“For what reason, they don’t let women in. Someone must have put you up to it?” he asked again.
“No.”
“So you are willing to take the consequences?”
He moved closer, and she felt consumed with that terrible desire for him again. For him she would bend over and let him take her, and enjoy it. But the other men? For a moment, she wavered, and he saw it. She expected him to press the advantage home, to break her and make her tell him everything. Instead he let it go, turning back to the group in front of them.
“Here, take their property and burn it. Deliver it back to them as ashes.” He grabbed the leathers from her hand and threw it at the now baying mob. “And I will claim the rest of their property.”
Faith knew instantly he meant her. She should have been afraid, but she wanted to know what it was like to be taken by this man. She only hoped it would end there, that the others would not take their turn after.
Snake
He had never wanted a woman like her before. To put it bluntly, and he was always blunt, she was not his type. Not in the way she probably thought, he could see how uncomfortable she was in the outfit she wore, how she unconsciously kept tugging the hem of that ridiculously short skirt down to try to cover her lush thighs.
No, that was not it at all. It was her innocence.
She might well claim she had come here of her own accord, but she was lying. So why didn’t he break her and make her spill the information? Because he wanted her.
Here in front of his men, his brothers, he wanted to fuck her. To teach her what she was getting messed up in, and make sure she was in no doubt as to where she belonged. Under him, around his cock.
He could smell her, fear mixed with arousal, and it turned him on like nothing he had ever known. So yes, he could break her, easily. However, he wanted to enjoy himself first, it had been a long time since sex had been anything other than a physical release for him.
Women were easy, too easy, but this one, with her pleading eyes, and her full breasts, this one he could imagine making him feel alive again. Not the jaded President of the Dread Cult MC’s. He needed to move on and be something more. Those feelings had been growing in him for some time. As much as he loved the club, he wanted something more, and until he had set eyes on her, he hadn’t known what.
Now that he did, he would pursue it with reckless abandon. It’s how he had ended up where he was now, and he was going to enjoy every moment of the pursuit. Starting with teaching her why they called him Snake.
Chapter Two
Faith
Snake gripped her arm tighter, and propelled her forward towards the pool table. Turning her around, so her back pressed against it, he looked down at her skirt. “Take it off.”
“Wh...what?” she stammered, unable to think straight. She could not be naked, not here in front of all these men.
“Take off your skirt, and whatever you have on under it.” She still hesitated, so he added. “Or I will rip them off.”
The weakness in her knees returned. Oh Lord, she knew he would do it, and she wanted him to. Tear her clothes off, strip her naked, and then do what? Her body turned to liquid fire just imagining it.
He took one more menacing step towards her. “If I have to rip your clothes off, you will be walking home naked.”
Slowly, she unzipped her skirt, and wiggled to get it down over her hips. It slid to the floor, and she felt the eyes of everyone in the room on her, waiting for the next piece of her clothing to come off.
She couldn’t do it. There was no way she could stand in front of so many men with nothing covering her private parts. And they were private, no man had ever seen her naked, even Rob had taken her she had remained under the covers with the lights off.
Snake was losing patience. Her hands trembled as she hooked them through the elastic of her panties, but could not find the courage to pull them down, despite the look on his face. He moved into her personal space, and her arousal kicked up another notch. The closeness of him, the smell of him was overwhelming. This was a real man, and he wanted her, to punish her in his own particular way.
Faith looked him in the eye, and then slid her panties off, completely shutting everyone else out of her mind. Instead, she convinced herself it was just the two of them in the room.
Snake dropped his gaze to look at her, Faith new her short top in no way covered her, she was completely open to his hot stare. She desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands, but knew any attempt would make things worse. His hands would pry hers away, and then they would touch her there. She closed her eyes, trying to push these images away.
How could she want this so much?
Her heart raced, and her breathing became heavy, her breasts heaving as she struggled for air. She knew she should grab her clothes and run, this was not the movies, and Snake was not some happy ending waiting for her. This could only end in heartbreak and immediate degradation. Yet she did want him, to feel what it was like to have a man like this, not for pity. How much more passionate would sex be when it was an act of revenge.
She was about to find out.
He came to her, his hand sliding between her thighs, and she parted them for him. Feeling like his own personal whore, she allowed him to slide inside her heated sex and feel how wet she was. It would be proof enough that she wanted him, and once again, she closed her eyes, this time to shut out her embarrassment. She had no right to find his finger slipping in and out of her so enjoyable.
He worked it nice and deep, and she moved again to allow him to push in a little bit more.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded.
She did. Looking into his deep, dark eyes, she could have been looking into the dark depths of hell. There was no kindness there, only victory. She was lost.
“You like that?” he asked.
She didn’t answer.
“I can tell you do. You’re so wet, and ready for it.” He eased another finger inside her. “You know why they call me Snake?”
She nodded.
“Good. Now I’m gonna finger you some to stretch you, ‘cos you’re so tight, this might hurt a little.”
