“Fine, but those skanks better stay the hell away from me.”
“Don’t worry about that, they know exactly who you are, half of them are terrified of you, the other half are terrified of your father.”
Good. “They should be.”
“Come on, I’ll get us a room.”
“I am not sharing a bed with you again.”
Wrecker laughs. Then he steps up in my face as I get off the bike. “Let’s get something clear right fucking now. Until your father tells me to bring you home. You’re stuck with me. You can roam the property as I see fit. Until further notice you do as I say. I give the orders here. Not you.”
“Whatever, Prospect.” I bump my tits against his chest as I move past him.
I know my words bother him, worse than me refusing to call him Carter. Calling him a prospect was meant just as it sounded—like an insult. We both know he should have earned his cut years ago.
He grabs my arm roughly but doesn’t say anything as we walk toward the house. I swear, with the amount of times he’s roughly grabbed me in the last twenty-four hours, I should be a walking bruise. Thankfully I don’t bruise easy.
Inside the house, he shoves me toward the bar. “Take a seat. Don’t fucking move or breathe, unless you have to. I’ll be back in a minute,” he grits at me.
He can fuck right off with that noise. My dad owns this place. I will do as I fucking please. But I will have a drink first.
I settle at the bar and the bartender nearly trips over her feet she rushes to serve me so quickly.
“Hey, uh, Harlee. What can I do for you?”
I prop my feet up on the bar and lean back in my barstool. It’s black leather with a high back and surprisingly comfortable. “How do you know my name?”
“Everyone knows who you are. Can I get you a drink?” It’s only ten in the morning, but why the fuck not.
“Sure, Tiny Tits. I will have the house beer.” I’m not being a bitch, that really is the name on her nametag. She must have really pissed someone off. Any bitch who works for my old man gets an automatic boob job. This chick though, I swear she could slap some Band-Aids over her nipples and call them a bra.
She nods, fluttering her false eyelashes at me, but she is pretty. I like her red hair and freckles. I hope she is of age though, she has a young look about her.
“How old are you?” I ask, not because I care about my father going to jail but I want to make sure she wants to be here as well.
“I’m legal, baby.” Her voice is kind of deep. I look at her again and see the big knot in her or his throat—an Adam’s Apple.
Everyone has their kinks.
Tiny Tits slides my beer over to me. I sit up, taking a big swig then get up and walk around the bottom floor of the house. I look out at the backyard and there is a porno being filmed. I snort. A chick rides up topless on a horse and when she gets off she has on chaps with only red leather panties under them. Some other bitch walks up to her and pulls her in for kiss. She’s also topless and they rub their boobs together. The camera guy gets up close as they start groping one another.
Some dude comes up to stand next to me. “You aren’t starring in this, are you?”
I look at him like he’s gotta be dumb. Cute but dumb. “Do you know who I am?”
“Today is my first day. I’m here for Banging The Rancher’s Daughter.” He shrugs.
“Well I am the rancher’s daughter.” I smirk as his eyes go wide.
“No, shit?”
“Yeah, so that would be a big negative on the porn.” I wink at him.
He nods and hurries away from me. I guess my reputation proceeds me. I see him a minute later talking to another guy by the bar. They are whispering and staring right at me. Could they be any more obvious?
I roll my eyes and wander down the hall in search of Wrecker. I’m tired of waiting and want to get in a nap. All this time on the back of his bike has exhausted me and I’m hungry. Plus, I didn’t get much sleep last night. I would doze off, but would instantly be alert when Wrecker moved in his sleep, I didn’t want him touching me. But finally sleep took over, and I was dead to the world until he woke me up, fingering me.
The house is exactly as I remember it. Gold and red tapestries and brown leather furniture. I guess some things never change. The place is hidden deep into the woods, with two private driveways. One for this main house and the ranch, and another for the cabins the club rents out to vacationers. Sure, the club is into illegal shit, but they do earn a shit load of money off legit businesses. I know that just my father’s charter alone, they have a strip club, the porn, the farming, and the cabins all for legal work. I wonder if anyone that was vacationing here ever accidentally stumbled upon a porno being filmed?
