Bud (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 10)

by Candace Blevins

  She let her gaze roam over the man kneeling before her. Thin and wiry, muscled with almost no body fat. A little beefier than a marathon runner, but not by much. “How’d you know my type?”

  “You gonna play with him or ask a zillion questions?”

  Nickie shook her head and walked a circle around the slave. She lifted the hard limits list from the coffee table beside him and noted all the usual things — scat, permanent damage, risk of arrest, involving minors, etc. — but her insides ignited at the things only available after the fifth session with prior agreement and negotiation ahead of time. She assumed the negotiation bit meant price, though he couldn’t note that without incriminating himself. As it was written, it just looked like a submissive covering his bases to be clear what was and wasn’t okay. The list of things he’d negotiate to do was long and included knife play with blood, needle play, watersports, fire play, breath play with a gas mask or other external method, and other activities far into the RACK spectrum. He was also available to go on vacation with Doms or Dommes who wished to act as his keyholder for the duration.

  Nickie’s insides ignited with the prospects of playing with this man who quite obviously enjoyed his work.

  “What’s your name, slave?”

  “I prefer to be called slave, ma’am. My name’s Dave.”

  “Dave the slave? Really?”

  She looked at Bud, but he merely lifted a brow. “Still asking questions?”

  “Just figuring out the dynamic. I’ve never paid for sex, but I think I can get into the right headspace for the same reason it works for you — and for him. Bought and paid for.”

  “Your slave knows you’re submissive to me for sex stuff but nothing else, and that you’re a switch and I’ve bought him for you as a surprise.” He stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the kneeling man. Her heart missed a beat as he lifted her chin with his finger and she was once again confronted with those serious, hunter green eyes. “I know. We know, he’s here for money. Have fun.” Nickie understood the we was Bud telling her his wolf might be able to handle it this way.

  Bud stepped away and took a seat in what looked like a comfortable leather chair situated in a corner. The wolf always likes to have his back to the wall.

  Nickie had an idea of how to make her playing with someone even easier on Bud’s wolf — assuming Dave had brought the right tools. “I understand you brought your own toys?”

  “Master Bud asked me to set it up in the bedroom, ma’am.”

  Bud motioned towards a huge set of barn doors on sliders. Nickie slid them open to reveal a huge master bedroom, and immediately noted the large dog bed against the wall, and then the black suitcase on the stand, opened to show floggers, canes, paddles, plugs, clamps, weights, and the item she was hoping to find — several chastity devices. Her insides ignited at the ball crusher with the Lexan plate, but she instinctively knew Bud wouldn’t enjoy watching that right off the bat.

  She collected the wrist and ankle cuffs, a paddle, flogger, and tawse, and took a few moments to look through the chastity devices and cock rings. She decided on a gates of hell for now, but he’d sleep in something that kept him as small as possible. She also grabbed the biggest nJoy plug and a weight to hang from it, and grabbed the lube he provided.

  “Rules for the weekend, slave,” she began as she returned to the living room. “No speaking unless asked a direct question. Feel free to scream, whine, tell me something hurts, or beg me to stop, but no conversation, and if I tell you I know it hurts and to shut up about it, you’d best shut the fuck up. No orgasms, but feel free to beg as long as you don’t get on my nerves with it. If you please me all weekend, you may get one just before your twenty-four hours is up. Depends on my mood.”

  His paper had said he’d given himself an enema and should be clean, so she didn’t bother to ask to be sure he was. “On your back. Diaper position.”

  She took her time with the plug, and held it at the widest point until the slave broke out in a sweat. He breathed in relief when she finally let it go in, and she slapped his ass. “I’m aware the plug weighs over a pound, but I’m assuming you’re used to it. An extra quarter pound hanging from it should get your attention and work those muscles.” Nickie stood and took a few steps back, and ignored Bud when he walked across the room to sit in one of the chairs in front of the television and turned it on to a game.

  The slave looked to the television, and Nickie said, “I catch you watching it and I’ll blindfold you. I’m your fucking sun and moon. Say it.”

  “You’re my sun and moon, ma’am.”

