The Outlaw Biker's Betrayal: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Sienna Wiliiams

  “I am!” Clint’s dad bellowed as he walked out onto the deck. “Clint, how was your day?”

  “Good. Can’t wait to be done and out of that school next month. So sick of high school.” Clint reached for a steak.

  “Dante, you decide what you are doing next year?” Samuel asked.

  “Yeah, just going to go to community college to take a few business classes. My dad wants me to work with him. He says I need a little school learning, but since I am going to take over the company I should just work for him and learn the ropes. Better to learn in the real world than fill my head with theories I will never use.” Dante had known since he was ten he was destine to take over his father’s construction empire.

  “He is a smart man. College is good for some people but your dad’s business is so expansive you aren’t going to learn the right stuff in school. Better to just work for him.” Samuel sat and took a sip of wine, “Nice choice, honey!”

  Stephania smiled. She had chosen a couple of bottles she and Samuel had picked up on their honeymoon in the south of France. “Brings back good memories,” she smiled at her husband and unconsciously rubbed the spot on her ass where he had bit her during an impromptu fuck in the vineyard the wine was sourced from. Samuel gave her a half-smile at their secret exchange.

  Stephania sat down with the three men. Samuel raised his glass, “Cheers!”

  The four toasted and set in to passing the side dishes around the table.

  “Yum! I love the beets!” Dante dug into the beet salad with fresh goat cheese.

  “Glad you like it. I always enjoy a good beet.” Stephania laughed. Samuel shot her a glance. He understood her double entendre but was not comfortable with her playing this fast and loose with their little secret in front of the boys.

  “So, I have to go out of town on business this weekend. It was a surprise to me today. My client has some international crises and they want me to fly to England to consult on how to deal with five million defective units that could be bad for them.” Samuel dug into his steak. “Sorry I am going to miss seeing Halle.”

  “You have another date?” Stephania looked at Clint. “This makes three, right?” She raised her eyebrows at her stepson.

  “Yeah, we were going to a beach bonfire with a bunch of friends. End of the year thing.” Clint brushed off the inquiry and implication that this would be a date he and Halle would have sex.

  “Have a s’more for me,” Samuel smiled at his son. “She’s cute. I hope it goes well.”

  “She’s okay,” Dante interjected, “But she is so tiny. I would worry about breaking her with a handshake.”

  Clint cut his eyes at his friend.

  “You would be surprised Dante. Even the smallest of girls can be quite resilient.” Stephania shot a big smile at him. “When I was younger, I was a tiny little thing. Never had a problem with a man breaking me,” she quietly laughed at this. “Even Sam, at his full six-five self, doesn’t hurt me.”

  Samuel glared at his new wife. He had loved her openness and flirtiness when they were dating. However, he did not approve of this when she spoke to his son.

  “So, Dante, who are you dating,” Samuel tried to redirect the attention from his own son.

  “No one right now, sir.” Dante took another bite of his steak and washed it down with the wine.

  “I am sure you will find a nice girl soon. Just be careful. Once you graduate girls will start wanting to marry you for your money. I learned that the hard way. When I came into my inheritance at twenty-one, girls started throwing themselves at me. Many were beautiful and they were all willing to do things for me but all they wanted was my money.” Samuel cautioned.

  “Not me! I liked you for that sexy body and your big brain.” She smiled at her new husband and squeezed his knee under the table. “And Clint is a chip of the ol’ block.”

  Clint smiled then stared at the chard on his plate.

  Samuel leaned over and kissed his wife. “You were quite a catch yourself.” He returned her squeeze under the table.

  Chapter Two

  “Clint, Halle is here,” Stephania shouted from the foyer.

  Clint flew down the stairs. The last thing he wanted is his new stepmother over-sharing information with his date. “I will be back late. We will be down by the pier for the bonfire.” Clint grabbed his keys from the bowl on the table next to the door. He wrapped his arm around his date and ushered her out to the driveway.

  “So, how is the new stepmom working out?” Halle asked.

