Saving Dallas Forever

by Kim Jones

  “I want to go home,” I said, letting him know that I refused to go to his place.

  “I know, babe.”

  “And don’t call me babe. You can’t beat me like that, and then think you can just call me babe and make it all okay,” I snapped, letting him know I was still angry. My emphasis on the word “beat” was overstating it, but I didn’t care. He didn’t respond with words, only a sigh. I closed my eyes, and somehow managed to let sleep find me. It was a welcome escape from reality.

  I woke up while Luke’s arm was snaking its way around my waist. He held me close to him, as he struggled to lift me from the car without hurting me. Yeah, good fucking luck with that. I let him carry me when I should have walked. It was hard to refuse Luke when I had been away from him for so long. I noticed the door of my house had already been unlocked and propped open as his long strides led us all the way to my bedroom. He sat me on my feet and steadied me, before reaching around and locating the zipper on my skirt. The front of his body was pressed up close against mine and I inhaled deep, inviting the scent of him into my nose. Damn, even dirty he smelled good. Manly. Not like cologne or freshly laundered clothes, but like a man who had been working all day. I felt him lower the zipper of my skirt and tensed in anticipation of the discomfort, but Luke took that time to bury his face in my neck and run his tongue across my earlobe, taking my mind off of the pain. When my skirt hit the floor, Luke removed his head and stepped back, undoing the buttons of my blouse slowly.

  “Can I fix you something to eat?” he asked, his way of apologizing, I’m sure. I would never hear the words, and he was fighting hard to not show how badly he regretted what he had done.

  “No. I just want to take a shower.” I pushed his hands away from me and proceeded to undress myself in front of him. Once my shirt and bra were removed, I turned, giving him a full view of what he had done as I walked to the bathroom. When I looked up at his reflection in the mirror before me, I saw that his hands were rubbing his face in frustration. He turned his back to me and kicked at the air, bringing his hands to his hips in fists and throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling.

  “Dallas, I shouldn’t have hit you so hard. I was too mad. I should have waited till I had cooled off some.” There was no apology. He didn’t say he shouldn’t have hit me, only that he should have waited until he wasn’t quite so angry. Yeah, that’s a good way to have me forgiving you, LLC. Good job. I ignored him, turning in the mirror to check myself out and gasped. My wide, shocked, eyes met Luke’s lamenting ones in the mirror for only a moment before I turned my attention back to my very unfortunate buttocks. The welts were not only red and swollen, but badly bruised in a dark purple color. There were even a few tiny beads of blood in one area, where the flesh had been hit numerous times, and the skin was broken.

  “How could you do this to me?” I whispered, rubbing my fingers lightly over the bleeding area, removing the few droplets and looking at them more closely, as if they might not be real. Luke didn’t answer, but couldn’t stay away. Even when I tried to push him away, he didn’t leave. He turned me away from him, and inspected me closer. I felt humiliated. Mortified. Ashamed. This was so degrading that I couldn’t even make eye contact with him.

  “What can I do to make you feel better?” Still, there was no apology from Luke. I stood there with my back to him, observing the wallpaper designed in perfume bottles as I let the rational side of my brain be heard. Did I deserve this? What would I have done if Luke had betrayed me? If Red had received the same punishment would I have found it demeaning or deserving? I would probably have found it comical, just like I was sure she would when she found out. The reality was, I had got on a plane, with no regard for myself or the people I asked to go with me, to meet a man that had once kidnapped me and my sister. He had also had my husband beaten, forced me to take the life of another man, and just so happened to be the most powerful, evil person I had ever encountered. I was deserving of so much worse than a wounded ass. Luke didn’t owe me an apology because I wasn’t worthy of one. If I thought this was bad, I was sure that what Luke had endured when he found out was much worse. I took a deep breath and met Luke’s eyes in the mirror.

