The Devil's Due

by Vivian Lux

  My nostrils were filled with the scents of whiskey, leather and sex. It was an intoxicating brew, heady beyond anything I had ever experienced. The slap of skin against skin; the iron grip kneading into the flesh of my thighs and breasts; the meaty hands gripping my head; they all combined with the smell of the men, the calls of the watchers, the feel of their eyes on me...

  I began to quiver. First my thighs, then my hands, then my whole body vibrated like a plucked guitar string. I screamed out my second orgasm, vibrating my throat around Jax’s wide cock, shouting out in the rhythm of Wyatt’s punishing thrusts.

  Even as I shrieked, I felt Jax’s balls tighten. He grabbed my face with his hands and pulled out of my mouth. Roaring like a wild boar, he jerked his fat cock wildly. The first hot jet of sticky white cum hit me in the eye. I opened my mouth and the second spurt landed on my tongue. The third and fourth dribbled down his clenched, hairy fist and dribbled onto the white tablecloth.

  He grunted and bent down to cup my face in his meaty hand, squeezing my cheeks to the point of pain. “You’re a good little cocksucker, girl. I might want you again,” he growled in a voice dripping with menace.

  “She’s a wild one!” the president yelled approvingly, pounding on the arm of his chair. “Hey, dipshits. She has another hole, you know.”

  I froze in fear as I realized what he wanted. I hadn’t done that before. I had never even wanted to do that. But what I wanted didn’t seem to matter anymore. I wasn’t in control here, no matter how many times I tried to regain it.

  I whimpered slightly, and Wyatt grinned up at me.

  “You just relax that pretty puckered hole, girl. You ain’t paid the Devil his due yet,”

  Wyatt held me tight, pumping slowly, inexorably, like the pistons on an idling bike, pinning me with his arms so that I couldn’t turn to see who it was that was suddenly behind me. I felt hands round my waist and whimpered. Then I heard someone spit and felt a gob land on my backside, dribbling down my crack.

  “Relax,” came the drawn out, snakelike hiss behind me. I whimpered again as I felt a thumb slide inside of my ass. The serpentine biker worked his thumb around, and I grunted low and animal-like.

  It felt good. I hadn’t realized it could feel good.

  I arched my hips up toward him, encouraging the unseen finger to further plumb the depths of my most private place. A knowing roar rose up from the crowd and I could feel the excitement growing.

  Wyatt’s cock was moving slowly in and out of my pussy, and the unseen biker was priming my asshole expertly. I relaxed onto Wyatt’s chest, squeezing my eyes shut and losing myself to the sensations that were swirling inside of me. I heard a rhythmic grunting noise and realized it was coming from deep within me. It was unlike any noise I had made before.

  When the thumb pulled away, I moaned at its loss, lifting my hips in a desperate search. When I felt another gob of spit hit my crack, I shuddered. I was ready.

  The second biker’s cock prodded my opening. I gritted my teeth at the ring of fire that burned as he forced his way past my spasming muscles and into the waiting caverns of my second hole. My ass. He was fucking my ass.

  He began to move, pulling and positioning me even as Wyatt’s cock stretched my pussy to its breaking point. I was stuffed full, a deep pleasurable sensation of completion I had never felt before.

  I grunted again as the men began to fuck me, slowly, in tandem, then faster and faster. I yelled aloud again.

  “Plug her up!” shouted the president, and a third biker bounded in to shove yet another cock into my mouth. I had no more control. The bikers had taken every one of my holes for their pleasure. The grunts; the curses the smell of their bodies was overwhelming. My thoughts abandoned me a second time and I screamed around the cock in my mouth.

  “Heh, she’s shaking,” the snakelike voice hissed in my ear and I felt a stinging slap across my ass that sent me crashing into the void once again.

  The cock in my ass began to twitch, buried balls deep inside of me. I could feel it bunching and jerking. With a sudden violent spasm, the biker inside my ass snarled savagely in my ear and pulled out of me. I felt the hot jets spurt onto my back and ass as he swore.

  Wyatt’s mechanical pumping became spastic and frantic. Howling loudly, he flipped me onto my back. Lifting my legs, he pumped over me twice before pulling out and sending loads of his sticky white spunk onto my belly. He smacked my ass with a wide hand as he finished, raising a red welt across my backside.

