Captive: A Devil's Spawn MC Novel
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It’s now I have to practically sit on Max to keep him on the bed. He’s growling low in his throat like the dangerous predator he is, and I don’t think Beth realises how close he is to getting up and tearing her apart with his bare hands. Don’t think at this level of rage, with this much adrenaline pumping through his blood even a bullet would stop him, and I know it’s only going to get worse. Her story that is. Whispering in his ear I beg,
“Please, please don’t. Just this once trust me, Max.” The subtle tilt of his head indicates he heard me and he’s considering it. It’s the best I can hope for in the circumstances so I’ll take it.
“Anyway, it was a stroke of luck in your favor that I couldn’t follow through with what I had planned for that night. You kept moving, and I had no idea when Leo would come to check on you, so I had to leave before I could finish.” She looks almost sad when she recounts the next part. “I didn’t mean to kill Leo, honestly I didn’t. I wasn’t there for him. I heard you and he had broken up, so it was safe to assume he wouldn’t be there anymore. How was I to know he was still staying with you?”
That’s all I needed to hear. Leaning back making it appear as if I’m stretching, I grip my SIG making sure it’s firmly situated in my palm. The kickback on this baby is a bitch. Not bothering with modesty I rise to my knees, take aim, and fire. One single round leaves the chamber, and if you know anything about guns and ammunition you know that a 10mm hollow point bullet, fired from a semi-automatic pistol like the SIG P220, from a distance of less than six feet will explode a human skull like a watermelon. So I’m not shocked when Beth is reduced to blood and brain matter splattered all over Max’s wall.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Max
“Cursed is the man who dies,
But the evil done by him survives.”
- Abu Bakr
I’ve never loved Adelyn more than when she pulled the trigger ending Beth’s life. It might sound like a fucked up thing to say, but it doesn’t make it any less true. The bitch was insane, rabid, and she needed to be put down like the animal she was. Hearing her openly, and happily admit to killing my baby girl nearly sent me over the edge into a fit of rage the like I’d never experienced before. If it wasn’t for Adelyn beside me, calming my beast, asking me to trust her I don’t doubt I would’ve done something to put us both at risk, like rip her fucking throat out maybe.
That solitary perfectly delivered bullet brought every brother within a square mile radius running. Women and kids were locked down, brothers were armed to the teeth. Tank was even packing a fucking Uzi for Christ’s sake when he walked through the door to my room, overkill yes, but it was good to know they had mine and my woman’s back if we needed them.
Hours later after what felt like retelling the series of events a thousand times, not only to Priest and Pipe, but my other brothers, the cops, and a few of the women, Adelyn and I were finally released from the police station with the warning not to leave town. I wasn’t worried at the veiled reference to possible prosecution for killing Beth, I knew our stories would match with crime scene, her fingerprints on the gun, and the ones collected from the internal and external doors at Adelyn’s form months ago. Fingerprints that had no business being there.
Taking my woman home was bitter sweet. While I wanted nothing more than to have her in my bed, I hated the thought that Beth had ever been in my house, and there was no way after what happened at hers I could ever stay there. We made do that first night, but by ten o’clock the next morning I had a realtor on the phone, and viewings set up for later that afternoon.
Adelyn didn’t argue with me over it, she took it in her stride like the champion she is. I think for the most part she was humouring my neurosis over our living situation, but when I found the perfect, (in her eyes, me, I could care less as long as we were together), four bed, three bath, fully-renovated and modernised barn, she practically forced my hand to sign on the dotted line. There was no question my Angel would be moving in with me after seeing where she’d be living. She fell in love with place at first sight, and that hasn’t changed in the last eight months, so if she’s happy I’m fucking golden.
“Angel, where the fuck are you? We were supposed to be out of here twenty minutes ago.” There were a few things I’d forgotten about living with a woman, and one of those was they were notoriously late for fucking everything. Usually I would give a shit how late we’re running, especially when ninety percent of the time it’s my doing. I still hold on to the excuse that it’s not my fault she’s so fucking sexy and I want to be buried inside her tight, wet pussy 24/7. Adelyn doesn’t agree, but that’s neither here nor there. As long as I get to fuck her where, when, and how I want, we can be late as often as possible.
“I’m coming, keep your shirt on,” she yells earning a chuckle from me.
“But you like it when I take my shirt off, Angel.” Scowling as she stomps down the stairs I raise a brow at what she wearing and ask, “Are you fucking kidding me with that outfit right now?”
Jesus Christ, this woman is going to kill me before I’m fifty-five. With a pair of Doc Martens that have seen better days in one hand and her purse in the other, Adelyn is wearing light denim jeans that are so worn in places they look white, rips in the knees and one high up on her thigh, they fit her like a glove and accentuate the curves I love gripping when I fuck her from behind. Her delicious tits are straining against the confines of the Devil’s Spawn supporter T-shirt she’s wearing, and I know she isn’t wearing panties underneath her jeans, so that lead me to wonder what sexy fucking bra she’s got on today.
I may or may not have burned every pair of panties she owned when a couple of my brothers showed up one day, and she was only dressed in one of my T’s and her lacy boy shorts. She debated the merits of burning them, and I’ll say now she made a compelling argument, even threatening to walk around naked in front of them if I followed through with my asinine decision.
