Renascence: Death Dealers MC Book 5

by Alana Sapphire

  “Eyes up here, Emily.” I nod, licking my lips because his tip is mere inches from my mouth. “Now… be a good girl and open up.”

  Because I am a good girl, I follow his instruction, parting my lips wide enough for him to fit. Instead of giving me what I want, he trails the tip of his dick on my bottom lip before moving to the top. To hurry things along, I slide my tongue along the underside. He hisses but pulls away.

  “This is my show, Emily.” Shit. That sounded like a reprimand. “You don’t follow my rules, you don’t come.”

  His voice is rough and authoritative, but in no way scary. It commands respect.

  Subservience.

  “Sorry.”

  I shift my position, then open my mouth again, eyes trained on his as he guides himself inside. Slowly, with immense patience, he taps the back of my throat.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Emily. Just relax and go with it. You can suck, you can lick, but don’t fight me for control. Nod if you want to continue.”

  I nod. Of course I nod. After all, this is what I asked for… what I want. Venom grips both sides of my head, holding it in place as he begins to move. He’s gentle at first, giving me the freedom to lick, to taste. Fuck me if Venom’s dick isn’t one of the best things to hit my tongue. If I’m his favorite flavor, then he’s definitely mine.

  I watch his face, and I can tell he’s having a hard time keeping himself in check.

  He likes it!

  James drummed it into my head that I wasn’t good at this, so I stopped. Plus, he wasn’t reciprocating, so I figured I might as well accept that oral wasn’t going to be a part of our sex life. Fuck James. He can kiss my fat ass.

  I suck on Venom’s dick like a lollipop until he begins to moan. He reaches over to the bed, picking up a narrow, silver object. That’s when my butterfly starts to vibrate. It startles me, sending my head forward and jamming Venom’s dick to the back of my throat once more.

  “Fuck!” he growls.

  His movements change, and so does the speed on my stimulator. That fucking my mouth thing? Definitely happening now. I moan and whimper, my hips rocking back and forth even as I try to remain upright. I want to grab his powerful thighs, sink my nails into his flesh so he can know what he’s doing to me. I want to inflict pain because everything he’s doing to my body hurts so good. But the look in his eyes holds me captive. Even if I weren’t cuffed, my hands would have stayed put. Whatever he’s doing to me, he’s feeling the effects, too. Having me like this is what he gets off on, so I keep my head up and let him use me for his pleasure.

  Our pleasure.

  He was right. Submitting to him was the best decision I ever made. And now that decision is leading me toward an extinction-level orgasm. I moan around him, which seems to multiply his pleasure. Just as my orgasm hits, he leans in and tugs at the chain on my nipple clamps, ripping them off.

  Ho-ly shit!

  I don’t know if the action propelled me into another orgasm or if it made the current one more intense, but I’m on a roller coaster of ecstasy right now. The burn from my nipples, the vibration on my clit, Venom relentlessly thrusting into my mouth—the combination is heavenly.

  “Emily!”

  A spurt of warm liquid hits the back of my throat before he pulls out of my mouth. I swallow, watching him stroke himself until he comes all over my breasts. I collapse on the floor, twitching and out of breath. The vibration stops. Venom kneels over me, removing the stimulator and cuffs before picking me up. He takes me to the bathroom, gently and thoroughly cleaning my breasts and then tucking me into bed. My lids droop, but before sleep pulls me under, I have one lucid thought.

  I’m definitely doing that again.

  ***Venom***

  I whistle as I make Emily’s breakfast. Fuck, the mouth on that woman. I can’t believe how hard I came. Having her beautiful green eyes staring up at me as she took everything I gave her made her even more gorgeous. Seeing her on her knees, trusting me to make her feel good… I can’t describe the feeling. I’ve had women submit to me before, but it was nothing compared to last night.

  To Emily.

  I saw it the day we met. I knew there was a spark between us. I’m just glad she finally realized it, too.

  “Good morning.”

  I turn to find her entering the kitchen, wearing one of my T-shirts with the club logo. I’ve never seen anything any fucking sexier.

