by Nia Jones
But it was no use. Lucas simply laughed, grabbing her balled up fists and pinning them against her without any effort at all. "So,” he began. "Damien tells me you're a real holier than thou little cunt. That you have a bit of a superiority complex."
Kiana whimpered in pain and embarrassment, pressing her hand over the fresh red welt on her stomach. When she didn't respond Lucas grabbed her roughly by the hair, his breath hot against her face. "I asked you a question baby,” he sneered. "Is that true?"
Kiana nodded her head obediently; she was too afraid of what he might do if she didn't respond. “Yes,” she moaned, humiliation heavy in her voice.
"Yes what?"
"It…it's true,” Kiana stammered, squirming uncomfortably under the grip of Lucas’ calloused hands around her wrists. He was strong. There was no use trying to fight him off. Kiana felt as though she was in restraints.
Lucas moved in closer and ripped off Kiana’s cotton shirt and bra in one swift motion, gripping each one of her supple caramel breasts. She felt like a rag doll and tried to focus instead on what he was wearing, wanting to be able to give the cops a good description of him when she reported him. Under his worn-in leather cut he was wearing a dark red V-neck and on each knuckle, he wore heavy gold rings, which felt ice cold against Kiana's flesh.
"Oh yeah?" Lucas spoke up. "Let’s see what we can do to change that.”
"No," Kiana whimpered, a hint of defiance surfacing in her voice.
“No?” Lucas chuckled, pushing Kiana’s breasts together and pinching her nipples painfully. "What are you going to do about it huh?"
It was useless and Kiana knew it. He was going to have his way with her whether she put up a fight or not. I might as well give in, she thought.
"Nothing,” Kiana whispered in defeat, squeezing her thighs together tightly.
"Exactly,” Lucas retorted, releasing his pinch on her nipples. “And why not? Why aren't you going to do anything?"
Kiana could smell the whiskey on his breath and somewhere in the midst of that overpowering scent she could just barely make out the smell of his masculine aftershave. As Kiana took in his scent, Lucas walked up behind her and grabbed her roughly by the waist. "Because you're stronger," Kiana muttered in response, feeling defeated.
Had this been Damien's plan all along? Kiana wondered. To put me in my place by fucking my brains out and handing me over to one of his acquaintances do the same?
As Kiana began to contemplate the string of bad decisions that had led her to this very point, Lucas reached around her, squeezing each one of her supple breasts hard enough for it to hurt. Kiana felt him press against her exposed back and shivered as his leather cut made contact with her skin. His hard-on was pressed flush against her ass and his hands were slowly conforming to the curve of her hips.
"I'm not as gentle as Damien baby doll," Lucas groaned, flicking his tongue against Kiana’s ear. She held her breath, not daring to move as his facial hair tickled the cusp of her neck. He laughed at her silence and grabbed a fist full of her long hair, pulling back at her head. Kiana moaned as he began to lick and nibble at the flesh of her exposed neck, his tongue wet and escalating against her jugular.
"Yeah,” Lucas purred, losing his grip on Kiana’s hair as she arched her back and inadvertently pressed her ass cheeks, concealed only by the fabric of her tiny skirt, against him. “Compared to me Damien’s a light weight."
Kiana moaned. She would never admit it out loud but she was eager to know what the man had in store for her next. "Are you going to fuck me?" Kiana whispered, hardly believing the words that were leaving her mouth.
"Why?" Lucas questioned, gripping at her ass. "Do you want me to?"
There was a pause but Kiana couldn’t seem to muster up a response. Lucas laughed and moved away from her. “That's what I thought,” he spoke up from behind her. “You couldn't handle it.”
Kiana felt a heavy strain on her wrists. Lucas was binding them together with a piece of rope. Kiana tried to scream and fight him off but it was no use. He pulled on the rope even tighter, lifting her onto her tiptoes as he secured the other end to a metal bar that ran along the ceiling.
Out of the corner of her eye Kiana noticed the flashing red sign that hung over the back entrance of the bar. It read Defiance MC.
