by Sarah Thorn
When it was over she was left bloody and crying on the floor, her shirt torn, her jeans down around her ankles. The man left after splashing his cum across her stomach. He threw the money he owed her for his beers on top of her, some of it falling into the salty mess. Jennifer didn’t move; she didn’t even watch him leave. After he was gone, she didn’t dare move, even when her cell phone began ringing from the spot behind the bar where she always kept it. It was Barbara she guessed. It was past time to pick Jaxson up. Finally, after gaining control of her tears, Jennifer got up.
4
Jennifer had called Barbara, told her what happened. The old woman told her to call the police, but Jennifer had something else in mind. At four in the morning, she was standing in front of a small house with a grungy unkempt yard, knocking on the door. It took some time, but finally, the door opened.
“What are you doing here?” Rocky asked her. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead she started crying again. The young biker took her inside, and she sat on his couch and told him everything.
“I’ll kill the asshole,” Rocky said. He reached over and pressed his hand to her knee. She flinched.
“Relax,” he said. “I’ll handle it.”
And that was all he said, and Jennifer knew that he would handle it. She left, got her son, and went home. She didn’t know what Rocky was going to do, and she didn’t want to know.
She tried to put the situation out of her mind over the next week and a half, but she was assaulted by unending nightmares every night.
She took some time off from the bar, putting trust in her employees. One night she had just gotten her son to sleep when there was a sharp knock on her door. She opened it without thinking and was surprised to see her rapist standing there on her porch. He had a black eye, and a cut on his forehead.
“You bitch,” he said. She didn’t let him finish; she slammed the door shut.
“Your boyfriend won’t save you now!” The man yelled, mistaking Rocky for her significant other. She ran for her phone, as her son came out of his room.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” He asked as the man outside began to pound on the door.
“Go into your room, lock the door!” Jennifer yelled at her poor, confused child. He rushed to do as he was told, and she got Rocky on the phone. He only lived a few minutes away, and even as she was talking to him on his cell, she heard his bike roar to life.
She thought then of Ryan. She hadn’t been seeing him much, hadn’t been speaking to him. The sexual assault had changed her somehow. He wasn’t a man who could protect her. She liked him, but if she had gone to him, he never would have been able to help her. Not like Rocky could.
She heard Rocky’s bike roaring down the road, and the pounding on the door quit. Minutes later there was a knock, and Rocky was there. She told him about the man with the black eye, and Rocky searched her property. The man was gone.
Jennifer got her son back in bed and sleeping, and when she returned to the living room, Rocky was still there.
“You don’t have to stay,” she said.
“I will,” he replied.
She nodded, and then they sat on her couch and she curled up beside him. He kept an arm around her the whole night.
When Jennifer awoke, light was filtering in through her living room windows, and Rocky was looking down upon her. He smiled and kissed her suddenly.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jennifer asked, pushing him away and standing up quickly.
“I stayed here all night!” Rocky said, surprised.
“So what, I should kiss you?”
“At least!” Rocky said.
“Do you know what that guy did to me?”
“That’s different,” Rocky said, “You want to fuck me.”
“Get out!” Jennifer yelled, trying not to wake up her son, but unable to help it. Rocky stood.
“I can’t believe this. Blue balls for this shit? You owe me,” he said, and then he left.
Jennifer sat on her couch, her heart pounding. She couldn’t believe what the biker was thinking. Even worse, she didn’t know why her loins had begun to stir when he kissed her. She wanted him. She always had. But… she wasn’t ready. He was a bad boy. He would be rough with her. She didn’t need that. She needed Ryan.
When she got Jaxson to school, she called Ryan. He agreed to come over on his lunch break. She told him why she had been distant, and what had happened. He held her. She kissed him. They made love. Afterward they lay together. He had been gentle, caring, sweet and tender. It had been what she needed, but it had made her realize Ryan wasn’t the man she needed. Why couldn’t He look and act like Rocky, but make love to her like he did? Couldn’t a good guy be a little bad? Or a bad guy be a little tender? Was that too much to ask for?
Ryan went back to work, and Jennifer knew she was going to break up with him. She needed a man who could keep her safe. She knew Ryan couldn’t. Sex had been the furthest thing from her mind as of late, but safety had been forefront on her mind. Somehow the two were mixing.
Jennifer didn’t like confrontation, something she picked up by dating assholes. They were short tempered, and confrontation always led to fights, so she almost called Ryan when she knew he would be home from work. But she felt as though she owed the man more, so she went to see him after dropping Jaxson off with Barbara.
“Hey hon,” Ryan said when he opened the door, but he must have seen something in her face because he sighed. “Uh-oh.”
“How’d you know?”
“Go check in the mirror,” Ryan said glumly.
“Listen, it’s not going to work.”
“This afternoon…” Ryan said, but he trailed off, his words hanging in the air between them.
“I know,” Jennifer said. “You’re the best guy I’ve ever dated,” she added. “That’s no joke. I’m being serious.”
“Then why would it not work?”
“Maybe I’m not good enough,” she said with a shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re too good.”