After bending her over my lap, spanking her sweet ass, and then filling her mouth with my cock I explained that if she had no panties she’d have to get dressed in jeans or sweats when we had visitors. Explaining that this would make me less inclined to feel like committing multiple homicide perpetrated against my brothers, she agreed by sucking my cock until I blew most of my load into the back of her throat, and the rest all over her pretty tits. I, being the gracious man I am, repaid her by eating her pussy and finger fucking her hard until she came all over my face, screaming my name. Needless to say, we had a panty burning ceremony later that night, and to soften the impact of her loss I bent her over the outdoor table while the fire burned bright giving off more than enough heat to combat the chilly winter temperature, and fucked her from behind.
Reliving memories like that has me adjusting myself in my jeans. If she doesn’t get her cute ass upstairs quick, and change out of her fuck me jeans I’ll be reliving those memories in real-time shortly.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” She asks looking down puzzled.
Pulling her into my arms linking them in a tight band around her I answer,
“Nothing if you don’t mind me tearing them off you, tying you to the staircase with them, and fucking your ass so hard you can’t sit for a week, Angel.”
Gasping she tries to look affronted, but it doesn’t work. I can see the heat flare in her eyes, the uneven breaths, her pulse fluttering wildly at the base of her neck, she’s so turned on I bet I could use all that sweet cum she’s leaking for me, lube up my cock, and slide into her ass without pause. The thought has my cock jumping in my jeans straining to get closer to her.
Inhaling her scent through my nose I wedge my thigh between her legs and rub firmly.
“You like that idea, baby? You like the thought of me pumping into your dripping cunt a few times, getting my cock nice and slippery for you, and then plunging deep into your tight, round ass?” A whimper lets me know my woman is getting desperate. She’ll be pulling my hair, biting, scratching, beggi
Talking dirty to Adelyn is guaranteed to have her submitting to my every filthy suggestion. By telling her exactly what I want to do to her in explicit, erotic detail. I’ve had her restrained on my bike while I fucked her mouth, played with her pussy, all while not letting her come for an hour and a half. When I did it was fucking beautiful. The intensity of her climax had me licking her to mid-thigh that’s how hard she came. I’ve taken her ass while I fucked her pussy with a vibrator I found in her nightstand, pulling out and cumming all over her back. But my favorite way to get Adelyn’s motor running is to have her on her knees in front of me looking me in the eyes while she deep throats me. When I’m close I take over and fill her mouth with my cock until she’s gagging. By the time I’m ready to cum you can be assured she’s got her hand between her legs fingering herself, her shirt off, and her tits ready to take my load. Adelyn loves my quirks, and rubbing my cum into her skin, marking her as mine isn’t any different.
Putting added pressure on the seam of her jeans, which is pressing against her bare clit I keep going.
“Do you want me to cum deep inside your ass, baby, or do you want me to pull out and cum all over your pretty, pink pussy?”
Grabbing my cock through my jeans she gives it a nice hard squeeze while I keep adding more and more pressure to her clit.
“My pussy. I want you to cum on my pussy.”
Because I’m a sadistic bastard, and it’s a proven fact that even though it’s only barely, I’ve got better self-control than Adelyn I demand,
“Then ask me nicely. Say please Max fuck my ass, and cum on my pussy.”
She repeats the words I want to hear, and I reward her for it.
“Take off your jeans, shirt and bra, stand at the base of the stairs, and put your hands on the third step, Angel. Get ready for me. Touch your pussy, but don’t you dare cum.”
Adelyn knows the drill. If she makes herself cum without me in her mouth, ass, or cunt I’ll finish, but I won’t let her. Doing exactly as I say without hesitation I watch as her delicate fingers part the swollen lips of her pussy, teasing, testing, spreading her cream I can see leaking down her inner thighs.
Don't be fooled, I might be in control of the directing her, telling her what I want, but Adelyn is firmly in control of me. She owns my ass, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. She's knows exactly how far to push me before I snap. She knows that if she pushed those clever little fingers inside herself right now we won't make it to me taking her ass, because my cock will get jealous of where her hand's been, and want to go there himself. No lie. It's happened more often than I like to confess to.
Giving me a naughty smile over her shoulder, Adelyn goes about wrecking me. Doing what I predicted she pushes three fingers inside her pussy using the other hand to spread her lower lips wide, all while resting on her elbow on the stairs. Watching her fuck herself comes a close second to watching her suck me off. It's erotic as hell. As I look on, salivating, her fingers pick up the pace, and she begins to moan. Of course she has to take today's impromptu demonstration up a notch, testing the limits of my patience.
With three fingers opening her channel wide, the view is stunning. Her slit is dripping, literally dripping down her hand collecting near her wrist. The fingers that were tugging on her distended clit are now swiping the wetness off her thighs rubbing it into area around her perfect puckered rosette.
I apply pressure to my cock to try and get it to calm the fuck down long enough to finish the show, this is too good to miss by being greedy. Seeing a woman take her own pleasure, wring an orgasm from herself with her own hand is one of the sexiest things you can watch.
