by M. L. Beeson
I am standing outside with Dolly as she locks up the club, she tells me that I need to return at nine o’clock to start my first shift and she takes off towards her car. I am left in the parking lot of Dirty Devil’s without a ride, or the phone number to any of the staff and an obvious blank look on my face. Fuck! I guess I am walking across town back to my apartment.
Today has been a rollercoaster for my emotions. I am so thankful for Blade walking in and helping me when he did. I can feel tears building up as I think how today’s events could have turned out like that fateful day so many years ago.
Don’t cry! You stupid bitch, you are tougher than this.
I am wrestling my thoughts and emotions into order when I hear a motorcycle. Looking up I take notice that it is not Blade but he is wearing the same logo plagued leather vest. The motorcycle slows and yields as he swings around to get back along side of me. When he takes off his helmet, I recognize him as the same beast of a man that I met today. The only difference now is he is not wearing his birthday suit.
“What are you doing out here all alone?”
“Dolly locked up the club and I didn’t have a ride, so I am walking home,” I statically reply blinking away my tears as quick as I can. What else should I be doing? Asshole.
“Well you shouldn’t be out here alone, hop on. I’m taking you back to the clubhouse.” He doesn’t ask me politely, obviously manners aren’t required for membership in this MC. He was just as demanding as Blade. Are they all like this?
Rolling my eyes, I get on the back of the navy-blue chopper and hold onto the beast that they refer to as Dozer. He jolts the bike from a dead stop and speeds off, racing down the highway. He doesn’t ride like Blade; he’s a complete and utter idiot. How the hell is this dude still alive?
After the longest ten minutes of my damn life I’m thanking God to have both of my feet back on solid ground. That fucker is nuts. Following Dozer into the clubhouse, I see that it is a lot more active now that it’s later in the day. Looking over at the bar I see Blade is sitting with a few other guys wearing the same patch.
I also notice a bleach blonde, or I should say yellow haired women with bright red lipstick, wearing next to nothing pawing Blade’s arm, trying to gain his attention. Yuck. This lady is nasty. Internally rolling my eyes and trying not to vomit on my shoes, I try to ignore the debauchery.
“Boss!” Dozer barks getting Blade’s attention.
Having the sudden sensation of butterflies, I can’t seem to calm the flappy little wings in my stomach as Blade turns and makes eye contact with me. His face stern and intimidating, eyes that penetrated into my soul; a look that has me squirming in my own skin. But one thing is for sure, I’m definitely never going to get used to that man’s looks. He turns heads, that’s for sure. His jawline meeting his perfectly sculpted beard, the tattoos that cover him from head to toe, his all-around build which is stacked with muscle, and I can’t forget about his eyes. I could get lost in those electric blue eyes for days.
Damn. This man is making it hard to focus. Just looking at him and having our eyes meet from across the room is making my lady bits go crazy. I don’t think any man has ever had an effect on me like this. Pull it together Ginger. You just got sexually assaulted THIS morning, and now you are drooling over a damn man.
Pulling myself together I blink a couple times and shake my thoughts when I realize that all eyes are on me. Whoops. Men have wide eyes and smiles like they just saw a shiny new toy and the women especially the nasty blonde is giving me the stink eye. Here we go.
“You ok, sweetheart?” Dozer asks grinning from ear to ear. Damn he caught me ogling.
“I’m fine,” I hiss, earning a chuckle from him and a couple other guys within earshot.
Before I know what’s happening, Blade is at my side and starts dragging me past the bar and into what I assume is an office. Shutting the door and locking it, he turns back to me and looks fucking pissed.
The room is furnished with the basics. A desk and chair are off to one side, facing a television showing security feeds from all over the clubhouse. A couch that has seen better days, and likely a few parties, lines the other wall. Yep, an office.
“What the hell are you doing with Dozer, and why the hell are you back here?” Interrogating me, as if I had done something wrong, he looks like he is about to explode.
