by Jenika Snow
“Yes.”
Leaning over her, he gripped his shaft, and pressed the tip to the entrance of her pussy. In one smooth, hard thrust, he slammed every single inch of his dick within her tight pussy. She cried out and screamed his name.
“I’m not a small man, and you’re going to feel every single inch of me.”
Alessandria gripped his arms and bit her lip. “I’ve never had a man so big.”
He smiled. Pulling out of her cunt, he slammed back inside. She winced and moaned at the same time. He gave her pain and pleasure combined, caring for her as well. It was strange, even to Zeke. He wouldn’t hurt her, and yet he relished giving her pain.
Causing hurt was something different as far as he was concerned than pain. With pain, he controlled how much she was given, and she took it willingly. Hurting her was crossing the line that she didn’t want him to. Zeke would listen to her, and make sure that the pleasure he gave her was only the kind that she wanted and that she’d enjoy.
“Tonight, we’re going to fuck and explore each other, learn what gives us pleasure, and then we’ll hit our pain levels.” Her nails sank into his arms, and he groaned. “Good girl, but two people can play at that game.”
Zeke pulled out of her pussy, flipped her back over so that she was on her knees. He slapped her ass playfully before slamming his dick back inside her. Alessandria’s cries were heady, and he loved being the cause of them.
He took the long length of her hair in his fist and wrapped it around his wrist. Tugging back, he pulled Alessandria against him. “I feel the way your pussy grips me. You’re soaking wet. I’m not wearing a condom, but I know you got the shot for birth control from my doctor friend. You’re going to give me this pussy whenever I want it, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Please, Zeke, fuck me good.”
He yanked on her hair and slammed inside her, going as deep as he could, right to the hilt inside her pussy. Zeke didn’t let up, and he kept hold of her hair even as he fucked her.
Alessandria begged and pleaded with him to give her release, and he ignored her. She wasn’t going to get any kind of release until he was damn good and ready. Pounding her pussy, he groaned as each clench squeezed his dick like a fucking vise. He didn’t want to leave her.
Zeke had been on this world for a long damn time, and in all of those years, he’d never connected to anyone. He’d loved his daughter, but there hadn’t been a woman who matched him. Alessandria was that woman, and he wanted to experience every single feeling there was to be had; love, lust, desire, rage, greed, all of it. She’d stumbled into his world, broken and fragile, and she’d completely shattered his soul. In that moment, he felt he wasn’t anyone unless he had her in his life.
“You’re mine.” He held her hair in one hand, and with the other, he wrapped his fingers around her neck. Zeke didn’t squeeze, he held the tips of his fingers over her pulse. “All mine.”
“Yes.” She whispered the word, but it was enough for him.
Tearing out of her pussy, Zeke flipped her over, spread her legs wide, and proceeded to pound his way inside her. He chanted her name over and over again.
They were meant to be together, and every single night he would take Alessandria so she would know there was no one else who could give her this kind of release. Only he could give her what she needed.
“Yes, Zeke, please, I need to come.”
Flicking his fingers across her clit, he watched her splinter apart in his arms.
ALESSANDRIA HAD NEVER in her life experienced an orgasm like that, and she knew she would willingly be Zeke’s slave for the rest of her life. Collapsing on the bed, she watched him kiss down her body. When he got to her pussy, he opened the lips of her sex, and flicked his tongue across her clit.
She jerked up and placed her hand on his hand.
“Sensitive?”
“Yes, I’ve, erm, I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
Zeke smiled, pressing a kiss to her thigh before stepping away from the bed. She watched him, a little confused, as he sat down on a chair in the corner of the room. There were no arms on the chair, and he tapped his lap. “Come here.”
Climbing off the bed, she went to him. Licking her lips, she stepped in front of him, and fisted her hands at her side, in an attempt not to cover her body. It was hard. She wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. Alessandria only knew abuse but she forced those feelings aside. Zeke wasn’t abusing her. She wanted him, and he wanted her. That wasn’t going to change, at least not to her it wasn’t.
He gripped his cock. “Slide that pretty pussy over my dick.”
Straddling his waist, she tucked her hair behind her ear, and slowly eased down onto his rock hard cock. He was already slick with her cream, and as she glided down him, he filled her with ease.
She slammed down, grinding her pelvis onto his, moaning as he filled her completely. With her on top, she had the control of how much she took of him, and she loved every single inch of him. Alessandria gripped his shoulders, and without waiting for his permission, she started to bounce on his cock, rolling her hips, and whimpering at the incredible pleasure that was rushing through her body. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. He was perfect, and this was perfect.
Zeke held her ass, and squeezed the cheeks, helping to increase the pace, and lifting her a little higher.
“Look at us, Alessandria. Look at your beautiful pussy taking me. You look so fucking good, baby. That’s it; ride my dick. Show me how much you want me.”
“I want you, Zeke. Don’t let me go. Please, don’t let me go. I want you. I’ll always want you.”
They fucked hard, and Zeke didn’t let up. She wanted to come again, but he wouldn’t let her. He took control even as she rode him. There was no mistaking who the boss was. Zeke was so much stronger. She wasn’t afraid. Alessandria loved how strong and dangerous he was.