  “Fine, I guess.” Clint clicked the key fob and opened the door to the new Explorer in the driveway. This had been his early graduation gift. The two climbed in and headed out for the beach.

  As they drove down the freeway Halle rested her hand on Clint’s thigh. “So, we just hanging at the bonfire tonight?” her hand slowly ran up Clint’s thigh.

  “Don’t know. What were you thinking,” he asked. He didn’t want to appear to pressure Halle into sex, but he hadn’t been laid since he broke up with Lana three months ago.

  “I don’t know. I was thinking we might take advantage of this big back seat and the blankets we got for the beach.” Her hand reached his cock tucked into his pant leg. She squeezed gently.

  “We may just have to do that.” Clint smiled and turned up the radio.

  They reached the pier and parked. They saw their cluster of friends already milling about a giant pile of wood on the beach. Clint grabbed the blankets out of the back and a canvas picnic bag containing two bottles of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Coke. “Got our supplies,” he raised the bag and he and Halle headed toward the group.

  When they arrived, the group cheered, “Now the party can start!” David shouted.

  The bonfire sprung to life. Clint cracked out his stash and added it to the significant amount of alcohol already in the cooler with ice. “Want one?” he nodded at Halle.

  “Make mine a big one!” she shouted and wrapped her arms around another girl sitting next to her. “Bring Shannon one too!”

  Clint came back with three red Solo cups filled with ice, coke, but mostly Jack. The three friends toasted and set in on getting hammered for the night.

  * * * * *

  “Want to head out?” Clint asked Halle.

  She looked at him. Her eyes were glassy and red. “What?”

  “Want to head back to the car?” He tried to make his inflection indicate he was thinking about their conversation on the way to the beach.

  “You go. Imma gonna sleep here,” Halle patted the sand and lay down.

  “You’re drunk. Come on, I will take you home.” Clint said as he tried to raise her to a sitting position.

  “Imma drunk and stoned” Halle corrected with a laugh. “I wanna sleep here!” Halle slumped in his arms. “Jackie will take me home in the morning. You love me Jackie, right!” Halle bellowed in the general direction of another girl making out with some guy out of range of the light of the dying bonfire.

  “At least let me get you home,” Clint began to get concerned.

  “Imma tired. Shhhhhh!” Halle pressed her finger to her lips. Her body then lurched forward and she threw up what appeared to be her own body weight on the beach.

  “You okay?” Clint asked as he handed her the edge of a beach towel.

  “Mmmmm… better.” Halle passed out on the blanket.

  Clint walked over to Jackie, stood over her and her date, and cleared his throat. “Um, sorry to interrupt. Can you take Halle home in the morning? I think she is staying here tonight.”

  Jackie broke from her make-out session, “Sure, sure. Just go. I got her,” she waved Clint away and returned to sucking her date’s cock.

  Clint returned to Jackie. She was snoring heavily on a blanket. He picked up the other blanket he brought, covered her, and headed for his car.

  * * * * *

  Clint pulled into the driveway. A few low lights were on in the living room and the blue glow of the television flickered in the window.
He turned the key in the latch quietly and entered. He took off his shoes in the foyer and tried to tip-toe up the stairs.

  “That you Clint?” Stephania’s voice was soft from the living room.

  “Yeah. Going to bed.” He began to climb the stairs.

  “How was your date?” she asked.

  “Fine. Just hung with friends at the beach.” Clint just wanted to go to bed.

  Stephania padded into the grand dining room. She was wearing a thin black chemise with a lace inset in the back. It barely made it to the top of her thighs. Her long hair trailed over her shoulders and onto her breasts. “Get any?” she smiled at him.

  Clint shook his head and tried to look away. He turned to go up the stairs.

  “If you want a little inspiration for your alone time tonight, I downloaded a few movies. Feel free to check them out. I have them for 24 hour rentals.” She smiled and raised the glass of whiskey in her hand. She turned and walked back to the living room.

