“Count on it.”
When the knock sounded, Dare was in the shower. I opened the door to Zayn, Rock and some guy I didn’t know.
“Hey. Lila, this is Curly.” Rock nodded and then stopped. “You bake all this?”
I laughed. “Yeah, I’m a baking nut.”
“Run away with me, now.” Rock held his hand to his heart.
I giggled at his over-the-top declaration.
“At the far end on top is something for you, Zayn. Underneath, a surprise for Dare. Put it in the fridge at the club?”
“Why don’t I have a surprise?” Rock frowned between us, a pout on his lips.
“You didn’t tell me your favorite dessert.” I winked at him.
“Strawberry pie, strawberry shortcake—”
“I get the picture. I’ll bring you some next week at work.”
Rock’s face lit up. “You’re too damn nice for Dare.” His tone wasn’t as light as before. “He’s not the settlin’ type.”
I ignored him and oversaw Curly and Zayn loading my desserts. “Don’t fuck up my desserts or I’ll skin your balls.”
“Shit, that’s worse than MJ’s threats.” Zayn cupped himself. “No worries, Mama.”
Why had he called me mama? I gave Zayn a strange look and filed away the word to ask Dare.
* * *
“I got a present for you.” Dare held a gift bag in hand. “It’s a naughty one.”
“Ooh, those are the best kind.” I leaned up on tiptoes and kissed him.
He laughed. “You haven’t opened it yet.”
I dug into the black gift bag with red tissue paper to find a flowered box with Japanese script. I glanced up at him.
“Open it,” he urged.
I ripped the top of the box and saw two glass balls with beautiful, intricate flowers on them. I had no idea what they were and looked to him for explanation.
“You don’t know what they are?”
“Not a clue.” How was I supposed to know the naughty use of two huge glass marbles?
“They’re Ben-Wa balls,” he said as if it explained everything.
“And?”
His shoulders shook with laughter. He hugged me to him and drew me down in the chair. I sat on his lap, about ready to torture him for answers.
“You’re so tight with those amazing muscles in your pussy.”
Heat crept up my cheeks.
“I figured you’d used them before. You insert the balls into your pussy and hold them in place. They move when you move, stimulating you.”
Fuck, that sounds hot.
“But, I can barely keep my hands off you now.”
“You don’t know how much I appreciate it.” His eyes glowed with sexy heat that made me quiver. “This is about intensity. Red, you’ll come so hard after wearing these, you’ll fly apart.”
“But, uh, won’t I, I mean, need to get off faster?” I couldn’t imagine how I’d last longer. Just getting a whiff of his scent made me wet, and I didn’t want to resist.
“Oh, I’ll take care of you.” He bit my lip. “You want release, you find me, and I’ll make it better, I promise.”
Wow. It was some promise. “Deal, but all this talking has me worked up. Take care of me now?”
He threw his head back and laughed again. “Always, Red.”
He pushed up the denim miniskirt I’d put on less than an hour ago. I straddled his lap, lifting up when he slid down his jeans—tonight we were both commando. Handing me the condom he’d pulled from his pocket, I rolled it down over him, appreciating his hard, veined cock. Of course, I’d appreciate it more when he impaled me with that bad boy.
I sunk down, inch by inch, with a determined slowness that would work us both up. I clenched down and circled my hips once he was seated deep inside me.
His head fell back. “Torture me with your pussy.”
I moved up with an unhurried, deliberate pace until only his tip was inside me. Gyrating my hips, I moved down his length until I hit his groin.
He pinched my nipples with both fingers. “Naughty girl. Torment, torture, what’s next?”
I lifted up with a secret smile, thinking how he’d gotten this all wrong. Anticipation shuddered through me because I was about to rock his world.
Plunging deep, I rode him hard, bouncing up and down faster and faster. Need burned low and the need to come filled me.
“Fuck,” Dare barked, and dug his fingers into my hips, setting a driving pace that stole my breath.
“Coming.” I leaned back, needing something.
With hand to my back, he jacked up into me, over and over. I met him, giving as good as he gave. Then I crashed, falling apart in my orgasm. He pumped through my spasms with a feral set to his face.
“Fuck me.” I moved forward and grasped his shoulders, letting him move a bit farther into me.
“That’s it, Red. Give me all your tight pussy.” He thrust once and twice then he shivered as he exploded inside me, sending me off again. I bit his shoulder and held on as the pleasure ripped through us, just like always. No one had ever made me come as hard or as often—I was addicted.
Eventually I moved off him, taking the condom and heading to my bathroom for a quick clean-up. I sashayed into the room, my skirt down and no top, since I’d left it discarded on the floor along with my lacy black bra.
As I fastened the bra, Dare moved behind me. “Ready for the balls?” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll insert them.” He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth.
I nodded. “I’ll try anything once...with you.”
He retrieved the Ben-Wa balls from my dresser. “Sit in the chair.”
I complied, then he dropped to his knees, propping my legs apart over his shoulders.
“Stunning pussy drives me insane every time.” His lips were inches from my folds, so close I could feel his breath when he spoke. Kissing those lips, he slid his tongue between them.
“Dare,” I squeaked with a death-hold on the arms of the chair.
