EROTICA:HIS SLAVE FOR THE NIGHT (Extreme Domination with Strangers, Bitch Romance Erotic Sex Short Stories Box Set): Bound MMF Menage Bundle (Rough Discipline Adult S&M Series Book 2)

by Amanda Gray

  . . . he murmured, lips pressed against her heated flesh.

  “I… Love you … too, Derek…” she panted as his fingers worked their magic in her sodden pussy. “Oh... God…” she whimpered as his fingers slowly worked on her G-spot. She began to grind her pussy against the palm of his hand, her clit rubbing against the bone of his wrist. He could feel her building up for her orgasm as she moaned, riding his fingers as they both straddled his pride and joy.

  “Baby, cum for me, then I’ll make you cum again, on my dick. We’ll christen my new bike properly.” He said, grunting as her hands moved down to rub his erection through the material of his jeans. She moved faster, his fingers sliding in and out, curling around with the shape of her inner walls as she rode him.

  Her cries echoed around the secluded area as she came on his fingers. She rested her head against his shoulder, whimpering as he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean before he kissed her, letting her lick the remnants of her sex from his lips.

  “Fuck me, that’s hot.” He rumbled pressing his forehead against hers, her breaths coming back down from their bitch-in-heat panting to a more sedate pace, which he was about to return to hard and horny gasps of pleasure.

  He lifted her up, while she released his hard cock. Pushing her skirt up over her thighs and ass, exposing the sweet glistening pussy that was all his to the world before he impaled her on his cock.

  Rhonda cried out as she felt him hot and hard inside her. “Oh, fuck me…” she said softly, feeling him pulse again inside her. . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members

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  Table of Content

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER ONE

  Tears fell from her reddened eyes, dropping to splatter and soak into the paper in her hands. The ink became damp and began to run as she tearfully read over the letters from her past.

  Derek’s neat handwriting still haunted the pages even after all these years. He had written her love letters and poetry like a true romantic when they had been in high school. She’d fallen for all the sappy stuff. Even when he’d turned badass biker on her, he’d still send her a letter in the mail, the old fashioned way when he could have easily just handed it to her.

  But he had loved seeing her expression when she picked up the mail and tore open the envelope that held his letters of love and devotion. Just like the one that she held in her shaking hands now.

  She closed her eyes and remembered when he first bought his Harley. He had brought it over to her small ground floor apartment, they’d been living separately after they had a falling out and broke up. He had revved the engine loudly until she came out to yell at him for being an obnoxious prick.

  He had grinned at her and simply tossed her a helmet, then patted the back of his seat, there was enough room for her to ride pillion. She’d looked at the helmet in her hands and then at him. Then she’d run back inside, grabbed her handbag, keys and phone and locked the door, closing it behind her before she dashed out and hopped onto the back of his Harley.

  Her hands wrapped securely around him, once she had ensured that her helmet was on tight. He revved the engine, gunning the throttle, letting the sensual rumble of the bike’s engine run up through her body. She pressed her body against his back, loving he heady vibration against her pussy, her tits pressing hard against the leather cut on his back and her soft moan just barely audible over the rough purr of the engine.

  He took off, slowly. They rode through the streets of the city until they came to the countryside. Derek took a dirt road out to a secluded spot and parked. He turned in the circled of her arms and pulled her over to the front, to face him, straddling his lap.

  Rhonda had looked at him, her lips waiting for his mouth to devour them. He didn’t waste any time either. He reached up under her shirt and ran his hands up over her stomach, his seeking fingers slipping under her bra and finding the tight little buds of her nipples as she arched herself into his warm hands, pressing the round mounds of her breasts into his rough and calloused palms.

  Derek took one hand reluctantly away and removed both their helmets before he slipped the empty hand down into the waistband of her jeans. “Hmmm. Missed this sweet pussy…” he said, delving a finger into her wetness, and pulling it out to taste her sex on his fingers. “Still as sweet as ever baby…” he said, before he returned his hand to its rightful place.

  His lips descended to the curve of her neck where he bit, licked and sucked, leaving his little love bites in darker shades against her neck. Beneath his hands she shivered in pleasure, her small moans, squeaks and her body writhing slowly against his made his dick hard in his jeans, making it a very tight fit indeed.

  “Mmm. Baby, I have to have you, I love you so much Rhonda…” he murmured, lips pressed against her heated flesh.

  “I… Love you … too, Derek…” she panted as his fingers worked their magic in her sodden pussy. “Oh... God…” she whimpered as his fingers slowly worked on her G-spot. She began to grind her pussy against the palm of his hand, her clit rubbing against the bone of his wrist. He could feel her building up for her orgasm as she moaned, riding his fingers as they both straddled his pride and joy.

  “Baby, cum for me, then I’ll make you cum again, on my dick. We’ll christen my new bike properly.” He said, grunting as her hands moved down to rub his erection through the material of his jeans. She moved faster, his fingers sliding in and out, curling around with the shape of her inner walls as she rode him.

