by Jenika Snow
And that made her smile, and had her cheeks hurting because she was deliriously happy, and she hoped nothing took that away from her.
One month later
Steel sipped at his whiskey while watching Eloise work around the clubhouse. Deanna had taken her under her wing and the men adored her. She was a great little barmaid and since they’d been together, she’d blossomed. He noticed she smiled a hell of a lot more now than ever before. There was something that she was holding back from him. He sensed it and deep in his heart, he knew she was still afraid.
In the last month, he hadn’t held back from her, giving her most of what he could but he was holding back a little. Part of him was worried that if he was to let go and show her the true man he was, she’d run away screaming.
He’d spanked her ass to the point that she’d bruised, crying out for him to go harder. After she’d taken his hand and begged for more, he moved up to the flat edge of a brush. She’d been dripping wet. What really had her going was being held down, controlled as he fucked her, spilling filthy words into her ear. She didn’t fight him, at least not to get him to stop. No, Eloise kept trying to get him to go harder, deeper, to take her more forcefully.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Shakes asked, taking a seat.
“Nothing.” He didn’t look away from Eloise. She bent down showing off her ass that underneath the jeans she wore, was bruised from his play.
“Something’s going on in that head of yours; I know you.”
“Are you ready to tell me where you’ve spent the last month?” Steel asked.
Every other night Shakes would leave the clubhouse and not return for a day or two. Glancing at his friend, he saw Shakes’s lips pressed together.
“Until you’re ready to talk about that shit, stay out of my business.” Steel tipped his glass to his lips. He was buzzing, and there wasn’t a chance of getting Eloise home. His room wasn’t going anywhere at the clubhouse. He’d take her there.
“You know where I’ve been, Steel,” Shakes said, whispering the words.
He turned to look at his friend. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“One of us just killed her mother. Everyone around her has abandoned her. I’m not going to do that.”
“Out of all the women you could play with, why her? She’s going to cause you trouble. Her father will castrate you and laugh while he’s doing it.”
Shakes shrugged. “There’s something about her. She’s strong even after everything she’s been through. I’m not going to abandon her.”
“She’s not your responsibility.” Steel tapped his glass, waiting for Eloise to fill it up again. She smiled at him, her sweet smile that he adored. Grabbing her hand, he kissed the inside of her wrist. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Are you drunk?” she asked.
“No, I’m not drunk. I’m fine.” He winked at her, loving the way she rolled her eyes. Counting up all of her punishments, Steel had an idea for when he got her into bed that night. He was going to push her just a little further. Two things would happen, he’d either break her or find out what she was hiding. He had a feeling they were two of a kind, only she wanted pain while he wanted to give it out. She was his perfect match.
“I’ve got to go.”
He tugged her down, drawing her lips to his. “Miss me?”
“I do.”
Steel watched her walk into the back.
“What’s going on there?” Shakes asked.
“If Demon or Zeke finds out what you’re doing, you could be killed or lose your place in the club. I hope you’re prepared for that.”
“I’m not doing anything. Believe it or not, Steel, I’ve not touched her.” Shakes got up and stormed off.
“What’s his deal?” Demon asked, taking a seat.
“Nothing as far as I can tell,” Steel said, sipping at his drink once again.
“Eloise is a good woman. Deanna speaks highly of her.”
“She also allows us to crash at her place to order a shit load of pizza.” Steel laughed, hitting Demon’s arm. “You don’t need to go listing Eloise’s good points; I know them.”
“Have you made sure Hanson’s not getting any ideas?” Demon asked.
Steel paused with the glass against his lips. “What?”
“It has been over a month. He had the guts to attack his own employee. I’d go and just give him a little reminder of what happens when he messes with us.”
“You think he’s stupid enough to try something like that?”
“I don’t know what he’s stupid enough to do.” Demon shrugged. “Why you kept him alive is beyond me.”
“I couldn’t just kill him. He owns that fucking store. His death would come back to the club. I did what I had to do.” It didn’t mean he hadn’t thought about paying a special visit to the fucker, to give him a reminder of what it was like to have his ass kicked. “I’ve drunk too much. I can be an idiot, but I don’t have a fucking death wish.”
“Good for you, I don’t have anything on right now. Come on, I’ll drive you.”
He followed Demon out of the clubhouse, climbing into the car. There was no way he’d ride bitch for his Prez. The only one to ride at Demon’s back was going to be Deanna.
“What’s going on with Shakes?” Demon asked as they pulled out of the compound.
“I don’t know.”
“Zeke was clear in his instructions. Daniella is off limits. I’d hate to punish a brother because he’s not listening.”
“It’s not my business, Demon. You’ve got a problem with Shakes, take it up with him. My dick is sticking with Eloise. My woman knows exactly how I like my sex.” At least, he was going to step it up when he got back home. He only hoped she didn’t run screaming from him when he did.
They pulled up outside of Markam’s. Climbing out of the car, he made his way inside. A slender blonde was serving a customer at one of the counters. “You seen Hanson?” he asked.
“He’s in his office.”
