Chain (Heartlands MC)

by Wyatt, Dani

  Jesus, how is it his seething threat of retribution still to come only makes me hotter?

  When he smiles, I yelp, an orgasmic flutter nearly cresting as he pulses his fingers in and out, in and out, so slowly I want to scream.

  “You just drenched my hand, princess. I think I like this hole. I think I’m going to enjoy all your holes though.”

  “What makes you think they are yours to enjoy?”

  “Ask yourself this...” He sniffs, sets his teeth into his bottom lips, then finishes. “What would you hate more...me taking what I want from wherever I want. Or, me tying you to this bed and walking out of the room?”

  A low chuckle comes from his chest as he leans over me, his other hand in a fist by my head.

  I open my mouth to answer but it’s no use. His thumb is on my clit, two fingers are pumping in and out of me, and my body is buzzing. Hair is stuck to my face as I look up to see the wild beast in his eyes and I explode as his lips come down.

  “That’s my dirty princess. Answer me with your cunt. Your mouth is going to be for something else entirely.”

  His mouth covers mine as I moan and scream, the orgasm feeling like it’s pulling the life from me and delivering it into him. I arch, twist, trying to stop the cataclysmic eruption inside of me, but it’s no use.

  “Greedy, wet, messy little pussy. I’m going to memorize every inch of you. But first, you still have a punishment coming.”

  His lips take mine again as another orgasm pushes me into the abyss. The last thing I remember thinking, is thank you.

  Thank you. For what I’m not sure yet.

  Chapter Eight

  Meadow

  Why I’m not scared out of my mind, I’m not sure.

  Chain’s hands grab me under my arms, and he tosses me like a doll farther up onto the bed, my head landing in a pile of pillows which immediately swallow me up and cover my face.

  I flail at the softness, something no one knows is I cannot stand to have blankets or pillows or anything on my face. Panic sets in instantly and I’m screaming, pushing and pulling at the pillows, kicking until I see Chain’s face as he wraps an arm under my back and pulls me up then reaches behind and battles the invisible demons before gingerly laying me back down, my head secure on the tops of the pillows.

  “Sorry.” I pant, heat of embarrassment burning my cheeks. “I can’t...” I swallow hard, taking a ragged breath. “I have a phobia. Something from when I was little.”

  “Hey.” His voice is low, his eyes searching my face. “I may want you to be a little fearful, but I never want you to be afraid. You okay?” His rough fingers trace my cheek and I let out a long breath, nodding. “Good. Any other phobias I should know?” There’s a hint of a smile that starts but his voice is sincere.

  “No.” I lick my lips, the panic flowing out of me as his finger drifts over my lips, down my chin. “Just pillows and blankets over my face. Guns, knives, the apocalypse...” I shrug. “...all good.”

  The devilish glint in his eyes reappears and the tightness down low returns in a rush. “Because I’m more than ready for your punishment to start.”

  He shifts, leaning over to the side of the bed and opening a drawer in the nightstand, pulling out black nylon rope and my stomach flutters.

  “You just happen to keep rope in your nightstand?” I challenge, surprised at the boiled jealously I feel thinking this is a regular thing for Chain.

  His hand snaps forward, clutching my face, pushing my jaw bones apart as his eyes burn into mine.

  “I’m going to say this once. No one has made me hard for a long fucking time, princess. I knew I’d have your sweet ass here sooner or later. From the day I set my eyes on you, all I’ve done is plan. For you. For me. For us. This?” He dangles the ropes above my face. “Just part of the plan.”

  He releases my face, taking my hands in his, and I feel the loop of the rope circling my wrists. Tight, but not too tight. Not like the assholes who put on the zip ties.

  My hands are bound together as he raises them over my head and I hear the rope’s friction on the top of the metal headboard, unable to take my eyes from Chain’s chest as he moves and ties. Watching the inked skin over sinuous muscle as he works the rope, desire clutches deep inside me.