  “Maybe I just need some lotion or something. It’s not that bad. Just that one part, but it should heal by tomorrow.” My acceptance of Luke’s punishment and the understanding of why he had done it caused his whole body to relax. He kissed the back of my head with a sigh, and reached for the bottle of Jergens that sat on the counter, pumping a generous amount into his hands before leading me back to the bedroom. I lay across the bed on my stomach as Luke rubbed the cool lotion into my skin in the gentlest manner possible. Soon, the strokes of his hands were less uncomfortable and more soothing. Then, he began stroking lower, his fingertips brushing lightly over the lips of my pussy, making my back arch every time he did. I spread my legs slightly, allowing him better access as he began frequenting the area more and more. The slight discomfort coming from my behind, mixed with the feel of his fingers rubbing the outside of my smooth lips had a fire building inside me.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, when his finger slid between my thighs to find me wet and ready for him. He pushed it deeper, my hips rising to more easily accommodate his finger, which slid in and out of me with ease. I pulled myself up to my knees and buried my face in the mattress, giving him the full view of my hot, wanting pussy that clenched his long, skilled finger with each stroke. His finger was removed, and I moaned as he replaced it with his mouth, stroking my inside walls with his velvety, smooth tongue. He licked his way up, stopping to run his tongue over that forbidden, tight place that seemed to relax when his mouth found it. He placed kisses across my bruised bottom, tender ones, with just a hint of tongue then followed each kiss with a light blow of air that left goosebumps in its wake. “Please, Luke.” I begged, knowing he knew just what I needed.

  “I shouldn’t be rewarding you, baby,” he said, kissing his way up my spine.

  “Then give me a punishment fuck.” That wasn’t a reward. Well, it was but he didn’t need to know that.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, the slightest hint of humor in his voice as he teased me with his torturous tongue.

  “Yes,” I said, breathlessly. I would rather take another beating than have to go another minute without his cock buried inside me. He pulled my earlobe between his teeth before getting off the bed. I scrambled up onto my hands, worried that he was leaving, but he grabbed my ankles and pulled, forcing me back onto my stomach, and dragging me toward the end of the bed. My pulse raced with excitement. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I lay trembling with pure exhilaration, anticipating his next move.

  “On your knees, Dallas,” he demanded, his dark bedroom voice full of authority. I pulled my knees apart, pushing myself up at a leisurely pace, but only after I remembered the current state of my ass was probably not as appealing as it usually was. I waited for Luke to rub the head of his cock over my entrance, tease me while he told me how hard he was going to fuck me, but he had another idea in mind. He grabbed my ass cheeks, separating them roughly, causing me to hiss from the shock of the pain, before ramming deep into me, not stopping until his hips collided with my ass, leading me to let out an involuntary screech.

  “You still want it? Or have you changed your mind?” Luke asked, not treating me to a delicious circle of his hips or a soothing hand across my stinging ass. It took me a minute to decide. The sensation of him being inside me was more pleasurable than the pain of the punishment fuck, but would it get worse? Would he deliver more aching pain than gratifying pleasure? Was it worth the risk of not knowing? You bet my bruised ass it was. I nodded my head, turning it to mouth at him the words he desired with a smile, and earning me a smirk from my deliciously sexy, belt-whipping, intoxicating, dirty-boy, biker.

  “Fuck me.” I was treated to deep, hard thrusts that came fast and unforgiving, causing me to wince when his body collided with mine, and whimper with want when he pulled away. It was e
verything I wanted, and everything I didn’t. The pain was agonizing, but the pleasure… the pleasure was bliss. My moans were foreign to my ears. An assortment of numerous feelings and emotions were released from my body in an audible pitch that was unnatural, and unlike anything I had ever heard. Luke pummeled my fatigued body with no remorse or regret, unknowingly giving me exactly what I wanted, the roughness of his drives in and out of me pleasing me more than any love-making we had ever shared. I came hard, listening to Luke groan his approval at my release. I could almost hear his chest swelling with pride and conceit at his accomplishment. My man knew how to fuck me, and in his own way, he was showing me that he was all I would ever need. He stilled inside of me, with a deafening roar that matched my own screaming moans, as his pulsing cock milked the last of my orgasm from me.

