by Riley, C. L.
“Wanna go back to sleep?” he taunted. “Tired?” Already on his knees, he blew down my folds. I moaned, greedy for his tongue on my most sensitive spot.
“Lick me, please,” I pleaded, no longer caring what he thought.
“Lick what, babe? I need you to be more specific.” He smirked up at me, pushing my legs wider apart and opening me even more.
I throbbed with need. “Lick my pussy, please, Boone.” I tilted my pelvis, offering myself.
I didn’t have to ask again.
His tongue darted out and stroked my clit, the metal ball hitting just right. He circled the nub, pressing down. My breaths were already coming in rapid pants.
Leaving my clit aching for more, he licked down my seam, plunging his tongue into my folds, pushing deep.
“Oh, Boone. Fuck that feels so good.” I was sore inside and his tongue brought soothing relief, while the piercing teased the tender places. I bucked against his mouth, needing more.
Heat radiated down from my womb. It wouldn’t be long before I ruptured in his mouth. “More,” I hissed, urging him on.
Heeding my demand, he used his thumb to circle my swollen button, while his tongue stabbed my cunt. He released my other leg and dipped a finger into my wetness, alongside his busy tongue. A second later, that same finger was inching inside my other hole. His thumb circled faster and his tongue matched the pace, piercing me with greater force. As I started to come, he slid his finger all the way in my ass, filling me, thrusting me over the edge.
I shattered, the orgasm ripping through me like a tornado. Deep guttural moans poured from my mouth. “Fuck. Boone. Fuck me with your tongue,” I heard myself scream, as he worked me into a frenzy. I gripped his hair, grinding into his face, drenching him.
He lapped at me until I had to push his head away, the sensations too much to handle.
When he grinned up at me with his mouth and chin coated in my juices, I giggled. His nostrils flared and he moved over me. He brought his lips to mine and ravished my mouth the way he’d ravished my pussy, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue.
I was shocked how the simple action reignited the fire I thought had been quenched. It seemed with Boone, I couldn’t get enough.
When he finally pulled away and gave me another satisfied smirk, I knew I was in trouble.
“Should we personalize your safe word, babe?”
I’d forgotten about the safe word. “Why can’t I just say stop?” That seemed like the simplest solution.
“Because sometimes during our sex play you might say stop, and not mean it. We might be role playing.” He flashed an evil grin.
My pussy clenched at the idea of acting out naughty sex scenes with Boone. Clearly we had a creative and satisfying sexual relationship, despite how dysfunctional our marriage was.
He pressed, “Your word?”
For some unfathomable reason the vision of a motorcycle came to mind. “How about Harley?”
His eyebrow shot up. “As in Harley Davidson?”
“The one and only.” I could tell he liked the idea.
“Harley it is,” he approved. “Now scoot your sweet ass all the way up the bed and raise your hands above your head.”
Eager and anxious to see what combination of pleasure and pain he intended inflict next, I quickly obeyed. He tracked my movements like a hungry lion preparing to pounce.
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to tie you up. Are you okay with that?”
Was I? The idea of being so vulnerable both thrilled and terrified me, sending a fresh rush of adrenaline through my system. I found myself nodding.
“Thought so. Just relax.”
He dug around in the night stand and pulled out a long strand of pearls. Before I could ask what they were for, he wound them around my wrists, securing them tighter than I would have preferred. Satisfied with his handiwork, he found what looked to be leather ankle restraints. My confidence plummeted, while my curiosity amplified.
It wasn’t long before my legs were stretched wide and secured, leaving me completely at Boone’s mercy. I watched warily as he grabbed a butterfly shaped eye mask, trimmed with rhinestones. Before I could complain, he slid the mask over my eyes, effectively taking away my sight.
My anxiety and excitement spiked up another level. My whole body was quivering, and I struggled to keep my teeth from chattering.
“Remember your safe word,” he reminded. “If I do anything you don’t like, or can’t handle, say it.”
