by Jordan Marie
“Dragon...,” I gasp. Hell, my eyes all but roll back into my head.
He lets go and stretches me with another finger while at the same time licking along the swollen nub he’d just seconds ago, captured between his teeth.
I grind down on him, going out of my mind. I want him to hit that spot, I crave it. I’m pretty sure no one will ever be able to hit that spot but him. I tighten my inner muscles around his fingers bucking and riding, knowing I am close to exploding. I pull his head into me as hard as I can, when he moves his tongue over and over my clit—all while finger fucking me at the same time. I am so close to my orgasm I can literally taste it.
When he pulls away, I cry out in disappointment. He smiles down at me, his fingers still inside of me, but refusing to move. His face is wet with my cream and his eyes have this heavy slumbered look about them. My pussy spasms at how masterful he looks at this moment.
“Want to come baby?” he asks, his cocky voice should annoy me, but it doesn’t. It makes me hotter. “Please....,” I whimper. My hips thrust up, demanding, because he’s refusing to move and I need it. God, I need it.
“Who owns this pussy, Nicole?” I moan as he times a thrust of his fingers with the question. He is killing me.
“Answer me woman! I asked you, who owns this fucking, gorgeous pussy?”
“Dragon...” I whimper, as again he strokes me hard in time with his question.
My eyes are closed and I’m waiting for the explosion I know he is building. He flicks his finger back and forth over my clit and then dives in with his tongue. He stiffens his tongue and somehow uses it in tandem with his fingers, making my whole body quake. I whimper in disappointment when he pulls away again. I am so close. Dragon has other plans though as he reaches over me and takes my hand and pushes two of my fingers into my mouth.
“Lick on them fucking fingers, Mama. Suck them into that hot little mouth of yours like it’s my cock you’re sucking.”
I can’t disobey him—even if I wanted too. I lick and suck on my fingers. My eyes open halfway so I can watch him as I do what he commands.
“Now use them to tease your nipples, Mama. Pull hard enough you feel that bite of pain and show me what a dirty little girl you are.”
I do as he instructs. His fingers are moving, slow and steady, back and forth inside of me. Hell, as long as he keeps that up, I’ll do anything he wants. My fingers roll my nipples between them, the wetness making them slide and causing a delicious friction. I pull until I feel the edge of pain, causing my clit to throb harder. A moan escapes and I dig the heels of my feet into the mattress, angling my body, wanting his fingers deeper inside of me.
“Dragon,” I whimper.
“Oh fuck yeah, that’s it Mama. I love watching you play with your tits. So fucking hot, I’m about to explode all over you.”
My gaze locks on him, refusing to leave. He pushes his own finger into my mouth, without saying a word. I keep my eyes open, my hips rocking in the gentle rhythm he has started. I take his finger gladly and wait.
“Suck.”
Just that one word, ordered out of his gravelly aroused voice makes me want to explode. I’m not sure I can hang on. I move my tongue over his finger, sucking like it’s his cock, which is what I really want right now.
“Yeah Mama that’s it, my woman likes dirty, don’t you? Take that finger like it’s my cock you’re devouring. Show me that filthy little girl I know is inside of you.” I’ve never been like this. Sex was decent before Dragon, but nothing like this. I’ve never had a man talk so much during sex and the frank talk along with the plain spoken words make me hotter than I have ever been. He pulls his finger away slowly and I instantly miss it. “You’re mine now Nicole. I own your mouth,” he says. He bends down and pushes his tongue between my lips, which I accept eagerly. I am on fire. My tongue tries to reach everywhere, to drink him in completely. Just when I think I might succeed, he pulls away.
“Dragon!” I cry, almost physically in pain with need.
“I like having the taste of your pussy on my mouth when I kiss you,” he whispers, straightening back up. “I also own this sweet little cunt,” he says, moving his fingers just a little. It’s enough to make my hips thrust forcefully. “I own this whole fucking body now and I’m never letting it go. Do you hear me, Mama?”
