WRECKED: The Beasts MC

by April Lust

  “Thanks, Pop,” I said.

  “Boy, don’t you…”

  I hung up the phone before he could finish, laughing as I got up and walked away. He hit the glass between the booths, and I heard the guard call out his name.

  I walked out of the prison and headed back to the clubhouse with a lot to think about. I had to start considering Nora. And it hit me that maybe she seemed like she was trying to pull a fast one on me because she didn’t want to start working on the baby yet.

  I couldn’t treat her like one of the little club girls I used and threw away after sex. That thought made me wonder if there was room in our arrangement for club girls. Since I was going to have to treat Nora with some respect, was there room for meaningless sex with the chicks hanging around the clubhouse?

  I laughed at myself. Of course there wasn’t room. And being respectful toward her didn’t automatically mean I couldn’t fuck the shit out of her from time to time.

  But I had to treat her like the person she was. She was worthy of my respect for her attitude alone. She was a ball-buster unlike any girl that I had met before.

  I found myself sitting outside the clubhouse as I thought about Nora. I wasn’t willing to give up control in the bedroom, but I figured I might have been willing to give her an actual chance. If I was keeping her, and I expected her to give me a child, I had to treat her differently, like Alan had suggested.

  I killed the engine to the bike and got off slowly. Walking back into the clubhouse felt strange after thinking about Nora the way I had been. All the club girls hanging around seemed so pointless now. I had felt a hint of that the other night, when I stumbled upstairs drunk and used one of them for support before running her stupid ass off.

  Nora was definitely not one of them, and I needed to stop treating her like she was. Otherwise, I risked losing her and the MC.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Nora

  “I say take it while you can,” Alice said, sitting across the table from me on one of her visits, which were becoming surprisingly frequent. I didn’t mind that she was coming to see me more often. It seemed strange, though, as if I was suddenly in and she had a duty to perform to make sure I felt included or something.

  It really felt like she was trying to guide my impressions of what was happening. It was like she was trying to make sure I kept with the program instead of dropping it because I didn’t want to be taken advantage of.

  “What do you mean take it while I can?” I asked her.

  She shrugged. “You never know when a good thing like this will go south on you. Everything with the Reapers is political, at least right now, so watch yourself. If having you around ever stops being beneficial to Mark, you won’t be around anymore,” she said. Her tone was almost condescending.

  I sensed there was some jealousy over my being chosen by the president of the club. But she had her own member, and her boyfriend was Mark’s right-hand man. So it wasn’t like she was dating a prospect. He was somebody in the MC.

  “But I don’t know how good the situation really is,” I told her.

  “Well, you said he paid you two hundred for it, right? Cash? Dropped it on the table and left? That’s a pretty good wad of cash for only a few minutes of sex.” She laughed. “Hell, there have been times when I wished Ozzy would do something like that – hit it for a few minutes, finish quickly, drop off a wad of cash, and hit the road.”

  I was thankful she spared me any other details.

  “It was rough and impersonal, and really, I had tried to keep it from happening,” I confided in her.

  “Wait, you said no?” She sat upright in her chair all of a sudden, abandoning her relaxed posture. She leaned forward a little, hands on the table. Her eyes were bright and alert.

  “Not exactly. I tried to give him head instead of letting him fuck me.” I knew it would have made more sense if I had been able to tell her why I didn’t want to sleep with him – because of the whole baby deal – but there were some details even Alice didn’t need to know.

  “Well, you should know by now these guys are going to take what they want when they want it,” she said. “The best you can do is to tell him no. If you tell him no and he still does it, I can talk to Ozzy, but if you try to let it happen a different way instead of giving it to him the way he wants, you have to take what you get.”

  “I certainly got it last night. He pulled me up and turned me around, and he pushed me down on the couch and let me have it.”

  “Right there on that couch,” Alice said, pointing at the couch in my living room.

  “That’s the one. We were even mostly clothed. It was so impersonal and informal, as far as sex goes, you know?”

  She chuckled. “Informal, I get it. So you’re saying it was rushed.” She shrugged. “I’m sorry, Nora, I don’t see the problem.”

  I groaned and looked up at the ceiling. “Why am I even bothering?”

  “You should be used to it, with Ryan,” she suggested.

  “But Ryan was at least into it. At least at first. He thought he was rocking my world and really doing something in the bedroom. Now I’ve got a guy that wants to put some energy into it and actually do something, but he’s not putting himself into it, if that makes any sense.”

  She got that look that schoolgirls would get on the playground when another girl would say a bad word or admit something that was supposed to be a secret. Her mouth and eyes were wide with shock, and she pointed at me.

  “You want him to feel something,” she said. “You want him to make love to you.”

  “No, I don’t mean like making love, but it would be nice if he were actually present,” I explained.

