SOLD: Jagged Souls MC

by Naomi West

  He closed his eyes. She was just the same as him, willing to do whatever she had to do to win her war. But he knew she wasn't any more likely to achieve that victory than he was. This was all just a fool's errand, and they were just tilting at windmills. He squeezed her tighter against his chest, realizing neither of them would win this fight. Two people, against a massive, corrupt corporation and the entire criminal justice system? How could they?

  “I really fucked up, didn't I?” Abby asked.

  “Yeah,” he agreed ,as he opened his eyes and squeezed her tighter against him. “You really screwed the pooch on this one.” He'd never felt this close to anyone, in any context. They were like two sides of the same coin. And yeah, she was a cold, heartless bitch. But, in his arms and pressed against his body, she felt warmer than any human being ever.

  She pulled back from his chest and looked up at him, her almond blue eyes lingering on his, their lips just inches apart. “Yeah,” she agreed, as her eyes flickered down to his lips for the briefest of moments. “I did.”

  He didn't think. He just needed to feel her skin against his and feel her body bending to his whim and will. He had to find some sort of control in his life. He needed to feel that everything wasn't spinning away from him.

  Abby's body trembled in anticipation as she bit her lower lip.

  He knew what she wanted, in spite of, and, perhaps, because of what he had done to her over the last several days. He leaned down and kissed her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Zed

  He didn't hold back as he crushed her lips with his. She was soft and sweet as a peach as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, groaning with frustration transformed into lust.

  Abby opened her mouth to him, moaning as she swirled her tongue around his.

  He crushed her body with his arms, squeezing her tightly as he began to peel her clothes off, his hands tearing at her shirt and shorts. He pulled her t-shirt over her head, his eyes sweeping over her half-naked body. She hadn't worn a bra today, and he loved how hard her little pink nipples were already.

  She pressed herself into his arms, panting as he ran his hands over her. She went to slide her hands beneath his undershirt and to rake her nails across his flesh, but he brushed her hands away.

  She belonged to him, and he wanted to do with her what he saw fit. He moved lower, to her neck, his teeth flashing as, together, they pushed her shorts down off her hips.

  “Please, sir,” she panted, as he bit her neck and she arched under his controlling hands. “Please, God. Please fuck me, sir. Please just fuck me.” She went to shimmy her bikini-cut panties over her hips as Zed pulled her shorts off her shapely legs, but Zed was faster.

  The need to taste her, to be inside of her, was greater than anything he'd ever felt. Memories of her soft lips, expert tongue, and lithe fingers flashed in his mind. He wanted her to succumb to his touch. He slid a hand through the hip strap of her panties, and, with one, firm pull, the fabric stretched and tore as he ripped them from her hips.

  She moaned, her legs spread and her blonde pussy displayed for him.

  He pulled her into his lap, forcing her to straddle him. He bit her shoulder and cupped a firm cheek with a big, rough hand, covering almost all of her behind.

  She gasped under his roaming hands and biting mouth, wordlessly pleading for him to not stop.

  His hand came up, encircling her throat as he dipped his head to first one breast, then the other. He bit her hard as he sucked, and she yelped in surprised pleasure.

  “More,” she groaned, her voice gasping as he squeezed her throat harder. “Pease, sir. Do whatever you want with me, sir!”

  “Hands behind your back,” he growled, squeezing her ass so tightly, he knew it'd leave bruises. “Now.”

  She thrusts her arms behind her back and locked her fingers together, pushing her tits higher on her chest.

  Zed roughly shoved the hand at her throat, arching her back as he dropped his head again to her breasts. He squeezed her throat, choking her as brought his hand up from her ass and yanked her hair.

  She gurgled her moaning approval, her hips grinding as she pleasured herself on the front of his woolen slacks. The heat was rolling off her pussy, and it was aching for his attention.

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  Abby

  Pain blossomed all over her body, but it just seemed to meld with the pleasure as he bit her flesh and squeezed her until she thought she might die from how wonderful it all felt. She'd never felt so possessed in all her life, or so dirty and used. She belonged to him in that moment, and there was nothing she could do about it.