As I walk around I keep my eyes focused on outside. Such a beautiful area, shame that it’s dirtied by the filth that happens here. My eyes travel past the barn where the animals are kept, and notice that the crop is coming in nice and full this year. Growing up, when dad would bring me here, I would beg him to let me help with harvesting.
Looking to the other side of the huge property, I see the woods that lead to the cabin area. I wonder if the cabin area is still around. For a moment, I think of going to check it out, but I decide against it. What would be the point other than to stir up old memories, memories that were all a lie.
A tear slides down my face as I wish I could go back in time, before I ever set foot in the clubhouse that day. I think I would have preferred to have remained clueless about what my father was really like.
Chapter 15
Wrecker
As I am coming out of the kitchen, I see Harlee roaming the fucking halls. I told her ass to stay put at the bar. Brat never listens. She never has. I love and hate that about her at the same time.
Time to show her when I said I was boss that I meant it.
I go down to the office and knock on the door.
“Hey, Sophie Ann.” Sophie Ann runs The Stable; she’s an underpaid madam. Rumor has it that she’s Demon’s relative. She is the only woman I know he doesn’t fuck around here. Not to mention the fact that she is ancient. I bet her pussy is either gray haired or bald from old age and wrinkled. I shudder at the thought.
“Hey, sugar. Did you need something else?” She pats her gray streaked hair smoothing it out over her shoulders.
“Is the paddle room available?”
She smirks, the wrinkles around her mouth coming to life. “Josephine just cleaned it.” She hands me a set of keys. “Just try and be finished in about two hours. I have new guests arriving.”
“Is that a good idea, considering why I’m here.”
“Don’t worry. Our security is the best there is.”
I grunt in thanks and go off in search of Harlee.
I find her standing at the picture window that looks out at the backyard. The pool is behind the guesthouses. Those are reserved for the high rollers.
Her hand is on her tit and she is subtly rubbing her finger over her nipple. I wonder what has her attention.
I walk up behind her and see what has her so enraptured. A film is being made. Two whores are going at it, eating pussy and taking dick. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her tight against me.
“That turn you on, Princess. I can arrange for us to borrow a camera. I can get you a whore to eat that pussy too, but no dick is going near your cunt but mine.”
She stiffens and tries to break free. I only hold her tighter, rubbing my dick against her.
“Told you, I’m boss here. I have a surprise for you.”
“Not interested. I’m hungry and tired. Show me to my room.”
“Sure thing.” I smirk. I lead her away and take her down to the basement.
“What’s down here? I know my dad wouldn’t lock me in the basement.”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Ugh. Whatever. There better be food in there. And there had better not be some scuzzy bitch waiting to lick my snatch.”
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br /> I unlock the door and push her inside before I lock it behind us.
“Turn on the damn light,” she complains.
I flick it on waiting for her to see where we are.
Her dark eyes are wide as saucers as she sees the expansive collection of paddles, crops, canes, and whips hanging on the wall. “Let me out.”
“Don’t think so. You’ve been bad, baby. Time to pay up. I’m gonna spank that ass. Then I am going to fuck it. Hard and real motherfuckin’ deep.”
“I’m really not in the mood, Wrecker.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I told you to sit your ass at the bar and where were you? Standing there drooling over that long-dicked porn star. If you want a big dick, I got you. It’s the only dick you will ever fucking see again. Are we clear?”
“You don’t own me, Wrecker. We’ve been over a long time. I may have fucked you but it was merely an itch I needed to scratch and now…that moment is gone. Over. Finito.”
“We will never be over. You weren’t over me when you were riding my dick this morning. If we are as you say over, finito,” I say to her, throwing her words to me back at her. “What happened at the motel, huh? Why'd you jump on my dick faster than a kid jumping to get the last candy bar?”
