Carnal Desire

by K. T Fisher

  She's shown in my direction as I lean against the door frame and smile. I see her eyes widen a little as she takes me in then starts to walk over. I lead her into my room, shutting the door behind us. She waits for me to tell her where to sit and we get started.

  "So what can I do for you today?" I ask her.

  "I want a tattoo." She quickly answers. Her voice is cultured and there's an air about her. She may look hot but she's no club whore that's for sure. She's almost as classy as Elle, but not quite. There's something about her that reminds me of Elle though, not that I can put my finger on it.

  "You're in the right place for that babe."

  She blushes a little, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I've already got a scarab beetle on my back that symbolizes protection and good luck; it's in my birthstone colors. I had it done before my first lot of chemo; I wanted something to keep me safe."

  This sparks my interest. Not many women ask for a tattoo that means protection. Good luck, yes but protection is a little different. And she mentioned chemo. Looks like, as young as she is she's had a hard time of it.

  "You have anything in mind?" I ask.

  "Well I chose the scarab beetle because I'm into Egyptology, but I'd like to go for a Chinese dragon this time, for the symbolism. I want to show the strength I've got now I've beaten the cancer." Wow. She has been through some shit. I move over to the shelf, fetching down a folder with pictures and sketches that relate to what she's asking for.

  I nod my head in thought as I search for the image I know would be perfect for her. I show her the sketch and her face breaks out in a huge smile. "That's perfect." It's a dragon that covers the whole of her shoulder, and instead of breathing fire, it's breathing life into some trees and bushes. It's an oriental design.

  I flash her my smile. "I do my best to please."

  At my words she blushes again, and my body responds. Shit. I need to get it together.

  Because the piece is going on the back of her shoulder she sits on the table facing away from me. Her body is warm as I touch it and she breaks out in goose bumps. I know she's affected by me because her breathing deepens. She leans into my touch where my hand brushes her skin. Shit, the woman has me hard!

  "So what's your name again?" I ask her as I continue with her stencil. I need to break this sexual vibe.

  "Emma. What's yours?"

  "Ink."

  She laughs. "Fitting."

  When the transfer for the tattoo is complete I show her it in the mirror. She seems really happy with how it looks. I'm not surprised, my customers are always happy when they leave here. She's so happy that she jumps in my arms, hugging me.

  "Thanks, Ink. That's going to be perfect."

  I look down at her in my arms, my cock jumping to attention. She feels it against her flat stomach, biting down on her bottom lip.

  "You know, I could thank you for it."

  "What do you mean babe?"

  She trails a finger down my tattooed arm. "How about I let you use me however you want. Right here. No strings?"

  Fuck!

  My grip on her loosens. I take a step back. "I dunno, babe."

  She steps closer. "Come on Ink. Just a little fun. You can do the tattoo when we're done. I promise I won't be all clingy afterwards. It's just sex for the fun of it."

  She gets down on her knees, reaching for my belt. I grab onto her hand, stopping her movements. She looks up at me in confusion. She's sexy as hell. "No strings. Just some fun, then I'm gone."

  I don't let myself think anymore. I let her hand go, and she gets to work. My head falls back as she takes me in her mouth. Her tongue works wonders on my tip, working around my piercings. She moans as she bites on them. "I love these."

  When I've had enough I pull her up, take out a condom from my pocket and sheathe myself. I bend Emma forward over the table where she was just sitting, sliding right in to her ready pussy from behind. We both groan loudly. I pump harder, trying to find my release. The metal table starts to make squeaking noises under us, so I lift her and walk us over to the nearest wall. I push her back against the cold wall, slide right back inside and fuck her harder, and harder. We're both still fully clothed, me in my shirt with my jeans pulled down below my ass and Emma still with her dress held up around her bust and now up around her waist, her skimpy knickers pulled to the side.

  Her legs tighten their grip around me as her climax nears. I feel mine coming on too. I take a tighter hold of her waist as I bury myself balls deep, letting my piercing hit her magic spot until she comes, her walls clamping around me. Milking me for all I've got.

  She smiles as I withdraw my now drained cock, putting her underwear back in place.

  "That was great!" She licks her lips in satisfaction. "Hard and fast, just how I like it." She smirks at me. "Now let's get on with this tattoo!"

  I can't believe I just did that. I feel like I've betrayed Elle, yet neither of us ever made a commitment or any promises to each other. Yes, the sex was great, but it missed the spark of that something extra when I'm with Elle. I'm going to have to come clean with her. For the next few hours while I concentrate on Emma's tattoo my mind is torn. Do I tell Elle or do I just forget about it.

  Emma is an ideal client; she's handling the pain really well. I think she senses my guilt though as at one point she looks back at me. "Ink, it's okay. It was a one off, an itch I needed to scratch. I'm not going to try and come between you and whoever you're stressing over right now." She gives me a gentle smile. This chick is a class act.