Running his palm over my belly, he cupped my mound, squeezing. Then he slapped my pussy. I hissed, surprised by his actions. He alternated between circling my swollen clit with his fingers and then slapping. I squirmed, but was virtually trapped by my restraints.
When I was sure I couldn’t take another slap, he ran what felt like a feather over my throbbing flesh. The contrast was so extreme that I felt an unexpected orgasm sneaking up on me.
To my dismay, he removed the feather. “Uh uh. Not yet. You come when I tell you to.”
Ignoring my aching cunt, he switched his attention to my straining nipples; sucking, licking, and biting, making me arch as he worshiped my breasts.
I couldn’t take another second of his torturous ways. I wanted him inside me. “Boone, please, fuck me.”
“Not yet. I like watching you. You’re so fucking hot. Tell you what … I’ll give you an orgasm before I fuck you. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please. Make me come.”
He chuckled and rose from the bed, returning a few seconds later.
Something hard pressed between my legs, slowly impaling me. I gasped at the intrusion. With agonizing precision, he moved what had to be a sex toy in and out of my wet heat. “Yes,” I gasped.
When I tried to raise my hips to meet the thrusts, he used his other hand to press down on my abdomen, keeping me still.
“More, more, Boone. Faster.”
“My bad girl wants it faster. I can do that.”
He increased the tempo and activated the vibrating feature. I’d never wanted to move so badly. I struggled to arch, but he held firm, plunging the vibrator even faster.
Unable to move, the pressure built to an uncontainable level and I combusted. With the first wave he released his hold, giving me the freedom I craved. I rotated my hips, fucking the toy like it was Boone’s cock.
“That’s it, babe. Keep coming,” he commanded.
When I thought I was done, he pulled the now slippery device from me and pressed it against my clit. The vibrations setting off another wave of pleasure, as a second climax overtook me on the heels of the first.
This time I screamed; a stream of expletives and unintelligible words erupted from my mouth. I was completely out of control, thrashing in my restraints.
At last the pulsing stopped and he removed the toy. I was coated in sweat and I could feel my juices drenching the sheet below me.
“You should see yourself, all wet and glistening. Your pussy is so red and swollen. Now it’s my turn. Think your pussy can take my cock? Or would you prefer I fuck your mouth?”
“Mouth first,” I whispered, desperate to please him. I wondered if he would remove the mask. I hoped not. Now that I’d gotten over the initial discomfort, I was enjoying the way my other senses had become more heightened with my vision removed.
He climbed over me and nudged my mouth with his cock’s tip. He made no move to uncover my eyes.
“I like to deep throat. If you gag, or choke, just relax your throat. I doubt you’ll be able to speak.”
Shocked by his words, I went to reach for his shaft. I’d forgotten my hands were tied. This was mouth only. Oh God. Maybe I’d accepted more than I could handle. I didn’t have time to worry, though. He slapped his cock on my lips.
“Open up, babe. Use those lips and your tongue to make me come. I don’t mind a little teeth too.”
He pushed against my lips. I opened my mouth and used my tongue to circle the head, licking off the pre-cum, reveling in the
taste.
“Oh fuck, Sally …” he groaned, inching in further.
It didn’t take long before he was hitting the back of my throat. I struggled to manage his size, wishing for the use of my hands.
“Gonna fuck your mouth,” he said, slipping his hand under my head and pumping harder.
I gagged and sputtered, but he kept thrusting, his groans becoming more pronounced, his breathing ragged.
“Where do you want my cum?” he growled, slowing enough for me to speak.
Even though my pussy ached from its abuse, the pressure was building again. “Inside me”
"Inside your cunt?”
“Yes, fuck my cunt.” Saying the "C" word sounded so dirty, but so appropriate. Considering I was choking on Boone’s cock and he'd spanked my butt, my pussy, and fucked me with a vibrating dildo. Now I was tied to the bed my legs spread eagled. I could say cunt.
He stretched out above me and rammed into me without warning. Hot pain knifed through me and I was tempted to use my safe word, but I wanted to feel him flood me with his release.
