Taken by Chaos

by Liberty Parker

  Tazer: Secretary

  Spidey: Sniper Expt.

  Tracker: Bomb Expt.

  Bomber: IT/ Tech

  Wasp: President

  Travler: *Patch

  Soldier: *Patch

  Smoke: *Patch

  Malibu * Patch

  Rott * Patch

  Note: not all members are mentioned in this book and some are introduced in future books.

  Prospects:

  Levi Carson

  Again, there are Ol’ ladies and daughters who will not be mentioned in this book of the series.

  * Rage Ryders Women: *

  Skylar Rage:

  Ryder’s Ol’ lady

  Riley Jensen:

  Sadie’s Sister; Kid’s Ol’ lady

  Jessa Bradshaw:

  Travler and Tumblers sister

  Fern Jacobs:

  Malibu Ol’ lady

  Sadie Richardson:

  Riley’s Sister; Tumbler’s Ol’ Lady

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  Club Babes:

  Lace

  Easy

  Pleasure

  Heat

  Pink

  Play

  Not all of these lovely ladies are mentioned in book 1, but I’m staking claim

  To my readers

  I hope you all enjoyed Chaos and taking the ride with Kaci and Travler. They were a fun couple to write and very determined to have they’re say. They are loving but very damaged. More will come to light in future books…for now, get ready because there is so much more coming your way.

  As you all know my next book was supposed to be Ghost and Bristol’s book. As you can see Malibu and Kassi changed that course. They are ready for their story to be told, and as a writer it is my job to give them their wish. Who knows however, my mind changes on a daily basis.

  My books

  Rage Ryders MC

  Taken by Lies

  Taken by Rage

  Biker Chicks 2-Taken by Vegas

  Taken by Chaos

  Future Books

  Ghost and Bristol’s story… tba

  Subcontractors

  Co-authored with Kayce Kyle…tba

  Charlie’s Choices…tba

  Hawk’s Last Submissive…tba

  What Should’ve Been…2017

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  Sneak peek and teaser for Hawk’s Last Submissive…TBA

  This is unedited and subject to change. I am sharing my rough draft with you.

  Hawk’s Last Submissive

  By

  Liberty Parker

  Morgan…….

  Today was supposed to be a good day for me. That’s a laugh. Mom was supposed to go on a date and I would have the house to myself. You see my mom could care less what I do, never has, but I guess that’s because we traveled my entire life. I am nineteen years old but might as well be thirty. I have pretty much taken care of her, rather it be from a broken heart, to an acid trip or the bottom of a tequila bottle. My mom is a club bunny. She doesn’t stay with one MC long before we move on to another one. I have had more uncles that I can’t even remember names.

  My mom never wanted to be mom, she doesn’t even truly know who my father is. She says she can guess but I’d need about ten paternity test to figure which one he could be. Why bother? What am I supposed to say, hey remember that whore that hung around the club? She says one of you is my father, anyone care to stick out their tongue for a swab sample? I see that working out well.

  This is my life, no solid school for background information, so no college will accept me. I have a mother who would lose her way if I left. What choice do I have? We are best friends. We’ve spent most of my years in a car or a clubhouse. I love almost all of the big, bad, burley bikers I have met.

  I remember one of them whose name was Moose, taught me when I was fourteen to drive a bike. I say drive because that’s what I mean. I learned from a 6’4 275lb. man how to ride a Harley.

  Mom was screwing Moose’s Prez. In the bathroom of the rest stop on our way to Kansas City. Mom wanted to hit up a new MC that had just formed. As we stopped for a pee break two bikers stopped as well. My mom can’t resist bikers, what can I say. Moose was to keep people out and was on guard duty for his Prez. We both were tired of hearing the moans and groans so he offered to teach me the mechanics of his bike. That turned into an hour long session of me learning to ride a bike that was heavier than I was. Best memory of my life. Now we are on our way to Redville, Texas. My mom wanted to go back to her one horse town and visit her best friend from high school.

  Wouldn’t it figure her best friend is a guy in a biker club? How much you want to bet me they were more of a friends with benefits type best friends.