“I’m too good to date?”
Jennifer sighed. “This is hard, alright Ryan? Thank you for everything, you’re really something else, in a good way. You’re different than any man I’ve known.”
“I can give you time,” Ryan said. “I know what happened, and this afternoon, maybe we shouldn’t have, but you started it, I would wait, I will wait.”
“I don’t think you could keep me safe from that monster,” Jennifer finally said truthfully. “Maybe I need a monster of my own.”
And with that, she left the man, his mouth hanging open behind her, as though he was about to say something else. She didn’t give him the chance.
5
Finally, almost three weeks after she had been raped on the barroom floor, Jennifer returned to Chuck’s. Brittany was behind the bar when she got there, and Andre was in the kitchen. He hugged her when he saw her.
“If I would have been here,” he started, but Jennifer smiled and shook her head.
“I know,” she said. “How’s the baby?”
Andre grinned. His wife had given birth less than two weeks before. “Fit as a fiddle,” he said. “You got to come by and see him, alright?”
“I will,” Jennifer said, and she went out behind the bar. Brittany gave her a hug too, but the younger woman didn’t know what to say, so she stayed quiet. Rose was at the bar, and she slid a shot across to Jennifer.
“On me kiddo,” she said, and Jennifer took it, slamming the empty glass down on the bar when she was done. Her throat burned, but she started to laugh.
That night Rocky came in with a couple of his biker club pals. He paid Jennifer no mind, and she thought it would stay that way, but just after midnight he approached the bar and leaned against it.
“Can I talk to you?” He said.
“I’m a little busy.”
“No you ain’t, come talk to me,” he said and reached for her hand.
“Out back,” she said with a sigh, not taking
his hand, and then she disappeared into the kitchen, heading for the back door. Rocky went out the front and walked around the building.
“What?” Jennifer asked when she saw him. She was leaning against the wall next to the back door.
“I wanted to say sorry,” the biker said. “I was being an asshole.”
“You think?”
“I’m trying to apologize,” Rocky said, and she softened.
“Alright,” Jennifer said. “I do appreciate what you did for me.”
“I would do anything for you,” Rocky said, and then he laughed. “Good lord I sound like that dork you’re dating.”
Jennifer laughed and shook her head. “I broke up with him a couple of days ago.”
“How come?”
Jennifer paused for a moment, and then she shrugged. “He wasn’t you.”
Rocky tilted his head to the side and raised a brow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m an alright guy you know,” he said. Jennifer laughed.
“No, you aren’t. How many times have you gone to prison?”
“I’m an alright guy for having gone to prison a couple of times.”
“You ever killed a man?”
“No,” Rocky said. “But the night’s young. I will kill that asshole when I find him. He might be long gone, though; they were heading out when I found him the first time.”
“Good riddance,” Jennifer said. “Let him go.”
“What if he comes back?”
“You better be there to protect me,” she said with a grin. Rocky stepped forward, and they kissed.
He hung around Chuck’s that night, and then followed her home on his bike. She asked Barb to keep Jaxson overnight, and then they went into the bedroom.
“Be gentle,” Jennifer said, as Rocky pulled his shirt over his head. “Can you?”
“Of course, I can,” Rocky said, and they were kissing again. He broke the kiss long enough to pull her shirt up and over her head, and then he was touching her back, his fingers moving up and down her spine, making her skin tingle. His touch was light and soft though his hands were that of a man’s, hard and calloused. She put her hands on his chest, felt his firm muscles there, and a warmth flowed through her crotch, soaking her panties.
Their kisses were tender and slow; their tongues danced together. Slowly they laid upon the bed, Rocky holding himself over her. She reached down, pulled off his belt and unzipped his pants. He wriggled out of them, clad then in just his boxer shorts. Her fingers found their way through the flap at the front, and wrapped around his member, half hard then, but growing rigid against her palm and fingers.
He tasted of beer, and cigarettes and Jennifer knew she was with the right man. The man she should be.
He got her bra off, and his eager lips found her nipples, but she could tell he was taking it slow, being gentle, and it meant too much to her she smiled with her eyes closed and moaned in his ear. “Fuck me hard,” she said.
“Thank God,” Rocky said. He ripped her panties down her leg, tossing them over the edge of the bed. His kisses on her breasts became bites, piercing nibbles on and around her nipples that soaked her pussy even more. He had a hand down there, two of his fingers working in and out of her, the pad of his thumb grinding gently against her clit.
“Fuck me,” She moaned, and he did so. He pushed inside of her, working at a furious pace, their skin slapping together, her juices flowing. Her breathing grew labored, and he knew she was about to come, so Rocky leaned back, still fucking her but reaching down and rubbing her clit.
“Shih!” Jennifer yelled as an orgasm rocked her, his massive cock thudding in and out of her tight pussy as it contracted around him. When she had come, he pulled out of her, standing and bending over to pick her up. He tossed her over his shoulder, her juices leaking from her snatch and running down her legs and onto his arms. They went to the living room like that, and he sat down on a chair next to the TV, and he pulled her into his lap, facing away from him.
