by Jenika Snow
When she looked into his eyes, the intensity, the determination to have her, made everything else disappear.
“I’m going to have every part of you ten times over, baby, and it will never be enough,” he growled the words out. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll know who you truly belong to.”
Chapter Nineteen
Elena tasted so fucking sweet, and the fact she was a virgin just meant Striker wanted her a hell of a lot more. No one else could give her what she wanted, only he could. He was determined by the end of the night to make her as addicted to his touch as he was to hers. By the end of the night, he was going to make it impossible for her to leave him.
Striker knew he was being an evil fucker, but he didn’t care. All of his life he’d been looking for a woman like Elena, and now that he’d found her, he wasn’t going to let her go. Her submissiveness called to him, making him want not only to care for her, but also to provide her with the rules and boundaries she needed to thrive. She would thrive in his care and love.
“If at any time you want me to stop, you say the word, and I will stop.”
“I’m not going to ask you to stop, Striker. This is what I want. I want to belong to you.”
“You’ve got to make your decision tonight.”
“I will.”
He saw in her eyes that she had already made her decision. Striker was going to make sure she didn’t regret it. Kicking open his door, he carried her over to the bed and laid her down in the center.
“I’m going to tie you to the bed. Give me your hand.”
She didn’t hesitate, giving him her hand, and he wrapped the silk bind around her wrist. He made sure that while it wasn’t too tight, she couldn’t get free and moved to the other side of the bed.
“Do you tie all of your women here?” she asked.
“I don’t bring women back here, baby.” He bound her other wrist to the bed and climbed on the bed. Striker spread her thighs open and settled between them. Her pussy was wide open and ready for the taking even though he didn’t look at her. “You’re the only one I’ve had in this bed.”
He ran his hands from her waist up to her tits, cupping them in his hands. Pressing his thumbs to her nipples, he moved his thumbs from side to side, watching her buds harden beneath his touch. She was so responsive, and she turned him on just by her body’s reactions.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said.
Pinching her nipples, he loved the way she cried out. She tried to close her legs but he kept her open, waiting for his touch. He wanted her screaming his name and begging for him to fuck her so that when he slid his dick inside her tight cunt, she wouldn’t feel any pain.
Releasing her breasts, he moved down, and finally allowed himself to look at her pretty pussy. Opening her lips, he stared down at her swollen clit. Her cunt was red from his slaps, and she was soaking wet with cream.
He’d never known a woman to be so aroused by having her pussy slapped. The women at Zeke’s club were paid to take it, but it didn’t mean they actually enjoyed it.
Elena loved it. Her body loved feeling pain and pleasure combined.
Sliding his fingers through her cream, he reached down circling her virgin cunt. He was going to enjoy taking that cherry, and he was going to do it with his cock. Running his finger back up, he circled her clit and watched her reaction. She loved every touch he gave her.
She yanked on the binds that held her in place, but she didn’t beg him to stop. Elena kept arching up to him, trying to get him to touch her even more.
Withdrawing his hands, he sucked his finger into his mouth, tasting her cream. “I’m the one in charge, baby. You do what I tell you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Lie still. I want to lick your pussy, and you’re going to stay still while I play with you.”
He saw her take a deep breath and nodded.
Capturing her hips, he lifted her up, and kept staring into her eyes as he slid his tongue across her clit. She wasn’t allowed to come; he’d denied her that right until he was ready.
Tonguing her pussy, he couldn’t resist watching the fight in her eyes as she stayed still. So perfect, so submissive, and she didn’t move. Elena allowed him to play, tongue her clit, and suck on her pussy.
This was the woman he’d been waiting to share his life with. The one woman destined to be his, and he wasn’t going to let her go.
For over thirty minutes, he licked, sucked, and played with her pussy; throughout it all, Elena didn’t move. She opened her body up to him and let him have his way with her. He finally had his own little toy to play with exactly the way he wanted.
Releasing her pussy, he pressed his fingers against her clit, and leaned over her. “Taste your pussy on my mouth, baby,” he said.
She leaned up and took possession of his lips. She licked around his lips before sliding inside and kissing him deeply.
“You taste amazing.”
“Striker?”
“I want you to come for me now, Elena. Come all over my fingers so I can slide my cock inside you and give you what you need.”
Like the good little submissive that she was, she came as he fingered her pussy. He took possession of her mouth for one final kiss. Rearing back, he kept his fingers on her pussy and gripped his cock. He was ready to fuck her. Aligning the tip to her entrance, he pressed the head inside, removed his fingers from her clit, and slammed all the way inside.
He felt her hymen tear as he took her as his own, claiming not only her virginity, but the woman as well. Elena belonged to him now in more ways than one. She was his woman.
She screamed his name, bucking up against him.
The binds kept her in place. Reaching over her, he released her hands, and held her close. She gripped his shoulders; he expected her to push him away, but she didn’t.
“It hurts.”