  Her cries echoed around the secluded area as she came on his fingers. She rested her head against his shoulder, whimpering as he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean before he kissed her, letting her lick the remnants of her sex from his lips.

  “Fuck me, that’s hot.” He rumbled pressing his forehead against hers, her breaths coming back down from their bitch-in-heat panting to a more sedate pace, which he was about to return to hard and horny gasps of pleasure.

  He lifted her up, while she released his hard cock. Pushing her skirt up over her thighs and ass, exposing the sweet glistening pussy that was all his to the world before he impaled her on his cock.

  Rhonda cried out as she felt him hot and hard inside her. “Oh, fuck me…” she said softly, feeling him pulse again inside her. “Baby… what you do to me.” She gasped as he gripped her hips and began to guide her up and down on his cock. The suspension on his bike squeaked with each movement, the bike rising and falling with each rise and fall of her sweet, wet pussy on his dick.

  Derek leaned his head back and moaned while she rode him. The fuel tank had cooled enough for her to comfortably lay down on in, so he pushed his gorgeous woman back until her back was pressed against the warmth of the tank, and he was pushing himself hard into her. The fuel sloshed around in the tank as he own wetness added its unique sound of him pumping his cock hard inside her.

  Her moans and whimpers
were music to his ears as he began to up his pace, pounding into her, her voice crying out in pure bliss. He loved that she screamed for him, and never faked it. His Rhonda was the most honest woman in the bedroom he had ever known, and he hadn’t known many. He could count on one hand the number of women he’d fucked, right from the very first, who was his little sister’s babysitter when he was sixteen. A 16 year old neighbour, who had a gorgeous rack and a tight cunt, he was very mature for his age, having older brothers, and she wanted him, he knew it. So he gave her what she wanted right there on the couch while his little sister slept soundly in her room.

  The next week, Rhonda’s family moved into town and he had eye only for her.

  His groan became a roar of satisfaction as his cock pulsed inside her, Rhonda screamed out her own orgasm as he felt her tighten around his cock, milking him as she came. “Oh, fuck baby… You’re such a fucking goddess…” he groaned and lowered his face into her cleavage, flicking his tongue out to taste her sweat.

  Rhonda had lain, panting on the fuel tank of his bike. Derek lay atop her, still connected to her, impaled on his now softening cock. They had drifted off to sleep like that, straddling the bike and each other, waking up when the sun had begun to set.

  They rode off back to Rhonda’s apartment where they had made use of every available flat surface, including the walls in their marathon make-up sex session.

  Rhonda broke out of her reverie to the sound of the front door unlocking. Alexander called out to her. Rhonda quickly cleared away the pages, stuffing them back into the old shoe box and pushing them under the other shoe boxes that actually held shoes in their massive wardrobe.

  She went to greet her fiancé, feeling a pang of guilt as to her illicit actions in the supplies room with Derek.

  “Hello baby.” She smiled, and went to kiss him. A scent of sweet perfume assailed her as she came closer to his collar. Something tugged at her heart, suspicion, ironic that she should be suspicious considering her own indiscretions, but it was definitely a feminine fragrance.

  “What’s that scent? It’s nice.” She said, nonchalantly.

  “Oh, a new one by Armani.” He said, flippantly, kissing her on the cheek before he brushed past her. “I have to fly out again tonight, got an urgent business proposal that just came up, and I can’t miss out on this opportunity.”

  “Oh... But the wedding is in four days, will you be back before then?” she asked, her disappointment showing in her voice.

  Alexander turned back to her, his eyes steely. “Rhonda, have I not been through all this? How am I going to keep you happy and well taken care of if I don’t continue to improve the business? It is after all our bread-and-butter is it not?” he took her in his arms and spoke to her as if she were a child.

  “Yes, it is, Alexander. I just, I just miss you.” Rhonda said. “It feels like I never get to see you anymore.”

  “Darling, everything I do I do for us, don’t you realise that?” he said, holding her close and kissing the top of her head.

  “I suppose, well, at least we have our honeymoon, a month sailing around the Mediterranean on our yacht…”

  “About that…” Alexander said, his voice changing again. “I have to postpone the sailing trip, darling. This new business proposal will take up a lot of the time we had allocated for our honeymoon, and the seller is quite eager to have it sorted as soon as possible. Unfortunately, we still have a lot of negotiations to go through and it will take the better part of the month for me to deal with those.” He hugged her tighter, “But I promise you, once it is all done, we will go on our honeymoon.”

  He pulled away from her and cupped her chin with his fingers, bringing her now teary eyes up to look at him. “Okay?” he asked. Rhonda closed her eyes and nodded sadly.

  “Okay.” She whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

  “Now, I have some paperwork I need you to fill out. It’s just a health insurance policy for when we do go on that yacht. He went to his briefcase and opened it, pulling out a folder with a small pile of papers.

  He pulled his fine and expensive pen out from his jacket pocket before he clicked it on and guided her over to a bureau. He placed the pen in her hand and watched as she signed on each neatly printed dotted line, whisking the pages away once she had signed each one.

