by Hilary Storm
“Are you sure you can handle it?”
“Ah Addi, you have no idea what you’re asking.” I pull her body against mine. I want her to feel this growing proof that I can handle what she needs. She lets me hold her close longer than I expected while she contemplates what I’m suggesting.
“If you think you can handle me… meet me at my house at 3.” Fuck yes! Finally.
“How ‘bout I just wait here for ya?”
“Suit yourself.” Fuckkkk. That ass has my full attention as she walks away to talk to a table full of drunks. The way she handles them with confidence about her makes her sexy as fuck, and I can’t wait to get my hands on that hair, and let it down. It’s much easier to grip that way.
“Am I interrupting here, big guy?” Soft lips touch my earlobe, just as the breath from her words sends chills over my skin. Damn it... this is getting ready to get fucking complicated.
“Danielle, what brings you-“she interrupts me before I get a chance to put my dig in on her fucked up ways.
“You can just say I missed a few things.” Her hand slides up my leg before she grips my hard on. The one that I have because I was near Addi.
“Oh Jake, is this for me?”
“No fucking way. Get the fuck off of me.”
“Don’t tell me you’re still mad?”
“Nah, I don’t give a fuck about you.”
“I knew you’d hold a grudge. You can’t blame me for tying to better myself.”
“If you’re so much better, why the fuck is your hand grabbing my dick? Won’t your pretty boy get pissed?”
“Who says I’ll let him?”
“Get your fucking hand off of my dick.”
“Oh, Jake don’t be so cranky. You know I could make it worth your time.”
“Oh, so now you want to pay me for sex?”
“If that’s what it takes, I sure do.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“You used to love having sex with me.”
“Yeah. Well, times have changed.”
“Well, what do you say we take a step back in time?”
“I’ll pass.”
“I’ve got a million reasons for you to say yes.”
“You can keep your money. It’s not happening.”
“I’m sure you could use that money.”
“You don’t know a damn thing about me.”
“I can see that you got so much sexier with age. Fuck. I’m loving that beard. You’ve got me squeezing my legs together just thinking about how it will feel.”
“You’ll never know.”
“Don’t say never, Jake we could be great together.”
“You’re still delusional.”
“Oh baby. I’m not crazy. I just remember what this is like.” Her hand squeezes my now limp dick.
I step up to the bar stool and watch the shock on her face as Addi walks up.
“Danielle, I hope you find what you’re looking for. Enjoy your night.”
“How about I stop by tonight?” I watch Addi’s face change from pink to red. Is she getting jealous? Oh, this is perfect.
“He has plans.”
“I’ll just get him another night, no worries here.” Danielle steps down, adjusts her huge tits in that tiny fucking shirt, and then walks away. Addi is glaring at me like I just fucked up everything.
“What?”
“Do you have to let your bitches grope you right in my bar?”
“Hey, I told her to get the fuck away.”
“I bet you did.”
“Believe what you want.” God, she’s sexy as fuck when she’s pissed. I’d love to turn her around, and tear her up against this bar. She’s got her arms crossed, and she can’t even look at me. I turn her around and talk in her ear.
“Look, my plans are to be with you. Tonight, I don’t care if a bitch walks in here naked, drops to her knees, and starts unbuttoning my pants. I’m looking forward to spending the night with you. But just know… we won’t be doing any sleeping.”
“Jake, I don’t know if this a great idea.”
“Oh, it’s the best fucking idea I can think of. Don’t you dare go back on me now.”
“Ok, but can you please let me work? You’re distracting.”
“Want me to leave?”
“Can you just stay out of trouble, and not have someone wrapped around your dick every time you’re in here?” She’s mad. Jealousy is cute on her. I step closer to her, and pull her waist into mine until our bodies bump into each other. I can feel her tits on my chest and her breath on my face. I look into her eyes, giving her my most sincere look with great intentions.
“I’ll try to work on that.” My voice is low, and deep as usual, only a few inches from her lips.
“Thank you.” She moves her lips toward mine, not quite touching me. It’s like her body isn’t moving but her lips are reaching for me, I get it. I’d like a taste too. Fuck it. I pull her closer with one hand on her waist and the other behind her head. Her lips are so soft and full as I slide my tongue past. At first she doesn’t kiss me back, but she doesn’t take long to respond. Her tongue slides into my mouth so delicately, as if she’s controlled and not in any hurry. How is this possible, when I’m ready to fucking pick her up and haul her out of here like a fucking caveman? She runs her hands up my arms and over my chest, slowly pushing me away.
"I'm going to have fun with you tonight.” Her words surprise me. Intrigue me. Tease me. Fuck, how much longer will this night take?
“Can’t wait.”
“We’ll see if you can really handle what I like.” Is she serious?
“Oh. We’ll see if you can handle me.”
“Stay out of trouble.” She walks away, showing me that ass again. I’m gonna fuck that ass soon. It’s going to happen. Handle shit? She has no idea.
Chapter Sixteen
I decide it’s best to wait for her in Jax’s office. There’s just too many women in all the clubs tonight. Hell if there aren’t even quite a few I’ve fucked before all sitting in a booth together in the VIP section as I walk up the stairs.