“Dolly locked up and left so I was walking home when he pulled up and demanded I get on his bike. He brought me here.”
“Well fuck, you don’t ever plop your fine little ass on a bike unless it is mine!” He moves towards me, so close I can feel the anger radiating off him in waves.
“What the hell is your problem? I did nothing wrong except try to go home when I was left standing alone in the fucking parking lot.” I am seething with anger when I reply. What the fuck is this guy’s problem?
“It means something when you ride on someone’s bike! You don’t ride on the back of the president of an MC’s bike then hop on the VP’s! It’s a sign of disrespect!”
“I don’t know the fucking rules! You don’t have to be so catty!” I reply sarcastically, letting out a little chuckle. This man is frustratingly uptight. Jesus.
Blade getting right up and into my face hovers just above my lips when he speaks. “I am going to say this once and only once. Stay. The. Fuck. Off. My. Men’s. Bikes!” Gritting out each punctuated word, I could hear his teeth physically grinding together. Leaving me feeling like a scolded child, he took heavy steps to the door like he was going to leave.
Oh, no, no, no! He is not going to talk to me like that and then just walk away. I may be quiet and keep to myself most of the time, but I have dealt with pricks my whole life. President or not, he is a complete asshole who will not talk to me like that. As he goes for the knob, I bring my hand to my back pocket and grab my knife. Flipping the knife open, I toss it up, catch it by the handle and throw it at the door. Flying right past Blade’s head, it lodges itself into the wooden door.
Looking up at the knife, Blade turns around and looks at me with fire in his eyes. Oh, he is pissed. I am breathing heavily trying to reign in my anger as he stalks his way back to where I’m standing. When he gets in front of me, he grabs ahold of my chin and tilts my head up so that I’m staring directly in his eyes.
“If you were anyone one else and pulled that shit, I wouldn’t hesitate to slit your fucking throat, but lucky for you I am interested in the fire you hold. I may not kill you for what you just pulled but I am definitely going to teach you a lesson,” He sounds uncomfortably too calm for what just happened.
Panic should be rising but instead I am filled with excitement to see what my punishment might be, because something is telling me that I am going to oddly enjoy it.
Blade walks over to the couch and simply sits down.
“Ginger, come over here please.” His tone tells me that I do not have a choice. I am hesitant at first.
“I am not a patient man, Ginger.”
Giving in, I walk over and stand in front of him, crossing my arms in order to contain myself so that I don’t do anything I’ll regret. I am still furious but also thrilled to see what Blade does next. He is making me nervous by not doing or saying anything. Fuck, this is an eerie feeling.
Finally, breaking eye contact with me, he drags his eyes the length of my body. His hooded eyes are darker than they were a few minutes ago. His body is tense and I can’t help but enjoy looking at the definition of the muscle on his biceps and shoulders. He is beyond beautiful. I am curious as to what he looks like underneath his clothing and if it matches the rest of him. Fuck, there is that excitement again, at this rate I am going to be soaked.
I love the black and grey ink that covers his arms and neck. He has a big skull tattooed on his throat and I cannot help but bite my lip when checking him out. He must notice because he smiles a very sly and sexy grin.
“Now Ginger, I am going to tan your ass. I will not tolerate the disrespect you just showed me.
You will learn your place here. Come here.” Holy shit is he for real? He is going to spank my ass?
“I will not tell you again Ginger. Come closer,” he demands.
Before my mind registers my body’s actions, I am walking closer to him. Standing directly in front of him, almost touching his knees. In one frail swoop, Blade manages to grab me by my waist and pulls me down and lays me over his knee. For such a big and intimidating man, he sure was gentle about bending me over his knee. Was I expecting him to be violent towards me? Shit.
“Now babe, I am going to pull these tight ass jeans down so I can see that beautiful ass of yours.” Without rejecting his words, I lay over Blade’s knee silently.