  “Miss Nicole, to you.”

  “You’re my sun and moon, Miss Nicole.”

  She showed him the gates of hell. “Do you have enough control to go soft so I can get it on, or shall I get some ice?”

  “I have control, Miss Nicole.”

  “Let’s see. Go to semi-hard, not all the way soft.”

  It took him a mere fifteen seconds to get there, and Nickie held off for another full minute to test his control. He stayed at semi-hard the entire time, and she asked, “Who trained you?”

  He gave the name of two leather daddies, and her clit throbbed as she realized she’d be able to hit his man as hard as she could without having to pull her strikes.

  She put the gates of hell on him and ordered him to stand. He groaned as the weight came off the floor and pulled on his asshole, and the sound went straight to her clit.

  The weight hung from an eight-inch chain so she could make it swing later. He’d have to squeeze tight around the plug to hold it in, and his rectal muscles would be tired and sore long before she was finished with him.

  “Stroke yourself until the head’s a deep red. It’ll be the last time you get to touch your cock for a while, so enjoy.”

  31

  Bud knew the slave was an elk when he hired him, but Dave couldn’t tell Nickie what he was because he didn’t know she’d been bound. Since Nickie likely assumed he was human, she wouldn’t mention shapeshifters or vampires around him. In the supernatural world, you can’t tell a human something unless it’s your secret to tell. Bud could tell Dave Nickie’d been bound, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He wanted to see how things played out, first.

  Bud watched Nickie torture the slave for nearly three hours before he finally stood and walked to her. If he didn’t get some relief soon his balls would never forgive him.

  His little Miss Nicole was a sadistic fucking bitch, and Bud’s wolf was the opposite of jealous — he was enchanted with the special little touches she added to make sure the slave didn’t just hurt, he suffered. Respect is earned in the animal kingdom, and Nickie’d earned the wolf’s respect when she helped them fight the enemy without freaking out, but today cemented it for him.

  Hell, Bud and his wolf might be okay with a permanent male slave in the house, as long as he slept in his own bedroom, or in a dog bed on the floor as Bud had insisted for tonight. He wasn’t ready to agree to anything so drastic yet, but he hadn’t expected to enjoy watching his brat take control of a man this way.

  His wolf hadn’t even minded when she’d made her slave eat her out for thirty minutes, though the fact she’d put him in a teeny tiny little chastity device, stuffed a huge fucking butt plug in his ass, and hung weights from a ball parachute had made it a lot more fun to watch. She’d installed a telescoping spreader bar between his ankles and made him stand on the floor and bend over the bed to eat her out — and she’d popped him on the back with a tawse when he stopped swaying and hurting his own balls while he pleasured her.

  She’d also flogged his back when she got close to coming, just to make sure he didn’t back off and spoil her orgasm.

  “Take that thing off his dick so you can sit on it while I fuck your ass,” he told her as he headed to the bedroom. “And tie him off so he can’t touch you while I fuck you. I don’t want him watching, either. I’m gonna get a quick shower, be ready when I get out.”

  He didn’t
tell her to blindfold him because he wanted to give her leeway to do something else if she chose.

  Nickie’d been thinking of this scenario since she’d sat on Nathan’s cock while Bud fucked her ass. Reverse cowgirl gave her more options, and it made the two cocks inside her feel more as if they were battling for position.

  She took the chastity device off her slave, removed the ring from around his balls, and spread a bath towel over the throw rug in the center of the room. His arms were secured behind his back but his ankle cuffs weren’t attached to anything.

  “On your belly on the towel and hump the floor. I expect you to be rock hard when I come get you, but you don’t have permission to stop humping the floor just because you’re hard.”

  He’d quickly learned to obey his new Owner without hesitation, so she didn’t bother staying to make sure he followed orders. She wanted to make sure everything was set up before Bud returned.

  Owner. Nickie grabbed the three cushions from the sofa and rolled the word around in her head a few times. She couldn’t have done this — owned someone who’d been paid for — if she hadn’t talked to Kate and Jeni. Their comfort with their job, along with Dave’s convincing statement about needing to put himself in a situation where he’d been bought… It worked for her. She wanted to be upset with Bud for his presumptiveness, but it was kind of hard to when he’d given her exactly what she wanted.