“Because it was there right in my face and you were the only dick I saw available. I needed a release, that's all it was. And just like a candy bar, it was short, just not as sweet.”
“We both know you love my king sized dick, the way my cum tastes. You've always said it tasted better than anything you've ever had in your mouth. You can lie and say you've had something better since me, but, Princess, we both know it ain't true.”
I grab her by both wrists before she can wiggle away, and then I secure her to the rope hanging overhead that is there for one purpose. To bind her wrists together so she can’t get away.
With her unable to move other than kicking her legs I wrestle her out of her jeans. She goes to kick me but I grab her ankle and secure it to the floor. She huffs in frustration but doesn’t fight me. Her shaved pussy all but one strip is primed and ready. I can see her wetness glistening. She likes this shit as much as she wants to pretend she doesn’t. It fucking turns her on when I take control and take what I want from her.
She loves the fight. It’s her kink. She loves to fight me and pretend I’m a bad guy violating her. We used to role play but that shit is in the past we aren’t playing anymore.
I grab her neck and squeeze tight. “I could crush your throat right now,” I grit in her ear and push my hard on against her bubbly ass.
She gasps and tries to wiggle but it’s no use. I got her exactly where I want her.
My tongue glides down the slope of her neck and her breathing increases. I can hear her heartbeat thrumming with excitement.
I push a finger in her pussy and she hisses.
“I remember the first time I ever fingered you and Goddamn if your pussy still isn’t just as tight.” I pull my finger out and smear her wetness over her mouth. “Taste yourself, baby.”
She tries to bite me.
“That’s right, pretend you don’t like it.”
“I swear when I get free I am so cutting off your balls for this!” She seethes.
“Oh yeah, talk dirty to me, Harlee.”
I walk over to the wall. “Which one?”
She tries to twist to her side. Then she lifts her chin and says, “The thin dark cane.”
I whistle. That’s gonna fucking sting.
“You sure.”
She doesn’t answer only pushes her ass out. Has she done this before? The thought makes my blood boil but I don’t ask. She’d only lie anyway just to piss me off.
I take the one she asked for from the wall and go back to her. My hand rubs over her ass cheeks, massaging them. Giving her some pleasure before the pain comes. When we were younger, she always talked of wanting to try different kinks. This is one we never had the pleasure of exploring. Again, I wonder If she's done this before and who the fucker she did it with.
“You drive me crazy,” I tell her.
“Funny, you don’t do a damn thing for me. But that porn star up there…I’d give him my mouth, my pussy, and the one thing I never gave you… my ass.” She licks her lips and I grab her mouth, squeezing hard. I don’t give a fuck that it hurts her right now.
“Shut up. Don’t piss me off right now. It wouldn’t serve you well.”
“Fuck off, Wrecker. We both know his dick is bigger.”
My blood boils again as I stalk around to the front of her and slap her cunt with the cane. “You’re playing with fire,” I tell her as she cries out from the pain.
I pinch her clit on the verge of hurting her, she makes me so angry. “Say you didn’t mean it,” I growl.
“Oh, I meant it. Are you gonna spank me or what, Wrecker?”
Goddamn her. I stomp around back to her ass. I rear my arm back and just as I am getting ready to hit my target the fucking alarms upstairs start blaring through the sound system that is wired into every room.
“What’s going on?” Harlee questions.
“I’ll be back,” I tell her as I toss the cane to the floor and head for the door.
“Don’t you dare fucking leave me like this, Wrecker.”
“You’ll be fine. I have the key and will lock you in.”
Upstairs, everyone is panicking. Apparently, some fucker snuck onto the property in the back of one of the delivery trucks and attacked a girl who has hair the same dark brown color of Harlee’s. Stabbed her in the tit.
I scrub a hand over my face as Sophie Anne fills me in.
