“I fuckin’ need pain, Sir!” The angry growl is good. Now she’s getting it—I need just a little more. I signal to Sundown to rev the motor.
“Lose the attitude, doll!” I stand up and rub my jeans across her face, level with my hard dick. “Try again!”
The Panhead motor continues to rev and I know it’s driving her crazier than she already is.
The Devil’s probably think I’m crazy too and I won’t deny that shit, but it’s the way we play.
“I need pain…please…oh please…Sir…cher…please I need it!” The screech, tone, and total fuckin’ fear shoots straight to my cock every time. Fear that I won’t supply the pain to feed the sadist in me—fear that I won’t let her hit space—and fear that no matter what she says I won’t make the world go away.
Crouching back down in front of her face I flash what I know is a devilish smile, “That’s all you had to say, doll.” I bend down and grab a clear, thin, cane and hold it to her lips to kiss. “No need to be so loud…yet.”
With a deep chuckle I walk around the back and start the warm up. The play that ends a scene or that’s held off until a chick hits deep subspace is usually the way we begin and since she’s askin’ so nicely I don’t refuse. The lashes with the cane hit hard across her ass and thighs. I dig the way she’s just started to bruise from last night so I try to hit those spots again. It’s only the start, and my ol’ lady is a queen at holdin’ shit back—screams and tears included. Finally, she lets out a hiss and then breathes in hard when I land one that practically shakes the room. She’s close to coming, but she’ll have to wait.
I decide to switch the play area so I unlock her, remove the toy, and pull her toward me as I yank down her top. “Careful Voodoo doll…kick off the boots.” She’s barefoot within seconds and I point to the other side of the room. “Web.”
The spider’s web is sort of our place, so we play on it a lot. I can use her in almost any direction on it, but my favorite is face down when I want to fuck her at the end. “Face down…fuck.”
Those three words are sure to scare the hell out of her—she knows exactly what I want and will have. In three…two…one…that little head spins around, eyes like slits, crinkled nose with a snarl on her lips. I point toward the net and she continues to pound over to the play area. Well, I know now, she isn’t in subspace yet—perfect.
She’s a whole lot of seriously fucked up, but she is learning to listen, at least to me. If that little stubborn streak gets too wide she knows I won’t give her the pain she craves. Just fuckin’ with her and denying her pain is enough to keep me going, and she knows it. For me, it’s always a winning proposition—no matter what—and she’s learning not to fight it if she wants to feed that hunger.
“Free form.” I want her to be completely still, without ropes, chains, or cuffs. Whatever I do she is to hold on and not move—whatever can be a tall order with a mother fucker like me. I continue with the canes to remind her where we left off.
Running my hands up her legs, I slide them in between until I feel that sweet, little pussy on my fingers. As much as she hates the play in front of all the newcomers, she’s also getting off on the fact that I won’t give an inch. Climbing on behind her I wrap my body over her and close my hands around hers. I let my hair fall down around that angelic face, blocking out as much of the noise as I can.
“Ready for the rest of the world to vanish, baby doll?” I whisper softly—it’s the calm before the hurricane. I press against her, “Trust baby…I don’t need you to lie to me…do you need to bleed?”
Without even trying to lift her head, Barely says as quiet as a mouse, “Yes, please.”
Quickly I press back, jump off the net, and land hard on the floor. Serenity has brought my bag over and the flogger is in my hand within a few thumps of my heart. I already feel the rush of adrenaline as the first falls land across her back. The studded black leather starts slowly, but I build the pace fast, and they start to fall harder as my motor revs. The red welts crisscross her thighs and shoulders, and the first drops of blood rise to the surface. I know the cold breeze across the new cuts will send her over deep, if the beating hasn’t already pushed her in. The leather cuts through the air and the wind is sure to deliver the sensation I want her to feel. She loves the pain—chases it—and I can’t get enough of watching her suffer. Twisted fucked up puzzle of a dark and beautiful love. Fuck, just getting her to hear that word was like scaling a mountain. I’m totally in the fuckin’ zone—deep into just the two of us—watchin’ the beauty of what she can take. The entire time she hasn’t moved and hardly made a sound—she’s riding deep and no one exists in the world.
Seeing that sexy little bitch laying there, no longer holding the chain for support—her heart and head in my hands…well, I can’t say I’m some romantic dude or anything, but fuck it warms my heart or somewhere that she’s mine. My dick is definitely hot and ready to slam into her, so I open my jeans and approach the net. I only whisper, she can’t hear too much at the moment, and what she feels says way fuckin’ more than any bullshit I could try to say.
I spread her cheeks and slip my fingers down her crack to the soaking wet hole. Without a word I shove the head of my cock into that wetness, feeling her stretch open as I slam in, grabbing the chains to hoist myself up hard. It’s like fucking a priceless, warm, little doll that fits my needs perfectly. I plunge up again, covering her bloody back with my shirt. She doesn’t move, but I hear her start to moan quietly as her pussy coats my dick in her sweet juice.