With that, he pressed deeper, his fingers moving wider, circling to stretch her inner walls. She tried to relax, to let herself enjoy it. Because it was enjoyable, pleasurable in a way she could never have known. Rob had simply pushed into her, no foreplay, nothing, but a grunt and a searing pain as he broke her. This, despite everything, was more sensual, and she felt closer to Snake than she ever had to Rob.
Her hips moved, and she pushed down onto his fingers, circling her hips to get maximum pleasure from the moment. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, to be with a man who could make her come hard. He was performing in front of his men; his reputation would surely allow nothing but her ultimate pleasure.
Afterwards she would walk away; no one would know what had happened. No one who knew her at leas,t and she bet to the men who were watching, this was an almost everyday occurrence, their leader fucking a woman in front of them.
“You know what I’m going to do to you?” he said, his fingers finding a sensitive spot inside her sex.
She squirmed against him, catching hold of his upper arms to steady herself. All she could do was nod, her mouth open and a gasp of breath escaped her. Then his thumb brushed her clit, and she was so close to coming she could feel the tension building in her, ready to explode.
“You’re so close now. I bet you would hate it if I suddenly stopped. Would you beg me to fuck you, to make you come?”
She looked at him, and saw victory in his eyes, so when his fingers left her she shouldn’t have been surprised. Her sex felt empty, and her arousal left at its peak was agonising, she needed to come, he was right. So would she beg him, lose her dignity to him?
“Ask me and I’ll make you come so hard you won't know what day of the week it is.”
She stood, trying to think clearly, trying to make her breath steady, but it was next to
impossible after the effect he had had on her.
He leaned forward, his breath warm on her neck as he whispered in her ear, “Ask me.”
His hand covered her breast, and he massaged the flesh through her clothes, finding the hard little bud of her nipple and tweaking it roughly between his thumb and finger. “I have never forced myself on a woman, so if you want me you will have to ask.”
He lowered his head and captured her other nipple between his teeth, nipping it painfully. But what an exquisite pain it was. His knee pressed between her legs and his denim-clad thigh brushed against her exposed clit.
She pressed down onto him, rubbing herself against him like a bitch on heat.
“Ask.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.” She had never used those words before.
“You know I’ll fuck you hard?”
“Yes.” Her legs felt weak, and her sex throbbed with a need to be filled. Faith had never been so turned on in all her life, she was wet, and more than ready to find out if he really did live up to his name.
Triumph shone in his eyes, he lifted her onto the pool table, spreading her legs wide. She glanced up and saw those in the room looking at her, looking at her most intimate place. For a moment panic consumed her, she tried to close her legs, but Snake had his hands pressed against her thighs, and the next minute he had his mouth pressed against her clit.
Shock coursed through her, she had never had a man do this to her. Oral sex had been something left entirely to her imagination, and her imagination had no idea how good it would feel to actually have a man sucking at her sensitive little bud. His tongue flicked out and stimulated the small bundle of nerves until she felt as though she was on fire. Her hands fisted his hair, and she pulled roughly at him, pushing her sex forward in an attempt to get more. He obviously liked this roughness, and his fingers plunged into her sex while his tongue worked, until she was humping her hips off the table, her release tantalisingly close yet again.
A whimpering sound came to her ears, and it took her a moment to realise it was her own voice. She was crying out, her voice high pitched and needy. Her breasts ached to be stimulated too, and she did something she had never done before. Sliding her hands up and pushing them together, before stroking her nipples, rolling them between her fingers.
Snake hooked his arms around her thighs and tilted her backwards, now he could angle her body so his tongue pushed inside her sex, he lapped at her juices before sliding up over her clit. He repeated this, again and again until her sex throbbed and she came. Crying out, her voice the only noise to be heard over the wet sounds coming from her sex and Snake’s mouth. The whole room fell silent as they watched the lurid display in front of them.
Snake did not relent, throughout her long orgasm he sucked and probed, licked and nipped at her sensitive flesh until it felt swollen and engorged. She thrust her mound forward, offering herself to him, giving herself to him in return for the pleasure he dragged from her body.
At last, she was spent, her orgasm leaving her drained. Her whole body was too sensitive, so when he touched her again she wanted him to stop. However, that was not part of the deal, he had not claimed her yet, and this was the prelude to the main course.
“I thought you might need to let go a little, or you might not have the endurance to last through what comes next.”
In her mind she giggled, she was not the thing that was going to come next. She doubted she would come again for a week after what he had just done to her.
All humour disappeared when he began to unbuckle his denim jeans. The bulge there was huge, and when he dropped his pants, the length and girth of him seemed impossibly big. There was no way that thing was ever going to fit inside her, not without splitting her into pieces.
Her eyes were wide as she stared, her anticipation growing when he spoke. “You are going to enjoy this. From what I can tell, your body has craved a man for a long time. Is that right?”