  The unnamed guy who had been fucking my throat jumped down and slid his short little cock inside of my stretched, bruised pussy. I got a glimpse of his bearded face and dark, threatening eyes before he screwed his face up and pumped inside of me frantically. Then he pulled out and jerked himself into a silent shuddering orgasm, releasing hot spunk onto my breasts.

  I laid there. There were no noises. The bikers were silent as I gasped and quivered. My whole body was covered in cum. My face; my breasts; my back; my stomach; I had almost lost count of how many men had fucked me just now. I twitched at the aftershocks of multiple orgasms.

  A towel flew through the air and landed on my face with a soft thud. I jumped, then grabbed for it gratefully.

  “Clean off and go home,” the president growled softly. “We’ll let you know.”

  Chapter 5

  I quivered in shock. Go home? I hadn’t made the cut?

  In a daze, I stood up from the table. I grasped it hurriedly, stumbling on shaky, unsteady feet. The blood rushed to my head and my vision blurred. Hot tears sprang to my eyes.

  Don’t cry. Don’t you fucking cry, I admonished myself.

  Though they made no noise, I could still feel the bikers’ eyes on me. Every head in the room turned as I gathered my clothes from the floor. I zipped up the bustier with my eyes cast down, then wiggled the skirt carefully over my reddened ass. I left the heels. Fuck that, I wasn’t dealing with those fucking shoes after all of this.

  As I walked past those watching eyes, I spied Cade standing closest to the door. I didn’t want to look at him. But there was no fury in his eyes this time. I hadn’t heeded the warning he had tried to give me, and now there was nothing left. I expected to see pity there.

  Instead, I saw something else. What it was, I couldn’t say. No man had ever looked at me like that before. It looked soft, almost like love.

  I definitely couldn’t deal with that right now. I pushed past him and into the blinding daylight. The sun had barely moved in the sky. I couldn’t believe how little time had passed.

  I stepped carefully in my bare feet, hopping lightly across the scorching pavement. I wasn’t supposed to have to go home after this. I wasn’t supposed to have to return to my normal, shitty life after this. I was supposed to ride with the Devil’s Due now. I was supposed to be on the back of a hog, my arms flung around the torso of a dangerous man.

  That vision I had held for so long swam in front of my eyes as the nameless, faceless biker of my fantasy shifted and swirled until he turned into Cade.

  I stood at the door of the trailer and squared my shoulders. This wasn’t going to wreck me. I swore an oath then and there that this wasn’t going to beat me down.

  But when I stepped into the hot shower and smelled the scent of sex swirling around in the steam, the threatened tears finally came. I tasted the hot, salty taste of shame as the tears mixed with the water that poured down my body.

  I must have fucked up somehow. That was the only thing I could think. I must not have pleased them in some way.

  Grabbing the soap, I scrubbed hard, angrily. The lacquered makeup pooled in the drain as I scrubbed and scrubbed myself clean. I shampooed twice, letting the lather wash away the sweat and sticky cum from my hair. The harder I scrubbed, the more I felt like myself.

  I wasn’t going to be ignored. I wasn’t going to be beaten anymore. I would go back if I had to. I would do it all over again. I would wrap my arms around Cade’s neck and never let go.

  “The fuck y
ou doing? You think I’m made of money? What’re you doing in there, girl?”

  Darryl. The tears came back. Darryl was awake.

  I twisted the tap savagely and swallowed. Then I took a deep breath, testing my voice before I answered to make sure I sounded sweet.

  “Sorry, Daddy!” I sang out. Darryl wanted me to call him Daddy. I hated it.

  “Stop wasting water and get me my breakfast!” He pounded on the door once more for good measure and I jumped.

  I toweled off hurriedly and wrapped it around myself. Jumping the two steps from the bathroom to my room, I quickly stuffed the leather outfit under my bed. It wouldn’t do to let him see it.

  I rubbed the towel through my hair, letting it hang in soft, damp waves around my face. Then I quickly grabbed a white blouse and floral skirt from my drawer and buttoned them over my white cotton underwear.

