RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC

by Alana Sapphire

  I blush bright red, giving Chrissy a shy smile. Her mouth drops open and she quickly moves closer. We’ve been shopping and are now sitting in the food court at the mall, having lunch.

  “Spill it.”

  “Well….” I don’t know how to describe the last few days to her. Perfect? Heavenly? My wildest dreams come true? All words seem to pale in comparison to the reality of my life. “Chrissy, he’s amazing.”

  “You think you’re getting away with that vague non-answer? Bitch, please! We didn’t get to talk about it much before, but you’re not getting away now. Is he big?”

  “Huge.”

  Her eyes widen and she licks her lips. “Obviously, he knows how to use it. The look on your face says it all.”

  “Definitely. And oh, my God… his tongue…” A shiver darts up my spine as the memory of this morning surfaces. Again. Fuck, that tongue of his!

  Chrissy squeals, bouncing in her seat. “I’m so happy for you, Ray! You deserve this. I bet you’ll get that property cut now.”

  “I don’t know,” I say, chewing my bottom lip. “I told him I love him.”

  “What did he say?”

  “Nothing. He just kissed me.”

  “What? That was a real dick move.”

  I nod, taking a sip of my drink. “Yeah, but then he asked me to say it again later that night.”

  “Really? What’s his deal?”

  “I don’t know. It’s karma, isn’t it? Chris loved me and I treated him like crap, so I ended up with someone I love who won’t love me back.”

  I stare down at my drink dejectedly, playing with the straw. Chrissy takes my hand and gives my fingers a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

  “Don’t give up. That man loves you. I believe it in my heart. I see the way he is with you. He’s just being a man, trying to hide his true feelings.”

  “You think so?” I ask hopefully.

  “Definitely.”

  “I hope so.”

  “Come on.” She starts picking up our bags. “We have one more stop to make.”

  “Where?”

  She gives me a cheeky grin. “Victoria’s Secret.”

  We enter the store and she makes a beeline for the sexy lingerie section. She starts pulling things from the racks and tossing them at me.

  “What are you doing later?” she asks.

  “I don’t know. I have some laundry I need to take care of.”

  “God,” she whines. “You’re so domestic.”

  “It’s that or have the Hounds do it. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want them anywhere near Gage or his things.”

  “True. I thought you guys were going to move into his house?”

  “He hasn’t mentioned it since then. I’m definitely going to bring it up, though. The clubhouse is okay, but we need our own space.”

  “Listen to you,” she teases. “We need our own space. Spoken like a true old lady.”

  “I’m playing the role without the official title. He keeps saying I’m his woman but with a man like him, I have no idea what that means. It could just be a step up from a Hound.”

  I pick up a black lace babydoll with a corset-style back and wonder if he’ll like it. He did say I’m his baby doll….

  “Please, Ray. You are so far from a Hound. If anyone should be questioning their position, it’s me.”

  “Why? What’s going on with you and Ron?”

  “You mean ‘Charger’?” she asks, referring to his new road name. “I swear he’s a totally different person since he was patched in.”

  “How?”

  “He spends all his time working on those stupid cars, and he doesn’t even talk to me anymore. All of a sudden, everything is ‘club business’.”

  “Yeah. I’ve been there.”

  “Gage is the president. Does he talk to you about the club? What goes on?”

  “He tells me what he can.” I shrug. “The rest I just leave alone.”

  “Here, try this,” she says absentmindedly as she hands me a Chantilly lace teddy that doesn’t really cover anything. “I don’t know. He’s not fun anymore. That’s the major reason I started seeing him.”

  “He’s a new member, still adjusting. Give him some time.”

  She turns to me, sighing heavily. “You’re right. I’m just being a big bitch.”

  “Just a little one.” I giggle.

  “Let’s go out later. I need some girl time.”

  “Bet.”

  “Awesome.”

  “Come on.” I throw my arm around her. “Let’s go try this stuff on. Maybe you’ll find something that’ll loosen his tongue.” I waggle my brows at her and she bursts out laughing. These men have no idea what they’re in for.