Kiana felt like laughing. This whole situation seemed unreal. As though it was happening to someone else. Not her. Realizing that she had become distracted, Lucas pulled back on the rope once more, causing Kiana’s hips to swing from side to side and her shoulders to ache from the strain being put on her back.
Then he was up against her once more, grabbing her by the knees and lifting her onto his shoulders as he buried his tongue and nose between her slender legs. It was the first time since entering the bar that Kiana saw his handsome face in its entirety. His eyes were piercing blue and calculating and his wavy hair was well styled yet rugged.
Kiana’s eyes wandered to his leather cut. She studied the various patches stitched to it as his calloused fingers worked the warm flesh of her ass. He licked and nibbled at her soaking pussy and somehow that was all it took to make her break. She had seen him and now she wanted him to fuck her. Needed it even. With this sudden realization heavy on her mind, Kiana began to rock back and forth against his face as wave after wave of pleasure soared through her. The pain associated with her arms being bound back only served to make the sensation all the more intense.
As Kiana squirmed, Lucas’ fingers slipped between her ass cheeks. He felt for her asshole and pushed insistently against it, probing softly and spreading some wetness from her slit and his tongue all over until one finger slipped inside. Kiana moaned as his rough fingers worked her ass, his rings stopping him from entering her completely.
Regardless, Kiana she felt them there, cold and hard against her entrance, threatening to stretch her if she tried to fight him off. Before she could contemplate what was about to happen next, Lucas’ thumb pushed its way inside her dripping pussy and his tongue moved eloquently along the ridges of her lips as he lightly flicked at her clit.
The mind numbing sensation of experiencing all three pleasures at once was nearly too much for Kiana to bear. She felt herself approaching her orgasm at full speed and began to grind against Lucas’ fingers, her slender legs sliding down his muscular body as he struggled to keep her in place while increasing his rhythm.
Before Kiana was able to hit her peak, selfishness overcame Lucas and he eased himself off her body, pulling down the rope so that her feet were now flat against the ground. Kiana swallowed hard and watched through strained vision as he slowly unbuckled his belt. In a pleasure induced haze, all she saw in that moment was his juicy white member.
It had to have been at least nine inches long and three wide and it was uncut and curved upwards to the ceiling, throbbing in all its meaty glory. The head of it was a dark shade of pink and dripping with pre-cum and his thick black pubic hair was trimmed and accentuated by a pair of perfectly large testicles.
Kiana stared at him in awe as he slowly stepped out of his distressed jeans, tossing his leather cut and shirt to the ground right along with them but leaving on the thick black cuffs on his wrists. Oddly enough Kiana liked that. There was something about the way they looked against his naked form that sent a shiver down her spine.
His chest was muscular and broad, covered in salt and pepper colored hair that ended just below his collarbone, and his arms were toned and tattooed from top to bottom. In essence he was everything Kiana expected a biker to be. And as she took him in and admired his impeccable body he came in closer to her and rubbed his beard against her face just a bit-too rough to be affectionate. It felt like he was claiming her and maybe that’s because he was. He licked her earlobe, his breath hot against her cheek.
“Please,” Kiana begged. “Untie me. Let me feel you.”
But instead of gracing her with a response, Lucas drew back, spinning Kiana on her heels and grabbing her roughly by the hips. He palmed
her thighs and spread them apart just below the cusp of her ass. As though he was on a mission, he felt for her exposed cunt, lifting her up in one swift motion and plunging her down onto his pulsating cock.
Kiana cried out in pain as his hefty girth reamed inside of her, his length protruding against the walls of her pussy like a dagger. She felt as though she was on fire but she didn’t want him to stop.
“You little whore,” Lucas groaned in her ear. “Damien told me what a stuck up little cunt you were to our buddy Jimmy. That’s right. That bartender you treated like shit? That happens to be our Club’s founder.”
Kiana frowned in confusion and started to defend herself, but Lucas plowed into her again before she could, causing her to let out another loud shriek of pain.
“We can’t stand holier than thou cunts like you,” Lucas groaned, easing himself inside of her even further. Now he was balls deep. “This is what you deserve.”
