by Jenika Snow
“All ready?” Striker asked in that deep voice that sent shivers throughout her whole body.
Nodding, she adjusted her jacket and followed him to his waiting SUV. Once inside, she looked over at him, watched as his forearms and biceps flexed at just a slight movement, and felt her body heat. She might be a virgin, but she wasn’t dead or blind. Striker pushed all the right buttons for her, and knowing, or at least hoping, he was more of a dominant man, had images of what he could do to her filling her mind.
“I have some things I want to talk to you about, Elena.”
She swallowed, not knowing if his cryptic tone should worry her. “I need to talk to you, as well.”
He looked over at her; she knew she needed to tell him about her virginity, about her dark desires, and ask him about the picture she’d found. She needed to know if he was into the same things she’d fantasized about. Elena just hoped she didn’t make a fool out of herself.
Striker watched Elena walk into his place and then he shut the door. He needed to talk to her about her family, see if there were any other details she could give him, but he also needed to talk to her about personal shit. He needed to tell her about wanting her and claiming her as his old lady, about the desires he had, how they ran on the darker side. He needed to tell her a lot of shit that would probably frighten her and have her running in the other direction.
Although he didn’t know if she was a virgin, he had a pretty damn good guess that she was. And because of that, he knew she probably didn’t know anything about BDSM, about submitting to a dominant man like him.
He walked into the living room, but just stood there, obviously nevous. She was twisting her hands together, and he knew the sooner he got this over with the better. After he said what he needed to say, he’d take it from there based on her response.
“Have a seat, Elena, and don’t look so worried.”
Not until you’ve heard what I have to say.
Once she was seated, he went into the kitchen, grabbed two glasses, and a bottle of whiskey. Striker moved back toward her, sat is ass on the coffee table facing her, and poured them both two fingers of the alcohol.
“I’ve never had liquor before,” she said, taking the glass.
“You might need it for what I’m going to tell you.”
She licked her lips and nodded. He couldn’t help but smirk as she took a sip of the whiskey, her face turning red, and her voice sounding hoarse as she gasped.
But Striker pushed his amusement away, because the sooner he got through this, the more time she’d have to process it all.
“I want you as my old lady, Elena.”
Her eyes widened a bit. “Your old lady?”
He nodded. “Do you know what that means?”
She looked down at her hands. “Not really, but,” she lifted her head and looked at him again, “I can guess.”
“It means I want you as mine, only mine. No one else will touch you. You already have my protection, but you’ll have my club’s as well.” He set his glass down after he finished off the whiskey. “It means that I own you, Elena, the same as you own me.”
She was silent for moment, but he wanted to just finish this shit.
“But I also need to tell you who and what I am before you decide if that’s the life you want.”
“We hardly know each other.”
He nodded. “Yeah, but tell me this doesn’t feel really fucking right.”
She didn’t answer for a second, but then licked her lips and nodded. “It does,” she whispered.
He took her hand in his. “I want you to know that I’m a dominant man; I am also a man that likes to inflict pain during sex because it gives me, and also my submissive, pleasure.” He noticed the way the pulse at the base of her throat jumped. “That’s the type of dark desires I have, and I want you as mine, in every way. If you’re in this with me, you’re in this all the way.”
Chapter Fifteen
Old lady.
Protection.
All the way.
The words echoed through her mind as she stared at Striker. Elena’s pussy grew slick as she stared into Striker’s eyes. The heat, the promise of pain turned her on, and her body was on fire for more.
“Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“I’d belong to you; I’d have your protection and the club?”
“Baby, I like pain.” He placed his hand on her knee. “I need you to understand what you’re getting into.”
“If I don’t want pain or sex with you, will you toss me out on the street?” she asked.
“No, of course not. I’m not a fucking bastard to women.”
“I’m kind of confused.”
“I’m not going to pressure you into anything.”
“I saw one of your pictures,” she whispered. “Where the woman was bound and had marks,” she said even softer. “I’ve never been normal, Striker. I’m not saying that I’ll be able to take extreme pain, or that I’ll even be good at it. You see, I’ve never actually had sex before, and I don’t know what I’ll like.”
He held his hand up, and Elena stopped, thankful that he was giving her chance to calm down. Biting her lip, she hoped he didn’t see her nervousness. Elena wanted what he was offering, and she wanted it really bad.
“You’re a virgin?”
“I come from a religious family. They don’t allow us to, er, be alone with men, or anyone who could influence us. I’m untouched.”
“Even after being away from your family?”
“Earning a living and staying safe seemed to be the only things that were important. I didn’t want to have sex with just anyone. It does mean something to me.”
“Being my old lady would be like a marriage between us. Not in the eyes of the church, but to the club, it’s important.”
Everything he was saying gave her more reason to want him.
“I want that. I want you and to be your old lady.”
“Calm down, baby. This is not something you’re going to be tested on, and there will be no pressure.”
