He pulled me into a hug. “I love you, Shortstuff. I’ve watched you blossom into your old self in these couple of weeks, and I want you to find a way to support yourself so you can feel good about your life. I don’t mind taking care of you, and if I need to pay the rest of your tuition and books next year, I will. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you through school so you can get the kind of job that’ll make you happy, but you’ll pay out of your ass for every grade below an eighty.”
He took a step back, looked around the room, and shook his head. “I don’t want to do it in here. This is your space. I’ll be in my office. If you aren’t in there within five minutes, over my lap with your ass naked, it’ll be worse.”
Had I changed since I’d moved in? I sat and thought it over, tried to figure out what he meant, and realized it’s possible he was right. With some customers, I could take pride in doing a good job. I could make them feel better, and send them away happier and more relaxed than they’d come to me. Others, however, would’ve been disappointed if I’d enjoyed myself. The way to make them happy was to make them feel as if they were paying to rape me. The MC didn’t let them physically abuse us, but there was no way to stop the emotional and mental toll from the men who wanted to humiliate and demean us — the men who wanted to make the point they could buy our time, our bodies, and then could use whatever hole they wanted because they’d paid for the right. Sometimes, the richest, best-dressed men were the ones who made me feel the worst.
Those men made up perhaps a quarter of my customers, and I was pretty good at going inside myself and disassociating from them. I’d go over study material in my head while they used my body.
I usually enjoyed making my other customers feel good, both mentally and physically. I hadn’t hated my job, but it was possible my soul was lighter now. Also, I’d spent some of my limited funds on a box of hair color last week, once the red had faded enough I could cover it with dark brown again. Losing the red had made me feel more like the old me.
Okay, so I was going to go into the room and let Dare spank me. I knew it would hurt, but I also knew he was doing it because he cared about me. It wasn’t fair, and I hadn’t agreed to it, but I knew Dare well enough to understand why he was doing it. Looking back, every time he spanked me as a teen, I needed the lesson. I hadn’t wanted it, but I’d needed it.
I was fine until I stepped into the room and saw him sitting on an armless chair, waiting for me. As if they’d been inside me waiting to come out for weeks, tears and sobs started with no warning, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
Maybe I cried because my fucked up life had led to this and I didn’t see a way out of it, maybe it’s because Dare cared enough to spank me, or maybe it’s just because I knew it was going to hurt. Most likely, it was a combination of the three.
Dare had always been there for me, until he was gone, and then… he was gone. He’d been my brother, then he’d been a memory.
I get that he and his dad needed a place for him to live, with an adult in charge. It just sucked that Darnell used our family the way he did.
Every step felt like a milestone, even though there were only six of them between the door and Dare’s lap.
“I don’t want to do this,” I told him through my tears.
“I know.” His voice was kind, not at all like his dad’s had been. “Let’s just get it over with, and then you’ll make good grades from here on out and we won’t have to do this again.”
I looked to the floor as I pushed my jeans and panties to my knees and bent over. It took me a second to situate, and I reached forward with my hands to balance myself on the floor.
One of his arms went around my waist, the other rested on my naked bottom, and he said, “I love you. I care about you. I don’t know what any of that means, except that I have to make sure you don’t screw up. My wolf wanted me to spank you for selling your body, but I fought him on it. You did that while we weren’t around to take care of you. If you do it again…” He sighed. “You won’t do it again, because now you have other options.”
I’ve read about people wanting a spanking — women who act bad so their husband will paddle their bottom, but no way would I ever want this. Darius is a werewolf and he’s fucking strong. I know he doesn’t spank with all his strength, but that doesn’t matter because it’s more than I can handle, and I was screaming and begging from the first strike.
I kicked my legs as much as possible in their denim prison as his hand rained down blow after blow to my tender bottom. I struggled. I tried to push off his lap. I cried, screamed, and begged until tears and snot ran down my face, but he didn’t let up until he was ready to end it.