“You feel so good. I’m gonna put my hand on your throat.”
Not sure what he meant, I was startled when his calloused hand grasped my throat, limiting my air supply. Panic overwhelmed me and I gasped. Boone’s grunts and groans escalated, and he pounded into me so hard I feared my pelvis might shatter. Instead, my thighs began to quiver and my vision tunneled. I didn’t know if it was from the lack of oxygen, or the tingles and pulsating sensations between my hips.
I was going to explode, implode, erupt, I didn’t know. The intensity this time was borderline frightening. My pussy tightened and clenched around Boone’s cock, and my whole body quaked.
He released my neck and rose up, roaring. His release shot into me as I convulsed around him. Slick with sweat, he continued to grind against me until I’d milked everything from him.
“Holy fuck, Sally,” he whispered before claiming my mouth.
After a kiss that soothed and assured me how much pleasure I’d given him, he removed my bindings, massaging where I’d been restrained. He kissed my wrists, ankles, and neck, before locating the ointment he’d used earlier on my bottom, repeating the process. I was bound to be bruised tomorrow.
Following a thorough massage with the ointment, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a warm towel. He cleaned between my legs and added a different ointment. I was so sore I feared sitting would be impossible, but his ministrations after all the rough sex play, were exactly what I needed to come down and feel safe. I knew he had to be exhausted, but he didn’t stretch out next to me until he’d finished the comforting actions.
I had nothing to compare the night’s experiences with, but I was completely satiated. The balance of intense pain coupled with such acute pleasure, had impacted me on more than a physical level. There was a fresh connection and respect between us.
He spooned himself around me and cradled me close. “You’ll be uncomfortable tomorrow, but I’ll make sure to treat all those aches and pains. Part of this type of sex is the care I give you after it’s over. You might feel kind of high and lightheaded tomorrow, maybe even for a few days. Be easy on yourself.” He kissed my hair. “No chore list tomorrow, by the way. You relax. Visit with the other old ladies and the kids.”
I snuggled closer, melting against the massive man behind me.
There were so many things about this biker life I didn’t like, maybe even hated, but after tonight, I realized I was actually beginning to trust Boone. I no longer despised my kids. Things were looking up. If they’d just catch the men who’d tried to kill me, I’d feel a whole lot better.
In the meantime, I intended to fully embrace my role as Boone’s old lady and wife, as well as working on improving my parenting skills. My boys needed me. This was my family, and I intended to make things work with or without my memories.
Boone
Someone banging at my door, tore me from the best sleep I’d had in years. The reason for my peaceful slumber was nestled against me, her ass curved against my swelling cock and her golden hair splayed across the pillow, smelling like wild strawberries. She shifted and let out a little sigh. A second later her light snoring resumed.
I’d worn her out. No doubt. Not even the soon-to-be-dead asshole at our door could wake her.
Olympia. Sally. The woman of my dreams and past nightmares had given me a night I’d never forget.
“Boone! Now! My office,” Bones demanded, sounding angry, real fucking angry.
I glanced at the clock. It wasn’t even 7.00am. There had to be a problem, a big one, for him to wake me up this early. My first paint job wasn’t until noon.
Frustrated, I moved away from the source of my comfort, making every effort not to disturb her.
She shifted again and stretched. “Boone? Is everything okay?”
“My dad needs me. Go back to sleep, babe. I'll be back as soon as I can.” I mentally crossed my fingers, hoping she'd listen.
“I'm sore,” she whispered and giggled. “I'll be here when you get back.”
“That’s my girl.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
Before her luscious body distracted me further, I swung my feet to the floor, forcing myself upright. Damn. I so did not want to get up yet.
Slipping on a lose pair of sweatpants and T-shirt, I ran my hand through my hair. Why did I have such a bad feeling about this meeting?
I’d had a string of “bad feelings” lately, and those feelings, premonitions, whatever you wanted to call them, had proven accurate. The Soul Scorchers MC had become a magnet for trouble.
With a final glance at Olympia, who had once again embraced dreamland, I hurried from the room, ready for the worst.