Elena smiled. “I know what I want.”
“Once you become mine, there’s no backing out. This is not a decision to take lightly.”
“I want to.”
“You’re rushing into this.”
“I’m not.”
“Okay, how about we experiment?” he asked.
“Why are you giving me chance to back out?”
“Because you’re a virgin, have been through a trauma, and you’ve got no idea what you’re getting into.”
“Then show me.” She looked down at her hands and then back at him.
“What?”
“Show me what you want to do to me. If you want me to have an idea of what you want to do to me, then do it.” She took a deep breath, and arousal struck her hard thinking about his hands on her. The picture she’d looked at showed a woman submitting to a man. She wanted to submit to Striker.
Elena wanted to know what it was like to have his hand, or his belt, on her ass. She’d gladly take whatever punishment he wanted to give her, if it pleased him.
“You want me to show you?”
“Yes. Don’t turn me away, please.”
He ran a hand down his face, clearly looking a little out of sorts. She’d never opened herself up to anyone, yet she was baring herself in more ways than she’d ever thought possible.
“You want me to show you?”
“Yes.”
He groaned softly. “I’ll go easy on you.”
“Okay.” Excitement filled every part of her, and she really wanted him so much.
“Stand up. I don’t want you in any clothing.” He sat back, resting his head on his hand, watching her.
“Now? Strip right here?”
“Yes.”
She stood up and removed her jacket. Her hands shook a little as she started to take off each item of clothing. The dress she wore as a uniform fell to the floor at her feet; she kicked off her shoes
and then removed her underwear. Within seconds, she stood before him completely naked, and she took a deep breath.
Shit.
I’m naked.
Now, I’m cursing.
“Look at me, baby,” Striker said.
She stared into his eyes, not aware that she’d immediately looked at the floor.
“I knew you were a natural submissive, but I didn’t know how damn much. It comes naturally to you, doesn’t it?”
Elena didn’t know how to answer him, and so she remained quiet.
“Stay there,” he said.
She stood perfectly still as he moved out of her sight. The desire to look behind her was strong, but she stopped herself from breaking his rules. Did he like what he saw? She fisted her hands at her side and counted in her head. When she reached ten, she did it again, hearing noise in the background as he moved stuff. What was he doing?
Striker’s dick was threatening to burst out of his jeans. Fucking hell. He’d known she’d be a looker, but he wasn’t prepared for how fucking hot and perfect she was. His dick was begging to get inside her sweet cunt. No, not sweet cunt. She had a sweet, virgin cunt.
No other dick had been inside her before.
And I’ll be the only one that ever gets that privilege.
Standing behind her, he couldn’t help but admire her rounded ass. Grabbing the coffee table, he shoved it toward the far wall, out of his way. He started moving other items out of the way so that he had enough room. Walking up behind her, he took hold of her arm, and helped her move toward the center of the room. He heard her little gasp as he touched her.
Simply touching her and hearing that little noise come from her turned him on. Striker counted inside his head to keep himself balanced. If he didn’t control himself now, he was going to lose it, and ruin any chance he had of keeping Elena forever. He’d terrify her, and she’d run away from him faster than anything.
“What are you feeling?” he asked.
“Everything.”
Running his hands down her body, he caressed her ass, gliding up to her back, and then down her arms. Her skin was so soft.
Untouched.
He shouldn’t be happy about that little fact, but he was. He fucking loved that she was going to belong to him.
He wrapped his arms around her, his fingers locked together, holding her close. His dick pressed against her ass, and he kissed her lips.
“How are you feeling now?” he murmured against her mouth.
“I love it when you touch me, Striker. You haven’t done anything to scare me.”
“You’ve not been a naughty girl. I don’t need to punish you. I’m going to take my clothes off. I want you to stay exactly where you are.” He released her, stepping away and giving her some space. Taking off his leather cut, he draped it over the sofa. Still staring into her eyes, he slowly started to get naked.
The tension in the air mounted.
Once he was naked, he stood in front of her. His cock was rock hard, and he wrapped his fingers around his shaft.
“Look at what you do to me,” he said.
Her eyes moved down his body, and he loved it. This is what had been missing from his life. The empty fucks, and the number of women he’d dominated hadn’t left him feeling like this.
Elena made him yearn for something more.
Striker wanted to dominate her, fuck her, and make her his. He’d do whatever it took to claim her as his own and never look back. He’d watched his brothers fall for their women, and each time, he’d wanted to find a woman for himself.
Elena was that woman.
He was going to make her his old lady and his submissive, and he was never going to let her go.
Chapter Sixteen
“I want you to be yourself, to show me what it’s like to be with a man that will control me, give me the pleasure I’ve always thought was wrong.”
