by Jackson, Meg
“The bathroom is right through that door,” Gunner said, pointing. “There should be towels and everything. The only shampoo is for men – sorry, I didn’t have time to go get something for you.”
“It’s sweet to even think about it,” I said. To be honest, I was rather unnerved by the whole situation. To go from a grey room and moldy mattress back to civilization – it was very overwhelming. I stood awkwardly in the doorway, trying to get my bearings.
“It’s okay. Go ahead,” Gunner said, pulling me inside by the hand. He led me to the bathroom and opened the door. “You’re safe here.” I looked up at him as he spoke and knew he was telling the truth.
That shower was, hands-down, the best shower of my life. I’d never felt so dirty, and I’d never felt so clean as I did afterwards. I almost felt like singing while I washed my hair, but I refrained – Gunner was being nice, that didn’t mean he needed to be subjected to my less-than-ideal singing voice. As I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel, I realized that the only clothing I had was the dress I’d been wearing for the past week, and I didn’t want to put it back on.
I poked my head out the door to ask Gunner if he had some clothes I could wear, but he was nowhere in sight. I panicked; I was still traumatized by the whole ordeal, and my mind raced with awful possibilities. Throwing the bathroom door open, I called out for him.
The room was small, with no kitchen or other rooms except for the bathroom, so I don’t know what I expected, but he wasn’t there. I stood in the center of the room, clutching the towel to me, on the verge of tears as horrible scenarios played out in my head: he’s going to have the whole club come up and rape me, he left and they’ll kill me, he went to go get my father and HE’LL kill me…
I heard the doorknob turning and nearly grabbed a lamp for protection; when Gunner appeared in the doorframe I felt all my fears vanish. He took one look at me, though, and must have known how scared I’d been. He rushed towards me, taking me in his arms.
“I’m so sorry, Serena. I just went to get you something to eat,” he said. Standing there, in the middle of the room, with his arms around me, feeling the heat from his body and smelling the sweet, sour sweat from his neck, I began to get aroused.
It was probably aided by the adrenaline that had been coursing through my body, but I clutched him to me and allowed myself to get lost in my desire. I kissed his neck, tasting the sweat, and then again, and again. Gunner suddenly broke away, holding me at arms length. His eyes were deep and hungry.
Suddenly, he ripped the towel away from my body, leaving me entirely exposed. I stood silently as his eyes roamed over my curves, his gaze turning me on even more. When his eyes finally met mine again, they were demanding.
“Lie down,” he said, his voice rough and gravelly. Without waiting for me to respond on my own, he grabbed my waist and threw me onto end of the bed; still staring into my eyes, he pushed me hard, onto my back. As I bounced back onto the mattress, I watched him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, revealing his semi-erect cock, still massive even though it wasn’t fully hard.
I didn’t have long to admire, though; the next thing I knew, Gunner was on top of me, kissing my neck and earlobes, sending shivers throughout my body. He slowly began to kiss lower and lower. As he traced my collarbone with his tongue, I felt his rough, calloused hands on my breasts, gently kneading them and fondling them. The feeling of his cracked palms against my erect nipples made me moan; soon, Gunner was kissing my breasts, his lips avoiding my nipples, which were begging for attention.
“Oh, please,” I moaned, not even sure what I was begging for. Slowly, Gunner’s kisses drew nearer and nearer to the center of each breast, until finally I felt his lips fall on one of my nipples while he gently twisted the other. The sensation made me cry out and I could feel my pussy dampening as he slowly sucked and nibbled on each breast, one at a time, using his fingers to play with the other nipple, tugging it gently and rolling it between his calloused fingertips.
Each time the rough fingers would be replaced by his soft, warm tongue I groaned in ecstasy. I never wanted it to end, but eventually Gunner’s mouth trailed even further down, planting kisses along my quivering torso, each one making my stomach jump as his stubble tickled my sensitive flesh.
Gunner kissed and licked his way down to my legs; he spread my thighs, massaging them with his hands, and hovered above my glistening pussy. Gunner’s hot breath was enough to make me moan as his lips drew near to my engorged clit; I could almost feel the nerves there jumping as he approached. I squirmed under his hands and my body strained towards him, but he simply drew back and looked up at me with a wicked grin.
“Good things come to those who wait,” he said, his voice rough and gravelly. Still looking up at me, he began to kiss the insides of my thighs, moving his lips from one to the other as he slowly made his way back down towards my pussy. The scruff on his face tickled my tender, excited flesh with each kiss and I bit my lip, trying to restrain my desire to simply grab his head and pull his mouth onto my clit.
Slowly, so slowly, I could feel him get closer and closer; my clit was throbbing from need when he finally reached his tongue out and licked it gently, causing me to cry out as the heavenly sensation of relief flow through me. Gunner began licking my clit gingerly, rolling it around with his tongue and occasionally flicking it roughly. Each sensation was like daggers of pure ecstasy, and my thighs closed around his head automatically.