  Clint ascended the stairs and closed his bedroom door. He was conflicted as to what to do next. He had planned on just coming home and jerking off to thoughts of Halle, but being intercepted by his stepmom made him feel awkward about doing that when she knew that is what he was up too.

  He undressed and crawled into bed. He clicked through the options on his television. Netflix, HBO, Showtime, YouTube… nothing was grabbing his attention. The movie button on the television was lit up with “3” indicating there were three new movies to watch. Oh what the hell he thought and decided to see what Stephania had been entertaining herself with for the night.

  When the titles appeared, he had to read them twice. His options appeared to be “Bad MILFs,” “Indiana Bones and the Temple of Dommes,” and “Mommie Dommest.”

  “What the fuck?” he actually said out loud. He clicked on the first title. The description came up, “Bad MILFs: Four bad MILFs work together to seduce the seniors at Jack M High. Featuring Annie Anal in her first girl-girl scene and the expert deep throat work of Isabella Bonjour.” Clint smirked at the description.

  The second title offered, “Indiana Bones and the Temple of Dommes: Indie meets his match during an excavation of an Amazonian village. He faces six of the roughest Amazonian Dommes who try and destroy him through all varieties of exquisite tortures.” Clint couldn’t even imagine how that could be sexy.

  The pun in the third title missed him entirely. Its description read, “Mommie Dommest: Follow the adventures of Jaqueline Love as the evil stepmother as she puts her poor son Chris through his paces to earn his place in her heart.”

  Feeling lazy, Clint cliqued on Mommie Dommest just so he wouldn’t have to scroll up. The film was shot to look like a Technicolor movie, which irked Clint who was used to the high resolution porn he secretly downloaded on his iPad. The plot took forever to set up. Clint fast forwarded trying to find the sex scenes. With his free hand, he started to stroke himself under the covers. He hit play when he saw the actress walking next to the pool.

  The actress was a tall brunette wearing big sunglasses and a 1960s style bikini. Her “son” in the film was lying by the pool. She walked out, took off her top and asked him to rub sun block on her. Clint began to stroke himself faster when she finally showed her breasts.

  The son in the porn refused to rub lotion on his mother. The actress scolded him, and then made him bend over her knee. She pulled down the guy’s pants and delivers a sound spanking. Chris slowed his strokes.

  Then the male actor stood up and sported a raging hard-on. The female actress began to suck his cock and pull on his balls. Clint found himself nodding in approval at the blowjob and re-upped his self stimulation.

  The actress then instructs her son to grab the post of the gazebo by the pool. She uses the tie of her robe to bind his hands to the post. Once bound, she begins to jerk him off and finger his ass. Clint closed and eyes and pictured Stephania on her knees sucking his cock. He pictured her big breasts bouncing as she worked him into a frenzy.

  He heard the click of his door opening and froze. His eyes shot open. Stephania was standing in his doorway, still wearing the black chemise but now covered in an open kimono. “So, find anything interesting to watch?” She glanced at his television, now running images of the female actress fingering the male actor’s ass.

  Clint removed his hands from under the covers and pulled a pillow over his lap. “Um” he stuttered and looked at his stepmother.

  Stephania walked over to his bed and sat down. Clint sat motionless. The video continued to run. “I see how you look at me,” she smiled coyly. “I know you have had thoughts about me. You and Dante both.” She began to run her fingers up and down Clint’s legs over the covers.

  Clint continued to sit motionless in silence.

  “Don’t worry. I want you too. Your father is good, but you are a young buck and I want to see what you can do.” Her fingers reached the top of Clint’s thigh. “It will be just between us. No worries. I love Samuel, but he and I have an agreement. He can have the women he wants when he travels as long as I can have the men I want when he travels.”

  Clint’s eyes grew wide, ”What?”

  “Don’t play stupid with me. You know these modern relationships. Monogamy is for your grandparent’s generation. Nobody does that anymore. Your dad and I just are open about it. He is going to sleep around when he travels and I want the same freedom. No need to jeopardize our marriage for a few indiscretions.” She concentrated on stroking the tops of Clint’s thighs.