  We were lying naked in bed, me on my stomach and him on his back, finding comfort in the silence. We both knew our time together was fixing to end. Luke had to go back to Lake Charles, and we were not sure when he would return.

  “Is there something you want to tell me, babe? Are you worried about something?” Luke asked, turning his body over onto his side, and tucking my hair behind my ear. I did, but he had so much to deal with already. The last thing he needed to be worried about was my assumptions that someone was out to get me. “Dallas, if I couldn’t handle you and the club I wouldn’t have you both. If there is something you need, then I am the man you talk to. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” I studied his eyes, which were pleading with me to be honest. This is what Luke did. He was my protector. Why couldn’t I let him do his job?

  “You just have so much on you. I don’t want to be a burden,” I said, my voice barely audible, and weak.

  “Dallas, don’t you give me that shit. You’re not a burden. You are my girl, my love, my property. It’s my job to protect you, and it fucking hurts to know that you don’t trust me with that. Have I not proved the lengths I will go to make sure you are taken care of?” Great, Dallas. Hurt his feelings and take his pride, why don’t you. Oh, and while you’re at it, grab his balls.

  “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Luke. It’s just that you have already sacrificed so much for me and now your club needs you, and I don’t want to be the reason you can’t be with them,” I said, swirling my finger over his chest, and using my eyes to will him to understand my point.

  “You need to stop fucking listening to Red. Do you think you are the only one of the ol’ ladies with problems? Every man in this club has had to deal with shit. Just because I have shit going on with the club doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you too, babe. I need you to trust me and tell me what’s going on.”

  “I’m afraid there’s someone out there who wants to kill me,” I blurted, my lip shaking as the realization of my words hit home. When I had spoken to the mayor, it hadn’t hit me. When I had talked to Charlie, my safety was the last thing on my mind. Now that I had confessed my darkest fear to Luke, it occurred to me how serious this situation was. I could lose my life. Before, I didn’t have time to prepare for it. Now that I was almost positive it could happen, I freaked out.

  “Babe, no one is going to hurt you. What makes you think that?” Luke asked, running his finger over my trembling lip, and catching a stray tear with his thumb.

  “Frankie hated me, Luke. What if he set something up before he died? What about the guys who were with him?”

  “Dallas, if anyone wants to get to you, they’re going to have to come through me. Don’t live your life in fear. There’s no one looking for you.” Luke offered me a reassuring smile, and I nodded. I trusted Luke, and if he said no one was looking, than no one was. He would protect me, just as he always had. I was going to be okay.

  Chapter 11

  Luke

  I spent the night with Dallas for two reasons, one I didn’t want to leave her upset and two, I needed her just as much as she needed me. I didn’t want the company of any other woman, although it was offered to me every day. Lake Charles had some fine bitches that were willing to warm my bed with no strings attached, but I couldn’t do it. I only wanted one bitch warming my bed and sucking my cock, and it just so happened that I loved her, so it made it easy to turn down other women. I had panicked when I had heard that Dallas had been on board Charlie’s plane, but my panic was soon replaced with pure fucking anger when I found out she was home and safe. I let Ronnie know I would be back in the morning and took off, leaving him shaking his head and muttering how I needed to put my ol’ lady in her place. How could Dallas be so stupid as to go to Charlie, and what the fuck made her think she could get away with it? She needed to be taught a lesson, and since I wasn’t a man who put my hands on a woman, I had to find a way to let her know I was tired of her shit. Spanking her brought out my dominant demons, but at least I got my fucking point across. I only wished that I had cooled down a little before I had done it. But thank fuck she got the fucking picture. Now, she was freaking out about someone being after her, and it took all I had not to tell her the truth. I had to convince her everything was fine to keep her away from Charlie and to keep her from living a life of fear, when in reality, she should be. There was someone out there who was looking for Dallas, and I knew it just like I knew her pussy was the sweetest I’d ever tasted. It was something I thought about every day, but I would never let her know that. Charlie wasn’t the only man with connections, but I was sure his were better than mine. The phone call I knew I was going to have to make to him made me sick to my fucking stomach, but it had to be done. I would pay whatever price necessary to protect Dallas, and the penalty charged would not come cheap.