  “Good morning, gorgeous.”

  Her head dips, discomfort at the compliment evident. The woman has no idea how desirable she is.

  “I hope you don’t mind. Am I even allowed to wear it?” She points to the shirt.

  “Of course, darlin’. Hungry?”

  “Famished,” she answers, taking a seat at the table.

  The bread pops up from the toaster and I add it to her plate of bacon and eggs. “How do you feel?” I ask as I place it before her.

  “Good. Better.” A blush stains her cheeks as she digs into her eggs.

  “Your nipples?”

  “A little sore but okay.”

  “Think you’ll be ready for me tonight?”

  “Maybe.”

  “What’s it been, like two and a half years?” I take the chair across from her.

  “Yeah, about.”

  “And James is the only one you’ve been with?”

  “No. I was seeing someone in college before he and I hooked up.”

  She’s quiet, pushing her eggs around the plate. I can recognize the reticence. I feel the same way when I have to talk about my family, so I change the subject.

  “What was your major in college?”

  “Elementary Education, specializing in English.”

  “One of those women who loves kids, huh?”

  “Don’t you?” She glances up at me.

  “Sure. I just don’t see myself having any.”

  “Me neither. I figured by my age I’d already have a few but”—she raises a shoulder in a shrug—“life.”

  “I hear ya. Did you sleep well?”

  “Great. You’ll have to let me make you breakfast one morning.”

  “Deal. You can do that tomorrow.”

  “Okay.” She looks up at me, a smile tugging at her lips as she tucks some blonde strands behind her ear.

  I know I’m staring, but I can’t get over how beautiful Emily is. I could easily spend the entire day in bed with her working on that list.

  “Got any plans today?”

  “I’ll be at the pet shop helping Uncle Jeff with inventory.”

  “I’ll pick you up later and we can head to the gym to figure out that plan for you if you still want to do it.”

  “Sure. What will you need from me?”

  “We’ll need to talk about your goals, take measurements and such. Let me know if you have any allergies or medical conditions we need to take into consideration.”

  “I can do that.”

  “Cool. Eat up and I’ll drop you off.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I know she’s only joking, but after last night? The word gets my dick hard. I’d love to go a few more rounds with her, but I’ve got shit to do and so does she. Hopefully I can hold out until tonight. What I hope for most is that she won’t be sore anymore. I can’t wait to get back inside that sweet pussy of hers.

  After breakfast, I resist the urge to join her in the shower, choosing instead to check on my babies. I feed them, then grab a quick shower before Emily and I head out.

  “Venom?”

  “Yeah, darlin’?” I glance over at her in the passenger seat of the Jeep.

  “How many… um…. What else is in that box?”

  “You mean the toy chest?” I smirk.

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t worry, Em. You’ll find out soon enough.”

  “How soon?”

  This time I laugh. I’ve created a monster, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on. “Depending on how you feel, what do you say we test out a few more tonight?”
r />   “I’d like that.”

  “You got it, babe.”

  A few quiet minutes go by before she breaks the silence. “Venom?”

  “Hmm?”

  “The day we met… what you said to me in Millie’s…. Would you really have taken me home?”

  “You mean if I would’ve fucked you? Of course.”

  “But you didn’t know me.”

  “So? I wanted your body, not your hand in marriage.”

  “You do that a lot? Sleep with random women?”

  “Why not?” I shrug. “It’s consensual sex between two adults.”

  “And that’s all it takes? ‘Wanna get out of here?’”

  “No. Most of the time I say please.” I turn my head to give her a smile. “And sometimes the women approach me.”

  She fights back her amusement. “Is that so?”

  “Yeah. Have you seen me?”

  She loses the battle, throwing her head back as she laughs. “Aww… aren’t you precious?”

  I join in the laughter, knowing whenever a southern woman says that to you, you’re anything but precious.

  I pull into her driveway at the same time Jeff is about to climb into his truck. I help Emily out of the Jeep, approaching the older man as she jogs inside.