As he teased my clit with his tongue I felt him press two fingers against my moist slit; they slipped in easily, and he began to probe my pussy slowly. I was squirming at this point from the constant stimulation on my clit. I felt his fingers inside me slowly curl into a sort of beckoning motion and a jolt of heat rushed through me as he pressed hard against something inside me. The feeling was deeper and more pleasurable than anything I’d ever experienced before as he massaged the spot, driving me to cry out.
He began licking my clit harder, more earnestly, and I could feel his tongue moving swiftly around and over the sensitive button, driving me closer and closer towards climax. Heat was rushing through me like a wild fire and I could feel myself growing tense; he was massaging the spot inside me harder, now, and each gentle push against it made me want more.
Without thinking about it or even realizing it, I grabbed the back of Gunner’s head, pulling him closer towards me. He pressed hard with his fingers against my pussy and at the same time I felt a sharp shock as his teeth gently grazed my clit.
“Oh god, oh fuck, please don’t stop, please…” I cried out, my thighs pressed around his head, clutching him to me as he licked me into a frenzy; finally, when I thought I couldn’t take another moment, I felt his teeth graze my clit again as fireworks exploded inside me and the tension that had been building finally released in a wave of pleasure.
My limbs turned to jelly as all the muscles in my body gave way to the searing delight that was coursing through me as I came. I felt my pussy tighten and then relax around Gunner’s fingers, the feeling fading slowly as my orgasm subsided. I relaxed my grip on Gunner’s head and he crawled upwards towards me, his hard cock exposed and trailing along the sensitive skin on my thighs. I smiled up at him, panting, as he supported himself over me.
Leaning down, his lips met mine and we kissed. I could taste my own juices in his mouth as our tongues met and swirled together, every nerve in my body still alive and craving more of him. I could feel his hardness pressed against my soaked slit. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down towards me, gasping as the head of his enormous cock entered me, stretching me once again with its massive size.
Gunner groaned as he felt his dick welcomed by the warm wetness of me, and immediately thrust his cock deep inside me, grabbing me around the torso to draw me closer to him. I cried out at the sudden entrance, my pussy still sensitive from the orgasm that had just ripped through me. Gunner began to pump, slowly, into me; our eyes locked and I could feel his intensity as he thrust into me. Lost
in the blissful sensation of his throbbing hard cock inside me, I could only close my eyes and moan as he sped up, each stroke coming in deeper and harder than the one before.
I could feel the now-familiar heat creeping into my fingers and cheeks, gaining speed and intensity with each pump. I could hear our bodies smacking together with each powerful thrust, and the smell of his sweat filled me with an animalistic desire. I grabbed his hips again and clutched him to me, but Gunner suddenly grabbed my legs and pushed them upwards, towards my chest. With my knees bent between us, I felt Gunner’s cock drive even deeper into my pussy, hitting places I’d never even known about.
My eyes popped open at the intense new pleasure and my head rolled back against the pillow. I could feel the pressure rising inside me as he slammed into me, rapidly pumping his cock into me and driving me closer and closer to orgasm. Looking up, I saw Gunner staring down at me, his eyes burning with desire and passion.
That was the last thing I remember seeing; a moment later, I heard Gunner let out a wild cry and drive into me furiously, one last time. I felt his hot cum hitting my pussy walls and the sensation was too much: my legs shook furiously as another orgasm ripped through me, tearing my senses to shreds and sending waves of white hot electricity throughout my body. Gunner unloaded shot after shot of hot, thick cum into my pussy, each new burst adding to my own orgasm as my pussy milked his cock.
I felt like my body was being stretched to the limits of pleasure until finally, like a storm subsiding, I was left panting, tingling, and overwhelmed by bliss. Gunner collapsed on top of me as I let my legs fall. I felt his hot breath against my neck, and could taste the sweat dripping off him. He kissed me tenderly behind my earlobe, making me sigh and shudder.
“I love you, Serena,” he whispered. My heart was pounding from the amazing sensations and from those words I’d wanted to hear.
“I love you too, Gunner,” I whispered back. He rolled off me and lay on his back, eyes closed. I turned on my side and threw one leg over his, my arm across his torso. When I woke up, he was gone.
~ 12 ~
“She’ll do it. Trust me. If you trust me at all, you’ll trust her,” Gunner said, addressing the room full of men. Some looked back at him with scorn, others with admiration; the remainder looked unsure, or indifferent. Ace, standing beside Gunner with his arms folded across his chest, peered out at the men with a glare that dared anyone to challenge what Gunner was saying.
“She’ll just take the money and run. That’s all broads want,” one man said from the back of the room.
“What money? We already got paid for the job. This is extra. If she decides to keep this money and skip town, well, that’s no loss to us. But we stand to make it big if she doesn’t,” Gunner responded stoically.
“What if she squeals?” another voice piped up.
“She’ll be with me the whole time. No time for squealing. And it’s not like we haven’t put ourselves at this sort of risk before. We have a plan for shit like that, if it goes down. Any more doubts?”
The men shifted and looked at each other, no one sure whether or not to object further. After all, he was their president. Gunner turned to look at Ace.
“Any objections?” he asked; the two men stared at each other, neither backing down.
“You’re the boss,” Ace finally said, still not breaking eye contact. Gunner nodded.
“Soon, then. I need two men to come with us. Ace, of course. Anyone else?”
