by Carmen Faye
He'd been like an angel, albeit one with tattoos and a penchant for living outside the law. Darcy didn't pretend anymore. She accepted that she liked him purely because he was a bad boy, at first. What was going to be a good time and some heavy sex ended up turning into something loving and wonderful.
Having always been so dominant with what she wanted to do, it was refreshing to have a man who could take over for her when he needed to, but also let her be free at other times. Speed tied her up frequently, spanking her ass with a paddle or his tough hands. Darcy could just about cum from nothing but a good spanking and the immense teasing sessions she endured while firmly bound with soft ropes and fluffy handcuffs.
They met for training, and then retired to the bedroom. Her wrists were bound to her ankles like a hog, belly down on her own bed. The ropes felt soothing around her flesh, writhing around in her bondage. She imagined them as loving little serpents of love, coiled and holding her to encourage the pleasure, holding her so she couldn’t try to run away and miss out on all there was to enjoy. They were nothing without Speed being there to make it all happen.
“You’re getting too good at this,” she said later that day, after a nice spanking session. “I’d better learn how to fight, in case I need to beat off any women who try to steal you from me.”
“Sweetheart, they were already all over me before I met you. You got nothin’ to worry about.” He slapped her ass and it felt great. She’d been working hard for that firm ass, and wanted Speed to enjoy it. “Besides, you really earned everything you get. Your riding’s getting so good, there’s no way you’ll fail to qualify for the Frog race.” That’s what Speed had taken to calling the Tour de France. He was passionate about encouraging her to win, but he still like his racist little jokes at the expense of the French. It must have been some outdated sense of patriotism in him that he’d squelched down the day he decided to break the law for a living.
Darcy wasn’t quite sure, but she just found it cute by that point, despite what her ideas about good taste told her.
“All of this foreplay and no actual sex, though,” she said. “Feel how wet my pussy is, baby.”
Speed put his hand between her thighs and rubbed around. He removed her panties and they were drenched, glistening under the bedroom light. He licked them and smiled, that old wolf-smile. Only this was a more comforting wolf’s smile, one Darcy could trust now. One that she wanted planted all over her body, more than ever. “You’re going to gag on my dick first.”
“Oh, sir? I hope I can handle it.” She was getting better at swallowing Speed’s dick, but still felt intimidated when he wanted her to deep throat him properly. “I work better with my hands, sir.”
“No. Shut up and open your dirty mouth.” Speed was smiling, as it was all fun, but neither of them would dare break their role and ruin it all.
Darcy did as told, hoping she was going to be able to do this without choking. She looked up from her bed, where she was tied up like a caught pig. Speed was as naked as she was. His dick had risen to point up at an angle the moment he started walking toward her head.
“You’ll get sex if you can handle this.”
Darcy held her mouth open like a goldfish going after some fish flakes. Speed waggled his dick around in front of her face, letting it lightly hit her cheeks, and then he put the bottom of his shaft right across her forehead and laughed to himself. His balls nestled over her chin and she licked at them. He held himself like that for awhile, and then leaded forward and slapped her ass again. “I can’t believe what a good girl you are,” he said.
Then, he pulled moved back, lowering his dick to point at her still open mouth. He kept his hands on his hips and carefully guided himself into her mouth. “Just keep your mouth open, and I’ll do all the work, sweetheart,” he said.
Darcy looked up and winked at him. She kept her eyes locked on her strong man as he pushed to the back of her throat. That made her want to gag a little, but she focused like she did when riding.
The head of Speed’s dick was bulging with his excitement. It penetrated the hole of her throat, and slid down. She could smell him strongly and it grew as he pushed deeper. “There’s a good girl!” he shouted with a lot of enthusiasm, as his balls tickled her lips.
Speed slapped her face playfully. He said he didn't enjoy the role too much, but he sure fit the part perfectly. “You’re all mine, aren’t you?” He pulled his dick out slowly, causing immense relief to Darcy.
Her throat was suddenly clear, and she could breathe again. She was proud of herself, and smiled brightly. “Yes, sir, I am. Are you impressed yet?”
“No, you’re not good enough at this yet. Here…” He put a hand on her head and she opened her mouth for some more deep throating. This time, Speed thrust himself back and forth after he’d forced his entire cock down her throat. “You’re a whore,” he said.
It was cute, but she could tell Speed was far too careful with her. Still, she appreciated that he wasn’t willing to get off unless she was enjoying herself, too.
The things she did enjoy now, though, still left her wondering how she’d changed so much. Speed was slowly fucking her throat after a few minutes. She’d gagged several times, and wanted to be sick more than once. He had both hands on her head and was fucking her mouth and throat like it was a sloppy pussy. “Yeah!” he said. “Now you get some sex.”
“Those projects you’ve got my boys doing, they’re really bringing in some extra work for us,” Speed told her after they’d cleaned up and gotten dressed.
Besides all the training, sex, and blogging, Darcy had also gotten The Wild Cards doing some helpful service in the community. They weren’t too eager about it at first, saying it was pointless to work for free, and being a ‘goodie goodie’ was for bitches, that sort of thing. But Speed had told them to shut up and do it, and they had.
