“I didn’t know you were a horny little fuck,” Frost moans back, trying to rise.
I shove her chest, forcing her back down. “Oh no, you aren’t taking control right now. It’s time for me to get what I want. You hear me?” I grumble, grabbing onto her throat while I drive both of these cocks inside her. While tightening my grip around her neck I increase my speed, wanting to hear her moan my name the way I moaned hers. She’s addicting like a new drug on the streets, and after one taste I want more. I’m a junkie, and she’s my fix.
She withers and shakes showing me I’m on the right track. And before I realize what’s happening, she tenses up and her eyes are rolling back. “Fuck, Cheyenne. Motherfucker, you’re so fucking . . . fuck! You’re so good at this.”
I don’t stop. Instead I keep going, driving into her to give her the longest orgasm she can give me. I mean, last night she gave me multiples and I need to pay her back however I can.
I don’t know why, but I feel like this is only the start to the joy I’m going to make her feel.
Frost and I stayed upstairs for about two hours, going back and forth with each other. It got to the point where we started smelling like cum, so we hopped in her shower and well . . . things got a little heated.
Freshly dried, we’re heading down the stairwell, planning on getting some breakfast. She let me borrow one of her outfits and thankfully we’re the same size, everywhere but the chest it seems. Even her ass is a bit chunky, just the way I like them.
“So, what’re you planning on doing today?” Frost asks while I’m opening the fridge.
I have the door open, so I scan for some fresh milk and I think I’ll grab a bowl of cereal. After all the calories we burned, I’m going to need to eat something. Especially with Frost around. She’s . . . something else. It’s the only way I can sum it up.
“I haven’t really planned much of anything,” I confess, taking the milk in my hands. Footsteps get closer to me and before I know what’s happening, she’s pushing my chest into the fridge. The chill causes my nipples to bud through my shirt.
“I think you’re getting excited for round three.”
“Round three? Don’t you mean round thirty?” I giggle, not minding either or. She knows what she’s doing with a woman’s body, so I’ll take what she’s giving.
“You’re a little smartass, Cheyenne. I love it.” Frost snakes her hand around the front of my body, toying with my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. She rotates her finger around them, causing them to each get bigger, budding, begging for her mouth around them.
Jesus.
I’ve turned into some sort of sexual minx.
“I take it this means you’re free today?” She whispers in my ear, and I nod.
“Yep, it seems like I am.”
“Good, there’s somewhere I want to take you. A hidden gem I made after some inspiration from a club I know.”
I turn to face her with milk in hand. “Oh?”
“Mhm, but you’d better get some food. You’re going to need it.”
Chapter Twenty-One
There is nothing quite like the feeling of infatuation. It is the most powerful form of ecstasy, like lust and obsession combined with the volume turned all the way up.
~ Ranata Suzuki
Frost
Elena said it would happen. How one day I’d meet the woman who could keep up with my sexuality. It’s been the demise for all of my relationships. The thing is, it isn’t just about my stamina, but the shit I do to women. The way I’ll chain them up, strap them down and fuck them like they’re a whore until they’re screaming for me to leave them alone.
If someone is with me, they’re mine.
I’ve been compared to vile men before by some of my exes, but, if you ask me, I’m worse.
If I’m with a woman, I own that pussy and I’ll take it whenever I want.
I’ll fuck it until there isn’t any cum left.
I’ll fuck my girl until she’s feeling me for weeks, begging for more.
Needless to say, it’s been really hard to find a woman who can, for one, keep up with my stamina, and two, who isn’t afraid of the things I’ll do to them, or the situations I’ll put them in. I’m a kinky fucker and today I’m going to discover if Cheyenne is just as bad as I am. I’ve been watching her for the last few weeks and I still can’t put my finger on it. But there’s this part of her that strikes me. It makes me want to believe she could be the woman for me . . . but I won’t know until after this test. Until I show her who I really am, who a friend . . . a dear friend showed me a world I was missing. His name is Preston Ortega, but most people call him Filthy and he’s a full patch member in the Dungeon Demons MC, a club made up of Doms and Masters. If there was a place for me there, I would’ve taken it . . . but their rules have been set in stone since they started.
Bull is a good friend of mine, since I’ve been with the club for a while now, and he also has very dominant tendencies . . . so he and I created a dungeon for people from the club to use. It’s back in the woods in the basement of an old, restored cabin. This is where I’m taking Cheyenne right now.
“This is adorable. I didn’t even know about it,” Cheyenne mutters as we walk in the front of the house. Some of the guys use this part of the property to hunt elk when it’s hunting season, but honestly, most don’t even know about what’s downstairs.
“I didn’t come here to show you the cabin, Cheyenne.” I tell her with a slight laugh, while I walk in front of her. I lead her to the basement stairwell and punch in the code to unlock the door.
It pops open. “Whoa, fancy.”
Looking to the right, I smirk. “You ready to see what I came to show you?”
“Probably not, but I’m curious as hell, so please lead the way.” She smiles, motioning with her eyes down the stairwell.
I head down first and wait for her at the bottom, but don’t turn on the light yet. There’s a small light in the stairwell, but it’s only enough to illuminate the stairwell itself. “Shut the door before you get down here, okay?”