“Between us, sweet thing, he behaving himself?”
“Yes.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” He moved down the aisle toward the back office. Steel’s anger returned recalling Eloise’s terrified scream. She’d not wanted the bastard near her, yet he’d tried to touch her.
He couldn’t kill Hanson, but he could hurt him, hurt him a hell of a lot.
Opening the office door without knocking, he watched as Hanson jumped up from his seat the moment he clocked his gaze on him.
“Hey, fucker, long time no see.”
“What do you want?” Hanson asked.
“I’ve come to make sure we’re still clear on what we’d talked about?”
“I’ve not said anything to anyone.”
Steel advanced into the room, reminded of the pain this bastard tried to inflict on Eloise. Reaching out, he twisted his arm at an odd angle. The pressure was enough to make him uncomfortable but not enough to snap the bone. “I’m just giving you another friendly warning. You come near Eloise and you’re going to be dealing with something far worse than a beating, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Satisfied he’d gotten his message across, he gave a friendly wink to the woman on the counter, walked out of the store, and went back toward his car. “Time for us to go home.” He hoped Eloise was waiting for him. His cock thickened at the thought.
Eloise sat on the edge of Steel’s bed waiting for him to come back to the clubhouse. He was too far over the limit to take her home. She didn’t like driving late at night. He’d spoiled her the past month, driving her everywhere, getting her anything she needed or wanted. She’d never liked driving before and only did it because she had to.
I’m going to do it. I’m going to be open and honest with him.
Steel had given her more in the past month than anyone had ever tried throughout the whole of her life. He didn’t leave her feeling like a freak. She’d noticed he was getting harder i
n his hits to her ass and thighs. The way he held her down was getting tighter, more firm with the right kind of pain.
She could be honest with him about what she liked, the pain, the need to be consumed by him. They’d gotten close to each other, and he’d opened up about the club. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she finally came to a decision. She wasn’t going to bottle it in like she had done the last couple of times.
Open up.
He’d either send her packing or embrace this side of her. She’d tried to bury the need for pain for so long that she’d held everything in, afraid of feeling. That wasn’t going to happen again. She wouldn’t let it.
The door to his room opened and Steel walked in. “Hey, baby, I’m pleased you waited up for me.”
Her heart raced. Steel was wearing a belt looped through his jeans. Now was the time to tell him.
“Steel, there’s something I need to tell you.”
She breathed in and out, stared at Steel, and just told herself to tell him what she wanted. “I want pain when we have sex.” She held her breath, waiting for him to say something.
“You want me to hurt you, baby?” he said in a low, menacingly aroused voice. He took a step closer.
She nodded, licked her lips, and stared at him as he stared at her. “I want you to hurt me, because that’s what gets me off, what makes me feel good inside.”
He didn’t move, but after a second he lifted his hand, gesturing for her to stand. “If we do this we do it my way. You do what I say, when I say it, and I promise you I’ll make you feel so good you’ll be high from it.”
Her heart thundered from it. She wanted that; God, did she want that.
“Yes, Steel, that’s what I want.” He hadn’t laughed at her, hadn’t looked disgusted. In fact, Steel looked aroused, his cock was hard, pressing against his pants, and she knew he wanted this.
“Move to the center of the room,” he said, his voice a deep, guttural sound that had goose bumps popping out along her flesh.
She moved over to the section of light that was an ever-present square in the center of the room. There she stood, waiting for him to give her the commands. Yes, she’d been dreaming of this her whole life, able to trust someone with this deep, dark secret of hers.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, and sat on the edge of the bed.
Eloise got undressed, her hands shaking, her need rising. Then she stood there in nothing at all, seeing this man, this dominant man, about to give her the pleasure she desperately desired.
“Turn around for me, baby.”
She did as he said.
“Spread your legs, bend at the waist, and grab your ankles. I want to see the cunt that belongs to me.”
Her heart was starting to pound fast now, not because she was scared or embarrassed, but because she was aroused, and this was what she’d always wanted. She closed her eyes, picturing him doing what she wanted. He’d be touching her, spanking her, and giving her his mark. When she was in the position that he’d ordered, she waited for him to respond, or command her to do more.
“Grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart. I want to see what I’ll be fucking tonight, what I own, Eloise.”
Her throat constricted, but she didn’t hesitate in complying. God, she’d never disobey him. With her ass and pussy now on display, and the chill in the air moving along her exposed cleft, she forced herself not to shiver.
“Very pretty and all mine. Stand and face me again,” he said with that bass voice that did something to her insides.
When she was facing him again, she clenched her hands into tight fists. She took a step forward, but he tsked and she instantly stopped.
“I take what I want when I want. That’s what you’ve come to me for, right? That’s what you want from me.” His voice was hard and unyielding.
“Yes, I’m yours.”
“I don’t practice BDSM, Eloise. I fuck women that like pain with their pleasure because I like to give it to them. It gets me off, makes me hard, and with you I’ve never been harder in my life.” He stood and moved closer to her. “Before you, I’ve never had this bone-deep need to control and dominate a woman.” He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek. “With you, I only want…you.” He moved away from her and sat back down on the bed. “On your hands and knees, and crawl to me.”