“You’re sure he was looking for Harlee?”
“He had her picture in his pocket.”
“Fuck.” I need to talk to Demon.
I cup the back of my neck in irritation.
“Where the fuck is he?” I scream.
“Cort took him to the barn, got him tied to a chair waiting for you,” Sophie Ann informs me. “Do what you need to do, but make sure you clean up after yourself.”
“Always do.” I grin.
“The hell any of you Blue Devils do. Always leaving a shit storm behind ya.”
She winks as I pull her in for a hug and squeeze her. She smacks at me when I grab her ass.
“Shame on you. I’m twice your age.”
“You know you liked it.”
“Maybe I did. Now get on now go kill that bastard. Can’t believe he stabbed Stephanie. ‘Bout damn sliced her nipple off. She just got that boob job done too. Shame.” She shakes her head and I head to the barn.
On my way, I remember how I left Princess. She’s gonna kill me. And damn I was looking forward to hitting her brat ass with that cane too. She needs a good spanking.
“Hey TT, here.” I throw her the key to the spank room. “Go take care of my girl. Keep an eye on her or it’s your ass. And not in the way you’d like it either.”
She goes running to the basement stairs looking like a damn newborn giraffe on those spiked heels. I shake my damn head.
I go out on the ranch to the old barn that sets on the back edge of the property by the pond. It’s out of the way and out of hearing distance of the main house. I am surprised the place is still standing. It’s been leaning sideways for years. But it’s been on the property for a good eighty years or more.
I walk in and Cort, the head of security has this punk tied to a chair with a dirty pair of panties stuffed in his mouth; looks like someone shit on them. They are white with brown looking stains on them.
“He say anything?”
“Was under orders from Demon to wait for you.” I nod and crack my knuckles.
“This is gonna go one of two ways, shitstain. One, you’re gonna tell me what I want to know and I will end you quickly or two, you can remain silent and I will kill you nice and slow.”
I pull the ruined panties from his mouth and he spits at me.
“Not telling you shit. You’re gonna make it hurt either way.�
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“Guess you’ll never know.” I flash my teeth at him and go over to the wall where there are some assorted tools hanging up that belong to the farrier. I take my time deciding.
I take each tool down one at a time and study it, wondering which one will inflict the most pain.
“Do you know what this?” I look at the piece of shit sent here to harm my woman while holding the pritchel.
He shakes his head looking pale.
“It’s called a pritchel. It’s used to make holes in horseshoes. But I think I will use it to make holes in you.”
Cold sweat breaks out across his forehead. “Maybe I’ll use this first though.” I hold up a different one. “This is a nail puller or I am sure I can find something to do with this.” I hold up the clinch cutters. A tool that resembles a tiny hatchet. “There’s just so many possibilities.” I grin.
I settle on the curved blade knife first.
I prick the point of my finger. “This seems a bit dull.” I go over to where there’s a whetstone and set to sharpening the blade. “Do you think he’s a screamer, Cort? I bet he squeals like a fucking pig, don’t you? He’s damn sure about to bleed like one.” I laugh
“Come on, man, I’m sorry alright. I had to. They said they’d kill me.”
“Why don’t you take off a fingernail or two first and then see if he wants to talk,” I tell Cort. He nods and gets to it.
I watch him as he takes the shoe puller and puts it to use. The guy’s hand is shaking and he nearly bites through his bottom lip from the pain.
“It was a guy high up. A biker. I can’t remember his name,” he says, desperate already to end the pain.
“Who?” I stand up and stalk toward him.
“I can’t say but you could guess and I can give you hints.” He bounces in the chair like it’s going to magically allow him to free himself.
“I don’t play games.” I grab his ear, pull it out from his head, and start slicing delicately.
He immediately pisses himself and stats crying and screaming. “Gag him,” I order Cort. “I’m sick of looking at him.” I toss his ear to the ground and go back to the wall as blood spurts from the side of his head.
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