My ass was on fire and the heat traveled to places I didn’t expect, but the pain was so overwhelming I couldn’t sort through anything. It just fucking hurt.
Thankfully, he didn’t make me stand in the corner the way his father had after spanking me for grades. He stood with me in his arms, cradled like a baby, and carried me to the living room. He sat with me on the sofa and held me, rubbed my arms and back, and soothed me until my tears subsided. Hell, he even had tissues handy, for me to blow my damned nose.
I don’t know when I lost my jeans, but at some point I realized I was curled in his lap wearing only a t-shirt, bra, and socks. My ass was still on fire, my body totally relaxed, and I felt so damned close to Dare… but I’m still surprised at the way my body was suddenly overtaken with lust. I wasn’t just a little horny all of a sudden. No. Every cell in my body needed cock. My clit pulsed, my pussy ached from the emptiness, and even my ass wanted to feel the stretch and friction of a hard dick. After a year and a half of having more sex every week than I could possibly count, I’d just gone weeks without having it even once.
I knew he could smell it, and I froze in horror at what he must think.
Instead of showing disgust, though, he pulled me in tighter and kissed the top of my head. I looked up, and our gazes clashed a few seconds before it seemed I was lost in his eyes.
I have no idea the sequence of events over the next couple of minutes. His lips were gentle a few seconds, then they weren’t. Nothing had prepared me for the intensity of kissing Dare, much less what came next.
Within minutes he’d carried me to his bed and I was totally naked — except the socks — and he was shirtless and over me, his bare chest over mine, his lips dancing with mine, his fingers inside me demanding my pleasure, my moans, and my screams as he brought me to orgasm and didn’t let me come down from it.
He didn’t let me think straight until he sat over me as he rolled a condom on. “I can smell how much you want this, and if your nose worked like a wolf’s, you’d know I want it just as much.” His gaze held mine. Human eyes, but I knew the wolf wasn’t far below. “But I need to make sure you know you can tell me to stop. You can tell me you don’t want this and nothing will change. This is your home as long as you want it to be, whether we do this or not.”
I shook my head. “I’ve wanted you since I was thirteen. I love you, too. I know you can smell the truth in my words. I know you can smell my physical lust, but can you tell how much I want you? Not just anyone, Dare. You.”
He nodded. “Just needed to make sure I said the words.” He bent down, his body towering over mine. My breath stuttered as he took my nipple in his mouth, sucked hard as he came off it, and repeated it with the other.
“If I get too rough, tell me. The wolf’s wanted you a long time and you’re going to see a little of him, but he won’t come all the way out.”
I couldn’t help my smile. “You know the love affair I have with your wolf. I’m glad he’ll be close to the surface, but it’s you want in bed right now.”
Dare held me in his arms as he entered me, but I didn’t tell him to speed up or go faster. I knew he’d get there soon enough so I luxuriated in the feel of being spread — of finally feeling him inside me. I hadn’t seen more than a glimpse of his cock, and I knew it was big, but nothing prepare
d me for it to be quite this big. Or, perhaps I’d just been without sex so long, he felt a lot bigger?
My body arched as he entered me. Claimed me. His gaze held me so I couldn’t look away, and he and his wolf peered into my soul as his body sank into mine. Opening me. Owning me. Loving me.
Dare made love to me. He let me see every emotion he felt, let me into his soul as much as he came into mine, and I never wanted the moment to end. It was everything I’d wanted, but he’d never returned the feelings when we were teens.
I’ve never orgasmed from a gentle fucking before, but as he went in and out oh-so-slowly, my body squeezed and relaxed around him until the movements took over. My legs wrapped around his body, my back arched more and more, and finally I was lost in the moment — lost in Dare as I spasmed around his hard, thick length.
When the orgasm finally waned, he took my mouth with his again — harder, with a touch of violence, and that was the only warning I got before he pulled out and slammed into me, hot and hard and fast. Instead of protesting, my legs opened more, my feet went higher up his back, and my mouth started saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” all on its own. He was everything I needed, everything I wanted, as he slammed into me, again and again. Wonderful, shattering sensations as I held on where I could while he gave me everything I needed.