  “Yeah… but, you’re my stepmom.” Clint stammered.

  “Technically, yes. But we both know I am closer to your age than your dad’s. I married him when you were legally an adult, so I don’t really think of you as a son so much as a close family friend.” Her fingers stroked his neck and worked their way into his hair. “You have to admit, you don’t think of me as a mother.”

  Clint nodded. This was true. He could never bring himself to think of her as a mother figure. Even without the attraction, just the fact that she was only ten years older and had never been there for formative years ruled her out as a mother figure.

  “You want this, don’t you?” Stephania pushed aside the pillow covering Clint’s lap. The hard-on tenting out his covers answered for him. She rubbed the top of his cock through the blanket.

  “You want me to show you what I really like?” she asked.

  Clint nodded and lay back on his pillows. He was really hoping for a blow job.

  “Then be a good boy and stand up.” Stephania stood up next to his bed and indicated where he was to stand.

  Clint lifted the covers and stood before her. “Good boy,” she smiled and stroked his chest. “I can work with this.” She ran her hand over his chest, down his abdomen and then around to his ass. “Close your eyes.”

  Clint closed his eyes. When he felt a blindfold being pulled over them his eyes shot open. “Wait,” he said.

  “You want to stop?” Stephania asked.

  “No. But what…” his voice trailed off.

  “You said you wanted to see what I liked to do.” She said as she tightened the tie on the blindfold. “Put your hands behind your back.”

  Clint did as told, not knowing what else to do or what was coming. Stephania removed the tie from her robe and bound his hands together. “There, that will do,” she said as she gently slapped his ass. “Now tell me, what does a handsome young man like you fantasize about?”

  Clint stuttered, “I don’t know. Everything.”

  “Everything. Really?” Stephania circled him, trailing her fingers across his body. “Do you fantasize about me tying you up?”

  “No. No.” Clint blurted out.

  “Do you fantasize about me blindfolding you?”

  “No,” this one came out less forced and fearful.

  “Do you fantasize about me touching you?” Her fingers ran down his treasure trail and dangerously close to his hard cock.

  “Yes,” he said softly.

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p; “And do you fantasize about your cock in my mouth?” her finger gently rubbed the head of his cock.

  “Yes,” Clint smiled.

  “And do you fantasize about fucking me?” Stephania grasped his hard cock and began to stroke it gently.

  “Yes,” Clint half-moaned this.

  “Are you willing to do what I ask if I let you fuck me?” she tightened her grasp and continued to stroke.

  “Oh yeah!” Clint grew rock hard in her hand.

  “Very good boy.” Stephania dropped to her knees and took the head of Clint’s cock in her mouth. He moaned loudly.

  She grasped his balls in her hand and took his entire cock into her mouth. She worked his cock back and forth and she gently squeezed his balls.

  “Oh god,” Clint moaned. He wanted to reach around to place his hand on her head and keep her on his cock. With his hands bound he felt a bit at wits end of what to do. “Please don’t stop!”

  Stephania stopped. “You don’t want me to stop?” she teased.

  “No, please don’t stop.” Clint thrust his hips forward to make his cock more available.

  “So demanding,” Stephania stood up. “Such a demanding boy. I may have to break you of that.”

  Clint stood there. He did not know what this meant but he did know he wanted her to keep sucking on him.

  Stephania stood behind him and placed her hands on his upper arms. She kicked his legs into a wide stance. He felt her unbind his hands. “I don’t like demanding boys. I like to go at my pace. I think I need to teach you a lesson. Bend over and place your chest on the bed.”

  Clint could not see the edge of the bed. He bent forward slowly until his chest was on the mattress.

  He felt Stephania step to one side of him. Then a sharp slap hit is ass. “What the hell!” he exclaimed.

  “I told you I was going to teach you a lesson.” Her palm met his ass again.

  The slaps surprised him and they were a little stingy but there was no real pain. He felt his cock twitch with excitement. Her hand continued to slap his ass. He felt it grow warm. His cock continued to throb with desire.