Kiana moaned as he reached down and gripped her thighs, bending his knees as he rammed his juicy white cock deep inside her and picked up speed, his body hot and sticky against hers.
He stopped thrusting abruptly and Kiana began to feel worried that it was already over. It didn’t make any sense but part of her began to feel as though she deserved this. She had treated the bartender quite callously for no real reason. Maybe this was her retribution for not only that, but all the other times she had taken out her anger and stress on strangers who had done nothing to deserve it.
Kiana watched as Lucas grabbed at his clothing on the floor and unclipped something from his pants before coming back. His cock was still rock hard and glistening and his breathing was uneven. Kiana tried to reach out to him but before she could, he furnished a small but intimidating knife from behind his back that caused her to twist away from him and whimper in fear.
Okay, Kiana thought. I might have deserved to be taken by him sexually but I sure as fuck don’t deserve this!
Lucas frowned and smiled sinisterly, noticing her panicked demeanor. His eyes were wide and wild looking. As he came in closer Kiana tightly shut her eyes, feeling the cold metal blade graze her breasts, her hard nipples, her stomach, and the aching lips of her pussy.
Lucas laughed once more before removing the blade and slicing through the rope that held Kiana in place. Her arms dropped limply to her sides and she made contact with the cold hard cement floor beneath her, twisting her ankle in the process. “Ow!” she moaned.
“Get up,” Lucas demanded, ignoring her. “Get on your knees.”
But he didn’t wait for Kiana to comply. Instead, he lifted her roughly by the waist and within seconds she felt his calloused fingers invading the walls of her pussy. Realizing that fear only managed to make her all the more tight, Lucas spat on his fingers and rubbed the thick wad of liquid on the head of his throbbing member.
“Please,” Kiana begged, panting as Lucas shoved himself deep inside of her.
He groaned as he began to pound her, one deep thrust after the next, his balls slapping against her swollen clit at full speed. Kiana wanted so badly to touch herself, to rub her pulsating clit as he had his way with her. But her arms and hands were in so much pain from being bound for so long that she could barely move them. Instead she laid perfectly still, taking her punishment like a big girl as Lucas pushed her roughly against the cold floor with each new thrust.
Kiana moaned as two of Lucas’ fingers found their way inside her asshole. Except this time he was pushing harder against his heavy gold rings, spitting on them as he attempted to shove them inside her. A loud scream left Kiana’s throat but it was barely a distraction from the pounding, stretching, and the heat of Lucas fucking her; the meaty head of his cock making contact with her sore g-spot.
As Lucas pulled his throbbing member out of Kiana for the second time, her knees gave out on her and she stumbled, falling flat against the floor as Lucas forced her juicy ass cheeks apart roughly, ripping apart her skirt in the process. Before Kiana could react, she felt the round hot head of his cock pushing up against her asshole and moaned loudly, moving one of her arms in a weak attempt at shoving Lucas off of her. He groaned in response and reached under her, squeezing her breasts and rolling each one of her rock hard nipples between his calloused thumbs.
“Have you done this before?” he panted, gripping Kiana’s chin. She shook her head, feeling a lump of fear surface in her throat. No. She had never been fucked up the ass before and she was hardly prepared for the pain. But she knew there was no sense in putting up a fight.
“Well sweetheart,” Lucas purred. “This might hurt a bit.” He reached out and pulled his cut up against Kiana’s body. “Bite on this,” he demanded. Kiana did as she was told, allowing him to push the leather underneath her head as he moved his cock back and forth in circles against her asshole, the heat and wetness causing her to relax some.
Lucas eased himself deeper inside her and Kiana moaned into his leather cut in pain, biting down on it as her body tensed. It hurt far worse than she had even expected but she didn’t want him to stop. There was an intense popping sensation as the head of his cock slid inside her. Kiana squirmed beneath him, trying her best to get through the pain as she fought back tears.
