Chain (Heartlands MC)

by Wyatt, Dani

  Her inner walls pulse and her back arches as she whimpers and moans, making enough noise to rattle the walls and I love it all.

  She’s loud. Loud for me. Because she’s cumming for me.

  Only me.

  I pump in and out. Driving inside of her because I want us to feel this forever. This moment when we knew there would be no one else after this.

  Just us.

  She moans and rolls her hips and I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back and give her more.

  There’s a sloppy mess between her legs and I love feeling how her body yields to me. Gives itself to me. But it’s still not enough.

  I lean forward, taking her tits in my hands, using them as handles as I drive with more force than is heathy, in and out as her cries of agony are mixed with her sounds of pleasure.

  Cum is seeping from my dick as I squeeze and feel her nipples against my palms. Thinking of the day creamy white milk will be slick when I squeeze, and my mouth waters knowing I will take what her body gives and swallow it all down.

  My thick cock aches, my balls heaving, ready to spill as she cums again. Pulsing and jerking me off from the inside.

  “Who do you fucking belong to?” I grimace, digging my nails into her soft flesh, pumping in and out hard, the bed sounding like it’s ready to concede defeat.

  Her eyes are on me, tears on her cheeks, and I wait, pausing—as much as it feels like death to do so—until she answers.

  “You.” She whispers, her words raspy and desperate. “I belong to you.”

  “Fuck yes, you do.”

  Her body responds, gripping around me as I fuck her hard. Harder than I’ve ever fucked before. Because I’m giving her part of me. Part of me I didn’t know I had before her.

  Part of me I didn’t know I could give.

  I give her one last thrust and let go, feeling my seed release in long, thick jets, pumping and rooting inside her bare cunt, knowing no matter what, she belongs to me now.

  Only me.

  Chapter Ten

  Meadow

  “How the fuck do you know all this, darlin’?” The one they call Gage eyes me up and down, and I hear Chain release a low growl beside me. I shiver with need, the memory of how he fucked me, ate my pussy, then fucked me again and again through the night...but try to ignore the implication.

  “I’ve been doing this a long time,” I explain, “but I wasn’t always a thief. I had an interesting childhood, kind of home-schooled in a way. My parents taught me skills more than facts, and one of those skills was how to turn money into more money.”

  It’s how they funded our nomad lifestyle. When they weren’t in the Congo starting schools or in some remove Brazilian rainforest helping people learn to farm in a more productive and efficient way, they took the little money they made and turned it into more.

  My father was a Astro-physicist by education and my mother had a PhD in computational mathematics from UC Berkeley.

  I click a button and point to the screen and Gage laughs. “That’s your projection?” He glances up at Troy, who I’m starting to realize is in charge around here. “It’s impressive, man. I like her.”

  Troy clenches his jaw, and I’m getting the impression he doesn’t like me anywhere near as much as Gage and Chain do. “All right, church meeting. There are clearly things we need to discuss.” He meets my eyes. “Without you, honey.”

  I look back at Chain. He has his hand on my leash, so I couldn’t go without his permission anyway, but also I don’t want to. I like knowing I’m his, that he’s protecting me and keeping me safe. Even if Troy threatened me, I wouldn’t go against Chain’s wishes. I’d just trust him to make sure no harm came to me.

  “It’s okay, Med. I just need to have a talk with the guys. Come on, you can wait in the clubroom.”

  He gives my collar a little tug, and I follow him out through the doors. He points to an old bench seat from a truck that’s been repurposed to serve as a sofa, and I immediately sit down while he loops my leash onto a peg. Some other guys, and a few girls and older women, are milling about in the clubroom, but I know better than to meet their eyes.

  “Wait here,” Chain says, and I nod in response as he heads back inside, closing the doors behind him.

  He’s barely gone a few moments before a skinny blonde with jailhouse tats and a skirt so short and tight I swear I can practically see the good china is standing in front of me. “So, you’re the bitch that tried to steal from the club, huh?”