“That’s it, Voodoo doll…come back to me before I let you go for a different ride.” I pound viciously, deep, as I use the chains to climb into her with every inch of my cock. “Let me hear you coming back…”
Hearing her moan and gasp, her hands move toward mine, and she’s almost back. I turn her over to face me. “Okay, baby…now you can hold on.”
Pounding as brutal and mean as I can, I pummel her cunt and push her legs toward her tits. The cold metal of the chains pressing into the wounds across her entire backside is a mixture of pleasure and pain, and for Barely, pain because it’s pleasure. I hook her feet into the metal loops and she holds on to the higher links to throw herself into me, meeting my thrusts with a soft pussy that can’t get enough. My balls are slapping against her lips, and she’s rocking up to take more as my hand moves up to grab her throat. I lower myself toward her, pull her legs around me, and bite her lip.
“I’m hate fucking the rest of them away—take every ounce of pain I’m allowing you to have and come all over me—flood my cock and balls.” Starting to grind harder, her eyes open slowly, and her stare pierces my soul—she’s with me for just a few seconds more.
“Hate fuck me cher…make them disappear again.”
I keep slamming and her eyes start to roll, her thighs close in a death grip around my body, and she does her best to beg to get off and I whisper, “Come for me, doll…I wanna feel your cum drench my thighs…in front of all these people…let go…for me.”
The pain of that release—in front of everyone—is what she needs to buck for all she’s worth and soak my cock. When I finally let loose and fill her pussy she curls up around me and I carry her off the net. One of the ol’ ladies has brought fresh water and cookies to the play area, and Barely wraps herself around my boots on the floor. She doesn’t give a fuck about the rest of the world now, even if they’re watching, and they are.
“I love you, Sir.” Her glassy eyes look up to me and I see she’s at peace.
“Always trust me, doll—you’ll figure that shit out eventually.” I run my hands through and grab up her mass of dreads. “I’ll let you rest for now, but I don’t think we’re done…I think you and Pearl are going to be face to face on the tractor.”
Her smile says as much as a fuckin’ song and she whispers quietly, “Whatever you’d like, Sir.”
Devil’s Iron MC
Tank
Taking a couch on the side of the room, we have Pearl
wrapped up for a little relief before we head over to the tractor. Looking up we see the scene playing out between Kash and Barely which has me wishing again that Heather and her men would have come down with us. The amount of pain these two share would have given those three a run for their fucking money.
Looking towards the tractor as Kash pulls Barely down and off the web, I know that Barely will need a small break before we put her up on there with Pearl, so we decide to take another turn about “the Whipping Post”. Getting our girl up we make a lap seeing a few new scenes playing out before us throughout the dungeon.
As we head back around, Blaze nods towards the tractor and I know that it’s time to get these girls tussled up. Blaze moves slowly with Pearl over to the tractor as I approach Kash.
“Kash, you mentioned having our girls up on the tractor together. We are ready, if you are.”
“Dudes, let’s do this thing.” Rising slowly to his feet, Barely unravels herself from around his ankles before rising to her feet following along behind him. “I wanna get her while she’s still ridin’ high.”
As we reach the tractor, I see that Blaze has already strung up our girl facing toward the center of the bucket on the tractor. Moving closer towards her, I see that he has used a few lengths of rope on her wrists and ankles spreading her wide open for us. Glancing at the marks that have started to form on her flesh from the binds, my cock hardens at the thought of those binds leaving marks in our woman.
• • •
Blaze
After getting Pearl tied into the eye hooks, I step back to watch her strung up on the blue and black tractor. As the bucket is raised she rises higher on her toes. Her pale flesh stands out so much and the small struggle she is giving against her restraints has me wanting to tan up her ass a little and bury myself deep inside her.
Looking over, I see Kash picking up and securing Barely onto the other side using some blue and black braided lengths of cord. Moving over closer to them, I see him make quick work of one of her wrists before Kash sees my interest in his bindings. Seeing the question in my eyes he hands me a length of the cord so I can examine exactly what he is tying his girl up with.
Rubbing the cord between my fingers, I wonder what they have repurposed this from. Drawing it up closer to my eyes, I notice instantly that this most have been a length of leather braided with what I’m guessing is fishing line and what looks to be string trimmer from a weed wacker interwoven as well. Wrapping it around my wrist, I give it a brief tug to feel it against my skin, and know that Barely will be meeting her need for pain from this alone. Tossing the cord back to Kash, I laugh to myself as I turn back towards Pearl and Tank, thinking that these fuckers surely are creative.