He was right, and he knew it. Rob had often boasted of his sexual prowess, but it was nothing compared to this rough biker standing in front of her with a raging erection. Rob had not even made her climax, he had grunted out his brief orgasm, leaving her feeling let down by the whole experience. At this moment, she could not regret anything that had happened to her so far; she intended to enjoy it for what it was. A life experience.
Snake got a condom from his vest pocket, and skilfully slid it on to his cock. Faith wondered if he had to buy extra-large to accommodate himself. Unconsciously she licked her lips, wondering what it would be like to suck that thing in her mouth; she bet he was big enough to choke on.
However, her mouth was not where she wanted him to stick it. No. Now she began to feel the slow burn of her arousal returning. He was right, she was not so desperate now, instead she wanted him to take his time, all the time he needed, to impale her on his cock.
He held himself firmly, and guided his long length towards her exposed sex. He brushed the head against her outer lips, teasing her. Faith found herself watching every movement with anticipation. Worried how much this was going to hurt, but needing to find out all the same.
Snake pushed forward, breaching her outer lips and pushing just inside her heated wet entrance, his cock sliding easily against her inner walls. Then a little bit further and she experienced a feeling of fullness, of being penetrated slowly.
Easing back out of her before pushing forward further, filling her more. A brief feeling of panic passed over her as she stretched for him. He was big, and each time he pushed inside her, filling her, she could see there was so much more of his cock still exposed.
Deeper, so deep he pushed inside her, and when she felt she could take no more he pulled back, placing his hand on her round bottom, before thrusting forward hard to impale her completely. Her cry was a wavering sound, filled with a little fear, and a lot of satisfaction at being able to accommodate him fully. Because when she looked down, he was buried inside her up to the hilt.
“Oh, you are so nice and tight around me. I promise not to stretch you too much,” he said.
She looked at him, and saw the pleasure on his face, the satisfaction of being inside her with her warm, moist sex sheathing him. More than anything she saw he wasn’t joking, he really did crave to be inside her, not through pity, through need.
He kept his hand on her bottom, pulling out before bracing her again to lunge straight back in. Leaning forward, his face so close to hers she wanted to kiss him. To feel that wonderful mouth on her lips, would he taste of her, would her juices still be on his tongue. She wanted to know, but kissing was intimate and this was not that kind of sex. This was a man claiming something that he believed belonged to someone else. It was a lie.
Each thrust stretched her, and took her ever nearer to that wonderful release. His body tipped forward, brushing her clit, and she longed for him to touch her there, or to suck on her breasts with his mouth. She touched his chest, participating in their union for the first time, finding his nipples and stroking them.
His gaze shot up to lock with hers, and something passed between them that she was unsure of. Something changed in him, and he began to circle his hips, slowly and sensually easing himself in and out of her. Then for a moment he stopped, and with his cock still deep inside her he took his hands and tugged her flimsy top up. She obediently raised her arms, and he took it off her and threw it on the pool table behind her.
Running his finger along the top of her bra, stroking the swell of her breast, before reaching behind her and undoing the clasp to finally free her voluptuous breasts. The bra hit the table too, in the same moment his hands cupped one breast in each palm and massaged them. Snake licked his lips, moistening them before kissing the tip of each nipple. He pushed her breasts together, and sucked one of the taut little buds into his mouth, hard.
The jolt of electricity that passed through her contacted with her sex. Her inner muscles clamped around his cock, and hel
d him tighter. He gave a grunt of approval, and then he nursed on her nipples with no mercy. Rolling his tongue over each, sucking and licking until she was sore. At some point, he started to move inside her again, but she could not tell when because none of her thoughts were coherent any more.
Her body was a mass of nerve endings, each crying out for attention, and feeling over wrought at the same time. One moment her mind was concentrated on his cock plunging deep inside her, and then it was drawn back to the exquisite pain of her breasts.
Her orgasm built, and it was more than she could stand, she needed to come, needed to feel him deep inside her, and not pull out. She placed her hands on his butt and dug her nails into his flesh, spurring him on. He responded with a growl, and this time when he placed his hand on her bottom, it was a good job, or else he would have shunted her off the table. He lunged into her in long hard strokes, her hands feeling the movement of his muscles as they tensed to push forward.
His mouth completely covered her left breast, sucking it hard, as he came. Jerking forward, the cry muffled as he tortured her flesh with his tongue. Faith finally crashed through her own orgasm, the feel of him pulsing inside her incredible. Her inner walls gripped him, milking him of his seed, taking everything he could offer, and wanting more. She clung to him, her fingers and nails digging into him, and her body pressed forward to meet him stroke for stroke.
Then it was over, and she crumpled against him, feeling weak and used. Exhaustion consumed her, her emotions now at breaking point, and the world grew dim.
Snake
He leaned heavily against the pool table, his legs feeling like jelly. No woman had ever had such an affect on him before. Now he could see why the Cult Castaways had sent her, and why he could not let them have her back. If she were his property then he would keep her for himself, not send her off to do something as stupid as taking their colours into a rivals territory. What the hell had they been thinking, or was their plan. Was she here to infiltrate the Dread Cult?
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