  “…and finally, there.” He said, pointing at the last page. Before he whipped that one away, Rhonda thought she saw the type of insurance he had taken out on her… and it wasn’t just a simple health insurance policy. It was a life insurance policy that she had just signed.

  Maybe he wasn’t to make sure I’m covered… she thought to herself. She felt his presence behind her, his arms roving around her middle to caress and roam her breasts, fingers sliding in under her neckline and down inside her bras to pinch and pluck at her nipples.

  “I’ve been dreaming about tying you to the bed and fucking you senseless… We don’t have much time. Get to the bedroom and wait for me there.” He whispered in her ear, licking along her neck. Rhonda nodded and walked to the bedroom. Alexander turned to his study and closed the door over, but not fully.

  Rhonda waited for him for what seemed like ages, she got curious as to what was taking Alexander so long. She slipped quietly, and padded naked down the hall to the office. She raised her fisted hand to knock on the door when she heard his angry voice.

  “I don’t care, you find her and that little bastard of mine and finish the goddamned job I paid you for.” Rhonda moved back away from the door and padded back quickly to the bedroom where she lay upon the bed, like a good little submissive and waited for Alexander.

  She didn’t have to wait long.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The roar of the bikes roused Derek from his thoughts. A large black SUV was surrounded by six of the brothers riding their Harleys. The motorcade entered the yard and one of the prospects riding in the rear stopped and closed the gates before he joined the brothers and parks on the end of a long line of bikes.

  A nervous-looking woman and a young boy were escorted from the SUV to the clubhouse and the apartments that were out the back. Natasha Deacon and her son Alexander were now under the protection of the Devil’s Brood MC. Derek and Tank watched as the woman looked around fearfully, comforting hands from one of the Club’s Old Ladies took her in, while one of the Brothers took her hastily packed bags inside.

  “Well, there’s one thing done, she might have more information on the rat bastard, but we need you to get back in and see if he’s put in any more juicy gossip into his private hidden files. Pony-Boy said that he needed you to be logged in so he can get into their systems?”

  “Yeah something like that, I dunno all the IT mumbo jumbo shit he sprouts but if it get the job done. Plus I’m trying to see if I can catch up with Rhonda again, even try the old ‘let’s be friends’ thing, then hopefully I don’t have to hog-tie her and put her over the tank of my Harley to keep her safe from that asshole.” Tank grunted his agreement.

  “Try that, see if it works, if not, I got some nice soft velvet ropes that Kitty likes to tie me up with…”

  Derek looked at Tank with a look of pure shock mixed with amusement. “She’s a kinky bitch, isn’t she?”

  “Yep, my kinky bitch.” Tank grinned as they walked in to the club.

  Viper was playing with the kid, he’d always wanted a family of his own and it seemed like he was trying to make a good impression on Natasha already. She watched the mean-looking biker as he played with her four-year old boy. There was a small collection of toy motorbikes and cars that were available for any of the biker brats that would come to the family days, or when their fathers were taking care of them.

  For all its ‘bad rep’ the Demon’s Brood were good men, their morals might be a bit off the straight and narrow, but they knew that kids needed to be cared for and protected. Derek could respect that. This was a club he wanted to bring his kids to one day, his and Rhonda’s kids.

  Natasha, Tank, Derek and t
he Pres and VP all went into the meeting room while Viper played with the kid.

  “Okay Natasha, want to tell us why Alexander Fawkner wants you dead?”

  “He wants me dead?” Natasha whispered in shock. Her face changed from that of a frightened woman to one of a terrified one. Her hands instantly began to shake, the coffee in her clasped hands spilling over the sides.

  “I knew he was having me followed, but I didn’t know he wanted me dead!” she said, her voice shaking.

  “Natasha, it’s not only you he wants gone out of the picture, he want your son’s life as well.”

  “No…” She said, turning to look at her son, who was playing with a leather-clad giant.

  “I’m afraid so.” Chip said, pushing the paper with the hit information towards her, and the picture of the man who was first hired to do the deed. “Alexander Fawkner hired his man to kill you and your son, only he didn’t accept the hundred grand for you and the fifty for your son. He doesn’t off women or children.”

  “This… is… it’s his handwriting but it can’t be right…!” She started to sob. “All I wanted was some money to go towards my son, he needs clothes, shoes, food, school costs.” She wiped her eyes. “I don’t ask him for much, I never had, just enough for us to get by. I live in a shithole apartment. I can’t get work because I can’t find a sitter I trust to look after Lex.” She looked at the picture of the hitman who had refused to kill her and her son.

  “But you said he wasn’t going to do it, right?” Chip nodded, then looked to Tank who opened the door.

  McGee walked through, six-two and all muscle and smoking a foul-smelling cigarette. Natasha recognised his tattoos that covered his biceps and pushed back her chair with a small fear-filled cry. Instantly searching for an escape route, she was on her feet in seconds. Tank stood up and blocked her in, gently putting a hand on her trembling shoulders.