“Isn’t that Jake Wilson?”
“Oh yeah, that’s Jake! I’d recognize that beard anywhere.” I wave as I pass, praying that none of them try to catch me. Looking over my shoulder, I can see two of them on their feet, following me. Fuck. I push Jax’s door open without a knock, close it quickly and lock that bitch. There’s no way in hell I’m fucking up this night for either one of those whores.
My brother is sitting in his chair watching me with a scowl on his face. Damn it. Can a guy not just chill before he gets his fuck on? I’ve never worked this hard for pussy in my life. My guess is she’ll be well worth the wait.
“Did you fuck her yet?” Oh fuck. No. He’s not supposed to care.
“What’s it to ya?”
“She’s been hurt to the point I had to literally pick her body up off the floor and put her in the shower just to get her to talk. She deserves someone to treat her with respect.”
“I’ve done nothing but respect her.”
“Just promise me you’ll keep it real with her.”
“Always do, brother,”
“Yeah. I know how you do.” I’m just gonna let that shit slide. I can tell by looking at him. He’s not in the best of moods.
“How’s business?”
“Really fuckin good. I’m pretty sure I won’t be getting any time off in the near future, though.”
“You’ll have to hire someone.”
“Can’t until we get all the renovations complete. There are still three sections we’re trying to get plain blue plans on.”
“It’ll be amazing.”
“It will.” He stands and moves to the window that covers one entire wall. He’s watching the crowd, standing there in silence.
“I’d kill for her, you know.”
“Jax, is there more to the two of you than I know about?”
“She’s just a special person and I won’t tolera
te any bullshit towards her. Guess I’m just conflicted because you’re the only other person I’d say that about.”
“I get what you’re saying. If you want her off limits, just say the word. You know I won’t cross any lines you draw.” He stands still as I walk up next to him. There’s no doubt we’re both watching her below us.
“I want her happy. She deserves to have fun and learn to live again. Just remember who you’re dealing with if she gets hurt.”
“I got you loud and clear, brother.”
“Have you heard from Mom lately?”
“No, in fact I’ll try to call her tomorrow.”
“She hasn’t returned my calls in two days. I should’ve gone to check on her today. Dad said she’s just resting a lot. I think we’re going to have to do something.”
“What do you expect? One of her sons died and she didn’t have the chance to say goodbye. Shit, I’m not quite sure how to deal with it all myself.”
“I know what you mean. How is it even possible that ‘lil shit won’t be coming home?”
“Mom’s in denial. She thinks he’s coming home. It’ll take therapy for her to believe anything else. I turn when I hear a very light knock at the door. Remembering I locked it, I move to unlock it.
“Boss, Addi sent me to get a few bottles from the cabinet.”
“Get what you need.” He doesn’t even turn to acknowledge the blonde falling out of her corset and tight ass shorts.
“I need a vacation.”
“Take one.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Hell, even if it’s for a few days. I can help fill in here if you need me to.”
“I may take you up on that in a few weeks.”
“You know I’m here for ya, man.”
“Enough about my depressed ass. What’s going on with you?”
“Looks like I have a new artist in house. He’s got insane skills. You’ll have to let him work something up for you. Maybe that’ll get you out of your funk.”
“Yeah, maybe so. I should probably go check on some things. Feel free to hide in here for as long as you’d like.” It sucks how well he knows me.
Chapter Seventeen
This night has fucking crawled by. When I wasn’t thinking about Shane or the rest of my family, work consumed my thoughts. I’ve had entirely too much time to think. It’s not good for me to be alone with my thoughts for this long. Sitting at this desk has been very productive, though. I’ve had time to think about the new shop in Vegas. I think I know exactly what I need Drew to do to make this happen quickly. I just need to make a trip soon to get the ball rolling.
I hear a key opening the door. Hell, I didn’t even know it was locked.
Addi enters, looking shocked to see me in here. “I’m surprised you’re still hiding out in here.”
“I wouldn’t say that I’m hiding. Maybe I’m just enjoying the quiet.”
“I could see that. It’s definitely quiet in here. Jax wanted this room sound proof.”
Of course my brother would think along those lines, nothing but the best.
“So, are we doing this at my house or yours?” I’m ready to get this night started.
“Mine. I’m almost done here. You can follow me home.” My smile is impossible to hide. I mean fuck, this is gonna be good!
“I’ll meet you in the parking lot when you finish.”
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Her sexy walk gets my attention the second she enters the room. So confident. So serious. Her ass moves perfectly as she takes one step directly in front of the other, not saying a word, even when she gets close to the bed. Her bedroom is very large, perfect for us to explore many positions tonight.
Shit, she practically has me salivating just anticipating her finally letting me touch her. How can so much perfection be wrapped into one body? Her eyes are hungry. It seems as though she’s as hungry as I am for this. “Come here.” I stand to move closer to her, holding my arm out to pull her close.
“I told you, I make the rules tonight.”
Her hand stops mine, and she grips my wrist, letting her thumbs make small traces as she leads me across the room, one slow step after another. I’m not going to lie…my eyes are on that ass and the black lace that isn’t hiding much.
