, I can’t ask you this. It’s crazy, and I’m sure women’s magazines would be against me asking something like this,” she said.

  Pussy chuckled. “Just ask.”

  Letting out a sigh, she nibbled on her lip. “Okay, do you find me attractive?” she asked.

  “Baby, you’ve got no idea how hot you make me. You’re so fucking perfect and beautiful. You put other women to shame.”

  She smiled. “Really?”

  “Does this feel like I want to fuck something ugly?” He placed her hand on the hard ridge of his cock. Wow. No, it didn’t feel like he wanted to fuck something ugly. “This is what you do to me.”

  His other hand went underneath her chin, tilting her head back. She didn’t know what she was looking at. This was what she hated the most, the lack of knowing where her gaze fell.

  “I like what I do to you,” she said.

  “I’m going to kiss you now.”

  Did he want her to say anything or to deny him? She wanted to feel his lips on hers.

  He moved some of her hair out of the way, and then his mouth was on hers. At first they were gentle, exploring hers. His tongue glided over her lips, and she moaned at the smallest contact.

  “You taste so fucking good,” he said, muttering the words against her.

  “Please don’t stop.” She needed his lips on hers. There was no way she’d be able to survive without his kiss.

  Pussy plundered her mouth, and she whimpered.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby. Kiss me back.” He stroked his tongue along her own, and she met him stroke for stroke, tasting him. She loved the feel of him and the way he licked along her lips before going inside. He broke the kiss first, kissing down her neck.

  You don’t know him.

  She didn’t know him, yet her body was more than happy to have him touching her.

  “Let’s get rid of this jacket and make you a little more comfortable.” He pushed her jacket from her shoulders, and she heard it fall to the floor. With her arms free, she wrapped them around his body, rubbing herself against him.

  “Fuck, baby, you make me want to do crazy shit to keep you.” He cupped her cheeks, turning her head this way and that. She couldn’t fight him or her body. For once she craved to do something that would make her feel good and no one else.

  His lips moved down to her collarbone. His tongue slid over her pulse. The shirt she wore stopped him from going any further.

  “You’re going to have to tell me to stop, Sasha. I want you, and if you let me, I’ll fuck you all night long and show you what you’ve been missing,” he said.

  Chapter Five

  Pussy waited patiently for her to respond. The light was on, and it was almost nightfall outside. His cock was causing him some problems, he was so hard. Gritting his teeth, he continued to wait for her response.

  “I don’t want you to stop.”

  Her eyes were on his chest. Could it be possible for her to see him one day? Pussy didn’t know the answer, and he didn’t care. He’d have her any way he could get her.

  “I’ll take it slow. I know this is your first time.”

  “Are you going to eat my pussy?” she asked. Her cheeks were a lovely shade of red. He wondered what he could do to her in order to have her all a nice shade of red.

  Removing his jacket, he threw it to the bed. Taking his cell phone out of his pocket, he turned it off so he wouldn’t be called away from taking time with her body.

  “What are you doing?”

  During the hours they were together, he’d noticed she hated silence. She’d ask questions or say stuff to fill in any gaps.

  “I’m turning my phone off. I don’t want the club interrupting me. Tonight is all about you, and if I have to answer my phone, then it stops being about you and all about them.”

  “I wouldn’t mind, if you had to answer the call.”

  “When I start eating your pussy, Sasha, I’m not going to want to stop.” He gave her his full attention. “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, do you want to do this?

  She stayed still for the longest time, frowning. How could she not see? Her eyes were filled with so much emotion, and yet she didn’t even know what he looked like.

  “Yes, I want to do this.” She started to fumble with her shirt. Reaching out, he placed his palm over her shaking hands, and she immediately stopped.

  “There’s no rush for us to do anything,” he said. Stop it, you fucking idiot. You want her. Stop giving her reasons not to want you.

  “Pussy, I want this. Please, I’ve spent the last four years feeling like I can’t do anything. Don’t take away the few hours of pleasure you’ve promised me.”

  “You’re a virgin,” he said.

  What the fuck are you doing?

  “You’re not. You know what you’re doing. Can’t you take the lead and do what you always do with women?” she asked.

  He didn’t want to treat her like he did other women.

  Stop being a pussy and give her what she wants.

  Fisting his palms at his side, he reached out to cup her face.

  “I only ask one thing,” she said.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “Talk to me all the way through. I hate silence, and it makes me nervous.”

  Pussy smiled. “You want me to talk dirty to you.”

  “Yes. Tell me what you’re doing.”

  “I can do that, baby.” He tugged off his shirt. Taking hold of her hand, he pressed her palm to his chest. “I’ve taken my shirt off. You can touch me now and feel how naked I am.”

  He watched her lick her lips.

  “Do you have tattoos?” she asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Tell me about them.”

  Taking hold of her hand, he pushed her palm up to his left arm. “I’ve got the Chaos Bleeds symbol here. It’s a skull-and-crossbones, metallic in appearance. Quite a few of the guys have this symbol on their bodies.” Down he went to around his wrist. “I thought it was ironic to have a pair of cuffs inked around my wrists. I’m not held by the law, but I’m held by my club. I’d do anything for them.”