She stared into her eyes, not wanting to miss a second as he gave himself to her.
“Fuck, baby. You undo me.”
“Come for me, Zeke. Give me your pleasure.” She pressed her lips to his, feeling out of place. There hadn’t been much time in her life for kissing.
Zeke groaned, moving his hand from her ass to sink into her hair. He cupped the back of her head, and thrust up. His growl, and his cock pulsing, let her know that he’d found his pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around his neck a little tighter.
He broke the kiss first. She didn’t know how much time had passed, it could have been minutes, but it was probably more like seconds.
“Have you kissed many men?”
Shaking her head, she bit her lip. “Are my kisses bad?”
“They lack experience. It’s okay; I’ve got a long time to teach you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, baby.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Open them just a little.”
She parted her lips, and he smiled.
“You’ve got to learn to explore lips.” His tongue teased across hers, and she moaned at the smallest touch. Zeke was awakening parts of her body she thought had died so long ago. “Take your time. A good kiss doesn’t need to be rushed. It’s about exploring each other as much as anything. Try it.”
She cupped his cheek, leaned in close, and explored his slightly parted lips. Following his instructions, she took her time, loving the little strokes he made, playing with her body.
Zeke pulled away. “Then you enter my mouth.”
He started by showing her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, and she responded, giving him her tongue, and whimpering as he teased hers with his.
Once again, he separated their lips, and she groaned, missing his touch. “Your turn.”
She repeated the kiss, falling in love with him all over again with every second that passed.
Minutes passed, and she was more than happy to kiss him. She squeaked as he picked her up and carried her over to the bed.
“You’re a good student, baby. I can’t wait
to teach you everything that you’ve missed.”
He dropped her to the bed, and she felt his seed leaking out of her pussy. She went to close her legs, but he wouldn’t let her. Zeke placed his hand between her thighs and pressed his finger deep inside her. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, baby. You’re not going to be able to walk without feeling me.”
“I can’t wait.”
Opening her arms and her thighs, she welcomed him.
Zeke moved between her thighs, and she mewled as he slid his hardening cock back inside her. “I’m just going to stay here until I’m rock hard, and then I’m going to fuck you again.”
“I’m not complaining.” She placed her hand over his heart. “I will do anything for you.”
Zeke touched her cheek, and she was sure she detected a hint of sadness but she didn’t know why, and was too scared to ask. What would she do if he sent her away? She loved him. He was the first man she’d loved that was real love, with Gerald it had been a stupid, naive crush, and she didn’t want to leave Zeke, whereas she wanted to leave Gerald.
She would just have to make it impossible for him to let her go by being everything he needed.
Chapter Seventeen
“ANYONE ELSE HAVE anything to bring up?”
Striker looked at Demon, the president of The Soldiers of Wrath MC. They’d just finished discussing business in Church, and although his club, and whatever had to be said regarding it, was his life, Striker was jonesing for a piece of ass at Dominion. Maybe he had a problem? He couldn’t stop thinking about administering the pain and receiving the pleasure from it. His mind was wrapped up in seeing those submissive females on their knees, their needs visible on their faces. Or maybe none of those women gave him what he needed, and that’s why he felt this void in him, and no amount of whipping, domination, or going to Dominion would take care of those cravings?
“Striker?”
At the sound of his name, Striker snapped out of his thoughts. He turned and faced Demon, the president watching him curiously.
“Are you with us, boy?”
Striker gave a sharp nod. “Always, prez.”
“Good, because I asked if you were going with Steel, Nerd, and a few of the other Patches and prospects, on the run to pick up the guns from the Red Bloods, and all I got was dead air from you.”
“I’m sorry. I guess my mind wasn’t in the game.” God, he needed to get his shit together. He couldn’t jeopardize the club, not with his sexual needs. Going on a gun run to into the Red Bloods territory, an MC that the Soldiers had recently made alliances with was a big fucking deal. It also meant they’d be going through hostile gang territory, so being all in, making sure he wasn’t thinking about anything but this, was what he needed to focus on.
Striker needed to push the thoughts of his own desires away, focus on the shit at hand, and only when he didn’t have more pressing things to take care of, could he worry about himself.
Demon nodded once. “Make sure you’re here, man.”
Striker knew he was talking about his mind not being occupied, which it was. If Striker wasn’t thinking about keeping this club safe, people could get hurt, and it would be on him.
“I’m in, all in, prez.”
Demon grunted in approval. “Striker, Nerd, Steel, and a few others will all head out tomorrow evening for the gun run. Watch yourselves, because I’ve heard from The Red Bloods that things have gotten increasingly volatile with the gang hostility toward each other over there. That means stay on alert, be ready, and keep your nose on our business.
The meeting ended and the guys headed out of the meeting room. The sweet butts were cleaning the bar area. Tonight would be a party, something to have the guys letting loose since they’d be going on a run. It was what they always did, what helped them relax, get their head clear, their dicks wet, and strengthened them as a club.
Striker headed toward the back of the club, where he had a room, but the feeling of someone behind him, had him stopping and turning. Nerd stood a few feet away, a beer already in the Patch’s hand, his focus on Striker.