I entered Boone's office with my coffee in hand. There was no way I was facing a monster without my morning caffeine shield. The look on Bones face confirmed I'd made the right decision.
He was pissed.
He nodded at the chair positioned in front of his junk strewn desk. He didn’t even bother easing into the reason for his rage.
“What the fuck are you doing with the mayor's daughter? Have you lost your grip on reality? Do you understand the danger you've put this club in? You’re the VP, my fucking son.” He dropped his head into his hands.
I waited, not sure what to say. Rarely did Bones lose his cool. With me in particular, he’d always remained calm.
He finally raised his head. “I knew your whole get-even-scheme was a bad idea, but we always do what we can to protect women and children. Olympia needed and continues to need our protection. That hasn't changed. What has changed is you got your kink on. With her. And I wasn't the only who heard the slaps, screams, and ...”
I raised my hand. “I get it. We were loud. It got out of hand, a little. But she loved it. She wanted it, Bones. It wasn't like I raped her.”
“That's the problem. You didn't rape Sally, but will Olympia Olsen see it the same way? Olympia couldn't give her consent, because she doesn't remember who the fuck she is. It's almost like you dropped some roofies in her drink and took advantage of her.”
Fuck. He was right. I'd never even thought of it like that. I'd been so caught up in my need to punish and possess Olympia, I'd failed to really consider the long term ramifications, which could bring a legal firestorm to the club's door if Olympia chose to see what happened between us, the same way Bones suspected she might.
“I'm sorry. I just ... shit. She had like five orgasms. That's gotta count for something, right? She's not going to forget how much she enjoyed our time together.” I didn’t voice my next thoughts, but they were just as true. She loved submitting. She was made for it, made for me.
“Did you mark her? Bruises? Anything that could be used as evidence?”
This time I dropped my head, picturing the finger marks around her throat, my palm prints on her ass, and her swollen pussy. Yeah, she was marked.
“Don't even answer. Make sure that shit is covered u
p. I get rough sex, but this whole BDSM thing; fuck, son.”
“Have you forgotten we own and operate a strip joint that caters to BDSM clientele? I'm not the only one with particular tastes in this club. Let's not even go there. And Olympia isn't the only one who could scream rape, is she? I can think of a few females who left one of our events after a night of fun they couldn’t quite remember.”
Bones was on his feet. “But she's the only bitch who thinks she's somebody else, and she's the mayor's daughter. And, if you have somehow managed to forget, she is supposed to marry our favorite fucking ATF agent. The one you practically took down last night in front of police and your fire fighting buddies. This. Is. A. Problem. No matter how you spin it, Boone. We’ve gotta come up with something.”
He was right. I'd made a mistake that could prove costly, not just to me, but everyone I cared about, including my kids. I was already in so deep I was drowning; I had no clue how to get out.
“What do you want me to do? Tell me. I'll do it.”
Bone's dropped back into his chair, his expression softening. “What are your intensions with her? You care about her, or are you still getting even and playing games?”
That was a damn good question.
There was no doubt she was changing me. I'd done things with Olympia I hadn't done since Rita, and then some. Olympia Olsen was under my skin. She was an itch I couldn't scratch hard enough. If she continued to “be” Sally, I would claim her as my real old lady. Holy fuck. This had become way too complicated, far too quickly.
Bones stated what I couldn’t put into words, “You like this one. Everyone can see it. You never sleep with your whores. You slept with her. This is different, son. I'm not sure what to do. I'd like to resolve it between us, here and now. Taking it to vote might turn out bad for her … and you.”
There was only one thing I could think of. Treat her good and explain that sex was off limits until her memory returned.
I explained my idea to Bones, who agreed.
His next warning spiked up my adrenaline to a whole new level. “Be ready to take off for the cabin at a moment's notice. I've got all the non-registered weapons already moved and secured too. I'm not sure our always-accommodating police chief will have enough time to warn us about an ATF raid. And after last night, we can expect one, maybe even today.