God, I did hear him and my heart stalled, and then took flight, at what he was saying. I can’t concentrate though, because at that moment he takes the finger I was sucking on and pushes it against my ass, sliding it slowly into the opening. I tense up. I’ve never gone there before. I was curious, but the two lovers I had didn’t exactly inspire me to try new things.
Dragon eases his finger inside, while gently moving the fingers he already had inside my pussy. My ass was at an angle now, lying half way on his lap my legs spread, so that one was on each side of him.
“Fuck yeah, take my finger inside that tight little ass. I’m going to fuck you here soon, Mama. I’m going to push my dick in you and fuck you so hard that you’ll have my balls spanking your pussy with each thrust.”
“Dragon… oh God… I’m… I’m close baby,” I moan out. At least, I think I do. Everything is starting to blur. I can feel my orgasm approaching and I know it’s going to be huge.
“You ever been fucked here, Nicole?” he growls, his finger sliding further into my ass while his other fingers curl up. He is getting so close to what my body needs, the wait is killing me. I moan out, trying to tighten myself around his fingers. I’m thrusting into him, with no rhythm at all, just trying like crazy to get what I need. “Answer me woman and I’ll give you what you want,” he demands and our eyes lock.
“No.”
“It’s mine. No other fucker gets that from you but me Nicole. No other man touches you again,” he growls, and I can do nothing but nod in agreement. “The words Nicole—say them.”
“No one but you Dragon,” I say without hesitation, because I know in my heart that this is what I want. This is what I’ve wanted from the first time I saw him.
His eyes go darker than midnight, his face so intense I blink to see if it will change. That look, the emotions on his face, this is why he is called Dragon. It feels as if he’s going to burn me alive with the heat coming from him at that moment.
He increases the thrusts of his fingers, his eyes are glued to my body, watching as he works me. I cry out, knowing I’m going over the edge finally, not able to hold it back.
It explodes as I scream out his name. I try to twist and turn to get away from him. The feelings are so intense, so cataclysmic I think it may kill me. Dragon allows me no mercy. He pushes harder on my clit, all while trapping my body, not allowing me to escape. I moan out in one long, ragged, cry as the vibrations in my body don’t even get a chance to settle completely, before starting again. His fingers move harder, faster and his growl echoes in the room.
“That’s it, Mama. So fucking beautiful, watch that little pussy begging for everything I can give it. I’m going to fuck you so hard soon. You just have to come for me again.”
God, his words set me on fire and I feel my climax building. When I start to explode, Dragon takes his hands away.
“No damn you! Don’t leave me!” I demand and Dragon laughs. I’d cuss him again, but at that exact moment his cock plunges into me and his thumb pushes down on my clit.
“Oh fuck!” I holler out…or maybe he does. Hell, maybe we say it together. I’m trying to hold on, because a woman could pass out from everything coming at me right now and I don’t want to miss a moment of this.
“So fucking perfect. I’m going to fuck this pussy so hard and so often, Nicole. You’re going to know there’s no one else out there for you, but me.”
“Never anyone but you,” I pledge, barely coherent.
“Damn straight, Mama. Fuck, I’m so close. Come again baby, come all over my cock and take me with you.”
I moan because now speech is beyond me. He does something with his fingers on my clit.
I have no idea what, all I know is that it shatters me. I detonate on a wild cry. It takes just a minute more and I feel Dragon explode inside of me.
He’s ruined me for other men.
That thought drifts through my mind as I feel him move to the side and pull my boneless
body close to him. He is running his fingers through my hair. It’s such an odd thing, him doing that. Seems out of character with the big, bad, biker persona he has going on. It’s tender and way too sweet. It feels me with contentment.
“I want you at the club tomorrow. You’ll move into my room with me.”
“You live at the club?” I ask, realizing Dragon and I are really just getting to know each other.
“Yeah, I’ve never had reason not to. Club is on lockdown though, so I need you with me.”