“Sweet clover and salt—that’s what you taste like.”
His words affected me on a primal level. I growled deep in my throat. “Feels divine.”
He drew his lips away and plunged into me, stroking my already swollen sex. “Nothing better than a well-fucked woman.” A cold, hard pressure replaced his finger.
I wiggled, unable to hold still. He grinned and popped the second one into me, pushing both up right over that most sensitive ridge inside me. I was in trouble, more than trouble, but I was too satisfied to care, later I could work up some worry.
Prickles of lust tickled me with only a tiny shift. What an interesting night ahead of me. I stood and braced myself on Dare, who laughed at the expression on my face. When I walked, the balls rolled, arousing my already sensitized pussy.
“We can remove them,” Dare said from behind me.
I shook my head. “I’ll adjust, and you promised to take care of me. I’m holding you to that.”
He laughed and caught up to me. “Ready to ride?”
I wanted to shake and wiggle trying to find some place where the balls didn’t distract me.
“Let’s go.” I shook my ass.
Dare snorted. “That help? ’Cause damn—”
“Shut it.” I stormed out of my bedroom and out my door.
Not even these balls would distract me from my very first ride on the back of Dare’s bike. I’d waited for this, wanting this, and provided the balls didn’t make me fall off his damn bike, I planned to savor every minute of our ride. Out front, he handed me a helmet and strapped his on. Before he got on his bike, he inspected my helmet, pulling on the strap to make sure it fit tight. We roared down Main with the wind in my face and sun beating down on us. My heart fle
w with the exhilaration of the ride, but the bike between my legs sent the glass balls inside me into a frantic dance. I clutched Dare tighter, rubbing my breasts into his back. Electric jolts bounced through me too fast to recover.
His muscles tightened as I rocked into him. Leaning my cheek on his back, I surrendered as the shudders racked me. My hips moved into Dare’s back, giving sweet relief when my clit hit something. Panting, lost in the sweet torture. I prayed for it to end and wished it’d last forever. Dare hit a bump as he turned, and I came apart, a climax shattering me. He stopped the bike, but I only squeezed into him, praying he didn’t move.
Once I could move again, I released the death grip on his black leather cut. He swung off his bike and yanked me into his arms. His mouth fucked mine. His tongue pushing in and out in fast strokes. I pushed my hips into his. I moaned into his mouth, unable to help myself. My hands went to his buttons needing to free him. His hands stilled mine
“You’re on fire, Red. I promise to burn with you.” He unbuckled my helmet and swept me up in his arms.
We were in a back door by the club and in a room in seconds.
“Fuck me.” I clawed at his pants.
“You are so gone, baby. Let me.” He pushed me onto the bed and freed himself. “Only got a few minutes.”
He pushed up my denim skirt, but I couldn’t wait. Leaning forward, I sucked his cock into my mouth.
“Wait.” He repositioned on top of me and his cock was in my mouth while his head bent between my legs, sucking me.
I stroked from his balls to his ass before I pushed on his anus. His ass tightened and his movements lost rhythm. My body arched, legs splayed, teetering on the edge. I drove him harder because I wanted him to be as crazy as me.
He braced himself and lifted his head from me before he shouted and came in my mouth. I greedily swallowed his seed.
He bent back to me, and when his teeth grazed my clit, I bucked in another climax. His cock fell from my mouth and I screamed his name. He held me, body and soul, as I shattered more powerfully than ever before with the balls fucking me through it all.
Panting, Dare collapsed beside me, his head by my feet. “You’re going to kill me,” he huffed out as he tried to calm his breath.
“You put these balls in me. So intense, and beautiful and crazy as hell.” My memories of the bike ride were tangled up with the driving need to come. Dare’s scent in my nostrils, wind racing into my face, and the sun shining strong. Yeah, I wouldn’t forget tonight anytime soon.
He hauled himself up and pulled up his pants. We hadn’t even undressed before we’d attacked each other.
“Gotta head to church, Red.” He ran fingers through his hair. “You head out the door we came in and find MJ.” His gaze bore into mine. “Do not come into the club room.”
I nodded, trying to work up the energy to move.
“Remember, any questions, anything, you say ‘Ask Dare. I’m his property.’” He flashed a smirk.
Once I settled, I straightened my clothes before going out the door we’d entered. I wandered around the edge of the cinder block building, much more utilitarian than I’d imagined.
MJ arranged dishes at the buffet tables—a whopping ten tables of food. My desserts lined a far table, taking up most of it, and satisfaction settled on top of the afterglow.
“Lila.” MJ greeted me with a hug. “I’m having what you’re drinking.” She winked at me.
“Haven’t drunk anything yet.” I didn’t drink, ever.
“Your scream, and before dark, it’s a new record.” Her elbow poked my ribs.
Holy fucking mother of stupidity, did everyone hear me? I swallowed the bile. I could just hear the way the others would sneer at me, the way Dare would put me down.