“I know, baby.” He wasn’t small, and he’d tried to get her ready so it wouldn’t be as painful. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her, not like this.
The pain he gave was the kind that she needed. This was not what he wanted.
Claiming her lips, he wrapped his arms around her, trying his hardest to protect her, and show her the kind of love that she deserved.
“I will protect you with my very life, Elena. No one will ever hurt you.” Cupping her cheek, he forced her to look at him as he spoke.
“I believe you.”
Taking possession of her lips, he tightened his arms around her body and turned them on the bed so that she was over him.
“Striker, what are you doing?”
“This is your first time. You know what you want, and how much you can take. Ride me, baby.”
Her hands rested on his stomach, and Striker couldn’t help but admire her thick curves. His little innocent was out of her comfort zone.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“First, you wait until you’re ready to ride my cock.”
“Huh?”
“Does it hurt?” He stroked her clit and groaned as her pussy gripped his cock even tighter. She was tight as fuck, and it was like his cock was in a vice.
She gave a little wiggle and shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt, not at all.”
Grabbing her hips, he got her to start riding his cock, easing her up, nearly taking her off his cock, then stopped, and pulled her back down.
“Does that hurt?” he asked.
“No, it feels so good.”
Her nipples were rock hard, pressing forward. “Get to know what you like.”
“I thought you liked being the one in charge.”
“I do, but I’m not a total asshole. This is your first time. Consider it a gift I’m giving you, letting you ride my dick, baby. I won’t be giving you these freebies often.”
Chapter Twenty
This was all so new to Elena, but it felt so good, felt so right. Striker was now on his back, and she rose above him, her legs on either side
of his big body, his huge cock poised right at her entrance. Her pussy was sore, but it was that delicious burn and stretch that told her this was what life was about, this was what experience was made of.
“Go on, baby, put my dick inside of you, and move up and down. Find your pleasure, too.”
She reached between them, grabbed his monstrous cock, and kept him positioned where she wanted him. Having him inside her was uncomfortable, not just because this was her first time, but because of his size in general. He’d stretched her, filled her to the point she felt full. But she didn’t want this to stop.
Lowering herself on him, she felt the wide head of his erection push into her body. A gasp of pleasure and discomfort left her, but she didn’t want it to stop, didn’t want any of this to end. This was the first time in her life she’d felt anything remotely real.
This was the first time she’d ever felt alive, like she wasn’t living a lie.
He grunted. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, so wet and hot.”
She pushed all the way down until she moaned at the exquisite feeling of him fully inside of her.
“Ride me, baby.”
She did as he said, rising up and pushing back down, over and over again until she was losing her mind with the feelings bombarding her. But as she felt her breasts sway at her movement, felt that warmth steal over her, Striker had her on her back again, her thighs pushed apart wide, and his big body wedged between them. He was still deep in her body, had her hands above her head, and kept hold of her wrists with one of his hands.
“That’s about all the control I can give you, baby.”
She didn’t care, because she liked having him be the dominant, loved having him give her everything.
He started pulling out and thrusting back in, not giving her time to adjust to his huge size.
The hand not holding her wrists was beside her head, and she could see the way his bicep flexed from the force it was taking him to hold himself above her. He was shallowly thrusting into her, and looking right into her eyes.
“Put those gorgeous thighs around me, let me really get deep, really fuck you, Elena.”
Elena wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels at the small of his back.
He groaned again and renewed his pumping efforts.
Striker was like a wild man, thrusting, pumping, bringing her so close to the edge and then stopping right before she went over. His hold on her wrists was painfully tight, her fingers tingling, starting to go numb, but god, she loved it.
Her pussy was so wet for him, and the sound of his skin slapping against hers reverberated in the room.
“So wet and tight.” He growled against her neck and picked up speed. He started running his teeth along her neck, sending painful pleasure through her entire body.
“Come for me, baby, squeeze that pussy on my cock, milk the cum from me.”
Her mouth opened on a silent cry, and she was falling over the edge into mindless, blissful completion. She mewled out as the orgasm wreaked havoc on her body and mind. Just as the high started to slowly dwindle, she found herself flipped on her belly. It was crazy to want more, to need more, but she did.
Palms flat on the mattress and legs spread wide, she waited for him to make his next move.
“Pop that ass out and let me see the pussy that belongs to me,” he grunted the words out.
She did as he ordered, feeling the chilled air move over her bottom and between her thighs. Her pussy still convulsed from the after tremors of her orgasm. With her chest flat on the mattress, and her ass was high in the air, she wanted him to take her from behind, to control her this way, as well.
Elena closed her eyes when she felt his fingers skate over her slit and gather her cream right before thrusting them deep in her body. There was no tensing, no worries about what was going to happen next as he fucked her with the digits for only a second. Finally, he pulled his fingers out, gave her ass a hard smack, and she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance again.