He watched her swallow, her words making his dick so damn hard, causing the Dom in him rise up like a violent fucking beast. He knew she had no idea what her words did to him, how they affected every part of his body and soul. Hearing her willingly submit to him, seeing her standing before him, waiting and ready for what he’d give her, was the biggest turn on. It was also a gift, and one he didn’t want to spoil.
She’d been in a traumatic event just a short time ago, and as much as he wanted to give her the time she might need, it was clear she was opening up to him. It was clear she was ready to do this. It might be on his terms, but she also held the power and control.
“You stop this with one word.”
She nodded.
“What will be your Safeword, baby?”
It took her a second, but then she said, “Freedom.”
Damn, wasn’t that fitting in more ways than one?
“Things start getting to intense, you feel comfortable, or anything hurts in a way that isn’t giving you pleasure, you use your Safeword right away, got it, baby?”
She nodded again.
“I’ll try and go slow, ease you in, but when I’m in a scene, it’s hard to detach sometimes. I’m in Dom mode, but your safety, your comfort, and your pleasure are my priorities.”
“A scene?”
She sounded so nervous, and he hated and fucking loved that. He hated it because Striker didn’t want her to be worried he’d go too far with her. But on the other hand, he was excited because she was exactly what he was looking for in a submissive partner. She was his, only his. Her virgin pussy would only ever know his cock, his fingers ... his mouth.
His dick jerked and he reached down and palmed himself, loving that her eye widened as she watched him being lewd. He noticed she stared at his cock, watched with big eyes as he jerked himself off. Her body was a work of damn art.
She had hips that were wide, made for his hands to hold onto as he fucked her, claimed her. Her thighs were nice and thick and would feel really fucking good wrapped around his waist as he plowed in and out of her. And her pussy, damn, her pussy was covered in a thatch of dark hair, but he could still see her slit, could even see the slight glossiness between her thighs as she shifted on her feet.
Lifting his gaze up her rounded belly and to her breasts, his cock jerked again. Her tits were big and round, the areolas a darker shade of rose, her nipples hard from her obvious arousal. She was breathing heavily, her emotions clear for him to see.
“Get on your knees,” he said in a deep, commanding voice. He didn’t know if this would lead to them fucking, but he’d sure as fuck show her the kind of pain he delivered, the kind that paved the way to pleasure.
Elena got on her knees in front of Striker. Her heart was thundering, her nerves were a wreck, but she was soaked between her thighs, so aroused she didn’t know if the warmth would ever leave.
Looking at his cock, she swallowed at the size of him. Her inner muscles clenched. He was huge, thick and long, the head bulbous and dotted with cum.
“You like looking at my dick?” he said in his serrated voice.
All she could do was nod.
“Stop staring at it and suck it. Put it between those pretty lips of yours.” His command was hard, unyielding, and she knew she’d never get enough. This is what she’d wanted, fantasized about.
“You want pain to reach your pleasure, and I need to give you that pain to reach mine.”
She watched in awe as he continually stroked himself, as if waiting for her to obey him.
“Go on, Elena, put my dick in your mouth.”
Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict and her mouth water. Yes, she did want him in every way imaginable. He grabbed a chunk of her hair, but it was still gentle. She knew he was trying to give her the time to accept this. But she was already prepared. Elena felt like she’d been waiting for this her entire life.
She couldn’t hold back her moan.
“That’s it, Elena, moan for me, let me know you like it, that you want more.” He moved an inch forward, his hand in her hair, and his other hand still
around his dick. He started rubbing the tip along her lips, and she moaned again. “I bet your virgin pussy is all nice and juicy right now.”
A gush of wetness left her at his words, and she clenched her thighs together to try and stem the pleasure.
“Now, open wide, baby.” He moved the slick tip of his shaft along her lips over and over again until she complied.
She parted her lips, lifted her eyes to look at his face, and sucked him into her mouth.
“That’s it,” he growled out. “Slide your tongue around my dick, lick all that pre-cum off the tip.”
She did as he said, the salty flavor of his seed covering her tongue. Flattening her tongue, taking more of him in her mouth, she sucked on him, not because she knew what she was doing, but using the moans of pleasure he made. She’d never done anything sexual before, and although she felt like she’d been thrown into the deep end, she loved every second of this.
He started thrusting himself in and out of her mouth. His cum exploded on her tongue, covered the entire interior of her mouth, and she wanted more, needed it. Elena didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she wanted all of his cum filling her mouth, running down the back of her throat. God, she felt like she was losing control with Striker, like she couldn’t get enough.
She placed her hands on his muscled, thick thighs, and started bobbing her head. Her nails were digging into his skin, and he hissed as if in pain, but started fucking her mouth harder. And then he grabbed her hands in one of his, his fingers curled around her wrists, holding her immobile.
“Don’t stop sucking my cock, Elena,” he ground the words out.
She stared up at him still, his cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed. He tightened his hand on her wrists. There was pain, and it was immediate, intense, but the pleasure that followed had her eyes widening and her heart beating faster.