  I shouldn’t want this. This stranger, who only days ago was nothing more than another captor, now immobilizing me for his use, and my pussy is throbbing. He reaches for the leash, still clipped to the metal collar, and entwines it with the black rope as I lay helpless and gushing.

  Completely secured, there’s a tug in the muscles of my shoulders, but it’s not painful. Chain shifts backwards and I hear his boots hit the floor as he runs a hand over his mouth, holding it there, his eyes drifting up and down my body, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.

  “Spread your legs.” He bites out and I hesitate for a second.

  His thick arm darts forward, hand on the outside of my thigh and shoves me onto my hip as I gasp. A second later his other hand comes down hard, a stinging smack flashing red in my eyes as I squeeze them shut and cry out.

  “Spread your legs. I don’t like to repeat myself.” I hear the words as the heat from his hand print radiates outward and my hips fall back onto the mattress.

  I ease my knees open, the cooler air of the room tingling on the blazing heat of my sex, and I hear a low groan from Chain.

  When I open my eyes, he’s at the end of the bed, staring between my legs with satisfaction and lust in his eyes.

  “Nice fucking pussy.” He growls, reaching down to stroke the length of his cock under his jeans. “Can’t wait to show you all the ways it’s going to apologize to me. You’re never going to steal from us again, are you, Meadow?”

  “No.” I shake my head on the pillow, swallowing hard. “It wasn’t personal.”

  “And now it is.” It’s a statement, not a question, but I nod anyway in agreement. “Good girl.” He seethes, still gripping his cock as he licks his lips and stares at my pussy.

  I clench my inner muscles, desperate for some relief, and even that slight inner movement has Chain grinning.

  “Needy, aren’t you?” He steps to the other side of the bed, repeating the move from earlier, pushing the outside of my thigh downward until my other hip is exposed, and I close my eyes, sure of what’s coming.

  The smack is even harder, tearing a scream from my throat. The red flashes in my vision throw a wave of heat throughout my body as I gather a breath, and he brings his hand down again.

  Again.

  Tears are burning.

  Again.

  A sob is caught in my throat.

  Again.

  An orgasm is cresting and shame is tightening my chest.

  Fantasies I never understood before shoot through me. I’m always in control. I have to be.

  It’s what gets me through the days. It’s what gets me through my work.

  Control.

  Control.

  Always in control.

  He flips my body to the other side as my vision blurs. His weight is on the side of the bed next to me, my wrist pulling at the rope, and he delivers three hard smacks to my ass before I release the sob which comes wrenching out from me in a gasp and a cough.

  Before I can stop myself, I’m squeezing my legs together. So desperate for some friction where the need is throbbing, the effects of his spanking me coating the insides of my thighs.

  His hands are rough as he tosses my body back to center, gripping my knees and driving them apart without restraint, tugging the muscles in my inner thighs tight.

  “Well, looky here.” He taunts as I dare open my eyes and look up at him. He’s wild, a beast running a hand through his hair, pushing it off his face which is twisted tight. “Seems this pink gash has a thing for a good spanking.”

  He slips two fingers into my drenched opening and drives them to their limit, making me gasp and shudder.

  His eyes are on me as he fucks me again with the fingers until I’m sha
melessly pushing my hips upward into his driving hand.

  “You like that? You like my fingers? Or you like getting spanked? Or tied up? Or all three?”

  His fingers withdraw, and he brings them to my lips, painting the slick musky wetness there before leaning in and licking it away. I don’t know if he wants an answer, but if he does, I don’t know what it would be.

  “You think you’ve been punished enough?” He asks, bringing his fingers to his own lips and licking them each, slowly, while his eyes half close and he moans.

  Mesmerized by his face, I barely notice when his other hand comes down again, only this time on my sensitive flesh, spread wide open, and my legs slam closed around his forearm.