Reaching around and popping the button of my jeans Blade starts to pull and shimmy the jeans down to expose my ass. I can feel the cool air hit when he finally gets the jeans to my ankles. I instantly regret not throwing on underwear when I changed earlier. I feel his calloused hand against my smooth skin and can’t help but arch my back to raise my ass into his hand applying more pressure. The only thing I can do at the sensation is gasp; it has been so long since I have given myself to a man.
BLADE
There is something about this woman that is calling to me. I am not sure what it is but her sassy mouth and love for knives is a fucking turn on. I have her bent over my knee, ass exposed awaiting her punishment for throwing a knife past my head and lodging it into the door. Normally if someone would have done that, they would have been dead on the spot. She is testing my patience and after the call I just got, I need a fucking release. She is just what I need.
I slowly rub her sweet little ass cheeks. She has the most luscious ass. I am dying to take a bite. Fuck. This woman. She is arching her back allowing my hand to press firmer onto her ass. I hear her gasp, and I know she is ready.
“Are you ready sweetness?” I ask grinning with an eyebrow arched in anticipation of her answer.
“Yes.” A simple answer. One word, it was all I needed. I don’t wait for her to change her mind. I pull my hand back and I spank her right ass cheek earning a small moan from her.
“Do you like that sweetness?” Already knowing the answer.
I get no reply except for her squirming in my lap. I pull back my hand and smack the other ass cheek. I can see her pussy starting to glisten. Such a beautiful sight to see her getting aroused from her well-deserved spanking. As I continue, the scent of her arousal hits my nostrils and ignites a fire that is wanting to bring out the caveman in me. I keep spanking her until she is coming undone. Her ass is the perfect shade of red; crimson red to be exact. Beautiful.
“Did that turn you on, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Blade. More than you know.” Her answer was satisfying but I couldn’t help but want more from this fiery little fox.
I lift her off my lap as I stand and I turn and throw her down on the couch, she responds with a little giggle. I reach down and pull off her shoes and yank her pants off, leaving her completely bare from the waist down. I have the perfect view of her pretty little cunt. She is as smooth as an apple and the perfect shade of pink. I stand there for a moment enjoying my view but before I know it, I am yanking her legs up, placing them on my shoulders and lowering myself to the ground. Hormones and pained desire fill the space between us.
“I am going to feast on this pretty cunt of yours Ginger,” I growl out, impatiently waiting for her permission.
“Yes, yes, yes, Blade. Please. I need this.” Her voice was rough as she was panting for air. Damn, this chick’s sounds have me trying to bust out of my jeans.
I dive in sweeping my tongue up her folds, breaking the seal. Licking and tasting her arousal, she is the best damn thing I have ever tasted. I could eat her every fucking day. Licking and sucking on her clit, taking my sweet time, has her thrashing and arching her hips into my face, demanding more. Planning to make her beg for her release, I can hear her rapid breathing as I slowly lick her quivering pussy. As I lick and suck on her sensitive area, I can feel her need for a release grow. She is starting to move and grind her delicious pussy into my mouth.
“Hold. Fucking. Still. We are doing this my way,” I growl out.
Ginger is a good girl and listens. I spread her legs further apart giving me better access to her whole pussy. I continue to slowly lick and suck on her clit. When I know she is about to come undone, I dive my tongue into her tight cunt which allows my facial hair to rub against her clit and feel her clench and shake as her orgasm erupts through her. Screaming my name as she cums, her orgasm is so powerful she squirts all over my face. I can’t help but smile as I lap up her juices, I keep licking and cleaning her with my tongue until I can see that her orgasm has subsided.
My face on the other hand, is covered in cum and smells of her; such a fucking turn on. “You ok, baby?” I grin as I grab the hem of my shirt and wipe her fluids off my face.
“It was beyond ok Blade, thank you.” She sits up on her elbows and tries to slide off the couch and on to the floor, reaching for my belt.