He pushed into her in one fluid motion, and she bit her lip and closed her eyes at the feeling. The sheets were tightly fisted between her fingers, and he started thrusting in and out of her hard enough she started sliding up on the bed. And then he covered her back with his chest, placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her stationed, and started sucking at the side of her throat. He’d already ensured her pleasure before his by bringing her to climax numerous times but still, he had yet to find his own release.
“You’re mine, Elena. No one will ever have you, ever think about having you.” He slammed into her hard enough she cried out, and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. “I’ll hunt down the ones that hurt you and make them pay.” He thrust into her again and again. “I’ll make them wish they’d never hurt you.”
A shiver wracked her body. She didn’t answer, couldn’t. He pulled back, and the sting of his hand coming into contact with her ass had her gasping, but then he smoothed his palm over the hurt, making the pleasure rise. He continued to push into her and pull back out.
Over and over again, he pumped his cock into her pussy.
“Beg me for my cum.” His voice was thick like honey, but not sweet. It was strong, hard, dark, and masculine.
She felt herself blush, not because he was being crude, but because she did want his cum and saying it out loud would make her feel like this was even more real.
“I want your cum, Striker.”
He groaned in pleasure. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?” He pulled out so just the tip was lodged in her pussy. He pushed back in hard enough a gaps left her.
“Yes,” she moaned. She wanted to tell him to do it, to beg him to end her misery. Tears stung her eyes, but they were the good kind. This was like nothing she’d ever felt.
She squeezed her pussy around him.
“Fuck, Elena. You’re tempting a beast.”
Maybe she was, but right now she didn’t even care.
The burn of pain and being stretched soon vanished and something far more pleasing and electrifying took its place. Each time he pushed into her, the desire heightened. His groans were enough to have her nearing yet another orgasm, but it was his finger rubbing her clit that had her screaming out. She turned her head and closed her eyes, letting wave after wave of pleasure consume her.
One thrust, two thrusts, and on the third one, he buried himself balls deep and cursed loudly. His language was crass and vile, but it reflected the strong emotions she was sure he felt. It seemed like a long time before he finally slumped on her, his big body warming her, suffocating her until she was gasping for breath.
When he pulled out of her and rolled onto his side, he surprised the hell out of her by placing a hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy hole, and pushing his cum that had started to seep out of her back in her body. He rubbed the slick jizz all over her pussy, as if marking her. He finally wrapped his body around hers, holding her tightly to him. She didn’t question the intimacy of it. No, she just closed her eyes and let the post-euphoric haze consume her. She could worry about what this meant and what would really happen at the end of all of this, later. Right now, she just wanted to bask in the after effects of what Striker had just done for her, given her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Elena had to make her decision, and Striker held her just a little tighter. He’d taken her virginity, and as far as he was concerned, she belonged to him. No one was going to take her away, but he’d made her a promise, and he intended to see it through even if it killed him.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“It can be like that every single night.”
“That’s what I want.” She released a sigh. “Is it always like this?”
“It depends on the man you’re with. I can’t guarantee that all men are good in bed.”
She let out a giggle and rolled over, resting her hand on his chest and lifting up. “Not other men, silly. You, me, us, will it always be like this?”
“Yeah, b
aby.”
She smiled.
“You’re not thinking of running away?”
“No, I’m not.”
Striker reached out, stroking her cheek. “Does this mean you’re not backing out.”
“I’m going to be your girl, Striker. Your old lady and whatever else you want me to be.”
Cupping her cheek, he stroked his thumb across her lips. “You won’t regret it.”
Nerd was looking over the file he’d gained on Elena’s parents when his cell phone rang. Without looking at the screen, he answered.
“Nerd, I’ve got a favor to ask,” Striker said on the other end.
“You and your fucking favors. What do you want now?” he asked. He didn’t mind doing work for his brothers. He lived for the club and helping every single brother out, even Shakes. Considering Shakes wasn’t patched in any longer, and had almost gotten them all killed, he was still willing to help the man out. The Soldiers of Wrath were his family, in his blood, and he would serve them until he took his last breath, even if technically Shakes wasn’t a Patch anymore.
“You love me, motherfucker,” Striker teased. “Elena’s parents, do you know where they are?” he asked.
“Do you want me to check and see if they’ve reached out to some places, looking for Elena?” Nerd had done his research, and he knew her parents had stopped in a diner close to where Elena used to live, asking about her. They’d posted some pictures.
Nerd didn’t like it. He didn’t like the thought of anyone chasing after Striker’s old lady, hell, females in general. Striker had laid claim to her, and now in the eyes of the club, she had to be protected at all cost.
“I need to know more about them. You got foundation stuff, I want to know everything. Can you find out as much information as you can?” Striker asked.
“I’ll head out now. I’ll take Joker with me. He’s always good for getting information out of people.” Joker was also the VP, so if he decided to handle Elena’s parents, Demon wouldn’t argue.
“Thanks brother.”