  When it's finished the dragon looks great on Emma's back, she's delighted with the end result. I book a follow up appointment to add some elements of color for her in a few weeks when it's settled. I'm such a pussy I actually consider switching her over to one of the other guys for that appointment.

  I'm done for the day and shut up shop, everyone else has already gone. As I climb on my bike I wonder how the hell I'm going to tell Elle I just fucked up - big time.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Satan

  Severed MC has to be the most boring fucking MC in the history of MC's. I've been watching the compound for a few days now and nothing happens. I'm guessing they're on lockdown; I haven't seen any of the whores going in and out, come to think of it I haven't seen any bitches at all yet. All I've seen is these ugly fuckers ride in and out on their pussy excuses for bikes.

  My little rat is running scared; perhaps I'll have to pay a visit to baby sister to give them an incentive to give me some decent fucking information. I already know Angel has Eve tucked away safely in the clubhouse, I need to know when she's stepping foot outside so I can get hold of her. Lockdown doesn't seem to stop these Severed bitches having their little jaunts, it can't be too much longer now before they go stir crazy and head on out. I'll be ready for them when they do.

  I pull my blade from my boot, and start to sharpen it while I watch the back yard of the compound. The action calms me, the monotonous swipe of the sharpener as it hones the blade. It's a sweet sound, not quite as sweet as Eve's whimper will be as I draw the tip of the blade against her throat though. Just thinking about Eve begging for her life has me hard. I like using my knife on bitches, teasing them as I cut oh so gently into their flesh, barely scratching the surface, just enough for droplets of blood to appear. For me that's foreplay. Nothing gets me as hard as drawing my blade against the skin of a naked woman. Holding the knife against their pretty little neck as I thrust into them from behind. I don't want to see their face, I never want to see their faces - but I'll make an exception for Eve.

  When I've come, deep inside of them, I flip them over, carving my mark into their belly. I mark my property, even if I'm only going to take it that one time. If they've pleased me, they'll live to see another day, if they haven't, well then I fuck them with my knife. I watch the blood draining out of them, mixing with my semen. Then, like the used trash they are, I get a prospect to dispose of them. I want more than that with Eve. I want to take Eve every way possib
le, I want to mark each inch of that white skin with my brand. I want to fuck her till she pleads for me to kill her, but most of all, I want to hear her scream for Angel while I do it and have the fucker watch!

  Just thinking about what I want to do has my cock straining so hard against my jeans, it's almost painful. I reach down and release my cock, tracing the blunt edge of the blade slowly up and down my throbbing erection. That excites me even more. I fist my cock, fucking my hand, it's Eve's defeated, tear stained face I see as I spurt my release all over the ground in front of me. If just thinking about what I'm going to do to her gives me an orgasm I can't wait to see how it feels when it's for real!

  There's movement in the back of the compound. There's a child running towards the swings, a couple of biker's following behind, scanning the area. They're armed; I can see the holsters under their cuts. Stupid fuckers, I could take one of them out from here with my knife, I'm so close and they've no idea I'm here.

  I turn my attention to the child. It's Eve's brat. Torturing her would be sweet, especially if mummy was watching. I'll settle for killing Eve for now, if I get the brat as well, it's a bonus.

  That said, if I don't take the brat now, it will be all the sweeter later when I do come back for her. I can wait. Contrary to belief, I'm a patient man. I'll bide my time and wait until she's older, old enough for me to be her first...

  And her last.

  I can wait long enough for Angel to have grown attached to her. I get to hurt the bastard twice that way.

  I turn my attention back to my blade, resuming the sharpening. I can't hear what's being said down there, just the murmur of voices and the high pitched sound of the brat's laughter. I can wait. Sometime Eve is going to leave that compound, and when she does, she'll be running straight into my arms.

  ***

  Angel

  Elizabeth is bored of playing indoors. She can see the swing set and the sandpit from the window. We had it built for the members kids when we have our get-togethers. Elizabeth's looking at them with such longing I give in. We've got guards stationed around the compound and the play area is close to the clubhouse. I call Disney and Ice over to help me keep an eye on her. Cowboy's Elizabeth's favorite but he's off running errands for Prez right now, and Ink is working.

  "Princess." I call over to her. She instantly recognizes my pet name for her and turns to me, her beaming smile warming my heart. This little girl has really taken to me, and I've fallen head over heels for her, that's for sure.

  She's been standing on her tip toes to see out of the window, so she's carefully getting down from the high bench seat, coming down backwards, her tiny feet searching for the ground beneath her. I'm sure she won't fall, but I'm such a pussy where she's concerned I rush over and grab her up, twisting her round and planting tiny kisses along her forehead. She breaks out into that giggle of hers, a few heads turn to see where it's coming from, and every one of these tough ass bikers breaks out in a smile when they see it's her.

  "You want to play outside, princess?" I've hardly finished the sentence before she squeals her reply, right in my goddamn ear - almost deafening me. I gently let her down and she grabs hold of my hand and Disney's, walking between us, trying desperately to get us to swing her between us. Ice and a couple of other brothers follow us out, they've all fallen for my princess and they want to watch over her. Or maybe they want the fresh air too.