  “Oh no. You don’t get to say when it stops. I asked you a question, you didn’t answer. I asked you several, as a matter of fact, and I told you earlier. I. Don’t. Like. To. Repeat. Myself.”

  “Owww!” I whimper as he delivers four, five, six more smacks to my clit and to my astonishment, my traitorous body twists and releases an orgasm that has me begging and calling Chain’s name as more tears and sobs pull from the deepest parts of me. “Please...” I mumble through my moans. “Please!”

  “Yes, I like when you say please. I like when you cry. For me.”

  Unable to help myself, I spread my legs wider, feeling a sense of relief wash through me. I could kick him, but what good would that do? I can’t untie myself; I can’t effect much change in this situation.

  I can only accept.

  He reaches down, and this time his fingers take my clit between them. It’s a pinch, but just enough to send me nearly reeling into bliss again.

  “Say please again.” He grits out as the pinch turns painful.

  “Please!” I blurt immediately, wanting more of whatever this is, hoping my plea doesn’t make him stop, even though the pain has my muscles twitching and sweat breaking over my body.

  Chain moves to the bed, centering himself between my legs, and without ceremony he brings his mouth down to lick my clit between his pinched fingers, nearly making me come undone.

  Next, it’s his tongue, pumping in and out of me while his fingers continue the assault on my swollen nub, and in a few breaths, I’m writhing and coming again.

  I feel the shocks pulse through me, the wetness that flows from me, but Chain licks and sucks at me like a parched animal, taking in everything I’m giving in his own animal groans and growls.

  His tongue drags up and down, his mouth eager as he swirls around my clit, making me gasp and tug at the restraints. His tongue is lower again, pushing in and out of me as I raise my hips and try to take more of what he’s offering.

  To my horror, instead of giving more, I feel his laughter from down low. His tongue stops, and instead he releases my clit and brings his head up from between my legs, dragging a hand down his soaking beard on a satisfied grunt.

  “Please.” I manage again, because it seems to be the only word I still know besides his name. “Chain.”

  “Mmm.” He moans, pushing up and off the bed, leaving me laying in a puddle I’ve created on the soft bedding under my still throbbing ass. “Please. Chain.” He licks his lips on a sneer. “I think I’d like to hear that about a million more times. Seems you’re going to have to stick around, princess. I usually get what I want.”

  The way he’s looking at me, even in my disheveled state, I feel pretty. Beautiful. Sexy. Things that have eluded me for the most part now come crashing down on me in torrents from his eyes.

  I’ve never felt special in that physical sort of way. I’ve battled the same twenty or thirty extra pounds since adolescence. Always thought my nose was too big, it’s got a bump in it. My eyes are uneven. Brown. Average.

  But right now? I am Victoria’s Secret tied to a biker’s bed, and I’m pushing away all the self-doubt and riding this crazy train wherever it’s taking me.

  Chain strips his jeans, followed by a pair of plain black briefs, as I watch intently. When his cock is finally free, I can’t help the choking sound that catches in my throat.

  I open my mouth and the only thing I can think to say is, “Is that thing part of my punishment?”

  “You better believe it, baby. Pain and pleasure, all wrapped up in this vanilla gorilla.”

  Chapter Nine

  Chain

  Motherfucker.

  I knew I wanted her.

  I knew I was going to toy with her.

  Deep down, I knew that would never be enough.

  Standing here, looking at her juicy, ripe pussy...her scent and taste all over me. This is more than a toy.

  More than fun.

  This is forever. I’ve never felt that before, but it’s rooted so far down inside me, no matter what she thinks or how far she tries to run, I’ll track her ass down and drag her back here until she understands.

  This is home.

  I’m her home.

  She’s mine and even if I have to keep her in that fucking dungeon until she comes to terms with that fact, she will come to terms.

  No one will touch her again. I’m an asshole.

  A dirty fighting son of a bitch when necessary. Nothing scares me.

  Until now. If anyone touches her, harms her, they’ll pay.