“Lockdown?”
“Yeah Mama, got shit going down right now. It’s not good and I need to know you’re where me or my boys can protect you.”
“Does this happen often?”
“Not often, but it does.”
“I’m not part of the club, I don’t see why I’d need to be there.”
“Because you’re mine, I claimed you. Fuckers in my world Nicole will use you to get to me.”
I guess that makes sense. It doesn’t mean I like it, however.
“You need to learn better post-copulation talk, Dragon.”
He reaches down and kisses the top of my head, with a snort.
“Post-copulation? You gonna get fancy with me Mama?”
“I do kind of feel like royalty tonight.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Well you did worship my body,” I giggle.
“You want to clean up Mama and I’ll give you more reason to feel worshipped?”
“I kind of like the feeling of having a part of you inside of me...dripping and sliding between my legs...”
“Fuck me. I thought I was done, but suddenly I want to feel that too.”
“About time.”
“I’m going to have to tame you before you kill me,” Dragon answers, climbing back on top of me. I look into those dark eyes, and they never fail to stop my heart. He’s right. I am his.
“Bring it on, big boy,” I challenge.
And he did.
14
Dragon
Fuck, it has been a stressful two days. I finally got Nicole packed up and moved into the club. She fought me with every breath, mainly because her girl is being a bitch and refusing to come with her. Nicole had flat out refused to come here with me, until I got a little more creative with my convincing.
Tonight will be the first real night Nicole is staying at the club. I’m not going to fucking lie, I don’t know how she is going to fit in. I’m expecting drama with the Twinkies. Tonight is also a party night, and Nicole will probably see shit that will make her want to run. I won’t let her. At least I’m going to try to make sure that doesn’t happen.
My big problem is that Skull canceled our meeting the night before and we are set up for tonight instead. I’m fucked. I can’t watch over my woman and here with my men and Skull at the same time, and I fucking need to be here.
Crush and I walk into the old factory’s slaughter room. I normally take care of my business at the shed, but since this involves Skull to a certain extent, I’ve moved to a more central location. I don’t like it, but I didn’t want Skull on my turf, knowing where my shit is. Skull and three of his men, Beast, Briar and Torch, are already sitting in the corner watching as Gunner hoses down our entertainment for the night. Bull and Freak are sitting across from Skull’s men saying nothing, just watching. I have Irish, Frog and Striker watching over my woman. I’m still hesitant about Striker, but he seems to be innocent of this shit. I can’t go around blindly accusing all of my men. With three of them there, surely Nicole will be safe. That’s all I can do for now and it’s the only way I can here tonight.
Twist is tied up on a meat hook, and has been here for two days. His face is swollen, his ribs are bruised and I can tell Freak has used his razors on him. There are these fine little lines across Twist’s body, with blood trailing along them. Thy mar Twist’s entire naked body. The lines are cut just deep enough to separate the layers of skin, and in perfect vertical form—straight as an arrow, except for the word rapist, that is written across Twist’s stomach. Freak is an artist with a knife and razor. He is a scary fucker, but handy to have on your side for damn sure.
“Let’s get this damn meeting started,” I growl, as I sit down at the table across from Skull.
“Damn Dragon, I was hoping the lovely Nicole might have improved your mood.”
“She did, that’s why I want to be done with this shit and get back to her.” Skull is wise enough not to say anything back. Good call. “My boys explain shit to you?”
“Si, though I am sure you know that by calling this meeting, I am not so stupid that I would leave a clear trail pointing back to me or my compadres. The note on this girl is fake.” Skull answers. “I know that, which means we both have an enemy we need to find, before this shit escalates.” I tell him. Feeling like I’m sitting on the edge of a cliff. Fuck me, this shit always had a way of escalating. It hasn’t bothered me before, but now that I have Nicole to worry about. It more than bothers me.
“Freak, you about ready to start?”
“Plastic is all rolled out just waiting on you, Boss-man,” he answers, sounding like he is bored.