  Looking in the mirror, I saw me as I always was. The tough biker chick who wouldn’t put up with Darryl’s shit was gone. In her place was the meek, freckled stepdaughter, dressed in her shabby Sunday best, ready to go serve his scrambled eggs like a servant girl.

  Chapter 6

  My eyes were shiny with tears and I wiped them away viciously. But there was nothing else that I could do right now.

  I stepped out of my room and into the tiny, cramped kitchen. Fishing the frying pan from its place in the drying rack, I turned on the two-burner stove and twirled to grab the eggs from the fridge under the counter.

  Darryl was sprawled across the disgusting orange recliner that dominated what we called the living room, clad only in his baggy, streaky underwear. He was flicking through the channels on the fuzzy TV, the volume blasting.

  I gritted my teeth and beat the broken eggs in the ceramic bowl that had been my mother’s. My fury grew as I whipped the liquid into a froth and poured it into the frying pan. I turned the heat down and swirled it around, staring at the yellow liquid as it set.

  Pushing it with a spatula, I touched the bruise on my cheek. It wasn’t hidden anymore. I had washed away the concealer and now it blazed furiously under my eye. Darryl hadn’t even noticed.

  But Cade had noticed. Giant, scary, yet somehow gentle Cade. He had seen right through the makeup.

  I closed my eyes and remembered his lips on my skin. The honey taste of his mouth on mine seemed like a memory from a lifetime ago. He had held me close and tried to warn me about what it meant to give the Devil his due. And I had been too stubborn to heed his warnings.

  I thought I was in control, but he knew that there was no way I ever could be with men like that.

  “Wake up, girl! You’re burning the eggs!” Darryl was behind me all of a sudden. With a vicious smack, he cuffed me across the back of the head. I saw stars and stumbled into the stove, burning my hand on the electric burner.

  “Oh, goddammit!” I shrieked, spinning to run my swelling palm under the sink.

  “Don’t you be taking the Lord’s name in vain!” Darryl yelled. He grabbed the soft flesh behind my arm and pinched, twisting my skin under his gnarled fingers. “What has gotten into you, girl? You got some evil in you this morning.”

  I looked at him defiantly, ready to lash out, but he twisted my skin harder and I fell back with a cry. He smiled, satisfied that he had won as I rubbed my arm with my burned palm.

  I hated him. I hated him more than anything in the world. I would kill him if I had to.

  My eyes turned to the butcher knife that lay across the magnetic strip on the wall. I started calculating where I would bury it in his body.

  Chapter 7

  The distant rumble of engines grew louder and louder until it was nearly ear-splitting. Darryl and I abandoned our staring contest to look at the door. I froze, half in hope, half in fear.

  Darryl made the first move. Stepping to the screen door, he swung it open.

  Spread out over the trailer park was the entire chapter of the Devil’s Due MC. They sat proudly atop their idling engines, shaking the flimsy walls of the trailers with the occasional burst of the throttle. I saw curtains flicker and frightened faces peer out.

  Darryl stepped out onto our concrete stoop in nothing more than his dirty underwear.

  “The fuck you doing on my property?” he yelled indignantly. He was trying to sound imposing, but I could hear the squeak of fear in his voice and it made me smile.

  A biker surged forward, bringing his bike right up to the stoop, tapping the step with his front wheel and making Darryl hop nervously backward. When the biker removed his helmet and let his long blonde hair fall free, my heart leapt.

  Cade.

  He surveyed the scene with the usual fury, but when those piercing blue eyes met mine, he softened. He looked me up and down as I stood there, freshly scrubbed and sweet-looking.

  “You look different.” A slow smile spread across his face, like the sun peeking out from behind a storm cloud. “I like it.”

  I blushed and stepped forward to him, but Darryl blocked my way.

  “The fuck is going on?” he whined, trying to sound tough and failing miserably.

  Cade stood up from his bike and stepped forward. He was so tall he could look Darryl straight in the eye. My stepfather shuffled nervously on the stoop, clearly terrified.

  “I’ve come to claim what’s mine.” Cade voice was low and even as he stared down at Darryl. Then he looked away dismissively, not even bothering to pay attention to the useless little man who stood in his way. He looked at where I stood in the doorway. “You got anything you want?”