I don’t know how many orgasms I had — I just know it was more than I could count, and it seemed to last forever but I never wanted it to end. Dare’s hips jackhammered into me and didn’t slow even when I tightened around him in bliss.
When Dare finally broke his rhythm and froze over me as he spilled into me — it was as if he’d given me the greatest gift in the world because he didn’t hide his pleasure. It felt like he gave me all of him, and when he collapsed on top of me, I held him and rubbed his back despite my own exhaustion. We twined together as we caught our breath, content.
He rolled off me a few seconds later, tossed the condom in the general direction of the bathroom, and rolled to his back so I could see his beautiful chest, his ripped abs, and his glorious cock resting sideways across his hip. Even post-orgasm and semi-hard, it was impressive.
He pulled me to him, arranged my head on his shoulder, and asked, “You okay?”
“You know I am.” God, every muscle in my body felt like limp spaghetti.
“Yeah. Still needed to ask.”
I drifted asleep in his arms, and when I awakened, he was still in bed with me. Still holding me. I’m sure he needed to be somewhere, but he hadn’t left.
“Don’t you need to go into the gun store?” My voice was drowsy, relaxed. Waking in Dare’s arms seemed completely normal, as if it were where I belonged.
“Yeah, but you needed me to hold you. I texted Nix and he said he’d cover for me.”
I snuggled into him as I stretched. “I did need you to hold me. Thank you.”
“And now you’re gonna eat breakfast, and I’m not going to let you out of it.”
I keep trying to convince him human females don’t need to eat much, but he’s always been bothered by how little I eat. I basically eat one full meal a day and two small snacks. I don’t eat junk food, and I’m careful that the little bit of calories I eat have a decent amount of nutrition, but if I ate every time he did, I’d be miserable.
Breakfast sounded good this morning, though.
Chapter 6
Ghost
We were finishing our breakfast when I got a call from Brain on our encrypted app.
“Are we clear to talk?”
I stepped out onto my deck and answered, “Yeah. What’s up?”
“Shit broke loose last night between the OK Mafia and the Disciple Playas. We didn’t go to alert because none of the action was near our territory, but Duke, Bash, and I would like you to brainstorm with us. We’re at my house, and Horse tells me you called Nix to cover for you. If you’re home, can you stop by here?”
I looked inside to Hailey eating breakfast, and sighed. “Yeah, give me ten minutes.”
Hailey looked concerned as I stepped back in, and she asked, “Everything okay?”
I shrugged. “I need to head in, but I can take a few minutes — don’t need to run right out the door.” I sat and looked at her a second before adding, “I hate to leave without us getting a chance to talk more. Are we okay?”
“I don’t know what we are, but we’ll figure it out. I’ll be here when you get home so we can talk about it.”
I smelled truth, caring, and affection. This was Hailey being sincere and not a brat, so I gave her a kiss to remember me by, and I left.
* * *
Brain and Harmony had bought property with a horse barn and all the fenced in areas you need to train them, so while they weren’t in the MC’s neighborhood, they weren’t far away.
I considered the local gang landscape as I drove — the OK Mafia’s been trying to push the Playas out of the Orchard Knob area since before we came onto the scene. They’d made a little progress by taking advantage of our fights with the Disciple Playas, but since we’d worked a truce with their enemy, the OK Mafia had been in the Playas’ sights and had taken some pretty big hits.
We also had a temporary truce with the cartel. It’s long since expired, but so far all sides have continued to respect it. Jiminy, as the local voice of the cartel, was technically over both the Playas and the OKM. We all knew things were going to come to a head eventually, but the peace had been nice while it lasted.
I parked in front of the house and saw Harmony in the distance, working with a horse in the lower field. I returned her wave as I slung my leg over my bike to stand, and my wolf and I both paused to take a breath and assess our surroundings. We smelled Duke, Brain, Harmony, and the horses, with some residual scents of other MC members. I also scented a few raccoons, some bats, an owl, and various birds. No threats.