  Working fast, she removed the pillows from the bed and placed a sofa cushion flat on the mattress but pushed against the headboard. She lifted it long enough to place a bungee cord under it before replacing it.

  The second cushion went on top of the first, and the third flat on the bed so it extended towards the footboard. If an elf were walking from the foot of the bed to the headboard, he’d have to climb the first step nearly halfway, and then another step a little farther — like climbing a two-step mountain. She didn’t think she needed to tie the cushions into place. The positions she had in mind for everyone should hold them steady.

  She walked to the doorway and saw her slave humping the floor, his cheek on the towel, eyes closed, concentrating.

  “Roll over.”

  She hadn’t gone easy on him, so he obeyed immediately, and Nickie grinned at the sight of his cock in its full glory.

  “Good boy. Come to the bed.”

  In the interest of time, she unclipped his hands to get him in position. He followed instructions well, and within moments his ass was planted on the first ‘step’ with his legs spread wide around the two stacked cushions, and his feet planted on the mattress beside them. Nickie connected the bungee cord to his ankles, and smiled when his legs squeezed in on the cushions to hold them in place. When she sat on his cock she’d be able to lean forward on those cushions while Bud fucked her ass, and no one would have eye contact.

  Still, Bud had said he didn’t want the slave watching him. Nickie liked the idea of the slave watching Bud’s ass, but realized Bud would probably want to go wider and thinner and that meant the slave couldn’t watch.

  A few knots in some rough hemp rope and Dave had no choice but to grab his elbows behind his back, and she went to his suitcase to consider the best way to blindfold him. He had full-faced hoods, but she didn’t trust those when she couldn’t actively monitor him.

  The partial hoods, however, would work beautifully. She chose one without eye-holes and with a harness for a bit gag, but chose not to use it with him on his back when she wouldn’t be watching him. She wished she’d thought to put the hood on him before she situated him, but she could make it work.

  “Let’s see those abs work, boy. Do a crunch and hold it. If you go down before I give the word I’ll flog your belly again.”

  Nickie’d had skinny slaves and chubby ones, and she loved flogging the tight abs of the skinny ones. Chubby slaves got their ass and thighs beaten more, but for Dave, she’d already flogged his belly until it might still be red two days from now.

  It didn’t take her long to put the hood on, and she smoothed it over his cheeks before she told him he could relax. He’d had the leather cut so it accentuated his face perfectly without making him look feminine. Masculine cheek bones, male lips, and a graceful, muscled neck. He was a beautiful slave. Not a twink, though she guessed he probably was ten years ago, if he’d been into this at eighteen. He was too muscled and confident in his submission for anyone to call him a twink now.

  Dave was more attractive because he was strong and still chose to submit. Not that twinks couldn’t also be strong and confident, but it was a different energy, and she wondered yet again how Bud had known exactly what she’d want in a slave.

  The shower turned off, and Nickie quickly ran a scarf between the rings designed to hold the bit gag in the hood.

  She brushed her finger over the tip of his bare nose. “Let’s hear your safeword.”

  “Agakagaga.” His safeword was Abracadabra, and Nickie chuckled. She’d known he wouldn’t have provided a gag he couldn’t make his safeword known with, but she’d needed to be sure the scarf didn’t restrict him more than the bit would’ve.

  “Swallow.” Shouldn’t be a problem, but again — she needed to be sure. She watched his throat work, saw he knew what he was doing, and tweaked his nipples.

  She was rolling the condom on him when Bud appeared in the doorway buck naked, and the submissive in her stared at his cock — barely four inches long and fatter than a beer can. He chuckled when her gaze met his, and let it go back to normal. “Just wanted you to see the eventual goal. Not today, but it’ll happen someday. Climb on your slave.”

  She quickly obeyed, and he grabbed the lube container from the side table before he climbed on. “Too bad you don’t like topping women, or I could sit my ass on her face and make her rim me before I take your ass.”