I look at Skull. “You warned me about this before, motherfucker. Do you have any more intel you’re willing to share?”
“Sorry mi amigo, I wish I did, but I have nothing I wish to speak of to you or your compatriots”
Fuck! That meant he knew something more, though nothing he was willing to tell me. Why can’t shit ever be simple? I rake my hand over my head. I dread what’s coming next. I can handle beating down and torturing motherfuckers, especially when they’ve bought their own ticket. In my world you have to prove you are strong. You have to be someone others could not fuck with. Still, the fact that tonight I will be doing that shit to one of my own is lying bitter in my gut. I have keep my mind on Jess. Twist is one of my men and what he did to her goes against everything the club stands for.
It’s haunting me. The beat down he gave Jess, how he laughed with each kick of his steel toed boot. It pictures how he raped the poor unconscious girl afterwards. It’s all inside of my head. Jess is a sweet girl, and looking at her, she reminds me a little of Nicole. This could have been Nicole and not Jess. I keep that thought firm in my mind as I get up from the table. I make my way over to Twist and remind myself that this fucker destroyed an innocent woman and betrayed his brothers. He’s nothing to me—not anymore. Gunner turns off the hose.
“Untie him and put him in the tub. You got the shit on?” I ask, because there’s not a doubt in my mind how this is going to go down.
“Yeah, Danny has the stuff going now.”
I nod and stand against the wall, watching as Freak and Gunner lower Twist into a cast iron tub. His eyes are swollen together so he can’t see, but he has to know what’s happening. He’s seen what we do to those who betray and try to cross us. There’s a reason we’re the Savage MC. I grab the pliers and knife off of a makeshift table and walk towards him. Truth be told, I don’t have a stomach for this shit. This was only done when information was needed. I’d much rather shoot a fucker between the eyes than go through this. I know my men feel the same. Freak takes care of these crap jobs, because it has to be done and done right, to protect the club. I know he doesn’t truly like it either. Fuck, if he did, I’m not sure I’d want him on my side.
I bend down and take the filthy oiled rag from his mouth that the boys used to gag him with.
“You ready to talk fucker?” I ask, already knowing what the answer will be.
“Fuck you. You’re going to kill me anyway,” Twist says and let’s face it, he’s not wrong. I grab him by the hair of the head and decide to lay it out for him.
“I’m not telling you a thing,” Twist rasps.
I pull over the small stool by the tub to sit on. I was right, he’s not that bright and obviously this is going to take a while.
“Do you know what lye is fuck-wad? See everyone talks about acid, but if you heat lye up way past boiling and pour that shit on a human body? In just a few hours all you got is liquid slop,” I tell him, as I run my Bowie knife along the outline of the Savage MC tat on his chest. All the brothers have one and clearly I needed to be more careful about who I let wear it.
This fuck up is on me. I know I should have blackballed Twist from the beginning, I had that gut instinct. But, Irish, Gunner and Striker all voted to patch him in. I usually tried to run the club by majority vote. This was one time I should’ve paid attention to my instincts.
“Just get on with it,” Twist responds, and maybe it would sound more believable if his voice was stronger.
“We’ve used it before. Fuck, stinks worse than pigs in shit. There won’t be a trace of you left for one sorry-ass to grieve. It’ll be like you never existed. All we do is pull the drain open and wash you down into the sewers where shit like you belongs.”
“Fuck you,” Twist replies back, but I can hear the fear in his voice this time. That is good, because fear means the fucker might still tell me what I need to know.
“What really bothers me the most is that none of the other punks who tried to betray the MC held our mark on their chest.”
“Yo, Crusher! You think we should allow Twist to carry our symbol on him into hell?” I ask, my knife still dancing around the tat in question, which was placed over his heart.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not, Prez!”
“Yeah, I don’t think so either, but let’s be fair. We’ll take a vote. All those that say this fuck-wad can keep his tat, say Aye.”