  I am curious to see the town my mom grew up in though. I refuse to go visit her parents. They found out about me when she was barely eighteen and kicked her out of the house. Yes, you guessed it. One of these men we are about to meet is possibly my father. I am letting that go thought. I could care less. I don’t really want any hardnosed biker trying to interfere in how I live my life.

  Our air conditioning stopped working about thirteen hundred miles ago. It was scorching hot as we drove through Arizona and Oklahoma I thought I was going to drown in sweat. Let me tell you, the humidity in Texas will knock you on your ass. I almost thought for the first time in my life I would need to stop and a pharmacy and buy an inhaler. I was doing my turn at driving when all of a sudden out of nowhere! I had bikers circling the car. One in particular starting screaming my mom’s name. I looked over and saw on his cut he was the President. I look forward again and notice their patch, it has a huge red skull on it with crossbones. It stated they were the Lost Devil’s Outlaws.

  Mom woke up quickly when the man started screaming her name. She looked over and all of a sudden, she starts crawling out the window only hanging in the car by her feet on the seat. She screamed as loud as could be “Heya there Jed! I missed you like crazy, mind if we come and party?” Jed as she called him shook his head laughing and motioned for her to follow them back to the club. Guess moms twenty-five-year-old Pontiac Firebird must be the same as she had back in the day for him to recognize it as he was riding.

  We followed the bikers another twenty minutes or so and ended up in what felt like an old hunting resort of sorts. There was one huge cabin in the middle and I kid you not thirty cabins spread around. I was looking forward to grabbing one of my books and finding a peaceful paradise amongst those trees.

  Looking over at my mom I see the excitement in her eyes. Mom is a beautiful woman even at her age. She has long blonde hair that is right past her shoulder blades. Hazel eyes that seem to stay toward a yellow shade. They are unique and make her beauty stand out. She wears a size twelve but is tall enough for it to be proportionate enough to keep her on the thinner looking side.

  She has legs that go on forever, the only thing I managed to get from her. We are polar opposite in looks. She has peach color tone to her skin, I have a natural looking tan year-round. I have long jet-black hair and blue eyes. My eyes are my best feature. I am alright in the looks department but nothing compared to my mom.

  My mom’s name is Darla Valentine. Her club name has always been just Valentine. I guess it’s because she loves to spread her love. Its Valentine’s Day year-round for any bikers my mom favors at the time. I think my mom has loved at least once because she tells me all the time love isn’t worth it when it’s been shattered and stolen. I wouldn’t know, never been in love but now lust is a different story.

  Shouldn’t surprise anyone I lost my virginity at a young age to a biker that I lusted after from the first day I set eyes on him.
Mom told him to go for it that it is my life but he better ‘wrap it up.’ I have been on birth control for many years. Even before I let this biker, Taz, take what I had to offer. Mom told me to never trust a man, men will lie to take you bareback. “Most hate the feel of latex and will say and do anything to get you to agree” mom said to me. I have taken her at her word every day since. You don’t wrap it you don’t stick it.

  I love sex, don’t get me wrong but it always is lacking something for me. I haven’t figured out what that is yet, hopefully one day the right man will fill that missing piece. I have never had an orgasm and that sucks since I’ve listened to all the women around me growing up speak of the enjoyment you receive. I have had immense pleasure, but nothing earth-shattering. I decided since I’m never in one place long enough to care I will just keep looking for that special one that throws that certain vibe my way. Love is not on my radar, not now and not ever. I have watched my mom enjoy life to the fullest, being free that is the path I am reaching for. I look at mom wondering where I am supposed to park our car. “Mom, car?” She looks at me with a smile and points to the side of the main lodge cabin. I guess we will be finding out where were staying and I can move the car after.