  ***Gage***

  I open the door and find her dancing while ironing my shirt. She looks up from her task, gives me a radiant smile, then returns her attention to the shirt. She has her earbuds in so I don’t know what song she’s listening to, but based on her movements, whatever it is I love it. My focus is split between her jiggling tits and rolling hips. My dick is already straining against my zipper. Without her noticing, I unplug the iron and stand behind her.

  “I know what you’re up to, mister. At least let me finish first.”

  I slide my hands around her waist and up to her breasts, gently squeezing them. She stands the iron on its base and leans into me with a moan. I trail my nose along her ear then use my teeth to pull the earbud out by the cord.

  “Can’t wait.”

  I slip a hand into her top and pull out a breast. Fuck, I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. She leans closer, grinding her ass on my dick. Jesus Christ. I release her other breast, squeezing and rotating both. Tits are really nothing but two magnificent lumps of fat, but God sure knew what he was doing when he thought of them. And Raven’s? Shit. If it wasn’t for her pussy, I could play with them all day. Speaking of pussy, I move slowly down, sliding my hand into her shorts and right under her panties. When I touch her wet clit, she grinds harder. I move lower, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head.

  “Always ready for me, aren’t you, babe?”

  “Yes,” she answers on a groan.

  I circle her clit slowly, loving the way she quivers against me. “Keep ironing,” I tell her.

  “What? Are you crazy?”

  “Keep. Ironing.”

  She moans and picks up the iron, her hand trembling as she sets it on my shirt. She doesn’t even realize it’s not on.

  “Good girl.”

  “Don’t blame me if your shirt gets burned.”

  “Just keep going.” I move a little faster and she grabs the edge of the ironing board with her free hand. The one holding the iron stills, and so do I. “You stop, I stop.”

  “Gage, please.”

  “You heard what I said.”

  When she starts again, I reach down and slide my middle finger inside her. She clenches around it, squeezing tight. I wish she was doing it on my dick, but it won’t be long now. She whimpers, struggling to keep the iron moving. As I pump my finger into her, I pinch a nipple with my free hand.

  “Don’t burn that shirt,” I warn when her hand stops moving again. “It’s my favorite.”

  “Oh, God.”

  The iron moves shakily over the material, and I return my attention to her clit. She’s so wet, so slippery, I’m losing my fucking mind. I move faster, no longer concerned about the iron. I just need to feel her come.

  “Fuck, Gage. I can’t!”

  She releases the iron and it falls to the floor. As I circle her clit, I massage her breast roughly. Her thighs begin to shake, so I know she’s close. She grips the board with both hands, moaning and whimpering. Then, she goes still. I pull her to me, holding her up as she gives me what I need.

  “Gage!”

  I don’t let up, working her clit vigorously as she shakes against me. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

  She reaches behind her, crying out as she pulls my hair. I love
when she does that. Fuck, I love everything she does when I’m fucking her. She shudders and her grip on my hair loosens. I remove my hand from her shorts and bring my fingers to her lips.

  “Open.”

  She parts her lips, taking my fingers in and sucking her juices from them hungrily. She groans when I pull them out and step away from her. I drop my gaze to her ass, covered by blue cotton shorts, with the word “pink” printed across the back. Pink... that’s exactly what I need right now—her pretty, pink pussy.

  “Clothes, Raven,” I say as I unbuckle my belt.

  She quickly undresses and tosses them aside. I pull her to me and press down on her back so she’s leaning on the iron board. She spreads her legs and adjusts her stance, getting ready for me. I slide my fingers across her lips and stick them in my mouth to get a little taste. Fucking hell. I tease her entrance with the head of my dick and watch her wiggle her ass, trying to work it in. I give her a smack on both cheeks, grab her hips, and plunge inside her. She cries out and reaches back to grab my wrist. I remain still, tripping out on how amazing she feels. No woman has ever felt this good, not even remotely close. Her body jerks and she arches her back when I lean forward and gently nip at her back with my teeth.

  “Gage....”