“Not today, sweetheart. Let’s save that for another time.” Fuck, I would literally kill to shove my cock in that pretty mouth of hers, but I should get her back to the club. Her shift will be starting soon, and I called a church. I have a shit storm that needs cleaned the fuck up.
Looking up at me in disappointment, Ginger looks deflated. I don’t like that look one bit. I pull her up and tell her to get dressed as I pull a cig out of the pack and light it up. I try not to think about Ginger taking my cock while I stand there watching her dress. Nothing better than eating your fill of pussy and then having nicotine fill your bloodstream. When I am done, I stub it out in the tray on my desk and look over and see that Ginger is dressed and looks lost in her own thoughts.
“Ok, let’s get you back to the club to start your shift, I have church.” Opening the door, I don’t see Ginger moving from the area she is standing.
“You attend church? I didn’t take you for the type,” she giggles. Damn. That giggle is music to my ears.
“No sweetheart, I wear a cut that says Satan’s Savages, I am not setting foot in a damn church. Church is what we call our meetings,” I explain.
Satisfied with my answer, Ginger follows me out of the office and through the bar. Shit is already getting rowdy and its barely past eight. My aggravation is climbing again. I stomp over to the sound system and rip the power supply out of the wall; halting all activities. With all eyes on me, I bark “listen up fuckers, we have church at nine! I need all of you fuckers sober, you got me?” I look around and see nodding heads and a shit ton of ‘yes boss’ in response to my demand. Good. Now it’s time to get Ginger to the club and the fuck away from me, she is clouding my damn head. I have known her less than twenty-four hours and I already feel addicted to her presence.
CHAPTER FOUR
BLADE
I return back to the clubhouse just in time for church. When I arrive, I head straight for the meeting room which houses a massive solid mahogany table with twelve chairs. Above the table, painted on the wall is our patch along with the club name.
I sit at the head of the table with Dozer my vice-president to my left, Farm-Boy our sergeant at arms next to him, Rage our treasurer, and Leo our road captain. These men are my officers and we all make the decisions for the club. It has been eight years since I’ve taken over the reins and we’ve led a ruthless club. Riggs, Grizz, and Rex our enforcer, join us at the meeting. I let a few of the patched members sit in on church sessions in order to fully understand what direction the club is headed and the decisions being made.
“Thank you everyone for being on time, I am pleased I do not have to kick anyone’s asses.”
“Now down to business, I got a call this afternoon that our shipment of goods, is going to be delayed due to a customs issue at the Canadian border.”
“This is bullshit!” Dozer yells. “We were counting on delivering this shipment on time to keep the cash flow coming,” he booms. I can see Rage
tapping his thumb on the table and nodding his head in agreement to Dozer’s statements.
“Yes, well the Aryan’s say their escort through boarder control got detained along with the shipment due to an issue regarding immigration papers. I know this is a blow to the club, but this is out of our hands.”
“What about our connection in customs? Don’t we pay Bates a shit load of money to make sure this shit doesn’t happen?” Leo asks.
“I have not been able to get in contact with Bates,” I reply turning my attention to Leo. “Do you think you could hack into his shit and see what the fuck is going on with him?”
“I will get right on it, boss,” he acknowledges my demand.
“Ok, as of now we will wait to hear what Leo finds and I will continue to reach out to our other contacts to see if we can expedite the process to get our shipment pushed through,” I bang the gavel down on the table. Church is over and the men start to file out of the room leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Fuck. I need a release. After the stressful as fuck day I’ve had, I need something to take my aggression out on. I am tempted to go find Shay. She is normally my go-to fuck but I find myself hesitating and my mind lingering back to Ginger. This girl has gotten under my skin and I am not pleased about it. I shut down the badgering thoughts and stride out into the bar to find a raging party in progress.
Club whores are naked and putting on a show for the men. Shay is currently taking a cock in the ass while sucking Rage’s dick all the while Melanie is sitting on Rage’s face. That’s one thing about our girls, they aren’t shy. I turn to sit my ass on a stool at the bar, grab a beer and enjoy the show.