  I go to open my door and jump almost hitting my head. There is the most amazing man standing in front of me. He has long dirty blonde hair that is pulled into a band at the nape of his neck. His eyes are so amazing! They are grey with streaks of blue running through them. Captivating me on the spot. He looks at me with a smirk on his face, bastard knows I was checking him out. What can I say his body is built like an Adonis, and he smells all alpha male even from where I am sitting. “You scared me.” I said. He starts laughing and I hold my breath it is the most masculine laugh I have ever heard. I’m like a moth to a flame with how attracted to this man I am. Maybe he’ll give me a fun time while were here visiting.

  “Names Hawk” Mr. Adonis says as he holds out his hand to help me out of the car. I take his offered hand and he has no issue pulling me from my seated position. I introduce myself back once he has me standing in front of him still holding my hand. “Morgan Valentine, I’m Darla’s daughter.” He looks at me and looks at mom then at his Prez who is watching our encounter with a dark look upon his face. Mom looks pale when Hawk ask me “How old are you sweetface?” I go to answer but mom butts in “We’ve had an awful long drive Jed; could you tell us where we can get settled?” That seems to break the tension as he looks at mom and back at me and Jed says, “Sure do, let’s say Morgan gets settled in her room and you come have a chat with me ya?” Mom looks at Jed and shakes her head okay. Jed looks at me and says to me “sweetheart Hawk will show you which cabin I set aside and had the hang around bitches clean for ya. Yeah?” Jed is a very intimidating man, what the hell was I going to say other than “sure, thanks.”

  Hawk goes to the trunk and I open it up “Which stuff is yours sweetface, I wanna get your stuff in and get ya settled before chow?” Chow, what the fuck, who calls meal times chow? Are we in the

  Wild West and someone forgot to tell me? I have to hold my laugh back, I don’t know these guys yet and I’m not ready to test the waters. So, I give Mr. big, bad biker man a smile, shake my head and point to my bag. “What’s the matter sweetface, cat got your tongue, or do you like what you see?” What an arrogant asshole!

  Well, let’s see how far I can play this “well, I definitely like the outside package, well clothed anyway. As far as your personality that is yet to be determined.” I hear a laughs behind me and swear it could have been a pack of hyenas. These guys are gonna be interesting and they all look tense and tight. The whores must not be doing their job for these bikers. Looks like mom has her work cut out for her. I might just have to pitch in with the way these men look. When you think biker, you usually think long ratty hair, beard to the belly and smelly with rotted teeth.

  These guys though, every one of them has muscles that I’m surprised haven’t ripped all the seams from their clothing. Since when do men look like this? Man, I have seen good looking Men, but not this damn good looking. What did I step into Bikers “R” Us? If that’s the case, I’ll take a dozen to go please. Hawk starts walking to a cabin that is only three down from the main lodge and opens the door with a key from his key chain. Oh, well I’m not sure how I feel about that.

  Hawk….

  This little bitch here is a stunner, looking at her through her windshield I wanted to pull her out and tie her to the trunk and fuck the shit out of her while I whipped her ass raw. I could tell immediately she was going to be a challenge I won’t be able to pass up. Now, I have to have this sweeetfaced woman down on her knees in a Submissive position waiting for my command. She sure would look good with those fuckin’ strawberry colored lips wrapped around my cock. Damn, I’m gettin’ hard I wonder how hard it would be to get her strapped up and ready for my initiation into Submission.

  I want this girl and damnit, I’m gonna have her. I don’t care whose kid she is. She throws fire out there, but I guarantee she has a Submissive side in her that needs to be brought to the surface. I am just the Dom for the job, bringing new women into my desired kinks is a pleasure of mine. They way this girl looks at me I know she is missing something that she wants and I am gonna show her exactly what that is.

  I keep my eyes trained to her as I am bringing her bags into the cabin. I can’t seem to take my eyes from her, and I feel her every time we are in the same room. It’s unlike anything I have ever experienced and I want to explore this path my body, and mind wants me to follow. I need her trust first and then we will work toward our bodies needs and cravings. I just hope this little bitch who has me worked up is willing to bring her Submissive side to my play room. I have always been dominant and it comes out in the bedroom.