And all of this had been going on the past months, leading up to the big race: the qualifier for the mighty Tour de France! Darcy had butterflies in her stomach, but she knew it was finally her time to shine. The race was to be a straight shot up into the canyon, and she was just as prepared as anyone alive for that, hopefully more so.
They were waiting to start the race; Darcy sat on top of her expensive cycle, all the other racers with looks of determination on their faces. Aubrey was there, too, of course, but she still wouldn’t look Darcy in the eyes. It was like being dead to her own best friend, and that broke Darcy’s heart.
The boys were all there with Speed, carrying on like they were at a rock concert, yelling Darcy’s name and waving bouquets of flowers around. It was touching to see those burly, grimy men showing such passionate support for her. They really did have something good inside them, each one, even if there was a lot of bad there, too. She smiled at them, and winked at Speed, who pointed and called out, “You’ve got this, sweetheart!”
“Focus,” she whispered to herself. She had to get her head back in the zone. All of the passion, excitement, new ideas, and fresh faces in her recent life, it was all leading up to this, and she couldn’t let anything distract her from her destiny.
Chapter Twenty Two
Speed was worried about Darcy. He knew her and could tell she was having trouble getting in the zone. With all the work training, and how they'd been swept up in their romance the rest of the time, things were intense for her lately. Add to that all of the crap that was going on with Aubrey and that prick Steve, things were likely to boil over some time soon. That would be fine. They would deal with it when it came and Speed and Darcy would overcome any obstacle together. For now, she needed to keep her head in the race.
He had his mind plenty busy with making sure no one fucked with the race, and there wasn’t much he could do to help her now anyway. This was her race. She’d win it; he knew she would.
It didn’t help that Aubrey had shown up with the leader of The Nucking Funts, a rival MC. When Speed first saw the guy show up, he was on red alert immediately. The rival MC preside
nt was called "Dert," which was a fucking stupid name as far as most people were concerned. Speed hated the asshole on multiple levels. First, he was a competitor for plenty of the best money-making rackets at the disposal of The Wild Cards. That was enough reason to dislike Dert, but it was also personal. He went out of his way to act like an absolute piece of shit, even more than he truly was.
Dert honestly thought it was cool and badass to be a scumbag loser who fucked everyone over. Speed wasn't even that bad of a guy, not when you looked at some of the other MC presidents. Yeah, he was a criminal and a loud-mouthed ass. He did not go around hurting people just for the fun of it, though, like a lot of bad guys did. The whole act was just sickening to Speed, and he kind of felt sorry for the idiot for thinking that was cool.
Being in a club was not about trying to be bad to impress people. Any true biker would attest to that right away, and probably spit in the eye of anyone who disagreed.
So, when Speed saw Aubrey show up with Dert, it riled him right up. Darcy had been hurt by the silly woman, but still valued her and hoped to reconcile their friendship. Speed still wanted to look out for her, and make sure that no one hurt her, and that she didn't hurt herself.
Aubrey had been hanging off Dert's arm like she probably hung off his dick when they were alone. It was hard to watch when Speed really wanted to walk over and break the guy's nose. He'd also tell Aubrey off and try to set her straight about what she was doing, if he had his way. He looked around at all the people who'd shown up to watch the qualifying race. There were a lot of cameras and journalists in the crowd. Making a scene there would mean the end for the improved image Darcy had worked hard to get for The Wild Cards.
Aubrey looked over at Speed many times. When she did it at first, Speed had shrugged his shoulders at her and mouthed the words: What the fuck? She just smiled and acted like she was getting to him, like she was all that. It was infuriating, but the race was more important. That dopey bitch was really showing herself to be trouble, not worth trying to help. Still, if Darcy had hopes of fixing their friendship, Speed would try to make sure the stupid girl was all right. If that poser club president she was with did any wrong by her, The Wild Cards would have no choice but to fuck him up. Aubrey was in the position to start a nasty club war, instead of just a rivalry.
Fuck it, Speed told himself. She wasn't worth getting too worked up over, even if Darcy did still consider Aubrey to be a friend. Dert had been giving Speed and his boys daggers all day, too, since the minute they showed up.
"Look at this piece of shit," said one of Speed's boys from behind him.
He didn't pay much notice, though. Speed was too busy trying to keep himself from losing his temper.
"Just ignore them. I don't want anything to go down here, you got it?" he told all the boys who were with him.
How Steve was okay with all of this, that was anyone’s guess. As far as anyone knew, Steve was still coaching Aubrey. If he didn't like it when Darcy had started to see Speed, it didn't make a lick of sense that the old coach would be okay with his new rider being all over someone like Dert. Speed was practically a saint in comparison!