  “That was only the first time,” she said. “Give him some time. I’m sure he’ll come around.”

  As if on cue, we heard a motorcycle pulling into the parking lot of the complex.

  “And that’s Ozzy right there. I guess it’s time for me to hit the road.” She winked as she got up from the table to leave.

  “Look, don’t you breathe a word of this to Ozzy, okay?” I said in a warning tone as she started to leave.

  “Don’t worry, girl. My lips are sealed. Some things are confidential, you know.” She hugged me at the door and went down to where Ozzy was waiting for her on his motorcycle. He waved up at me as she descended the stairs and climbed onto the back of the bike. I nodded back down to him and walked back inside.

  # # #

  She had been right about giving Mark time. Over the next few days, he came by several times for sex. It was rough, fast, hard sex. He started me off with more of what I’d experienced with him the first time. We moved from the couch to the bedroom, so that was a step up, I felt.

  “Call me sir,” he’d said outright at one point, after instructing me to undress for him.

  “Yes, sir.” It was always yes, sir. He never asked or told me anything during sex for which no, sir would have been an acceptable answer.

  “Touch yourself,” he’d told me when I undressed for him. It was the first time I had shown him my body, and I saw approval in the hunger in his eyes and bulge in his pants.

  “Yes, sir,” I said dutifully as I ran my hands up and down along my body. I grabbed my breasts for him and squeezed them. Even though it was with my own hands, it still thrilled me. I could feel the desire in the way he stared at me.

  I did as I was told, and there was something satisfying about knowing that I pleased him. The more we were together, the more present he became in bed with me, whether he was bending me over and pulling my hair while he punished my insides from behind or putting my feet over his shoulders to spread me open on my back.

  It became a routine. He would stop by in the evenings. Dinner wasn’t required, but I would sometimes cook and sometimes he’d bring take out. That was a nice change for me.

  We would have sex, either immediately or after eating. It started as ass-smacking and hair-pulling, and grew from there.

  “You’re a dirty little bi
tch, aren’t you?” he’d ask as he held my head down on his shaft, and I would have to nod, because he’d told me, “It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full, baby doll.”

  Then there were fabric cuffs secured by Velcro. I would be on my knees in front of him with my hands secured behind my back or cuffed to the headboard. He put under-mattress straps on my bed to allow us a variety of positions where I could be strapped down and exposed to him.

  Then something different happened one day. Something completely new to me.

  Mark came in, and I had dimmed the lights already. I wore lingerie that he had bought me, and I had the cuffs on the bed already. The blindfold we had used a few times was within reach. He hadn’t said anything about dinner, so I didn’t have anything prepared. I felt a pang of regret when I saw him walk through the door with empty hands, but he didn’t seem to notice that we hadn’t eaten.

  Instead, he took me by the neck. His touch always felt commanding but not violent. Something in the way he did things made me feel like I didn’t have to worry about violence with him. He wasn’t going to hit me or try to inflict any serious harm. There was a difference between hurtful pain and sexual pain. He had taught me that pretty early on.

  “Come with me, little one,” he said, pulling me into the bedroom.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Don’t talk,” he snapped. “Get on the bed.”

  I climbed onto the bed as I was told. I already knew the drill. I faced the headboard, on my knees unless told otherwise. I wasn’t wearing any panties with my lace lingerie. He’d already told me that unless he specifically requested it, I wasn’t to wear underwear for his visits.

  “You belong to me, you understand?” he growled.

  I nodded, but a hand came down across my ass, jarring me. I cried out in surprise, though I probably should have expected it.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes, sir, I understand,” I told him. I knew I hadn’t done anything, but it didn’t matter. Roleplaying was sometimes part of it, and often I was in trouble. I needed to be taught a lesson. I was starting to like the way he taught me lessons because even though there was little emotional connection between us during sex, we couldn’t have been a better physical match. His touch alone did more for me than a year’s worth of sex with my ex.

  I heard him undoing his belt and dropping his pants behind me. This much was normal. He often took me from behind. It was his favorite position, and I liked it because of the way he filled me. He spread me with his fingers, sliding them in and out of me first, feeling how wet I was for him.

  When Mark touched me, my body responded immediately. I knew what was coming on a primal level, instinctively preparing for him as soon as he started.

  “I’ve got to teach you a lesson,” he said. “You’re going to learn what it means to be owned tonight.” He slid into me, filling me completely with his hard, throbbing cock. I gripped the headboard and moaned in appreciation.

  My muscles tightened around him, squeezing him as I took him in. He thrust into me and pulled out, sliding back and forth rhythmically. He wasn’t pounding me as he had before. He took his time and made sure I enjoyed it.

  “Is that good, baby?” he asked. “Is that how you like it?”