Jennifer braced herself with her hands on the arms of the chair, and her feet on the carpet, her legs together as she sat on his cock. It pushed into her tight snatch, and she brought herself back up, and then slammed down, riding him at a furious pace. He reached up and pulled her hair, yanking her head back until she screamed. His other hand slapped her ass, big and round and bouncing on his lap.
“Fuck me,” she screamed, over and over until he pushed her off of him and then down to her knees. He stepped in front of her, and she opened her mouth so he could fuck her face. He held her head still, letting his hips control the pace. She was choking, her eyes burned as tears slid down her cheeks.
“Jerk me off onto your face,” he commanded, and Jennifer was being used once more. But the fact that he had been willing to be gentle, to go slow, it meant she was fine with it. She wanted him to use her for that; a woman should be used in the bedroom, at least sometimes. And sometimes a man should be used. Rocky was a man who was willing to go both ways. One wasn’t better than the other. She gripped him in her hand and jerked until he came, his thick white come sloshing across her lips, her face, and up into her air. When he was done, she smiled. She knew it was the beginning of a wonderful relationship.
*****
THE END
ALPHA BILLIONAIRE Romance - Bad Boy Billionaire
1
Dana loved her business. That was an odd thing to admit to herself since she had never even used a sex toy in her life. She pleasured herself of course, but she had never felt the need to use something like one of the latex dildo’s she rang up and placed into discrete black plastic bags for her customers.
Dana was three years out of business school, and she had known exactly the kind of business she wanted to be in. After all, sex sells. She opened The Treasure Box a month after graduating, and it hadn’t taken long for the little shop to take off. It was a squat square building with dim windows and a parking lot in the rear. Everyone liked to buy sex toys, but no one liked to be seen doing it.
The shop started off doing well, and Dana had hired Jeff, a thirty-something stoner to help out, and so she could actually have a day or two off here and there. Lately, though, the business had been down. The internet was cutting into her profits more and more, and she had let Jeff go. He had been more disappointed that he had never managed to get her into bed, more than he was bummed about losing his job.
Dana was attractive, and she knew it. She was lithe but curvy, with large breasts and a bubble butt. She had a flat tummy and long brown hair which she always pulled back into a simple ponytail. She didn’t put much effort into looking good, but she didn’t have to. Her lips were full and pouty, her eyes smoky and a grayish blue. She had white teeth and a perfect smile, and her voice was husky. Jeff had always said she looked like she could have been a famous actress in the forties.
She wasn’t quite twenty-five, and she had had a string of boyfriends since highschool, but none ever amounted to much of anything. Just a bit of fun, and then they wanted something more serious, and she freaked out and ended it.
Most guys expected her to be a sexual creature, owning a sex shop and everything, but Dana had always tended to be a little bit vanilla in bed. She had grown up in an ultra conservative household, and it had affected her. Her mother had almost fainted when she told her she was opening a shop which sold dildos and fake vaginas, and her father hadn’t talked to her for over a year. Things were better now, but her parents never asked about her business.
It was a Thursday when she met him. Gregory Jones, tall dark and handsome. He entered The Treasure Chest alone. It was ten in the morning; Dana had just opened. No one else was there yet, and the young woman had been stocking a new shipment of cock rings near the back of the store. She had heard the bell ring, a little silver chime which hung over the doorway, and was rocked when the door opened and hit it.
She called out to her new customer. “I’m back here, yell when you’re ready to check out.”
; There wasn’t an answer for a moment, and it made Dana nervous. She stood up and turned, just in time to see the sexiest looking man she had ever seen step around the final aisle and smile at her. He was tanned and tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw that made it seem as though he had missed his calling as a superhero. His hair was fair, blonde and wavy though he kept it trimmed quite short. He was wearing a suit which looked expensive to even Dana’s eye, untrained as it was in such matters.
“Hey there,” the man said. “I could use your help.”
“What can I do for you?” Dana asked, and she realized she was holding a cock ring package. She put it down quickly, her cheeks burning. The man seemed to take note of her sudden flash of embarrassment, his brow rising on his forehead, but he was too much of a gentleman to say anything about it.
“Do you sell strapon dildos?”
Dana nodded. “Sure, follow me.”
She had to step around the man to get out of the aisle, and she brushed against him slightly, and when she did, it was as if her whole body exploded. She felt a heat, and she realized that she had just met the man, but she wanted him badly already.
She went towards the middle of the store, down an aisle with a few strapon dildo choices.
“Ah, thank you,” the man said.
“Sure, I’ll be up front when you’re ready,” Dana said, and she turned to leave, but the man held up a hand.
“Actually, I need some more help. I don’t know much about these.”
“Wife send you in?” Dana asked.
“Something like that,” Gregory laughed, and then he held up his hand, showing that he wore no ring. “No wife, though. Not really a girlfriend either. Just a woman, I’m afraid. I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of lecherous worm.”
“Hey, your business is your own business, and if it means you’re buying from me, it’s good business.”