Lucas spat on his cock and forced it deeper inside Kiana’s sore slit. His hands found their way beneath her as he pounded her, sliding apart her legs and rubbing her clit, stopping every few seconds to pinch it between his rough fingers. Kiana began to relax once more, pushing back against his toned body and allowing his cock to ease deeper inside her gapping asshole. He grabbed her hips, driving himself inside of her with full force as she moaned and moved a sore hand to her mound, rubbing anxiously.
It was done, Kiana thought. This mysterious man had popped her anal cherry and now he was fucking her up the ass, plowing as deep inside of her as he could manage and groaning as his cock swelled inside of her with the anticipation of depositing a heavy load inside of her.
“I’m about to fucking give it to you baby,” Lucas panted. “I’m going to. Are you ready?” He groaned and pulled out of Kiana’s asshole, leaving her feeling weak and empty. But before she could protest, he flipped her onto her back, clenching his jaw as spurt after spurt of heavy white seed came flying from the tip of his pulsating cock. It splashed Kiana on her stomach, her breasts, and even her face!
But that wasn’t enough for Lucas. He aimed the last of his heavy stream of spunk at Kiana’s pussy, rubbing the head of his cock against her twitching lips. Kiana shivered as his cock vibrated intensely against her clit, moaning as the hot and sticky liquid covered her flesh.
When it was finally over, Lucas fell limp against her, his cum sticking against their naked forms. With a heavy groan, he bit down on one of Kiana’s breasts and worked his tongue down her body. Kiana moaned in response, feeling too overcome by pleasure and the events that had transpired in the past twenty-four hours to object.
As Kiana contemplated the path her life would take next, knowing she’d never be quite the same, Lucas marked her with his sharp teeth as though he was attempting to burn her into his memory.
“You’re mine now baby,” he growled, shaking his head and wiping Kiana’s juices from his face before shoving two fingers between her full lips and allowing her to taste herself. Then he stretched back naked beside her, allowing his cock to fall limp against his stomach. He smiled softly, lighting a cigarette and crooking an arm up underneath his head as he studied his caramel goddess.
“Welcome to Defiance,” he whispered, running a hand through Kiana’s disheveled hair. “Consider yourself initiated.”
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The alarm on my phone went off, signaling that it was 4:00 pm. I had an appointment in just 40 minutes and I was tempted to reschedule it. I was currently on the other side of the city, meeting with a real estate developer at one of my many construction sites. Considering that it was rus
h hour, with traffic, it would take me no less than an hour to get back to my office and that was only if I rushed.
But fate was on my side that day and as it turned out, keeping that appointment was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I worked as a Business Coordinator for the City of San Jose and due to the complex nature of my job and the handful of different construction sites I was in charge of, I found myself constantly on the go. However, that wasn’t where my responsibilities ended. I was also put in charge of organizing and expanding minority owned businesses throughout the city.
I was freshly thirty and entranced by the vigorous demands and responsibilities associated with my position, so much so that I had completely overlooked having any kind of a social life. For some people that might have been pretty sad but I enjoyed the work. I was making excellent money and doing something I loved. A social life, I figured, would come later.
Besides, my recent attempts at breaking into dating the world weren’t exactly amazing. It wasn’t that I was unattractive. In fact, during my college years I had slept around and played the field, taking on the role of a serial womanizer. No. At just over 6’3 and 180 pounds, all muscle, I wasn’t unattractive by any stretch of the word. With my jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes, I was what some women considered quite handsome. So it wasn’t my looks that were the problem. I simply enjoyed being single and basking in the lifestyle of a bachelor.
That and maybe I had become just a little too nice for most women – which made it tough to compete with men who looked similar to me but were much more bold in their approach. In the past few months alone I had heard the infamous “maybe we should just be friends” line more times than I could count. Surprisingly, I had better luck with women when I was a womanizing jerk.
Then it happened.
Slowly but surely I began to expand my dating pool, paying more attention to women of color than I ever had. They were beautiful, curvaceous, and bold. Unlike white women, they didn’t always expect me to approach them with some grandiose gesture. Regardless, nothing ever came out of the few black women that I did court.