Right now she could lead me to the depths of hell and I’d follow.
“Choose your restraints.” She opens one door to a very large armoire made of solid wood. Hanging on hooks are every type of chain, leather, rope and straps. Fuck, there’s even a basket of handcuffs. My eyes move to the large baskets sitting on the bottom. How much fucking rope does one person need? There are so many ways to tie a person up just staring at me.
How the fuck do I answer this? None…I mean, I’m a guy that likes to fuck, not be fucked. How will I be able to show her what I’ve been holding back if I’m tied the fuck up with all this shit?
“You want me tied up?”
“I told you this wouldn’t work. You’re not ready for my world.”
Her world? Damn it. I’m ready for any fucking thing when it comes to fucking. A few ropes won’t stop me from breaking a fucking bed or wall if I need to get a job done.
“I’m more than ready.”
“Then choose your restraint.”
“Why don’t you choose for me?”
“Because I’m reading you. How you react to me will tell me everything I need to know about you.”
Reading me? Why can’t she just feel me fuck her? That’ll tell her what she needs to know.
I reach into the basket of ropes and pull out the traditional nylon rope you see at every hardware store in the world. Then I grab a few neck ties, hoping she’ll choose that shit over rope.
She opens up the other door, only to reveal a fuck ton of whips, canes, and floggers. Fuck that cane on the right. There’s no fucking way.
“Choose one.”
I grab the blue flogger and hand it to her, not caring what this says about me.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes; I want you stripped down completely. Lying in the center of my bed. I’ll tie your legs when I return.”
She walks out so confidently. This may be her giving me an invitation to run the fuck away, but I’m not taking it. I’m staying to see what the fuck she’s got up her sleeve. Kinky fucking bitch has me curious.
Her sheets are soft and this bed is fucking nice. Four bed posts all adorned in intricate designs that catch my attention immediately. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Dropping my pants to the floor, I crawl into this unique level of heaven, wondering if it will soon turn into hell. Fuck, the mattress feels so damn comfortable. It’s been a busy week, I’m guessing that’s all caught up with me. I pull the sheet over my cock and start thinking about the fact that she may try some insane fucking bondage shit on my dick. That’s where I’ll draw the fucking line. I mean shit, that’s my dick. It doesn’t deserve to be punished because I’m chasing a specific piece of ass when I could walk out of here, make a few calls and have them lined up wherever and whenever I tell them to meet me.
I’m sitting against the pillows at the top of her bed when I hear the door open again. She walks in and sets a wooden box on the chaise lounge that’s against the wall to the right of the bed. My eyes follow her. Call me crazy but she seriously gets fucking sexier every time she enters a room that I’m in. She moves back across the room to pick up my chosen vices and then sets them at the foot of the bed.
“Are you going to lie down?” She’s standing there scolding me with her eyes, slapping the flogger into the palm of her hand. I let my eyes trace the black leather and lace perfectly fitting each of her curves. Her nipples show through and whatever the fuck she’s wearing is crotchless and fucking drop dead sexy. She owns it. Her confidence screams through in the way she’s staring at me, commanding me to move my ass or pay the price of disobeying her.
I slowly slide so that I’m centered in her bed. She reaches for my right arm and guides it to the bed post, sec
uring it to the strap already attached to the frame. How the fuck did I miss that?
My eyes don’t leave her as she keeps that same slow pace around the bed to secure the other one.
“Who’s to say you won’t strap me here and leave me?”
“It’s my bed. You really only need to worry if it’s your own.” She leans over the side table and lights a candle while I watch that fucking outfit she’s wearing. There are so many places for me to grab when I fuck her good. I hope I don’t end up ripping it to pieces.
She slides her hand down my left leg that’s sticking out from under the solid black sheet. Her grip is firm on my ankle as she pulls it to the edge and slowly wraps the thick Velcro strap around it.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand her latching the last one. The thought of being confined completely at someone else’s mercy is fucking with my head.
“You can stop me whenever you’ve had enough.” She must sense my internal struggle as I actually let her move the last limb I have to be strapped in, hopefully for the ride of my fucking life.
“Not even close.”
“You sure about that? You seem scared.”
“I don’t get scared.”
“We’ll see.” She slides the sheet off of me and I feel my dick tugging on it the whole way. Fuck. There it is, standing proud. Her eyes are locked on my cock and it twitches and stretches the entire time. Her tongue runs over her bottom lip just before she tries to hide the fact that she was just salivating for my dick.
“I figured you would be completely covered in tats.”
“Nah, not yet.”
“Those legs are bare, it surprises me.”
“I have a few on my legs.”
“They look naked compared to the rest of you.”
“I have plans for my right leg soon.” Can we have this conversation after we fuck? Shit, my cock is dying to get inside her.
She moves the wooden box onto the bed beside me and opens the latch. I can’t see a fucking thing inside it. Damn it.
She slides one of the ties I chose from the armoire over my foot and across the sheet until it dangles at her side.
“I’m blindfolding you.”
“Why would you do that?”