  “I don’t want any—”

  “Yeah, that’s her. Chain’s got a thing for her.” I glance across at her friend, a boy not much older than me. I know enough about clubs like this to know he’s prospecting; trying to prove himself, so he can become a full club member. “Only reason she’s still alive, that’s what I heard. All so she can wet his dick. He’ll get tired of that soon enough.” He lets out a little laugh, and the skinny bitch turns the stink-eye on me.

  “That right, huh? You think your pussy’s going to save you?” She grins. “More than enough pussy around here already. He’ll get bored, and then he’ll come right back to me. And you, you little gash, will be out.” She makes a cutting motion across her throat, and the implication is clear, but that’s not what makes me turn my gaze down to the floor.

  It’s what she said.

  He’ll come right back to me.

  It shouldn’t get to me, but it does. The thought that Chain would ever be with another woman makes me want to throw up. I don’t want to share him, and that scares me. Because whatever is going on in that room right now, it’s not a part of my plan. Sure, I’ll stay and help the MC get their finances working for them. I owe them that, and they’re not as bad as I assumed. But long term, I need to move on. Putting down roots isn’t in my nature.

  And yet, here I am getting upset because some other girl might comfort my man when I’m gone. What the fuck is happening to me?

  “Hey, Tara, have a cookie.”

  I look up to find an older woman standing beside the skinny blonde. She’s got the same amazing blue eyes as Chain, and a curvier figure than most of the other women I’ve seen around here.

  “I don’t want—”

  “Take a cookie and take off, I won’t ask you again.” She holds out a Tupperware container, and after a brief stare-down, Tara takes a cookie and huffs as she turns away, muttering something under her breath. “Excuse me?”

  Tara hesitates, then draws a deep breath. “Thank you, Mrs. Connor.”

  “You’re welcome, sweetie.” The older lady takes a seat next to me. “You want a cookie?”

  I almost shake my head, then think about the way that Tara acted around this lady and decide polite respect is in order. I reach into the Tupperware, picking out a chocolate-chip cookie. “Thanks.”

  “My pleasure. So, you’re Meadow, huh? Don’t panic, I’m not here to upset you. I guess Theodore hasn’t told you his full name?” She laughs at my expression. “What, you think I had him Christened ‘Chain’?”

  It takes me a moment, then I meet her eyes seeing the same haunting blue. “You’re Chain’s mom?”

  She nods. “Sure am. It’s good to get a look at you. The woman that can turn my son’s head had to be something pretty special. I can see what he sees in you.”

  I glance over at Tara, standing with the prospect by the pool table.

  “Don’t you worry about Tara. Her bark’s much worse than her bite. Stick around, I reckon the two of you will be firm friends within a couple of weeks.”

  “I doubt that.”

  “Oh, that’s just the image she likes to project. To her, being a complete super bitch is a kind of armor to keep her safe, but there’s a really sweet girl deep down. You know her backstory?” I shake my head and Chain’s mom’s expression darkens. “My husband, Chain’s father, found her being pimped out for sex when she was just a kid. He brought her here and...well, you don’t want to hear what happened to the pimp. Tara and Chain grew up together, they’re like
brother and sister.”

  “But she said—”

  “I heard what she said, sweetheart.”

  “Then why?”

  “You see this place?” She looks around, and I nod, but she grins. “Not the room, the people. That’s what this club is. It’s not a building. It’s a family. And family looks out for each other.”

  The door behind me opens, and Chain comes through. As soon as he sees his mom he smiles and wraps his arms around her. “Hey, Mom.”

  “Hey yourself. This one’s a keeper.”

  He turns red, but she holds out the Tupperware.

  “Cookie?”

  Chain takes one, then picks up my leash from the hook and I stand to join him. At first I follow behind, but then he pulls me up close and drops his voice as we head through the door to the parking lot.

  “Vote went our way. By three. I think the guys are warming to you.” He leads me over to his waiting bike.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Home. Sleep for a couple hours. Then over to Camden City.”