  “Just give me a few minutes to change real quick, Uncle Jeff!” she throws over her shoulder.

  “Morning, Jeff.” I shake his hand. “How’s it going?”

  “Morning, son. I was going to ask you the same question.” He jerks his head toward the house.

  “Good. Emily’s an amazing woman.”

  “I know. She needs a strong man right now. A man who will be sensitive to her needs… won’t take her for granted.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.”

  “I’m sure you will. Thank you for what you did with the divorce papers.”

  “My pleasure. After some of the things Emily told me, it was hard not fucking him up, maybe breaking a few bones. Or all of them.”

  Jeff chuckles, combing his fingers through his white hair. “Wouldn’t have bothered me none.”

  “Glad to hear that.”

  I wanted to do a lot more than that, but I highly doubt Em’s uncle would condone murder.

  We stand around for a bit discussing his tax returns before Emily comes rushing out of the house, halting our conversation.

  “I’m ready!”

  “See you around, Venom.” Jeff shakes my hand again, folding his slender frame into the truck.

  I kiss Emily’s forehead, then open the truck door for her. “See you later, Em.”

  “Yeah… later.”

  She gives me a sunny smile that will be haunting my thoughts for the rest of the day. “Later” can’t come soon enough.

  I dig my phone out of my pocket, calling Kurt as I hop into the Jeep.

  “Morning, boss.”

  “Hey, Kurt. How’s it going?”

  “Good. What’s up?”

  “I need you to fit Emily into one of the trainers’ schedules today. Just a prelim session.”

  “Sure. I’ll see who has an opening.”

  “Check with Rianne. I think Emily would be more comfortable with a woman.”

  “Got it.”

  “Thanks, Kurt.”

  “No problem. Stepping up your game there?”

  “A little,” I answer. Kurt’s my employee, and although we’re friendly, we’re not friends. We don’t talk about my personal life. I guess he wants to see what his chances are. He did hit on Emily before. “I’ll see you later, Kurt.”

  “Yes, Mr. Hughes.”

  I hang up, confident he got the message in my tone of voice—stay away from Emily.

  With all the work I have to do, I head back home. I tried to get some done last night, but knowing Emily was in my bed, my concentration was shit. I only ended up waking her up every couple of hours so I could play with her. I can’t get enough of her right now. Before, I thought her lack of experience would be a problem, but now I see it as one of her best qualities. She’s willing to learn, to let me teach her. There’s nothing better than a woman I can mold to be whatever I want. In fact, it’s getting me aroused just thinking about it. I adjust my dick, walking through the house to my office. Grabbing Jeff’s records, I power up my computer and get to work.

  It isn’t until early afternoon that my growling stomach forces me to take a break. As I wander to the kitchen, I check my phone and find a message from Kurt.

  Kurt: Rianne is free at 3.

  Before I reply, I check with Emily.

  Venom: My trainer can see you at 3. That good for you?

  Emily: Yeah. Pick me up?

  Venom: Be there in an hour.

  After confirming with Kurt, I throw together a sandwich, grab a bottle of water, and hop back in the Jeep. When I arrive at the pet store, Emily’s out front waiting for me. It’s a little chilly today, and she has her hands shoved in the pockets of her hoodie. I reach across and open her door, waving her inside.

  “What are you doing out in the cold?”

  “I just came out. Didn’t want to make you wait.”

  “Waitin’ on you is not a problem, darlin’.” Her head drops, and even though her hood is obscuring her face, I know she’s blushing. “Besides, don’t want you getting sick. I’m just getting started with you.”

  “Fiend.” She giggles, pushing her hood back.

  “For a certain gorgeous, green-eyed blonde.”

  “That’s good, because I think you may be making a fiend of said green-eyed blonde.”

  “You forgot ‘gorgeous,’” I tell her. I know it was intentional, but I won’t hassle her too much. Hopefully if I tell her often enough, she’ll eventually start to believe that she’s absolutely beautiful, and not just to me.