“I’ll go,” said one of the younger men, who was sitting near the front.
“Alright. Meet me in front of the bar tomorrow at nine. We’ll leave then.”
~ 13 ~
This time, when I realized I was alone, the panic was less. I still panicked, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been in the past. He’s just getting food, he’s getting me some clothes, he’s getting himself a drink…
When the doorknob turned, I covered myself in the quilt, worried that it might not be him. But it was, and as soon as I saw him I felt relief flow through me. But when I saw the look on his face, my distress returned. He looked worried.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up straight. He looked at me and smiled unconvincingly. He threw a plastic bag onto the bed.
“Thought you could use some new clothes,” he said. Opening the bag, I saw a short black dress and nothing else. Panties and a bra would have been nice, but I was in no position to complain. I smiled up at him with gratitude, but his face had resumed its gloomy look. He approached the bed, sitting just on the end.
“Please, something’s wrong. Tell me,” I said. The shower and bed had been good for the night, but now I needed to know what was really going to happen.
“Serena, I need to know if you really love me,” he said, not looking at me. I bit my lip. Did I? I’d only just met him but…
“Yes. I really do,” I said, not giving myself time to question my emotions. He looked at me with a mixture of hope and fear.
“You need to know. I can’t leave. This is my life. If you want to be with me, you need to…you need to accept this as your life, too. No more 5th Avenue shopping sprees. No more Daddy paying your rent. No more maids or fancy parties. We lead a rough life here. It’s dangerous. Men get hurt. Men get killed. It ain’t pretty, and it ain’t easy. I want you to be my old lady, but…you need to be able to handle it,” Gunner said, his eyes fixed on mine. I nodded. I knew what he was saying, though I’ll admit I didn’t quite understand it entirely.
“Serena, if you want this, if you want me, if you want to be my old lady…you have to prove it,” he said. My heart dropped. Prove it? How? Was he going to make me do something? Kidnap someone? Kill someone? Rob a bank? How far was I willing to go to be with him? For the first time, I realized what his life was really like – and I wasn’t sure I could handle it, after all.
“Prove it….how? I can’t…I can’t, like, kill someone, Gunner,” I said. I was relieved when he chuckled.
“Of course you couldn’t, doll. I would never ask you to. But what I’m asking you to do, it could…it could hurt,” he said, the chuckle disappearing from his voice. I gazed at him inquiringly. He sighed.
“I need you to go to your father. I need you to confront him. And I need you to take something from him, something he holds dear. Something pricey would be best,” he said. In spite of myself, I laughed.
“That’s all? Gunner, I’ve been thinking about how to get revenge on my dad since you told me about this whole thing. No problem,” I said, overjoyed at the prospect. He still looked grim, though.
“You may think it’ll be easy, but when you’re there…it may be hard, that’s all,” he said, concern in his voice. I took his hand and held it in mine.
“When?” I asked.
“Tomorrow morning. We leave at 9am.”
“Shall I wear my new dress?” I asked, coyly. He smiled at me and leaned in, kissing me deeply. Breaking away, he snatched the quilt away from where it was covering my nakedness.
“I’d rather you wore nothing at all,” he growled. Without a word of warning, he had stood up and flipped me over onto my stomach. Unlike the other times, I wasn’t ready, although his touch was still enough to ignite hunger inside me. From behind me, I could hear him unzipping his jeans.
“Is this what it’s going to be like? Whenever you want me you’re just going to take me?” I asked, wiggling my ass in the air playfully. I felt his rough hands on my ass, gently massaging the cheeks, and the strong grip made my pussy moist. He slapped my ass sharply, a quick, stinging pain that was replaced almost immediately by warmth; he followed it up with another quick slap and I groaned.
“You’re mine, now,” he growled, leaning over to whisper the words in my ear. Just as he finished speaking I felt him slam his cock into me, filling me completely with just one thrust; my body exploded with sensation, my pussy contracting with the sudden impact. I cried out as he began to fuck me roughly, his hands still gripping my ass and kneading it roughly.
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bsp; His cock drove in and out, deep within me, and I thought about being Gunner’s woman, his toy to use whenever he wanted. The thought brought with it a rush of desire and I began to thrust against him, matching each stroke. He sped up; I could feel my blood rushing through my body, my heart pumping faster and faster as he used me.
“Oh god, yes, fuck me, fuck me, Gunner,” I cried out, each thrust bringing new warmth and tension to every muscle in my body. I felt him release his grip on my ass and reach around to rub my clit; it added new sparks of pleasure to every stroke, his fingers abusing my clit roughly, his callouses jarring the sensitive flesh. I could feel him straining behind me as he pumped faster and deeper, his breathe heavy and panting.
Then my world burst into a million pieces as he gave my engorged clit a sharp pinch; it released a tidal wave of pleasure inside me. I felt like my blood was made of pure sugar as it rushed to deliver the tingling ecstasy of my climax to every part of my body. Gunner groaned and slammed into me, hard, releasing spurts of cum into my clenching pussy. I could feel the warm, sticky liquid filling my pussy, bursting deep inside me as my pussy milked the last of it from his huge cock.