  “Me too?”

  He nods. “Normally wouldn’t bring women to this sort of...thing. But I’m not allowed to let you out of my sight for the time being. And...” He clears his throat. “I don’t think I want to leave you behind.”

  As I climb onto the bike behind him and pull a helmet over my head, I can’t help the grin that spreads over my lips. Looks like someone else is warming to me.

  Chapter Eleven

  Chain

  “You said we were coming back here to sleep.” She gives me that wicked grin and I know she knows better.

  “We will sleep. First, you’re going to suck my cock. Aren’t you a lucky girl?”

  She giggles, squishing up her face, but the sparkle I see in those deep brown eyes tells me her pussy just got wet. We’re back at my place, I stripped her naked as soon as I got the door closed behind us and I need things from her.

  Filthy things. Things I only want from her.

  “I am lucky.” She agrees, dropping to her knees, then settling on her arms to crawl the few feet between us as I pull the leash, her eyes moving to where I’m gathering the chain in my hand.

  “Am I ever going to off the chain?” She snorts and drops her face to the floor in hysterical laughter.

  “Yuck it up, princess.” I grunt, holding back my own chuckle because she’s funny, and even if she wasn’t, watching her laugh makes me laugh.

  “I crack myself up.” She gets her giggle barely under control and a little breathless as she settles back on bent knees, her hands sliding up the denim on my thighs.

  “Get my fucking cock out and your mouth open. That’s what I need right now.”

  “Not my stand-up routine? Oh wait, I’m not standing up...”

  She’s got a mouth on her and secretly I am busting my internal gut in laughter, but my dick is running the show for the moment and I need her mouth for something other than her comedy skills.

  Her hands work my belt, button and zipper, and through her smile I see the lust on her face as she drags my jeans down and my already steel hard shaft pops out, bouncing off the top of her head before she gets a hand around the base and aims it toward her lips.

  “Thing’s gonna give me a concussion if you’re not careful. Then how will I suck your cock?”

  “Jesus.” I mutter as she smiles, but to her credit she knows enough to stick her tongue out and wind it around the swollen head, lapping at the little clear drops of pre-cum that are seeping from the tip.

  “Mmm.” She hums, her doe eyes looking up as I look down.

  “That’s the most beautiful sight. You’re so fucking hot, with my cock in your mouth.”

  She nods, her eyes dropping as she takes a few more inches, her mouth open so wide it’s barbaric for me to expect her to take more.

  But I do.

  She’s perfect. A girl that can make you laugh and cum almost at the same time?

  Fucking rare find, and something I’m never letting go.

  The sensation of her warm wet mouth, and the way her tongue works the bottom of my dick, is enough to have me puttin’ a ring on it.

  Which, as crazy as it sounds, I’m going to do.

  Very fucking soon.

  My head falls back on a groan and I wind her hair in my fingers as I hold her steady.

  “Relax.” I urge as the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and I feel her stiffen. “Let all that good spit out, baby. I want to see it dripping off your chin. It makes you more beautiful that way.”

  It’s as though she’s been in my life for years. I can’t imagine Meadow not being here and it’s not just the sex.

  Although, the way she’s working my cock, I may just be under her spell. Her throat opens and I hear her satisfied hmm as I drive it a few inches deeper.

  “That’s a girl. I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours balls deep. I’m going to fill your mouth and your sweet belly with my cum. You want that, don’t you? You want to swallow it all...”

  She rocks forward as I rut my hips toward her face, and she can’t answer, but she blinks a few times, tears running down her cheeks and I have all the answer I need.

  We find a rhythm that has her gasping for air when I pull out a few inches, and she brings a hand to cup my balls, making my muscles tense and my heart feel like it’s ram-rodding through my sternum.

  I’m rough with her, but I watch for her signs, making sure she’s okay. I may push her, but I’ll never break her. I take care of my possessions, and she is my most prized.

  “Fuck, yes.” I groan as my dick fills her throat. She gives my balls a gentle squeeze and I’m done.