  She doesn’t reply, only looking out the window at the passing scenery. I park in the gym’s lot, helping Emily out of the Jeep by giving her my hand. Pulling her to my side, I wrap my arm around her to warm her up.

  “Hey, Emily!” Kurt greets her when we walk through the front doors. “I’d almost forgotten what you look like in the daytime.”

  “I know. I should probably get some sun. With my vampire hours, I’m beginning to look like one.”

  I see the smile she gives him, but it doesn’t affect me. Kurt couldn’t take this woman from me even if I was giving her away. It’s conceited, but it’s the truth. I’m phonics and Emily is hooked on me.

  “Rianne ready for her?” I interrupt them.

  “Yes, sir. She’s in the main room.”

  Placing my hand at the small of Emily’s back, I nudge her along. Rianne is waiting in a corner by herself, so I take us in that direction.

  “Rianne.”

  “Hey, boss man.” She looks up, a bright smile accompanying her cheerful greeting. Turning her head to Emily, she continues, “You must be Emily. Nice to meet you. I’m Rianne.”

  “Nice to meet you, too.”

  While the two women shake hands, I stand back and observe them. Physically, Rianne is practically Emily’s opposite. She’s a brunette, shorter, and not an ounce of fat on her body. Where Emily has two heavenly pillows on her chest, Rianne’s tits are virtually nonexistent. The envy in Emily’s eyes makes me wonder if pairing them up was a good idea.

  “Okay, why don’t we get started? First thing, Emily, do you have any medical conditions?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” Rianne jots down her answer on a paper attached to a clipboard. “And what are your short and long-term goals health-wise?”

  “Well, ideally I’d like to lose twenty pounds. Long term, I need something in place that helps me maintain.”

  Rianne continues with her questions, Emily growing more uncomfortable with each one. She keeps glancing my way, so I believe I’m the problem. I excuse myself, holing up in my office until they finish. I keep busy, perusing the gym’s records. After checking the security cameras and seeing that the women are still at it, I
perform a cursory inspection of the place. I’ve been lucky with the employees I have; they take good care of the business and are trustworthy. I don’t spend much time here other than to work out, so I depend on them. They haven’t let me down yet. I’m “observing” the pole dancing class when Emily approaches.

  “Figured I’d find you here.” She smiles, shoving her hands in her pockets as she stands next to me.

  “Who, me?” I turn to her with mock innocence. “Just checking on my customers. Helps for them to see the boss every now and then.”

  “Uh-huh. And it just happens to be the half-naked ones swinging on a stripper pole.”

  “Yup.” I throw my arm around her shoulders and move toward the door. “Especially the half-naked ones.”

  She laughs, the sound like music to my ears. Emily deserves laughter, happiness, peace… love. I may not be able to give her all those things, but I’ll try my damnedest on the ones I can.

  “What did Rianne say?” I ask.

  She sighs. “Basically the same thing you did, that my BMI is normal. She’s going to work with me on a meal plan and exercise regimen.”

  “Hate to say it… no wait, I don’t.” I turn to her with a triumphant grin. “Told you so.”

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  “Darlin’….” I stop, gripping her shoulders and turning her to face me. “I’d never lie to you, so trust and believe when I say you’re perfect. And I’m pretty damn certain I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

  “You’re sweet for saying that, but….” Her eyes drop to the floor. “I’m not.”

  “You are, and fuck James for making you think you’re not. No matter what size you are, you. Are. Gorgeous.”

  I catch the tears welling in her eyes before she throws herself in my arms.

  “I wish I’d met someone like you instead of him.”

  “I’m here now, Em. I made some pretty bold claims, but I can’t wipe the last ten years from your memory. Let’s just make some better memories, yeah?”

  “Yeah.” She nods against my chest. “I’d like that.”

  “Come on, let’s go.”

  As I drive out of the parking lot, I try to think of a way to cheer her up. Sex would definitely work, but I want to do something else. Something selfless that makes her happy. There’s only one other thing I can think of that gets all women’s panties in a twist—shopping. I head out of town and toward the nearest mall.