  “Yes, sir,” I breathed, panting as his rhythm took my breath away. Pleasure grew inside of me with each deep thrust, making it harder and harder to focus on breathing. I wanted to focus on how good he felt inside me, but pleasure threatened to take me into oblivion.

  “I’m going to come,” he said, warning me as he took more measured strokes, pushing deep in and holding there until I felt his warmth filling me, spreading out all around him inside of me. He grunted above me and shoved himself into me hard, pumping me full of him.

  I braced myself against the headboard and cried out as his hips rammed into mine.

  “I’m so close,” I called out.

  “How close are you?”

  “I’m right there,” I told him. “Don’t stop. I’m about to come.”

  He pulled out of me and backed away just as I was about to topple over the edge. The empty feeling of being robbed of my orgasm consumed me. I felt as if my body were imploding.

  “No,” I cried out. “I was so close.”

  He leaned down over me again. “I control you,” he said into my ear, his voice commanding and authoritative. “I tell you when you can and cannot come. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, nodding. My body hurt from being denied the pleasure of my ecstasy.

  “Good. Now, if you ask nicely, I might let you finish,” he said.

  “Please, sir, can I come for you?” I asked him, as politely as I could. In my head, I was screaming at him to finish the job.

  He grabbed my hair and gently pulled my head back, kissing me. It was a real kiss, passionate and deep. It wasn’t hungry and demanding like his kisses normally were. And while our lips and tongues met, his fingers gently parted me again, running up to my clitoris and back down to my opening as he felt my sex, swollen with desire.

  He ran the tip of his finger back and forth across my clit, immediately taking me right back to where I had been before, restoring my position at the edge of ecstasy.

  And then he took me over. I moaned into his mouth as my body shook. My muscles tightened and tried to clench him even though he was no longer inside me. I gasped when he released the back of my head and let me go. I pulled away from his mouth and panted as my pleasure rocked through my body harder than it ever had before.

  Taking his hand away from me, he let me fall into the sheets. He sat for a few minutes and brushed my hair back from my face, staring down into my eyes.

  “You did really well, tonight,” he said. “But I want you to remember, I own you, and I can do whatever I want with you. I can even control your release.”

  “If you do like you did tonight, you can control whatever you want,” I told him with a stupefied grin on my face.

  When it was all over, he did as he always did. He got up, pulled his pants back on, and left a wad of cash on the table next to my bed. Instead of hurrying out the door, he had begun allowing me to walk him out. I saw him to the door and watched as he walked down the parking lot, as I would have done with anyone.

  I went back into the bedroom and grabbed the cash. He’d given me five hundred dollars that time. Maybe Alice had been right about not looking a gift horse in the mouth. He gave me money every time, and it varied depending on what we did. I had even opened a bank account with the money he’d given me, so I had my own card to use when I wanted lingerie or new decorations for the apartment.

  We may not have been in love, but it was turning out to be a pretty good deal.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Mark

  “Ryan stopped by. I think he’s staying somewhere in town,” I mentioned one afternoon to gauge Nora’s reaction.

  She nodded nonchalantly but didn’t say anything. It looked like she was trying to brush the information off. She hadn’t so much as mentioned him since all this started, and I was beginning to wonder how she really felt about everything. I knew they went way back; she was already in the picture when the MC started doing business with him.

  “That’s good,” she finally said. “I hope things are working out.”

  Her thoughtful tone contradicted her expression. I couldn’t tell if it was because she missed him or was still mad at him. I really hoped it wasn’t the former. For some reason, the thought of her missing Ryan really bothered me. I hadn’t expected that reaction from myself.

  Our relationship was strictly business, probably more so than her relationship with Ryan had been. But, still, there was a small amount of jealousy there. Nora was mine.

  “He hasn’t been by?” I asked, trying to sound like I was curious instead of like I was checking up on her.

  “Nope,” she said, shaking her head and sounding indifferent.

  I wondered if I hadn’t sewn this indifference into our arrangement by
the way I had been treating her. Sex between us had taken precedence over everything else for the last several weeks. I would come over and we would fuck, and I would go. I had tried to slow down a little, taking more time to sit with her afterward, to perform a little bit of aftercare by gently rubbing her arms and back or by running a hand over her hair.

  I had come to look forward to our afternoons and evenings. Being with her was nothing like being with the club girls. I usually tossed them back once we were finished, keeping very few repeat offenders, as I called them. By keeping Nora around, I felt like we had given each other more freedom together.

  She allowed me to be myself, and by continuing our arrangement, I was able to explore my desires with her, to figure out what worked best for both of us. I had tried things with her that I hadn’t tried with other girls, things I couldn’t have tried with other girls. And despite her almost professional demeanor regarding the whole thing, I felt like she responded better the further along we went.