  “No!” I shouted. I launched myself from the doorway and leapt straight into his waiting arms. The sweetness flooded my mouth once more as he kissed me deeply. He stroked my damp hair away from my face.

  “Okay then. Hang on.”

  He swung his long leg over his massive bike. I jumped up and squirmed forward until my arms could reach around his waist. I clung to him, my head against his broad, warm back and inhaled deeply.

  He kicked the bike into gear and we surged forward away from the trailer. As the rest of the Devil’s Due Motorcycle Club roared into place behind us, heading out to the open road, I allowed myself one glance backwards.

  I could see Darryl standing open-mouthed on the stoop, his baggy underwear rippling in the backwash of the passing bikes. Then he disappeared from my sight as Cade rounded the corner and we hit the highway. I screamed aloud in joy as the wind whipped my hair and I tasted freedom for the first time in my life.

  Chapter 8

  We were out of Flint Springs before I could blink. The open highway shimmered in the distance, beckoning to me as I wrapped my arms tighter around Cade’s rippled torso.

  I was free. I was finally free. Never again would my stepfather lay a hand on me. I was riding with the Devil’s Due now, and no one could ever hurt me again.

  The desert scrub shot by in a blur. We were open, unprotected, without the safety of metal surrounding us. I felt like I was one with the road. The feeling of speed was so much greater on the back of Cade’s bike; so much greater than I had ever experienced bouncing along dirt roads in our broken, beat up pickup truck. Fear fought with ecstasy, until I finally gave in to the thrill.

  Clenching my thighs around the seat, I cautiously unwrapped my viselike grip on Cade and tentatively lifted my arms. When I didn’t instantly go tumbling to my death, I grew bolder. With a shriek, I lifted them high over my head and sat tall. Wind rushed in my ears and I laughed, tendrils of my hair whipping wildly. I had never felt anything like this. I was alive for the first time in nineteen years.

  My excitement made me daring. I rocked forward and backward, bouncing like a little child. Then I gasped when I found the position that allowed the throaty vibrations of the roaring bike to send shockwaves up to my core.

  I laughed wildly and rocked back and forth some more, thrilling as the vibrations shot through me. I felt a sudden downward rush and my stomach dropped low. I squirmed again. I felt a pressure begin to build inside of me and ground mysel
f down into the seat in earnest.

  Cade felt me squirming and arching behind him. He shot an amused look over his shoulder and grabbed my arm so that my whole body was rocked forward against the seat. Pinning me against his back with one hand, he twisted the throttle down sending us surging ahead of the rest of the gang.

  The RPMs made me gasp and then moan. The thrill of our speed, the smell of his sun warmed back and baking skin, the leather, the whiskey, the sweat and the oil and the sweet, sweet taste of freedom on my tongue combined with the vibrations and overwhelmed me.

  With a whoop, I shouted out the orgasm that ripped through my body. The rest of the club drowned out my cries of ecstasy as they rumbled into place around us.

  When my spasms died away, Cade released his hold on me and I rocked back in the seat, completely sated. I laid my head against his back and nuzzled him, thanking him for knowing what I needed.

  Turning my head so my cheek pressed against the soft leather, I closed my eyes in bliss. I had made it. I had done it. Everything I had just been through was worth it. It was worth all of the shame of my naked body on display in front of the whole club, men jumping on and off of me as if I were the town horse. I had survived, and now I was riding with Cade. I was his “old lady,” claimed by him to be his riding companion. I was riding with the Devil’s Due, just like I had always dreamed.

  I tried to hold on to these thoughts as we rode on into the afternoon, but they grew fuzzy with fatigue. The hot sun simmered my unprotected scalp and I felt the prickles of sweat on my brow in spite of the rushing wind. Cade’s jacket grew too hot to lean on and I sat back to cool myself.

  The hot sun overhead made me squint. It was high in the sky now, baking the blacktop of the highway. Ripples of heat swirled up from the road, which combined with the warmth of the engine we straddled.

  I blinked hard, shaking my head, but I was starting to feel dizzy. I squeezed my eyes open and closed, trying to keep the edges of my sight from blurring. I swallowed, but my throat was dust. The roaring in my head was starting to drown out the roaring of the engines. I felt my grip on Cade start to slip.