  “Even go to prison.”

  “Sasha, I’d die for the club, that’s how serious this commitment is.”

  “Would they do the same for you?” she asked.

  “Yes, they would.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “I know my club. We’ve been through a lot together to get here. They wouldn’t stop there if they didn’t have to.” He let her stroke the inside of his wrists. Pussy refused to think about why. The feel of her fingers lightly touching his skin made him feel alive in ways he didn’t think was possible, especially to him. For so long he’d been taking his pleasure from endless women without any care for them. He cared what Sasha felt.

  With her first time, he wished to make it as memorable as possible.

  Be real, you don’t want any other man to touch what’s yours.

  In such a short space of time Sasha had gone from being “the blind girl” to someone more. Devil was right. He’d never gone to this much trouble for anyone else, not even Lexie or Ashley.

  “What other ink do you have?” she asked.

  He took her hand and slowly stroked over the top part of his body going from arm to arm, across his chest then over his stomach. She didn’t say anything, only smiled every now and then when he pointed out certain marks on his body.

  “I’ve got some on my back as well.”

  “Can I feel?”

  “Sure.” He turned around, and she followed the movement with her palm. Her fingers touched his skin ever so lightly. “I’ve got a lion on my back along with several other mini tattoos. There’s a tiny butterfly across my right shoulder because I lost a fucking bet, and I’m never going to live it down as long as I live.”

  She giggled. Pu
ssy liked the feel of her hands on his body. There was something electrifying about how she touched him. She was gentle, never rough. He wanted to show her how rough she could be with him. Pussy loved the feel of a woman’s nails raking the skin as she screamed in orgasm. In Chaos Bleeds he was the star of making a woman feel good.

  “I wish I could see them. You feel like you work out. Do you?”

  “I work out as much as I can.”

  Her hands danced along his skin. “It must be nice.”

  “What?”

  “To be able to work out without fear of falling or bumping into things. It has been so long since I’ve felt like that.”

  Turning around he saw the smile dancing across her lips.

  “I can help you with that.”

  “Is this another thing the club does? Feel sorry for other women who can’t do stuff themselves?” she asked.

  “No, this is all me. I want you to feel good about yourself. You shouldn’t have to rely on anyone.”

  The smile dropped from her lips again. “I don’t want to depend on anyone. It sucks. I always wish there was something more I could do.”

  Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “Baby, there’s always something you can do, and I’m going to be here to see that you do get the chance to do what you want. I hate people who hurt others.”

  “I don’t want to talk about them anymore.”

  “Good, because I don’t want to hear what any of those fuckers have to say about you. After today, Kenneth will never be able to touch you.”

  Pussy didn’t care about his connection with Gonzalez. Anyone who hurt a woman and took away her sight was someone who needed to be taken out in Pussy’s book.

  “You’re one of a kind,” she said.

  “And I’ve not even gotten my mouth on your pussy. You’re going to be a lucky woman soon,” he said, winking at her.

  She chuckled, and she’d not even seen him wink.

  “You’ve not had a lot to laugh about lately, have you?” he asked.

  “No, I’ve not, but you’re about to change that for me.” Her hands were laid on his arms, waiting.

  “Yes, I’m about to change all of that for you.” Tilting her head back, he stared at her face. The trust she showed him scared the shit out of him. She should be more cautious. He’d killed a lot of men, caused problems wherever he went, and done it all with a smile and in the name of the club. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for the club.

  Even as he looked at her and thought how she deserved a better man, he didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

  “I’m going to kiss you now,” he said.

  She whimpered but still didn’t pull away. Dropping his head down, he brushed his lips against hers. Sasha melted against him and he gave everything to her. Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, he moaned, going in deep. He glided his tongue over hers, going as deep as he could for her to take as much of him as possible.

  “You don’t have a clue what you’re doing to me, do you?” he asked, muttering the words against her lips.

  Shaking her head, she ran her hands up his arms to band around his neck. Sliding his hands to her waist, he fingered the flesh that was revealed by her shirt being ridden up. She was soft against his hardness. Moaning, he licked along her lips then pressed kisses down her face to her neck. She moved her head to the side giving him better access to kiss her.

  “You’re going to drive me insane,” he said, moaning. Her fingers tightened in the hair at the base of his neck.

  Going under her shirt, he touched her skin and felt her shake beneath his touch.

  She’s innocent. Take your time and go as slow as possible.

  Closing his eyes, he tried to consider her innocence as he touched her.

  Take her.

  “Let me know if I’m going too fast for you,” he said.

  “You’re not going fast enough, Pussy. Please, I ache all over again.” Sasha took over, pressing her lips to his. He was so close that she didn’t miss him as she kissed him back.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he took her back until they were closer to the bed. He needed the flat surface in case he lost his mind and took her there in the center of the room.

  “I’m going to take your shirt off,” he said.