She was so aroused right now, wet and needy, and she was getting more lust-filled knowing she’d crawl to him. On her hands and knees now, her ass was in the air and her tits hung freely. Eloise took a steadying breath and started to move toward him.
The hard floor was cold and unforgiving, but she blocked out the discomfort and focused on the man in front of her. Steel was this dark, devilishly handsome man, but not in this classic sense.
“I like pain with my pleasure, too, Eloise. I like spanking and restraining, and a lot of screaming,” he said. “Does that frighten you, baby?”
When she was right in front of him, she looked at his face, but saw nothing but icy composure. Her mouth instantly went dry when he went for the belt of his jeans. Once he had his belt undone he pulled his zipper down. It was erotically sick, the way he pulled his erection out through only the flap, not even bothering to undo the button. He started stroking himself up and down slowly, and her mouth watered.
“Do you feel like a slut right now baby? Do you feel like my slut, Eloise?” he asked, then grinned when she nodded.
She looked down at his dick, swallowed at the big size, and felt her pussy clench.
“Stop staring at it and suck my cock.” He was hard and unyielding in his command. “I’ll give the pain you and I both need, but first you’ll give me what I want.”
He was brutally coarse with his language, but even him calling her a slut for wanting his dick couldn’t turn her off. She glanced down at his large size, at the way he continually stroked himself lazily, as if waiting for her to obey him. Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict and her mouth water. Yes, she did want him in every way imaginable. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and yanked her forward with enough force that she cried out in pain. Pleasure slammed into her immediately.
She moaned.
“That’s it, make noise. Let me know that this hurts.” He leaned forward, and she heard his breath right by her ear. “But even though it hurts, I know your cunt is all nice and juicy right now.”
A gush of wetness left her pussy and slipped down her thigh.
“Now. Now suck my fucking cock.” He leaned back and pulled her head forward until the slick tip of his shaft moved along her lips.
She opened her mouth, sucked on his shaft like she was dying for his cum, and if he didn’t shoot his load down her throat she’d starve to death.
“Move your tongue around and stroke the underside of my dick.”
She did as he said, and the salty flavor of his pre-cum covered her taste buds. Flattening her tongue and doing what he said required her to take in more of his length into her mouth. She actually grew even more aroused at the flavor of him. His cum exploded on her tongue, covered the entire interior of her mouth, and she wanted more.
Eloise wanted the tip of his cock to hit the back of her throat, wanted to swallow his cum until it slipped out of the corner of her mouth and dripped down her chin. God, she really was a slut for Steel, a little whore because she couldn’t get enough.
Lifting her hands and placing them on his thighs, she felt the rough material of his jeans. But before she could curl her nails into his muscular, hard legs, he had both of her wrists in one of his hands and had them lifted above her head. The whole action had only taken a few seconds.
Now she stared up at him, his cock no longer in her mouth, and her lips parted in shock. She gasped out when he tightened his hand on her wrists. The pain was immediate, intense, dominating. She loved it all.
“I didn’t say you could touch me,” he growled. He pulled her forward again, and her face went right into his lap. “Now suck my fucking cock until I come.
”
God, his coarse and hard language did something wickedly naughty to her. Opening her mouth and taking his cock again, she moaned at the salty flavor of his pre-cum. It certainly wasn’t a taste that she thought would ever be appetizing, but coming from Steel made it hot as hell. He had moved her hands behind her back now and growled out for her to keep them there. With her on her knees, her thighs slightly open, she had no friction on her throbbing clit. Letting her mouth do the work, she started sucking him with fervor.
“That’s it. Suck me until I come, Eloise.” He had his hand in her hair now, pulling at the strands hard enough that she had tears in her eyes.
Looking up at him while giving him head, she saw his attention was on her mouth.
“You should see your lips right now, stretched wide around my dick. You’re a good little girl that is hungry for my cock.” He started lifting his hips, thrusting his dick deeper into her mouth, and causing her to gag.
She panted, breathing out through her nose, and moved past the need to gag every time his dick hit the back of her throat. But she wanted more, so much more.
“I’m going to have you drinking my cum, forcing you to swallow it until it’s coming out between your lips.” He was so hard and unrelenting as he lifted his hips in time with bringing her head down into his lap.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but allow him to use her as a vessel for his orgasm. He started breathing heavier, tightened his hold on her hair, and cursed continuously. A deep groan left him, and then she felt the hard jets of his cum move down the back of her throat. He kept his hold on her head, forced her mouth to stay on his dick and for her to swallow him. His cum slipped out of her mouth, and he yanked her head back, breathed out roughly, and tried to catch her breath. His semen slipped down her chin and land on her breast.
He pushed her back so she sat on her heels and stared up at him. Steel stared at her breasts and she knew he was looking at his seed that lined her chest. He reached out and ran his thumb over her nipple, collecting the semen and lifting it to her mouth. There was more of his cum on her chest, but what he collected he made her suck clean from his digit.