“Sure,” Cheyenne replies and I hear it click, locking from the outside. This way no one can come interrupt us, if something happens. If she sees this all and tells me she wants to leave, she can go right ahead, but no one else can gain access to the dungeon unless I physically walk up and let them in.
Sometimes that happens, where I invite others . . . but I’m into some kinky shit. It happens on occasion, but not too frequently.
“Are you ready?” I ask her as she reaches the bottom step.
“As ready as I’m going to be.”
I flick up the switch, turning on all the lights in the basement.
We have quite the array of designs and textures here, but man, it’s the perfect place to fuck. It’s mainly purple and red, with leather and wooden accents. Whether it be décor or the actual furniture. In one corner we have a stripping station set up with three chairs around it in case we’d like a private show. There’s also a private bedroom with cheetah print sheets and a glorious bathroom. The tub could fit five or six people depending on their size, and the bed is a good size as well. But of course, there’s a cage under the bed. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg.
“Wow.”
Is that really all she’s going to say?
“Wow?” I repeat, looking right at her.
Cheyenne starts to stroll around the place, looking at the furniture, touching the different mechanisms. “I had no idea you were into the kinky shit.”
“I am. Is that a problem?”
Cheyenne’s dark almond eyes meet mine from about ten feet away and she shakes her head. “No, no problem whatsoever. It’s a relief, knowing I won’t scare you off.”
“I’m relieved. Usually I’m the one scaring women away.” I admit, figuring it’s best to be honest with her.
“You’ll be pleased to hear, none of this phases me in the least bit.” She says, smiling as she walks around the room and takes in ev
erything we have. “But I’m curious.”
“About?” I question, falling back onto the black leather couch.
Cheyenne completely stops walking around and makes sure to have eye contact with me. “I’m wondering what you’re looking for, from me. Are you looking for a fuck buddy, a girlfriend, an ol’ lady. What is it you want?”
“Is all three too much?” I laugh.
“Very funny.” She quips, rolling her eyes.
I take in a deep breath, “It’s hard to explain. I’ve always wanted someone to settle down with. It’s always been something I would let happen, but wouldn’t force, if that makes sense.”
“It does,” she nods.
“So, I don’t know how to answer that question yet, Cheyenne . . .”
She licks her lips and puts a hand on her hip, signaling I’m about to get my ass chewed out. “Funny since you’ve been hovering for the last few weeks. And if you try to deny it, remember I wasn’t born yesterday. I know when someone is checking me out.”
“Okay, I was. You caught me red-handed. But, I don’t know. Can we just not force shit and see how we connect? I’m not gonna make you an ol’ lady like some of these overbearing men have. That’s for damn sure.”
Cheyenne lets out a breath like she’d been holding it in for ages, “Thank fuck. I was worried about that, and if you even tried to lock me down, I would’ve popped you in the face. I’m perfectly fine being alone. I just prefer not to be, sometimes.”
I nod, “Alright. I catch what you’re saying.”
“So, we’ll see where things go?” She questions.
I nod again but for the first time in my life, I don’t think I could let this one go, if it ever came to that. Something about Cheyenne speaks to me, and while I don’t quite know what it is yet, I have a feeling one day I will.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Just because someone is family, it doesn’t mean you have to tolerate lies, chaos, drama, manipulation and disrespect.
~ She Found Strength
Cheyenne
For once, someone I’m seeing is on the same page as me. It isn’t often that happens, so we’re going to see where things go. We’ll take it one step at a time, and I’m fucking excited about it. Frost actually stayed around and hung out with me most of the day. For a bit, I thought she’d get in trouble for it, but when Zane came around looking for her, he had such a sly smirk dragged across his face. He didn’t even ask any questions, but I’m sure he was reading between the lines. Plus, we weren’t shy about our moans last night.
“Now, I’m regretting not claiming one of these guys before,” Frost laughs, dangling the little feather cat toy. Tigger and Smudge are knocking each other over just to attack it, then Noelle’s kitten comes running through, toppling them over like a bowling ball.
“Your loss, or you know, you could adopt a cat from the shelter. When these guys leave, I’ll be getting Smudge a new baby.”
“Wow, a genius must’ve given you that idea.” Frost cackles, cocking a brow.
“More like a smartass, but yeah.”
All day we’ve been poking fun at each other and I figured at some point I’d get annoyed with her, but it’s doing quite the opposite. She’s only making me want her more.
“They’re having a party at the club if you wanna head down. I heard they’re having some allies come in from out of town.”
It’s not often they get visitors up here, so I’m interested to see who’s coming.
“Oh? Everything okay?”
Frost’s normally playful expression grows serious. “You know I can’t talk about club business.”
“Ah, I see.”
“But, I don’t think it’s anything to be worried about. You just keep doing what you usually do.”
“Licking your pussy?”
Frost busts out laughing, “No, practicing medicine. And you said I was the smartass?”
“Mhm,” I confirm, sticking my tongue out.
“Come on, sassypants, let’s go down and check the party out. It’s probably better I make an appearance, too. Don’t want Zane chewing me out.”