  Knowing my needs, I started researching my desires and found a dominatrix who was willing to train me to be a Dom. She was my saving grace. I almost was worried I was damaged or evil with the thoughts that danced around in my head. I found Submissives who needed to be dominated for a shared desire that gave me my experience I needed to be the attentive Dom I am today. Finding Submissives willing to allow themselves to be my training toys was easier than I ever thought it could possibly be.

  There are Subs out there willing to allow new Dom’s to use them for learning purposes. I guess those are known as pain sluts, those who don’t care if their hurt while teaching a Dom the right amount of strength allowable for the human body. They will always be special and important women to me. Sometimes when I don’t have my own Sub I will call one of my girls up and they are always willing to let me play with them.

  Morgan starts taking bags to the bedroom and bein’ the man I carry the heavier bags to save her body from the strain. If I get my way I need her limber not stiff from muscle tightness. I wonder if she works out any, this is needed for stamina. I am a very sexual beast and need my Sub to keep up with my wants.

  As I carry in her last bag she is getting’ undressed and turns and looks at me with a sexy smile on her face then says. “Thanks Hawk, I need a shower after bein’ in the car all day and then carrying in these bags and sweating. You can stay and watch or let yourself out. I have no shame when it comes to my body, so you won’t see me cower from your eyes. Stay, leave makes no difference to me. Just giving you heads up what I’m doing so you don’t think I’m trying to seduce you. I do however, appreciate all of the help.” Then she steps in the shower like that is that, well her not bein’ ashamed of her body will help me when I start her trainin’ but for now I’m gonna enjoy the show.

  I walk into the bathroom where the shower is already warming, I close the toilet lid and sit to enjoy my show. Morgan has a beautiful body with hips that I can grip and use for my kinky self. She starts soaping up her hands and then rubbing them on her body. She is taking her time and great care with her skin. She starts at her neck and slowly brings her hands down washing herself until reaching her breast. She starts slowly rubbing the suds on top of her moun
ds and slowly torturing me by bringing the down under her nipples. Then she goes under her breast, I’m starting to feel impatient wanting to see her nipples come alive under her touch. Just as I’m about to order her to cease and play with those light pink buds she does it for me.

  She brings her hands up on her mounds to her nipples, she starts to clean the disc that surround her nipples. Then she starts in on her nipples and if my steel cock could get any harder I would be unable to bear the extra weight. She pulls and rolls her nipples between her fingers. Keeps one hand going from one breast to her other. Her left-hand slides down her stomach while washing on her way. I watch intently as she goes after my prize that I can’t wait to master. She is bear with absolutely no hair on her pussy. Her lips and bud stand out as they are so pink to her skin color. She makes her way to her pussy and cleans her lips on the outside slowly and torturing to the inside. Then I see her take her middle finger and insert it inside herself. She lets out a moan and brings her juicy cream up to her bud and circles it in slow teasing movements.

  When she starts feeling good she speeds up on her clit bud as she is pulling on her nipples. This bitch in heat thinks she has me. She is sorely mistaken, even though she is pleasuring herself this is my show. Morgan just hasn’t realized it yet. I bark out an order “DO NOT COME!” I startled her and she stopped, but I can see in her eyes that I have just taken her to the unknown. She looks at me and her eyes flash lust in my direction. “Morgan, take your hands from your bud and fuck yourself with one finger.” As she listens to my command I watch as she is chasing her orgasm. I need to know if she is completely ready for me to make her my Sub. “STOP! Do not move your finger, add another one and fuck your self-using your hips and do not move your hands. Keep them still and where I can see them unmoved.” She complies with my demand putting a second finger in her pussy. I watch as she stills her hand and her hips start riding her fingers. She is a damn fantasy and I’m the lucky son of a bitch who is gonna obtain this jewel in front of me.

  I can see she’s near her breaking point so I stand on the bathroom rug and give another order. “I want you to stop and get out of the shower now, come and kneel at my feet and remove my cock from my jeans.” She rings her long hair out and steps over the ledge of the shower. She walks provocatively towards me and drops to her knees. She undoes my belt and pulls open my button and pulls my jeans apart opening up the fly. She looks at my cock and I can see her salivating at the notion of shoving my cock down her throat.