  And there it is. My name on her lips is all I need. I place one hand on her shoulder and begin to move. Every time I get inside her, it’s the same; I want to go slow and drag out this feeling for as long as I can, but at the same time I want to go hard and fast so I can get to the part where I come in her sweet pussy. I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself. Especially in moments like this, when she’s grabbing onto my dick like a fucking vice. Fuck it. I slide my hand around her neck and pull her against me.

  “Trust me?”

  “Of course,” she replies instantly.

  Trust. I don’t know what I did to earn hers so completely, but I’ll do everything I can to keep it. She yelps in surprise when I grab her thighs and lift her off the floor. I position her torso on the ironing board and wrap her legs around me, keeping my hand on her throat. She holds on to me with both legs, her heels digging into my back.

  “I got you, babe.”

  “I know.”

  When I start to move, the board wobbles precariously and she grabs ahold of it. I push deep, wanting to drown myself in her. I wish I could spend my days just like this. I don’t need anything else but my dick encased in her tight, wet pussy. She tightens her grip on me, shutting down a part of my brain. I pump into her, gradually increasing the pressure on her neck.

  “Gage!”

  I remember the little gift I have for her and take her to the bed. When I lay her down and pull out of her, she quickly moves up on her hands and knees, waiting for me. Perfection.

  “Turn around, doll. I have something for you.”

  “What?” She faces me, staring up with wide eyes.

  I search my discarded jeans for the box, open it, and present it to her.

  “What’s that?”

  “Nipple clamps.”

  She smiles, motioning to me eagerly. “Put them on.”

  I clip one nipple first, adjusting the pressure to her liking, then repeat with the next, and watch as she squirms.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No. They feel good.”

  I pull on the chain gently, testing her. She moans, throwing her head back. I pull a little harder, amazed that she’s not averse to this kinky shit. There’s so much I want to show her, but I’ll take it slowly.

  “Gage… I want you to do something.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Tie me up.”

  “What? No,” I answer, the memory of how she freaked out when I held her hands together fresh in my mind.

  “Please. I want to.”

  “No, Raven. I’m not doing it.”

  She kneels in front of me, placing her hands on my shoulders. “I understand why you don’t want to, but I need to do this. I know you want to.”

  “Doesn’t matter.”

  I can’t have her reverting to zombie land. I couldn’t handle it, especially if it was my fault. She pulls my face down to hers.

  “Tie me up,” she whispers. “Do whatever you want to me. I trust you.”

  She lies back on the bed, spreading her arms, waiting for me. I stare down at her, conflicted. God knows I want to, but how can I? I’d kill myself before I hurt her.

  “Please,” she begs.

  I take a deep breath, praying I don’t regret this decision. Heading to the bathroom, I remove the sash from her robe. When I return, I stand over her hesitantly, but she seems excited.

  “I’ll do one wrist—a simple knot. Anything happens, you either tell me to stop and I’ll release you immediately, or you can reach over and untie it yourself.”

  I wrap the material around her wrist, pausing to give her a chance to back out. She takes a deep, calming breath then gives me the go-ahead with a dip of her head. I tie her wrist to the headboard and show her how to undo it with one pull.

  “Got it.”

  I drag my shirt over my head, climb between her legs, and lean in close, our faces an inch apart. “Okay?”

  “Yes,” she answers on a shaky, exhaled breath.

  I take the chain from the clamps and place it in her mouth, telling her to bite down. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, anticipation and expectation speeding up her heartbeat. I kiss down her neck, closing my eyes at the sound of her moan. I lick around the clamp on her nipple, watching as her head falls back, pulling on the chain. She groans but doesn’t let it go. I nip at her other breast and draw a whimper from her.

  “Please.” She grabs my shoulder. “Do both hands.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  I stretch the sash across and secure her other wrist. After placing the chain in her mouth once more, I begin kissing down her stomach.

  “Please, Gage. Please, fuck me,” she mumbles around the chain.