Brain opened the front door as I came up the steps, and handed me a beer as he walked me inside. I nodded to Duke and Bash, and sat on one end of the sofa.
“I haven’t seen any news, what happened?”
“An OKM asshole was stabbed in a nightclub just before midnight and died at the hospital. A few hours later, someone shot into the house of the Playa who stabbed him. Didn’t hit anyone, but thirty minutes later, someone shot into the OKM leader’s car and got his girlfriend. She’s in critical condition. Early this morning, someone took a shot at Marlin’s seven-year-old son as he stood at the bus stop. The bullet missed him, but went through the corner of another kid’s backpack, and Marlin’s out for blood. The last shot happened at the edge of our territory, about a block away. None of the others were close to us.”
I sighed. Our fight with the Playas ended when Marlin took over the leadership. If they went to war, we’d be expected to side with the Playas.
“I assume you need me to sneak in somewhere?”
“Large numbers of the OKM are at Erlanger Hospital, with leadership in the Intensive Care waiting room.” Brain nodded to his huge-assed television, and used a pointer to show me which camera he wanted me to watch. He was streaming twenty-four cams, and I had no idea how he kept up with so many at once.
“They have six guys in the waiting room,” Brain pointed to the next square, “three in the hallway watching the doorway,” he pointed to the next several, “and from two to four at each hospital entrance. There are also some at the entry to the intensive care unit.” He pointed to another view on the bottom row. “Presumably, they’re just to keep track of who goes in and out, make sure no Playas get in to finish off his girlfriend.”
I shrugged. “No problem for me to go in wearing nursing scrubs. I’m sure you can fake an ID for me. I’ll fade into the background without them even noticing me.”
He shook his head and nodded back to the screen. “They have uniforms all over, as well as an undercover cop infestation. Hospital personal are on edge, so if they see someone in scrubs they don’t recognize, they’re gonna speak up.”
“Okay, so we get me in as a visitor.
Look to see who hasn’t had any visitors in ICU so I can say I’m there to see them if asked, and I won’t run into their friends and family in the waiting room.” I looked back to the cameras. “I’ll hang around some of the exits first. You can watch to see who seems to be talking amongst themselves the most, and I’ll see what I can find out from them. LEO will be comparing notes for who’s paying attention, so I’ll need to keep them from noticing me, too.”
I come back from wolf with a full afro and a full beard. I trim everything close, which means if I want to walk amongst our enemies without being noticed, I just have to change first.
The four of us rode our bikes to the compound, and I changed to wolf and back to human downstairs, ate a few steaks, and then chose baggy-assed jeans and a too-big hoodie in colors that wouldn’t affiliate me with anyone. I worked on my hair and beard so I’d blend in, and shook my head at myself in the mirror. I don’t like this version of me, but I’d have to get into the character to pull it off.
We went into the MC’s garage without going outside, I got into the back of a box truck, and Viper drove me to an area of town with no cameras. He banged on the door to let me know the coast was clear, and I got out, walked a few blocks, and sat at a bus stop.
Twenty minutes later, I got off the bus at Erlanger and made my way to the entrance Bash told me had the most talkative OKM guards.
I stayed to the shadows and listened for a good five minutes, but they were just talking shit, so I moved into the light and went inside. I’d memorized a map of the hospital and some major interior landmarks, so it was easy enough to find my way to the intensive care waiting room. With my wolf hearing, I didn’t have to get too close, so I found a seat around the corner and pretended to be busy doing shit on my phone as I listened.
And I heard more than I’d expected to. We thought Hammer had taken over when Needles went to prison last month, but from what I was hearing, RayRay was giving the orders. I’d timed it so I’d have four hours between visiting times, but Hammer’s girlfriend was moved from the critical unit into the regular intensive care section, and Hammer was allowed to go back to see her about two hours after I arrived.
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