My first time at the club and I’d messed up. I was sure Dare wouldn’t want anyone taking stabs at him about his out-of-control woman. Every one of my boyfriends had put me down because of my sexual appetite. I’d learned over the years that disapproval was the beginning of the end—my father hitting me for every perceived mistake, my first boyfriend putting me down with his words and his fists, my ex complaining I was too demanding, too needy, only to be screwing another behind my back. Mistakes led to the end in my world, and this was a giant one.
Whore. Addict. Show-off. Words rebounded inside me as I remembered what they’d said, how they’d kept me under their thumb and worse how they’d put me down even as I made them come.
She laughed at me, and I wanted to sink into the ground. I was so ashamed that I covered my face as the first tear tried to slip down my cheek.
“Sorry, sorry.” She fought against the laughter. “Take a walk with me.”
I didn’t want to walk anywhere with her.
MJ’s thin fingers squeezed my elbow and pushed me away from the tables of food. I stumbled over my own feet and corrected myself, hoping to avoid further embarrassment. I glanced toward the scrawny general, expecting her to start a mile-a-minute stream of words, but her silence amped the anxiety already making me think about fleeing into the woods.
Walking back the way I’d come, I kept my gaze glued to the gray dirt path. She moved through the scraggly grass to a bright blue porch swing hanging from a rusted, old swing set frame. With a sigh, she settled into the creaking swing and patted the seat beside her. Heart hammering like a jackhammer, I sat and fixed my gaze on the tree line in the distance. I braced myself for her attack.
“First, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Her face became dead serious. “Tonight, when the lights go down, people will be fucking everywhere. Well, in enough places you could stumble across them. Until dark, they’ll find a less public place, like the bedrooms. It’s what they’re for.”
She was talking about how sheep acted, not old ladies, not biker girls. Right?
“Okay, but I screamed...” I covered my face with my hands. I’d always been vocal, but Dare liked it, so I didn’t hold back and neither did he. But he hadn’t been loud in the room. If only I’d taken his hint.
“Lila.” She waited until I looked at her. “The walls are like paper. People hear everything, even if you hadn’t screamed. It’s a fact.”
I gulped. Her words penetrated. So privacy wasn’t valued here? But still, hearing noises wasn’t the same as coming where anyone could see me or screaming loud enough to be heard outside the whole club. “So on a scale of one to ten, how bad did I screw up?” I needed it straight.
“Zero.”
I gaped at her, not processing that. “How can that be?”
“We like sex, loud, raunchy, kinky, public, all kinds of sex, so you aren’t even on the high side of wild for us.”
The tight pressure that had coiled in me started to unwind. I didn’t know this world.
“...Now on the same scale...” MJ had continued speaking, but I hadn’t listened, so I focused on her words “...how many are envious of you and Dare’s obviously phenomenal time—that’ll be an eleven.”
This couldn’t be right. Could it?
“Expect people to talk to you about it. Razz you, congratulate you, try and pry out every kinky detail.”
No way am I going there.
“Tell them to fuck off, or brazen it out. But a warning, Dare’s not the kind to kiss and tell.”
Shit. “Will he be mad?” I could only whisper.
“No, he’ll give everyone a smug grin and say some smart-ass shit, but he won’t discuss what you two did. Not his style.” MJ crossed her arms. “I’m telling you this because I saw the panic making your eyes go wild. Fucking is one of the three best things in life.”
“What are the other two?”
“Ain’t giving you all my secrets.” She stood to walk back. “Stay a bit if you want.” She took a few steps and stopped, turning back to me. “Dare told you about property? That you�
��re his property.”
I nodded. This life was so strange, not at all like my past. I felt like I’d left Barden, Oklahoma, and entered a new state where the rules were different but no one bothered telling me, and I doubted they ever would. I was on my own unless I quit being such a chicken and asked Dare the questions stacking up in my mind. Or, I’d be a quick study and could avoid embarrassing questions.
Do I want to do this? Yup.
If Dare liked me then I could let go of my baggage and embrace this kick-ass version of myself.
“Good. You’ll probably need to tell a few to get them to go away.”
That didn’t sound great, but I’d do it because I could only think of one strategy for the night: fake it until I make it.
I stood to head back with MJ. According to her, I’d done nothing to make Dare angry. She wasn’t angry, and I didn’t care what anyone else thought. Well, I could pretend.
At the tables, MJ introduced me to the five women who helped set up. I joined in the work but kept quiet. I didn’t feel confident I understood what to say or who I should say it to.
“Lungs like yours, you should definitely do porn.” One of the big-breasted blondes nodded to me. “You can work with me at the production house.” At my blank look she continued. “The one Bear runs.”
“It’s one of our businesses.” MJ spoke low next to me.
“Thanks,” I told the girl, unsure of the right response to her suggestion. Instead, I moved away and started uncovering more dishes
Suzie followed me. I remembered her name because she was Gimp’s old lady, and Dare liked Gimp a lot.
“They don’t mean anything by it.” Her head bent toward the girls I’d left down the table.
“Met Gimp at the tat shop. What a character.” I gave her a half grin.
“Did he tell you about getting ink on his dick? He always says that.” She snorted when she laughed.
“Yeah, I had to break it to him, he was the sixth one this week.”
“Bikers never change.” Suzie’s eye roll made me laugh. “Let’s get a drink. Church’s out.”
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