Sara's Gun (Devil's Iron MC Series Book 5)

by GM Scherbert

  Curling her into my side I stroke her hair as we come down from the high of our orgasms. Not wanting to break the moment, but thinking that I have more questions she turns around to face me. “Ask away, Mack, I know that they need more information or you would not have been sent over here so quickly.”

  “I will always come for you Sara, no one needed to send me or will ever have too, ALWAYS. As far as the information goes you have already told me everything that I need. Unless you think there is something else that I need to know that could help.”

  “No, not that I can think of.”

  “Okay, go to sleep, Princess, I will try to be here when you get up, but I have Church at five and need to be there.”

  “No worries, Mack. I gotta go to work, and I gotta be there at three pm so I won’t keep you away.”

  Stroking her hair, I know this is where I want to be forever, and to do so, making sure that she is safe I will have to, unfortunately, take her father out.

  Checking in with Blaze as soon as Sara goes to sleep, I give him the information that I have learned from her. Telling him that I will see him in short hours at Church, he tells me to enjoy my time with her.

  And I do. I can’t hold myself back from waking her as I climb back into bed and take her again, knowing that this is the woman who I own and who owns me in return, forever.

  Chapter 29

  ~Sara~

  I can’t believe that it has been a year since the last night that I saw my father. The year has passed by quickly, and I find myself happier with each day that passes. Mack wasted no time getting his ink on me, filling in the blank spot on my back within two weeks of that night. That same day, he asked me to marry him, and I said yes without hesitation. He has owned me since the first day we met, so making it legal was the last step which ended up happening about two weeks after he asked.

  We have found that the Dungeon is a great place to work out some of the lingering anger that we have discovered that Mack has. He tans my ass, takes his whip to me, and dominates me completely whenever I get out of control and start to forget that I belong to him.

  The first time that we went to the Dungeon, me as his sub and him as my Master, it was a unique experience to say the least. It took all of about a month for us to get settled again in our roles of husband and wife, before we itched for the Dungeon. The BDSM lifestyle we had been playing with while at home, and I found no trouble kneeling and surrendering to him. I know that he was itching to take his whip to me, but we have never had a public scene together so my nerves were skyrocketing. Of course, we have played at the house during this time, but nothing compares to a scene in front of the crowd at the Dungeon.

  Changing into an outfit that Mack picked out for me, I find a peace being back in the lifestyle and inside of the Dungeon. It doesn’t take long to get on the bra and skirt that he has picked out for me. Slipping on the heels he has also picked out, I move towards the mirror. As I finish tying my hair up, I look towards the door as I hear it open. Pearl and Ember walk in together smiling and looking towards me.

  “Sara, he’s waiting for you and doesn’t look all that happy. You should probably hurry up and not keep your Master waiting.” Ember giggles out. This is the first time that she has been out to play since their little girl joined them.

  “Yes, I know. I am just a little nervous to be with such a crowd.”

  Walking over to me, Pearl grabs my hand before speaking. “You know that the crowd is here because Master Markus has let me out to ravage my sweet thing here this evening. Considering she went into labor the last time that I tried, I think the crowd is hoping for a different outcome this evening.” Looking longingly towards Ember I see the bond that these woman share and am awed by it.

  “I know and I am ready.”

  “Come with us, we will lead you out to present you to your Master. And might I add he is looking mighty fine tonight in his leathers.” Again Ember giggles out.

  “Sweet thing, do you think that Doc would appreciate you looking at or appraising other men?” Pearl says to her sternly.

  “No Ma’am, he would not.” Ember’s head goes down as her reprimand sinks in.

  Walking towards the stage that is set up in the middle of the main room, both Pearl and Ember stop as we approach. Their men come up to stand alongside them as I continue on. Seeing Mack on the stage my knees weaken when he turns and his gaze falls on me. Seeing him and the domination that has taken him over, I drop to my knees without question. Placing my hands on my thighs palms up, I spread my knees wide and drop my head waiting for him and his command.

  After long minutes, Gun walks up behind me and runs a soft hand over my hair. “Princess, you look lovely. You make your Master very happy with your submission.” Circling me, he pulls my chin up with his fingers and demands my attention. “Princess, I need to feel you under my whip. The thoughts of you walking away and staying away for so long will not subside.” Running his fingers down to my throat, he holds tight as he goes on, “The only way that they will keep at bay is if you are reminded what will happen if you try to leave again. You are mine and the ink that covers your body screaming my name demands it. Now, up on the cross girl.”