Nodding towards Kash when I see that he is done getting Barely situated, I move towards my bag and grab out my cat o’ nine. Looking towards Tank who is now next to me I take a few steps back, I notice that he has already plugged our girls ass and has started to redden it up with his palm. Taking a few steps back, I see Kash’s arm flying through the air with a whip in hand and hear the strike as I am moving my arm in much the same manner. Soon both of our girls are groaning out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Moving from one foot to the other, I notice some of our girls’ tells and know that she is close to flying. Nodding towards Tank, tossing the cat o’ nine to him, I move up behind Pearl freeing a wrist from the restraints. I snag her chin up in my grasp and turn the upper half of her body into me, before speaking to her harshly.
“Pet, don’t you dare fly before our host has sent his little Voodoo doll flying as well. If she doesn’t fly- neither do you. If she doesn’t come- you don’t come. Got it?”
“Yes, Master Markus. I understand.”
Moving her back into position, I bind her wrist again and see a smile tug across Kash’s mouth. I wonder if my ultimatum has changed his decisions about where his scene is going.
• • •
Pearl
As I move back onto the tractor, I look up into Barely’s eyes and see the tears streaming down from them. When we talked, she told me about the peace she finds in the pain and the way she described it helped me further see—in this world to each their own.
As Tank starts to move his crop over the flesh of my eyes, I see Kash pull out a knife and my teeth grind together with fear. Leaning down to Barely’s ear, he whispers something to her, and I see her not only relax but fall deeper into the tractor. She truly is a slut for the pain.
As I feel each strike from Tank, and I start to slip inside of myself. My eyes shoot open the second that the first contact of the knife is on her flesh, the screech that rips outta her mouth has my head rocketing up as well.
The look on her face is nothing but relief and within only short moments, I see her fly and am not far behind her. As I come to, I see that we are in the cabin already and my men are tucked around me in bed.
Trying to sit up, two strong arms wrap around me one from in front and one from behind and in tandem they say, “Settle back in, Pet. You will see them in the morning.” A squeeze comes from Tank behind me as well, “Yes, Little One, you can say your farewells to your new friends in the morning over breakfast.” With that, I settle back in and let the night take me.
As the morning light is breaking through the windows, what I feel like a few minutes later, I smell coffee and know that our day is beginning. Moving gingerly, I hit the bathroom before heading towards the smell, the noise, and the company that I find there.
Seeing the men sitting around on the porch, I head over to the women that are moving about in the kitchen. ‘Ren is the first to speak, “You look a little worse for the wear, Pearl sweetie. Did those men let you sleep or were they buried deep inside you all night? Not that I would complain if I had two sexy men, but fuck its gonna be a long day of riding today if you can’t sit on your cute little ass cheeks.”
“Ha, ha, ha ‘Ren. Thanks for the reminder that we have a long trip ahead of us and my ass won’t be doing too well on it.” Rolling my eyes at the cackles from the others, I make my way over to the coffee pot knowing I need a cup before they continue in on me.
Hearing Barely start in on me as well, I turn slowly to her not sure of what she was saying but she is cut off quick.
“Come on now, leave the girl alone. She put on one hell of a show for us last night and her men put her through the paces for sure!” Tuesday comes to my rescue, throwing an arm over my shoulders and giving me a hard squeeze. “You’re our sorta people, Pearl, and I hope when you leave, it won’t be the last time we see that pretty face.”
Finishing up our coffees, we make our way to the porch and I watch Tuesday drop at her Master’s feet. Barely on the other hand moves slower and seems to still, putting herself in the same place at Kash’s feet.
Moving to Tank’s outstretched arms, I settle myself in his lap setting my coffee down onto the table. Finishing up their conversation, I hear that The Masters will be riding us back to “the Iron Horse” before we set out on the first leg of our trip home. Smiling, my eyes wander down to Barely and Tuesday and hope this is not the last day that we ride together.
THE END… OR IS IT?
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B.B. Blaque
I write beautifully flawed characters who ultimately find, perfection is not a prerequisite. Our flaws are what make us unique and some flaws compliment each other better than others.
I love BDSM (Male dominant/female submissive.) There’s something that just feels so right about a man wearing the pants (especially when he wears them well and fills them nicely.) I am interested in the psychological aspects of relationships in general and especially when there is a power-exchange dynamic.
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Past the Vapor
Erin Trejo
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A.J. Downey
Notes from the Authors
A.J. Downey
The events of Past the Vapor fall between books two and three of A.J. Downey’s Sacred Brotherhood series. While this story can be read as a standalone, it is recommended you read her books in the following order to get the full experience:
The Sacred Hearts MC series books 1-7
Brother to Brother
Her Brother’s Keeper
Erin Trejo
The events in this story fall after Erin Trejo’s book Road Rage. Road Rage has yet to be released but in this story you get a sneak peek of Lukas, the Black Diamond Club President, and Vape, the club’s VP.
Part One
Vape…
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