“What’s up?” Striker felt the thickening in the air as Nerd stared at him. The tattoos on Nerd’s neck could be seen creeping up from his chest and out from under the collar of his shirt and cut. Nerd, despite his name, was one of the toughest motherfuckers Striker had ever met. He’d gotten the nickname Nerd because he was also a smart bastard, dealing with anything computer or hacker related. If the club needed shit broken into on the Internet, Nerd was the one to call.
Ned didn’t say anything for a moment, just stood there staring at Striker and drinking his beer.
“What the fuck, Nerd? You got something to say, say it.”
Nerd finished off his beer, and without looking at the sweet butt that walked between them, held his arm out, and shoved the empty bottle toward her. She grabbed it, slowing her stride, a sultry smile on her face as she stared at Nerd.
“Move along,” Nerd said to her and slapped her on the ass, still staring at Striker. “I saw you at Dominion the other night.”
“Yeah,” Striker said and kept his expression detached. It wasn’t a secret that he liked dirty, hard, and dominating sex. He just didn’t want the club knowing how often he’d been to Zeke’s place of business. The club had a relationship with the man, but that didn’t mean they liked him.
“In fact, I know you’ve been going there a lot, Striker.”
“What’s your point, Nerd? I like to fuck subs. Nothing more.”
Nerd didn’t respond. “You sure you ain’t doing some business behind the club’s back at Zeke’s place?”
Anger rushed through Striker. “What the fuck you getting at?” Striker took a step toward Nerd.
Nerd held up his hands. “Listen, you’re a brother, and I’m not implying anything. I’m saying what others might say if they knew you were going there nearly every night.”
“I like to fuck. Nothing else,” Striker said between his teeth.
“I know, and ain’t nothing wrong with that. I’m just saying watch yourself, because if a prospect or asshole that hangs with the club wants to get in good with Demon or any of the Patches, they won’t think twice about spreading that shit.” Nerd’s face was a hard mask “You’re a brother, plain and simple, and I don’t want any asshole saying you are doing some back alley deals with Zeke. You know the relationship with him and the club, how we work with him, but we’re also wary of him.”
“Yeah,” Striker said between his teeth. He could tell, sensed Nerd was just looking out for him, and he didn’t fucking like the thought of some bastard trying to imply other things were going on when they weren’t.
Nerd clapped him on the shoulder. “If you want a little submissive ass, more power to you, Striker, but I’d let Demon know you want to hang there regularly. Just so he knows what’s up.”
Striker’s jaw was clenched so tightly he thought his teeth would crack. “Yeah.”
Nerd nodded, turned, and headed back to the bar where Striker watched him get another beer. He knew he’d had to watch himself going to Dominion like that, knew that assumptions might be made, especially since Striker hadn’t said anything to anyone. He wasn’t breaking any rules, wasn’t going against the club, but he didn’t want shit started because someone wanted to be an asshole and say he was doing business with Zeke behind club’s back.
Yeah, he’d let Demon know what was down, let him know why he was going there. He didn’t want to keep this from his club, his family, but he also didn’t like the fact his business would be aired out like the damn dirty fucking laundry.
If someone wanted in good with the Soldiers, they wouldn’t think twice about spreading some nasty shit around, shit that didn’t need to be said by anyone but the source.
Striker would finish club business, and then he’d worry about bringing this up with the club so they knew.
He cursed and headed to his room. Now he was in a foul mood, and didn’t have a willing woman to help eas
e the energy inside of him.
Chapter Eighteen
Two weeks later
ALESSANDRIA COULDN’T SIT down. Her ass and the back of her legs stung something fierce. The past two weeks had been the best of her life. Zeke had taken her in hand, and together they had explored their pain thresholds with each other. Lowering herself onto the kitchen chair, she tried not to whimper. The pain was incredible, and it made her feel so alive, and to a point, loved.
She looked down at the bandage on her hand. She’d been careless when washing the dishes the other day and had cut herself when she’d dropped a plate and the shard sliced her palm. Zeke didn’t like it when she hurt herself. He’d been so angry that she’d gotten hurt, and that had sealed her reality. This man cared for her, had done everything to make sure she was happy and safe, and she loved him even more for it. He gave her freedom; let her explore him as well as the world, if she so chose to.
She smiled as she thought about the night she’d hurt herself. He wouldn’t fuck her that night, and instead, held her, stroked her head and back until she’d fallen asleep, and made her feel so loved she could have cried.
“Morning,” Boscoe said, entering the kitchen. He placed his walkie-talkie on the counter. “Everyone is in their positions.”
“Do you know where Zeke is?”
“He’s at Dominion dealing with some spat between the girls. He told me to tell you, since he didn’t want to wake you so early, that he’ll call you if he will be long.”
“What kind of spat?” she asked, curious about Zeke’s life outside of the home. Since the night she went to visit Daniella, she’d been leaving the house regularly. Of course, Zeke was with her, and she loved that feeling. She needed it. For the most part, she’d only been enjoying long walks, basking in the freedom of being well, free. Gerald wouldn’t ever get to her to hurt her again. She was learning not to be afraid anymore and that made all the difference in the world.