  I count to three and she squeals even louder as Disney and I pull her up in a swinging motion. By the time we've reached the back door of the clubhouse my arm feels like it's about to be pulled out of the socket. From the look of Disney he's feeling it too.

  Elizabeth releases both of our hands as soon as we get outside. She rushes over to the play area, and then comes to a sudden halt. Her head turns one way, then the other. I'm confused until I realize she's just trying to decide which piece of play equipment to try out first.

  She opts for the swing. Disney perches on one of the picnic tables, watching me push her higher and higher. He smiles as her squeals of joy get louder the higher she goes. She soon tires of the swings, then the slide and sandpit, before moving over to the roundabout and asking me to join her. That means Disney has to get up and push us. Elizabeth chooses not to sit on her own but crawls into my lap and snuggles close, shouting at Disney to push us round faster each time we come back round to where he's standing.

  Her little cheeks are red from all the excitement and running she's been doing/ I know she'll fight it but her eyes are starting to show she's tired. She's so little she still needs an afternoon nap. Eve will give me hell if I don't put her down soon. She's got a bit of Eve's temper in her and she can be a right little diva when she's overtired.

  Disney stops pushing at my unspoken signal, slowing the roundabout down. Before it's totally finished turning, I grab Elizabeth tightly and launch us off it. Another squeal. I need to start wearing ear defenders around this kid!

  As I cradle her close, heading back to our room she squeezes me tightly. "Angel my new Daddy?"

  Shit. I'm not sure how to respond to that. It's a conversation Eve and I still need to have.

  "Not yet, Princess." I try to be diplomatic for her little ears. "But I'd like to be one day, when you and your mummy are ready."

  She thinks about it a little, and then smiles before reaching up and planting a wet kiss on my cheek. She snuggles closer; I can see her eyes closing before we've even reached the end of the hallway.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Diane

  I'm getting a new tattoo today; I'm really looking forward to it, as with all my tattoos I've gone for something that means something to me. I'm having a design I put together myself, it's a phoenix rising from the ashes into the sun on my right arm and some script on the back of my shoulder.

  Ink hasn't been himself the past few days and I'm going to find out why while we're in the tattoo room together. I like the girl he brought back from England with him. Elle seems like a good match for him, Eve loves her which is a good sign for me, but part of me worries that Elle is too good for this life. Ink has demons he never shares, and because of that he never stays with a girl long. If I didn't know better I'd say he feels like he doesn't deserve to be happy with a woman. He's a great guy, and it saddens me when I see him hang around with the club whores. He needs an old lady to settle him down, to silence any demons he thinks he has. I'm going to see what I can do to make that happen for him.

  Ink shows me the template on my arm and I love it. This is going to be one cool looking tattoo. The color's I've chosen are vibrant and celebrate life.

  "I love it, what do you think?" I ask him. He's been more withdrawn than usual today; I'm struggling to get anything out of him.

  "It's a cool design, Dragon will love it." He replies.

  "Fuck Dragon." I laugh. "I'm getting it done for me, not him. If he likes it then cool, if he doesn't then he'll just have to live with it." I may love my husband but I'm still my own person, old lady or not.

  Ink finally cracks a smile at that. "Bet you don't say that to his face." He smirks. He knows me too well. I don't answer Dragon back, much. I save it for the times I know it will provoke a reaction, and that's in the bedroom. I'm momentarily distracted from talking to Ink with thoughts of cuffs, whips and spreader bars but I snap myself back to the present.

  "Tell me about Elle? She seems pretty cool." As soon as I mention Elle's name his face shows guilt. What's the stupid fuck done now? He says nothing, pretending to concentrate on working the needle on my skin.

  "Ink, what the fuck was that look about? What have you done now you crazy biker?"

  He pauses, wiping away the excess ink with a cloth, refusing to look me in the eye whilst he does it.

  "Ink." I'm much more forceful this time.

  "Diane, I fucked up. I think I fucked up big time." His face falls.

  "Oh Ink, what have you done? I'm sure we can fix it sweetie." I reach over with the arm he isn't tattooing and gently pat him on the back. "C
ome on; tell me all about it and I'll see what we can do."

  The truth comes out slowly. He's hesitating to tell me, but I can sense it involves another woman.

  "This chick came in for a tattoo the other day, real cool chick. Had a history behind her tattoo, and we got to talking about it. She was a looker, and easy to talk to. She came onto me, not like with the club whores, she was classy with it. She said no strings, she was just after sex. I'm a guy, Diane. What could I do?" He pauses, crestfallen. "It's not like me and Elle are going anywhere, we both know we're just enjoying the sex whilst it lasts, so it wasn't like I was cheating. We've never said we were going steady or anything." He pauses again. I think he's trying to convince himself of the truth of his words rather than me. Stupid man can't see what's happening right in front of his face. Elle really could be into him if he gave her the chance.