  Her bare cunt is winking at me. Begging me to be inside. And that is what I intend to do.

  “You know what’s next?”

  I see her dark eyes flicker and her nipples tighten as she licks her lips and nods up and down.

  “I’m going to fuck you, princess. Hard. Raw. Nothing between us. No protection. You know why?”

  There’s fear, but her eyes widen, and she looks like that thought has her ready to cum as she shakes her head.

  “I’m taking. You said you take from the takers. Well, you took from us, now I’m going to take from you. You ever had a man inside you without protection before?”

  “No.” Her voice shakes along with the muscles of her inner thighs.

  “Then that’s what I’m taking.”

  I mount myself on my knees at the end of the bed, reach up and grab her bare sex in my hand, holding it there as she gasps and pushes her hips into me.

  “Tell me you want it.” I manage, reaching down with my other hand, trying to soothe the ache she’s given me for fucking days. As much as I know there will finally be some relief, I also know it will be temporary. Because no pussy has ever owned my balls the way hers does and I’m not even inside her yet.

  Her eyes are locked on my dick, and she nods, but it’s not enough.

  “You were so good with my name and the pleases a minute ago. If you want this,” I stroke my cock a few times, drops of pre-cum slipping from the tip, and my balls are as tight as a fucking snare drum. “Use your words, good girl. Or no cock for you.”

  “Please.” She moans, pulling at her tied hands. “Chain, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me please, Chain.” She puts it all together and I nearly cum in my fucking hand just hearing her say the words.

  My dick has never been so hard, and as much as I wanted it hard and fast with her, I wanted to take care of her.

  Please her.

  Have her tell me I’m what she wants. What she needs. That she will never get enough.

  Never.

  Her eyes are on mine as I climb into place between her open legs. Resting a hand on each of her knees, I push upward, both raising her hips and spreading her wide, so I can see the wink of her pink puckered back entrance and my mind drifts to when that will be mine as well.

  There isn’t anything about her I don’t want. Those sorts of feelings have never swirled inside of me, but from the few guys in our club that have found their old ladies, I know it can happen. Even hard ass, cold mother fuckers can have their heart stolen, and I’m afraid that’s what’s finally happening to me.

  I drop one hand to my dick and hold it straight out. Her hair in a wild chocolate halo around her head, with her cheeks red as I give her opening the first taste of the monster between my
legs.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, princess. Everyone’s going to know you’re taken. You’re not going to walk the same ever.”

  “God, Please...Chain.” More pleading, and as she tips her head back all I can think is, it’s so fucking hot to hear those words.

  I can’t wait, her body stiffens as I give her the first pressure and slip only a fraction of an inch inside her hot tight hole.

  Sweat is trickling down my back and I need my cum filling her. She needs to smell like me from now on.

  When her eyes finally come to mine, I sink inside of her. Her slick hot vise grips around me and I’m already addicted. There’s no more soft left.

  I slam into her, the headboard banging against the wall.

  Faster.

  Harder.

  I drop my hands to her hips, grabbing hard and holding her up off the mattress a few inches, so I can get deeper. I want my cum delivered directly into her womb and the thought has me grunting and rutting into her until sweat drips off my brow and my breathing feels like I’ve run a marathon.

  “Fucking mine.” I grit out. Each word is painful with the restraint of not unleashing myself inside of her.

  I lean back just enough to see my dick slick, her opening obscene as it stretches around me, her lips riding up and down my shaft.

  She’s moaning, but the way her pussy is strangling my dick it has to hurt.

  “Baby.” I clench my teeth. “You okay?”

  She nods. “Hurts. So big. So good. I’m so full of you. All of you. I want all of you...”

  Her silky walls grip tighter making it so hard not to cum.

  “It’s all yours, princess. It’s always going to be yours. You’re going to take good care of this cock for the rest of your life. You hear me? The rest of your life.”

  My words shock me as much as it looks like they shock her, but the effect is what I needed.