  In one sweep, he removed her shirt leaving her in a simple cotton bra. The underwear was unattractive, yet it didn’t detract from the beauty of her pale skin.

  “What’s the matter? You stopped and didn’t say anything.”

  “You’re beautiful. Your bra doesn’t do you justice, but it doesn’t matter.” He fingered the strap then ran the pads of his fingers across her chest to the top of her breasts. “I’m honored that you’ve picked me.” He slid the strap of her bra down her arm.

  He noticed the goosebumps that erupted all over her arms.

  “Are you still with me?”

  “Keep talking and I’m more than with you.”

  Pussy chuckled.

  Turning her around, he flicked the catch of her bra. “Don’t stop it from falling. I want to see your tits,” he said, whispering the words against her head.

  “You really are sinful, aren’t you?”

  “We’ve not even gotten started on the good stuff yet. Give me chance to show you how good I can make this.” He eased the bra off her arms and simply gasped. Her tits were everything he’d thought they would be. They were large and beautiful with tight red nipples. Licking his lips, he reached out and cupped her breast. Sliding his thumb across the tip he watched her gasp. Her breasts were sensitive to the slightest touch. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes. Please, don’t stop.”

  “I’ve got more exciting stuff to do to you.” Moving to the next breast, he circled the nipple. She pushed her chest out toward him, offering her body up for him to play with.

  Feeling wicked, he claimed one of her nipples with his lips, sucking the hard bud into his mouth.

  She cried out. Her hands went to his arms with her nails sinking inside his flesh. Pinching the other breast, he stared up her body to see her response.

  Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open slightly. She looked amazed by what he was doing. Going to the second breast, he teased it as much as the first. With his free hand Pussy fingered the button of her jeans. Moving from one breast to the other, he took his time, loving her tits. Her tits deserved the time to be sucked, nibbled, and adored.

  Opening the button of her jeans, he popped them open and slid the zipper down. Cupping her hips, he pushed her jeans down her thighs. She wiggled, helping him push the offending item of clothing down.

  Releasing her breasts, he sank down in front of her. He placed his hands on her hips so she knew where he was.

  “I’m going to take off your pants.”

  “Don’t let go,” she said, biting her lip.

  “I won’t, baby, I promise.”

  “You make a lot of promises.” She let out a breath.

  He didn’t respond and started to peel her panties away from her. Pubic hair covered her pussy, obscuring her from his view. When he was close to a razor he’d be trimming her hair so he could see the lips of her sex.

  She smelled feminine and sweet.

  “You’re not talking. Is something wrong?” she asked.

  “No, nothing is wrong.” He let go of her hip and started to slide his fingers through her hair. “I want to remove some of this hair when I get my hands on a razor. Will you let me?”

  “Yes, if you promise not to cut me.”

  “Don’t you know by now that I’ll take care of all of your needs?” He returned his grip to her hip and walked her back. Once the backs of her knees hit the bed she sat down. “Actually, will you trust me to go and get that razor? I don’t want to leave you alone, but I also want you to feel everything I can do to you.”

  “You want to leave?” she asked.

  “I’ll be back. I’ll lock the door, and all you have to do is sit here and wait. There’s a
shop down the street, and I forgot to get rubbers, babe. I can’t fuck you without a condom. You could get pregnant.” He groaned, dropping his head onto her leg. “Fuck, you make me want you so much that I’ve forgot to get condoms.”

  She chuckled. “Okay, erm, could I lie on the bed while you’re gone?”

  “Sure.”

  He helped her onto the bed then kissed her lips. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

  ****

  Sasha heard the door go and then silence. “That’s it, he’s gone. He’s gone, and I’m lying on a bed talking to myself because I’m going insane. No one is here, and I’ve got nothing to say.”

  Running her hands across the bedding she tried to bring some focus to her little world. One morning with Pussy and she’d left Piston County behind. Had Pussy claimed her? She didn’t understand what any of this meant. Holding her hands in front of her, she thought about the feel of his body underneath his touch. He’d been hard, each ridge of his muscles outlined against her palm.

  Silence filled the gap in between her talking. She hated this. If she had her sight she’d be able to watch television or sit beside the window looking out at the night. Her vision was a constant, never ending night.

  Would he come back?

  Over the years Kenneth had made her believe that she was a nuisance. Even her own mother didn’t want to know her. Her mother spent most of her time at the bottom of a bottle or throwing down some pills rather than spend time with her. Every now and then, the old mother she knew would appear with food and conversation. Whatever Kenneth said was a lie.

  Push them aside. Stop thinking about either of them. They’re nothing right now.

  She did her best to ignore them and focused on the silence that surrounded her. In no time at all, the door was opening. “I’ve got the stuff I need, baby.”

  The door closed, and more shuffling happened.

  “Shit, I should have left the television on, shouldn’t I? Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

  Sasha giggled. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. I’m more than capable of looking after myself. I didn’t get into any trouble lying here.”

  “Still, I’m going to have to learn to take care of you.”