  Rising from my position, I am slow to make my way over to the cross, thinking only of the whip that is set on one of the tables that I have passed. I can’t pull my eyes away from it until I again her his voice. “Princess, I am here and would never do anything to injury you. You have safe words for a reason, tell me them now.”

  “Red to stop the scene, yellow to slow the scene or give caution and green to continue the scene.”

  Stroking over my back, I feel his hands undo first my bra pushing the straps down my arms. Then I feel him undoing the buttons on the skirt and tugging it free he flings it to the side. I snuggle into the cross and feel a sharp slap to the ass. “Good girl, Princess. Use them freely, this is our first scene and I might push you too hard. If anything bothers, you or doesn’t feel right don’t hesitate. Tell me you understand please.”

  “Yes, Mack. I’m sorry Master. I understand. I should use my safe words anytime that they are needed and not hesitate to do so.”

  Feeling a breath on my ear, my head turns slightly searching out the warmth. “Stay still, or do I need to restrain you? Take your sight from you as well, Princess?”

  “No, Please. I will not move anymore Master. Please don’t restrain me, I will be good.”

  Moving around to the table that I had passed on my way to the cross, I can barely see Mack grabbing for the whip. Running it over and through his hands I am brought peace as he speaks.

  “Princess you have penance to pay to your Master. Speak clearly while you tell our audience what you have done to earn what you are about to receive.”

  Swallowing, I take a deep breath before beginning. “I ran away from my Master, hid from the feelings that I have for him, and hid behind my fears for five long years. I beg for forgiveness Master. And accept any punishment that you see fit to bestow on me.”

  Stepping behind me, I feel him behind me as he speaks slowly into my ear. “You will take my whip then I will bury myself inside of you until we are both coming. Be a good girl and show these members how beautiful you are when you are flying.” With a slap on my ass he moves back from me and I tense waiting for the first strike.

  Feeling the first kiss of the whip, he finds his pattern quickly. I only count five strikes before I find myself flying and am jarred out of it be my Master in my ear.

  “You did beautifully Princess. I have never been prouder.” Supporting me as he moves me over to the horse and positions me on top of it. “I am going to take your ass now. Come freely, but make sure to thank your Master for your pleasure.”

  Nodding my head is about all I can manage as I feel the cold lube make contact with my ass. Moving his fingers around on the lube, it takes what feels like only mere seconds between him shoving a finger inside of me before I feel his hard cock at my entrance. As his hands grip my hips h
e pushes deep into my ass and I come instantly.

  Moaning loudly, I can barely get out my thanks before I am again brought to the brink. “Master, thank you so much for fucking my ass.” Moaning again I turn my head to the side resting my cheek on the bench. Glancing behind my shoulder I watch him pumping into me. “Please don’t stop, Master.” Catching his eyes with mine I go on, “Please Master own me and use me until you see fit.”

  Tugging on my hair sharply, my head snaps up, while my eyes stayed locked with his. “Always, Princess. I will use you always and never have my fill of you. Now fly with me.” As he slams into me one last time we fly together and seal our fates together.

  Ten months later

  Sitting here at my old house going through all of my father’s stuff is not something that I thought I would be doing. I don’t know why or how anyone even thought to contact me when my dad died last month, but they did. Mack, Country, and Trip come with me to help go through the house, and I know that they are there for protection more than anything.

  Going through the boxes, I find most filled with shit I could care less about. Some boxes, however, are filled with my mother’s stuff. Those boxes take the longest to go through, and I feel like I am getting to know her again seeing some of her things.

  After the phone call a few weeks back telling me about his death, it still seems a bit odd. Asking Mack about it, he shrugs me off saying that he doesn’t know anything about the accident. Changing the subject quickly, I know that this is one of those, ask not tell not kind of situations.

  Looking back, I know that my mother had a hard life with a man that never really loved her. I have a life with a man that loves me totally and completely. A man that would lay down his life for me. A man that would take a life to defend or protect mine. A man that drives me wild and crazy with anger, passion, hate, love, command, or whatever you’d like to call it.

  Just like he has since the first day we met.

  The man that owns me: mind, body, and soul.

  The man that will soon find out how much more he can love, when I let him in on my secret.

  That our little family is about to grow.

  THE END

  ~until we meet again