  I roar as she takes my release. The hot cream sprays out of me down her throat as I hold her head steady until my balls are drained and she looks up at me, smiling around the ridiculous thickness that stretches her lips.

  “Jesus, baby. You like that?”

  She nods as I draw back, then gasps, saliva and cum dribbling from her mouth. Reaching down, I take her hands and pull her mouth to mine in a deep kiss, before turning her around and settling her on her knees on the sofa, her head resting on the back cushions, and without another word, I drive my still hard dick down to my balls in her dripping cunt.

  I fuck her slow at first, but that doesn’t last long. I’m already close to the point of no return, so I speed up, bottoming out inside of her as I reach around and work her clit with my fingers, and before long she’s ramming her hips back into my thrusts and I swear I’m about to drive straight into her belly.

  We’re both slick with sweat, and my civilized part tells me to slow the fuck down, but my animal is stronger right now. There’s this deep need for her to know who she belongs to when we fuck. That she understands I’m her man, now and forever, and no one will have her like this but me.

  Before long, we’re both off again as I hold her hips, releasing another round of my seed deep inside her as she shakes and pulses around my girth.

  As we come down, I slip out of her and pull her to my lap, sitting us in the soft oversized sofa, looking out into the back acreage where there’s a pond with a couple swans drifting slowly around. I kiss and soothe her for a few minutes, whispering things I never thought I would to a woman.

  “You’re not so tough.” She turns her head to tease me.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. You could have had me killed.” Her voice is light but there’s an honesty there we both know hits home.

  I clear my throat. “Maybe. I’ve never taken things that far...not intentionally. I’ve been in some situations. Things had to go one way or the other. Me or them. Or one of my own or them. It’s the life, but it’s not what feeds me. Or us, as a club. Like I said, we want to go in new directions. We’ll always be us, but that doesn’t mean we don’t evolve.”

  She nods into my chest. “That’s good. Because I don’t want to lose you.” There’s a catch in her voice.

  “Baby, you are not going to los
e me.”

  She’s quiet for a long moment, her breathing slow, and I have things I want to know.

  “Tell me more about your parents. What happened? I want to know everything...”

  Chapter Twelve

  Chain

  The bar is heaving. Everyone who’s anyone within the biker community is here tonight. This MC is a good friend of Heartlands, and they’ve helped us out of a tight spot more than once. That’s why we had a church meeting today; it wasn’t just about discussing what Meadow can do for us, Troy also had to impart some sad news.

  It’s not just bikers either. There are no old ladies or sweetbutts here, but there are working girls for the crowd to enjoy. Meadow is the only female in this bar that isn’t either a hired prostitute or a party girl, and that puts me on edge. Truth is, I’d like to loosen her collar and let her enjoy herself, but I don’t want her mixing with these assholes. If she’s by my side, I can protect her, and that’s the way it’s going to stay.

  “Brothers!” Bullet, VP of Hell Fire Club, climbs up on the bar, raising his voice. “I’m glad to see so many friendly faces here tonight. I can see you’re all enjoying our hospitality.” A cheer goes up from the crowd, Bullet grins but makes a gesture for quiet. “It’s the way Carver would have wanted it. He wasn’t one for moping or dwelling on things that didn’t go our way.”

  Meadow leans in close to me. “Who’s Carver?”

  “President of the Hell Fire. He died yesterday. Some sort of score gone wrong,” I whisper.

  “I loved Carver like a brother,” Bullet continues. “And I know you all did too. Tomorrow, we’ll vote on a new President, but for tonight let’s give him the send off he would have wanted!”

  There’s laughter and cheering as Bullet climbs down from the bar and heads our way. When he’s close, he flashes me a glimpse of his gold tooth and comes closer. I put out my hand, but he pulls me in for an embrace.

  “Brother, thanks for coming.” He glances at Meadow. “Heard you guys had a bit of a troublemaker you were keeping on a tight leash. Didn’t know that was literal.”