The first time I saw a woman finger herself I was seventeen, horny, and at Kitty Kat's. Thankfully being a position holding members’ son afforded me some privileges other guys didn't get. Rhonda, a tall redhead with legs for days, tits that overflowed my hands, and the first bare pussy I'd ever seen had taken me back into one of the private rooms for a lap dance, just one of the perks of being me. When she had me hard enough to contemplate jerking off for the first time in front of a woman she sat on the floor in front of me, peeled her barely there thong down her legs, spread wide, and shoved four fingers into her drenched cunt.
I remember being proud as fuck I'd made her that wet, I wanted to taste her, lap up all that cream I'd had a hand in making, but she told me to sit still, take my cock out of my jeans, and start stroking while she watched. She claimed she wanted to see if I was as big as I felt. I assured her I was, that she didn't need me to prove it, but she was determined, and I was young and bordering on desperate to cum. When she promised she'd make the ending good for me I couldn't refuse anymore.
I'd got my Jacobs Ladder piercings the year before, and the seven bars down the shaft of my dick made it overly sensitive, and unless I was careful it wouldn't make it out of my jeans before I was embarrassing myself. Rhonda was my first foray into the world of selective domination too. I say selective because I don't need it. It's nice to control mine and Adelyn's sexual escapades sometimes, but I don't need to in order to get off.
Rhonda showed me the art of making a woman beg, how to touch her so she would scream for me, what to do to make it easier to penetrate their ass, how fuck their pussy at the same time as sliding a vibrating bullet egg into their ass. She showed me how to lick a woman's pussy until she shook with the need to cum, and where to press my fingers to make her simultaneously orgasm vaginally and anally.
It was a wild ride, and that first day, after watching her pussy bloom like a flower, her lower lips get puffy, darken in colour, the wetness she was playing in increase, and her clit turn into a hard bud, I dropped to my knees bit her clit, and sucked her dry. Rhonda returned the favor by giving me my first taste of being deep throated by a woman, and how much I liked to cum on a woman's face.
While those memories were the beginning of my experimenting with dirty, nasty sex, what Adelyn and I have is a perfect union of what she needs, what turns her on, what I can give her that no one else can, and what she can give me I can't get anywhere else nor would I want to. She fits me perfectly. Not just her pussy, but her kinks, what makes her hot, all of it, we both get off on the same things, and if that doesn't make me the luckiest son of a bitch alive I don't know what does.
With a finger in her ass, three in her pussy, and her rubbing her tits against the hardwood of the stairs, I decide enough is enough. I'm naked and behind her in less than thirty seconds, and it takes me a tenth of that time to line my cock up with her entrance and plunge roughly inside.
"You fucking test me, Angel. Do you know what fucking yourself did to me? Can you feel how hard I am for you?"
Every time I think I can't get harder she does something to prove me wrong. I could drill diamonds with how hard my cock is right now, and because she was the one that made it that way she's going to have to deal with the consequences of how hard and fast this is going to be.
Her high pitch scream echoes around the barn, her fingers tightening on the tread of the stair beneath her.
"Oh God, Max. Harder. Fuck me harder."
Her wish is my command. Driving into her I don't censor myself, I pound into her relentlessly until I can feel my balls draw up, and my dick pulse in warning.
“That’s it, baby. Take it, Adelyn, take all of me.” Cumming inside her in thick, hot spurts I slump boneless over her back fighting to draw air into my lungs.
Giggling under me, Adelyn turns her head blowing me a kiss.
“Now you’ve had your fun get off me you big lump, you were the one who said we were running late.”
I can’t bring myself to give a shit, fucking my Angel into next week was far more pressing than any consult at the shop. Standing I tug on my jeans buckling my belt as she rights her own clothing and mumble,
“Why have we gotta do this today anyway? I thought this guy was coming in next week?”
One of Adelyn’s clients from Denver is coming into Skin Fusion to get measured up for a custom back piece Adelyn started designing years ago. Apparently the guy pussied out a few times, and is finally ready to start on it, and of course he scheduled a visit for our only joint day off. Why she agreed to it is the question of the hour. Usually she’s just as selfish as I am about our time off together, so this isn’t making a lot of sense.
Huffing she grabs her purse off the coffee table hoisting it over her shoulder.
“I know you’re pissed I told him he could come in today, but I want you to meet him. Since Toby left a month ago we’re slammed, and Nick is one of the most talented artists besides Kendall I’ve ever met.”
Ah, so this is a setup. I’ll be sure to punish her for railroading me later.
“Angel, if you wanted me to meet the kid why didn’t you just get him to come in any time? You didn’t need to make up some shit about a consult.” Sometimes the woman confuses the shit out of me. She damn well knows I’ll do just about anything for her, so she shouldn’t have had any reservations telling me the kid was looking for a job. If he’s as good as she says he is I’ll hire him in a hot minute.
“Oh, but I didn’t make it up. Nick really does want to get his back done, he just didn’t tell me at the time he was fifteen until I checked his ID prior to setting my station up. The little shit thought he’d get away with it too until I explained the shop could be shut down for tattooing a minor.”
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