  Nickie didn’t point out her slave had a mouth capable of handling the job. Bud wouldn’t see the humor in it.

  The slave whimpered as Nickie sat on his long, fat cock. The moan was both pleasure and frustration, likely because he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to orgasm. She’d made it clear — if he came he’d be bound standing all night, but if he held back and controlled himself he’d be allowed to sleep in the dog bed on the floor, with one ankle chained to the table beside him on a two-foot lead so he couldn’t roam the cabin while she and Bud slept.

  “I like this setup,” Bud told her as he jammed two slick fingers in her ass, and fire kindled in her pussy and clit. “Tits on the cushion for me, don’t push up. Gonna ream you good.”

  He took maybe three minutes to stretch her, and her heart flew into her throat when a towel hit the bed beside her, but that was the only warning she got before his cock was at her ass, pressing in. Pushing. Ramming.

  Felt so different without a condom, but they didn’t need them anymore. Werewolves can’t catch diseases.

  Bud had learned early on he could be rough with her, and watching her work over a slave must’ve really worked him up, because he didn’t slow even when her screams and yelps went high pitched.

  “Fuck, just a minute to get used to you, please!”

  One more long, hard shove and he was buried in her. “You have to the count of fifteen.”

  Nickie didn’t waste any of those precious seconds arguing. She closed her eyes and focused on relaxing her ass muscles and letting him in. He’d invaded her, penetrated her fast and hard in a show of ownership and she wanted to be his little brat.

  “A whole count of fifteen? Feeling generous? Or do you need to fuck me before you lose control?”

  He pulled out and slammed in. Hard. “I got your control right here, Missy.”

  The emphasis on the last word was clear. She might be Miss Nicole to Dave the slave, but she was his little miss right now. His brat, though she was glad he didn’t call her that in front of Dave. She hadn’t asked him not to, but he was smart enough to realize it might mess up the dynamic she had with her slave.

  His next yank-out-and-slam-back-in nearly knocked the
breath from her because she didn’t expect it, but he soon found a rhythm and she wrapped her hands around her slave’s calves to hang on. The ankle cuffs were soft and wide, and she held just above them and squeezed. Dave’s cock was still rock hard in her pussy, and his moans let her know the movement and friction from Bud’s cock was working for him, too. Bud held her hips for a while, but eventually gripped her right hip and left shoulder as he pounded her ass, his cock like a piston in an engine, faster than should be humanly possible, but then — Bud wasn’t human.

  Bud fucked Nickie’s ass nearly forty-five minutes, and took turns ordering her to ride her slave or have him pound her from below while Bud kept going. When her scent told him she was at her limit, he made his dick fatter than she’d ever taken before — until she was nearly in tears — but she’d been horny as fuck and had wanted even more. He’d backed off when she was close to an orgasm, let her cool off, and then ramped her up close again, edging her over and over, but she never once begged to come.

  He’d wanted her on edge so he could draw it out as long as possible, but when her scent told him she was at her limit, he narrowed himself enough she could handle him again and worked her into an orgasm he finally allowed her to have — just before he blew his wad while buried balls-deep in her sore, red, inflamed, hot-as-fuck ass.

  He held his weight off her and took ten seconds to recover before gently pulling out and helping her off her slave’s cock. It was rock hard and red, and looked like it hurt. The sadist in him loved it, but he wasn’t interested in torturing a man for sexual pleasure.

  “If you’re good,” he told Nickie, “I’ll put the steaks on the grill while you see to your slave.”

  “I’m good. Do you need help with dinner? When did you shop?”

  “Paid someone to handle it. Mashed potatoes are in a dish and need to go into the oven to warm, some kind of kale and blue cheese concoction’s in the fridge and is supposed to be eaten cold. There’s cheesecake for dessert, with raspberry preserves for you to put on it.” He glanced at Dave, still in the hood and flat on his back, and looked back to Nickie. “His sheet noted he’s vegetarian and doesn’t have any allergies. I checked with him ahead of time on food, and bought a gallon sized container of the kale stuff because he said that would be fine. He can eat the potatoes, too.”