  “Luke.” Charlie offered, as a form of greeting. Fucking arrogant pig-headed motherfucking bastard.

  “Charlie.”

  “Is this about Dallas’ visit, or her problem?” Asshole. He was hoping I didn’t know about her little journey to Texas.

  “My problem.” Dallas didn’t have problems. I didn’t want him thinking that I was asking for help for her. It was me to whom he would be offering his services.

  “I’m in Hattiesburg,” he confirmed. I already knew that, but I wasn’t going to tell him.

  “Good. Meet me at my office,” I demanded, and hung up the phone. Charlie didn’t like being told what to do, but for Dallas, he would do just about anything. He had called me the day I had left for Lake Charles, asking how she was doing. Something Charlie never did. She had unknowingly connected with him, and now he felt that she was important to him. Another reason for me to hate him. Of all of the fucking women in the world he picked mine to fall for. Biggest mistake of his pathetic life.

  My office was located in a place away from the hustle and bustle of downtown and uptown Hattiesburg. It was in a shit community and only the locals knew it existed. Perfect for a man who wants to be left the fuck alone. Charlie, or should I say Charlie’s fucking puppet, pulled his town car up to the curb, and I fought hard to not tackle him and pummel his face with my fist when I saw him step out of the car. I shook his hand, neither of us very happy about the exchange, but it was a show of respect that was demanded on both our parts. We walked into the office, and he took a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk, while I took the other. In Charlie’s eyes, this was a smart move. He didn’t like to feel as if he wasn’t the one in charge, and I was surprised he didn’t take a seat in my desk chair, but, again, it was a show of respect.

  “Who is he and what does he want?” I asked, cutting all the bullshit and getting straight to the point.

  “Wouldn’t you like to make small-talk first? I’ll start. You didn’t hurt Dallas for coming to see me did you?” he asked, threatening me with his tone, and the iciness of his stare.

  “Only in a way that made her come around my fat cock. Now, who is he and what does he want?” I watched Charlie shift in his seat. Good. I had struck a nerve.

  “You sure are bold, Luke. I once had a man’s tongue ripped out for talking to me like that. Very bloody experience, b
ut one neither he nor I will ever forget.” I took a deep breath, and checked my temper. I didn’t need to get on Charlie’s bad side. At least not right now.

  “If you are asking if I put my hands on her, then no, Charlie. I would never hurt Dallas in that way.” Only with my belt, I thought cockily. My dick twitched in my pants at the thought of her perfect ass bent over her desk, and it was my turn to shift in my seat.

  “Well, that’s good news. For everyone,” he concluded, the meaning underlying his words letting me know that he would have killed me had I have hurt Dallas. “I will tell you what you need to know, but it is me who takes him out. Not you or your club. Or Dallas,” he added, reassuringly. “I feel like I am owed that.”

  “Then why are we here? If you know who he is, and where he is and you want to take him out, why don’t you just do it?”

  “Dallas needs a man who can protect her. Obviously you are that man, so now it’s your job. You intercept him and I’ll handle it from there,” he said, as if the answer was obvious. He seemed hurt, and I fought hard not to smile at the middle-school crush this grandpa had on my girl.

  “Okay, so how am I supposed to do that?” I asked, wishing he would just give me what I wanted and get the fuck out.

  “I suggest you bring her to Lake Charles with you. Wait until the weekend so you don’t make her suspicious and then send her away when I give you his whereabouts. She has a business meeting scheduled in Atlanta on December 15th. Keep her with you until then, and I’ll make sure he is in the area during that time.”