  I spread her legs wider and slide home. She tugs at the restraints but doesn’t ask me to stop. Wrapping her legs around my hips, she pulls me deeper. Her eyes are closed, back arched, head back, lost in ecstasy. With each thrust, I become less worried. Her head is thrashing from side to side, effectively pulling on the chain attached to the nipple clamps. She’s moaning and groaning, lifting her hips to meet mine. The sight of her like this is too much for me and I slam into her repeatedly, needing to feel her come again. I find her clit with my thumb, rubbing tight circles. She starts to tighten around me, the headboard rattling from her movements.

  “Gage… Gage…Gage….”

  Fuck. I throw her leg over my shoulder, pumping into her tight heat. I feel her coming and her back arches, the movement pulling the clamps free. She screams, the spasms from her pussy beckoning my own orgasm. I shoot off inside her with a grunt.

  “Raven!”

  She watches with a grin as I twitch above her. I release her hands and she pulls me down to her, slapping a kiss on my lips.

  “Thank you. That was…” Dumbfounded, she shakes her head. “I have no words.”

  Relieved, I lie next to her, curling my arm around her as she settles on my chest. I was thinking about converting one of the bedrooms at the house into a sex room, but now I’m definitely doing it. I’m no Dom, but who doesn’t like a little kinky shit? I think I’ll try blindfolding her next.

  “Mmm,” she moans, burrowing closer. “Damn, you’re good.”

  “Yeah, I know.” I chuckle.

  “I’m not even going to argue with you. Not when I can’t move.”

  “Get used to it, babe. I plan on fucking you every chance I get.”

  “Hmm… I’m inclined to agree with that plan.”

  “It’s cute that you think you have a choice.”

  “Whatever.”

  After a while, she slides out of bed and heads to the bathroom. I use the opportunity to get the other box I have for her from my jeans. I don’t know how I became the type
of man who gives flowers and gifts to women, but I like doing those things for her, seeing the look on her face. Then again, her face lights up just by seeing me. That I will never understand. Lust, I know and recognize easily, but she’s the first woman who actually looks happy to see me. How does my very presence make her happy?

  “What’s that?”

  I turn my head in her direction, realizing she’s back and getting dressed. “Something for you.”

  “Ooh. Is it another kinky gift?” She gives me a bright smile and drops down next to me excitedly.

  “No.” I chuckle and hand it to her. “Open it, freak.”

  “It’s your fault. I told you you were going to turn me out and I was right.”

  She flips the lid on the box, looks at the ring inside then turns to me, her smile going from excited to flattered.

  “Gage… it’s beautiful.”

  She places it on the third finger of her right hand, extending it in front of her and admiring the ring.

  “It’s so cute. Why ropes, though? Is it because you wanted to tie me up?” She winks.

  She trails her fingers over the top. It basically looks like a length of gold rope tied into a bow. I saw it and was instantly drawn to it because I think it describes the way she makes me feel.

  “No, doll.” I pull her onto my lap, grasping her chin and directing her lips to mine. “Because you tie me up in knots.”

  CHAPTER 23

  ***Raven***

  I drag my tired ass out of bed, leaving Gage sleeping soundly. Between all the sex and going out with Chrissy last night, I’m exhausted. I stand in front of the sink and inspect my reflection. I definitely look tired but other than that, my neck, breasts, and stomach are covered in hickeys. There are still red streaks in my hair, too, but I’m thinking of keeping them. Gage likes it. I’m also accumulating some pretty bitching jewelry. I have my diamond earrings, “12 Gage” necklace, charm bracelet, and now my cute bow ring.

  As I brush my teeth, I think about what he said last night—that I tie him up in knots. What’s he conflicted about? His feelings? Or maybe his lack thereof. Just because we’re great together and have amazing sex doesn’t mean he’s in love with me. I tried to convince myself before but without confirmation from him, I can’t be sure. If I ask him, I risk getting an answer I’m not prepared to hear. Then again, I may wait in vain if I don’t. I know he loves me—Stevie Wonder could see he does—but I need to know if he’s in love with me. It seems I’m the one tied up in knots. He warned me, didn’t he? He doesn’t do love and relationships. I knew the rules when we started this game; I can’t go asking him to change them now.