Trying to figure out the heads of some people was a loser’s game…but it was also part of Speed’s business to get into the minds of the unhinged, so he could stay a step ahead of them. Something told him this was all bad news. Most unsettling was that Steve was involved with it, and didn't seem to give a shit that Dert was with Aubrey. If she were just fucking a biker MC like Dert, Speed would have understood. She'd wanted Speed in the first place, but she couldn't have him. So, she went to find another badass with tats, even though he was a sad parody of a real biker.
No, Steve was the really troubling component of this scenario. "I don't trust that ex-army pig any more 'n I trust a cop," said Larry the Bastard, chewing on several pieces of nicotine gum. He spat out a glistening stream of all the saliva that built up from his chewing, didn't quite wipe his mouth properly with the sleeve of his jacket.
“I can’t understand you with that shit in your mouth,” said Speed.
Larry spat it out into his dirty hand and repeated himself. Then, he added, “I said I don't trust that dickhead. And you’re the one who told me to quit smoking.”
“True…And I don't trust that dickhead either. There's not a lot we can do about it right now. I don't want to mess up our good PR by starting a fight here in front of everyone. Not to mention how it would ruin the race.”
“Should we do something at all? Take him out away from the rest of these people and then mess him up, maybe?” asked Larry.
“No, just keep an eye out, especially on him,” said Speed. He nodded his head toward Steve.
Larry nodded and shoved the wad of nicotine gum back in his maw, went back to chewing away loudly to fight his never-ending cravings. The gum was annoying, but Speed remembered how Larry could barely move ten feet at a quick pace without needing to stop and recover his breath. That was before he'd given up the smokes and gotten onto the gum, in a big way. Speed didn't want one of his most trusted and experienced boys dying on him, or being totally useless when they needed to deal with some shit in a hurry.
The race officials had cleared everyone but the coaches away. Since Speed wasn't technically a coach, he wasn't allowed to remain by Darcy's side before the race. That didn't bother her since she liked to stay quiet and prepare for the race, without any distractions from someone like a coach. Speed was glad to stay away from the focus on the cameras as well, and he would rather focus on making sure no one did anything stupid.
That prick Steve was included as a coach, unfortunately. The guy had gotten Aubrey psyched up, ready to race, done his job properly for once, at least. She was looking like a true contender, and maybe she would give Darcy a run for her money this time. There was no way she was going to win, though. Aubrey had gone off the rails lately, but Darcy was in her absolute prime.
Steve walked toward Darcy, but there was no way he was going to talk to her…or was he?
“What the fuck’s that dickhead doing?” asked Larry.
"I'd pay a lot of money to know," replied Speed. "Boys, stay ready." He stood up real straight, waiting for something to happen, and that's when he'd need to pounce into action and protect Darcy. Hopefully not, but…
He was walking right toward Darcy, though, smiling, too. That look on Steve's face could not have been an indicator that something good was going to happen. And then he simply handed Darcy a bottle of water. That was all, like he was bringing her a peace offering or something. It was a pretty pathetic gesture if the guy was hoping to get back in her good books. Still, at least it wasn't a gun or something. The bottle of water was the kind the event organizers been selling to the audience and had provided for the riders for free. It wasn't an unmarked bottle, so it looked on the level.
And Darcy didn’t seem upset. Apart from looking incredibly surprised, there was not much reaction from her at all. She had not been paying attention when Steve had begun to walk toward her. Unlike some of the riders, she was just preparing mentally, looking ahead and breathing. Speed knew Darcy was probably quietly whispering words of determination and encouragement to herself, too.
After looking up and seeing him walking over, what else was she meant to do? They said a few brief words, seemed amicable enough. There was no way to tell what they were saying. Probably something about good luck, the weather maybe, who fucking knew? It was all too fishy. She smiled, a fake smile, the whole time. Steve offered her the bottle of water. He'd been talking with it in his hand, and then suddenly brought it up in front of him. The guy acted like he'd totally forgotten about it. All some big surprise. Hey, look what I brought you. That kind of bullshit. It looked ridiculously staged so there was no way Darcy was buying it.
"There's no way they're making up after the way he treated her. I know her too well and she's not that soft," said Speed.
"For someone so straight and narrow, I'd agree she's a hard bitch," said Larry.
"You know we all think she's a top lady. What's wrong with bitch anyway? Bitches are great. I fuckin' love all sorts of bitches." He laughed and spat again. It didn't seem relevant to Larry the Bastard that he was chewing nicotine gum, and not chewing tobacco. Maybe spitting would be his new habit once the gum had gotten old. It did help to accent his remarks, to be able to spit after saying something he found to be witty.
"Yeah okay. She must still have a soft spot for the old asshole. He did coach her for a lot of years. Maybe I'm just thinking too much about all this.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to calm the dull throbbing of his brain. It was a bright day and the sun was fucking with his eyes. He should have brought some shades, but didn't think about that when the morning was still dim and they were heading out to the race.
“I always had a soft spot for my old teachers, too,” said Larry, again through a mouthful of gum. He'd managed to either adjust his speaking so he could make himself intelligible, or he'd just adjusted the gum in his mouth so he could speak properly. Either way it was an improvement, making conversation much easier with him. "You don't think they're —"