“Okay,” I get up from my armchair and head toward the door, still wearing Frost’s outfit from this morning. We both slide our winter coats on and she follows me as I walk down the path to the clubhouse.
Frost opens the door for me, being quite chivalrous. I make my way inside and grab a bottle of water from one of the prospects. One thing I’ve learned is they usually task one of them to make sure everyone has full drinks. In my case, I’d rather drink water. I had my fun last night and everything is safe in moderation, so I won’t push it.
There were a few trucks and SUVs outside that I don’t think belonged to anyone here. I’m still new, but I do know everyone’s grocery getters by now. That’s what the club calls normal cars, grocery getters.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me right now . . .”
A voice I’ve heard a million times causes me to come to a halt, like I’ve been struck by lightning. Most people would adore hearing their sibling’s voice after not seeing them for over a year, but not me. The less I hear from Boomer, the better.
I don’t look for him, even though I know his voice came from my left. I don’t want to see him. I just want him to act like he didn’t see me, but I know that’s asking for too much.
Frost wraps an arm around my waist and tries to pull me forward to walk with her. As I don’t budge, she furrows her brows and looks into my eyes. “Everything alright?”
I take in a deep breath and debate what to tell her. I could let all my dirty laundry spill out right now, just like all the blood my brother’s spilled . . . or I could . . . what exactly? There aren’t any other options.
“Cheyenne, don’t act like you didn’t fucking hear me.” He’s angry now. Great.
Frost’s eyes shift over to where his voice is coming from. “You know that asshole?” She asks, when I’m pretty sure it’s quite obvious.
“He’s my brother, Boomer.”
“Oh, cool . . . I think.” Frost murmurs. It’s amazing how she quickly catches on that things aren’t good between the two of us.
“I know you said club business, but what the fuck is going on Frost?” I speak to her in a whisper, trying hard to keep my voice from cracking, but I’m terrified. Why? Because I know the man in here, with people who aren’t anything like him.
“Fuck. I’m not supposed to tell you jack shit, but it’s obvious something is wrong. All I know is the Corrupt Kings MC was coming here tonight to hand back an enemy of the club. They found her causing some problems in their territory, and she was trying to sell secrets of the club to grant her freedom. They’re allies, so they brought her here.” Frost looks past me and her eyes narrow in on him, “Dude, you can back the fuck up. I’m having a private conversation here.”
“My name is Boomer, prospect, and if you wanna stay one you should show a little respect.” My brother seethes. I shut my eyes for a second and take in a deep breath before turning to look at him.
“Boomer,” I smile, faking it ‘til I make it just like I did growing up with him.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Cheyenne? I thought you were out in . . .” He was never one to pay much attention.
“I haven’t been there for a while now. I’ve been travelling. Took a pitstop here in Montana when I got a flat and the Reapers helped me out with it. My car should be ready tomorrow, and then I’ll be on my way.” I state, lying straight through my teeth.
Boomer draws his brows together for a second, not believing it. “Why are you so close with this one?”
“I fucked her a lot last night,” Frost comments, “We’re keeping each other warm in the dead of winter. You know?” It looks like she’s going to keep up my lie. Okay. I might be able to get out of this before shit gets too deep. I just need to make it until I can get out of the club, or until Boomer leaves.
“Chey’, how’s my little dude doing?” Bull asks, walking straight up to
us.
“Little dude?” Fuck, this is making things worse.
“Yeah, Chey’ here has been fostering some kittens the last couple weeks. I’m adopting one of them.” Bull smiles brightly just as my brother’s eyes narrow in on me. He grabs me by the throat.
“What the fuck you lyin’ to me for, sis? Huh? What you lyin’ for?” Boomer snarls.
It all happens so quickly for me to process what’s going on. But, somehow Frost has her gun out, pointed at my brother and Bull’s already slammed his fist into Boomer’s face. He knocked him really good, considering he has blood pouring over his lips.
“What the fuck!? This is none of your concern. It’s between me and my sister,” Boomer spits blood out onto the floor and I spot Zane walking over from the corner of the room. He hands Neo over to Octavia and whispers something to her. Every woman and child disappears quickly, getting out of here before shit heads even more south than it’s already going.
“Everything okay here?” Zane asks as he comes up.
“Does it look okay?! This cunt has a gun on me and this fucker made me bleed. You’ll pay for this, Zane. I’ll make sure of it.” Oh, there he is. My brother with the threats.
“Mmm, I see. How about you give me Blossom now and you can be on your way, since it’s obvious you overstayed your welcome this time.” Zane smirks, not even doubting why his people acted a certain way. He’ll stick up for them, time and time again.
Boomer wipes his hand across his face and stands back up. “I’m changing the terms. You give me my sister, and I’ll give you Blossom.”
Zane looks to me, then back to Boomer. “Not going to happen. I’ll pay you for Blossom, but if you’re going to give me other backwoods way of doing shit, you can get the fuck out of my club right now.”
“Oh, Zane, you don’t wanna start a war with me.” Boomer shakes his head, with the same devilish look in his eye. One I know far too well. The same one that haunts my dreams.
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