  Here she was, her eyes wide and staring at the ceiling of her home office, Zed's giant hand clasped over her throat, the fingers of his other hand tangled in her long blonde hair, as his mouth did things to her breasts she'd never dreamed of letting another man do, let alone dreamed she would ever enjoy. But she was grinding herself on his crotch like a wanton slut, panting as she felt her first orgasm building inside her.

  He let her go and she almost whined in protest. “Undress me, slut,” he growled.

  “Yes, sir,” she said in a raspy voice, as she eagerly nodded. “Anything, sir.” She could still feel the heat from his hand on her throat, and her scalp felt like it was alive and on fire from the vicious hair-pulling he'd been giving her. But, for whatever reason, it all only served to stoke the furnace between her legs that much higher.

  She began to pull his shirt up, revealing his six-pack and broad chest. She wanted to kiss him and to run her tongue over his stiff nipples like he had to her, but Abby knew that wasn't what she'd been ordered to do.

  He helped her pull his undershirt over his head and tossed it aside, his eyes narrowing as they swept over her naked form.

  She kept her own desires in check, making sure Zed's were forefront, and slipped her hands down between her wetness and his crotch. She unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his slacks, and fought the urge to slip her hand inside his pants to get at that stunning example of manhood she couldn't keep from her mind. She needed to remember that she could only follow his orders. She was his, to do with as he pleased.

  “Take them off,” he commanded, his voice husky.

  She climbed off his lap and got on all four in front of him, straddling his legs. She hooked her fingers in the tops of his boxer briefs and slid his underwear and slacks off him as he lifted his hips. Abby groaned in anticipation as his full length came into view and she saw him naked for the first time.

  “Come here, slut,” he beckoned with one hand.

  She crawled up his body, careful to brush her sharply excited nipples over his thighs as she moved up his legs. She straightened herself out, melting into him, and pressing her breasts against him till they flattened against his chest. She stopped with her sex hovering just over his turgid length. All she could think of was how much she wanted him inside her, filling her. She knew he would hurt, but just at first, the same as all of her past experiences with him.

  He brushed his lips over hers as he encircled her in his arms and held her tight. “Tell me you want it,” he whispered.

  She closed her eyes, trembling as he squeezed her tightly. “I want it, sir.”

  “Tell me you need it,” he replied.

  She whined in protest, but still complied. “I need it, sir. I need you inside me.”

  “Good girl,” he whispered, his hand passing from her lower back to her firm ass. He slapped her hard, making her eyes fly open in surprise as she moaned excitedly at the sharp crack of pain. He moved his hands to her tiny hips, making her feel small and inconsequential.

  He could break her at any time, but he could also send her to heights she never knew existed. She bit her lower lip, whining again as she trembled in anticipation.

  “Guide me, like a good little whore,” he whispered.

  She reached down between her legs and wrapped her fingers around his rod. He was thick and hot, just like she remembered, and she was momentarily worried that h
e'd be too much for her. She guided his head over her dripping lips, though, and, realizing how wet she was, she knew she'd be able to fit him.

  He lowered her slowly, throwing his head back as he lifted his hips and began to push into her.

  She threw her head back, too, moaning as she closed her eyes. The feeling was amazing, and the pleasure unparalleled, as she inexorably stretched around his girth.

  He continued to bring her down, letting gravity help as she slid lower and lower on his cock. “You're so tight. So hot,” he growled, his fingers like vices on her hips, gripping painfully tight.

  She nodded, moaning out, “God, you feel wonderful, sir. Please use me. Make me yours, sir.”

  He licked his dry lips and kissed her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She opened for him, taking him into her mouth and sucking hard as he slowly bottomed out inside of her, the tip of him pushing deeper into her than any man before.

  Her whole body spasmed as she took the last of him, her muscles shaking in delicious surrender. It was like a tumult of pleasure within her, a war of wants and needs. She wanted to begin to rise on him, to feel him sliding in and out of her, but she knew she needed to wait for his command.

  He bit her lip as he pulled back and lifted her like a feather off his lap, his breathing shallow and raspy. He groaned again as he brought her down faster than before, his hips driving his cock up and into her, his pelvis slamming into her.

  She nearly screamed into his mouth as he pounded into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body was already shaking as she neared her climax. “Oh, sir. Zed, fuck me,” she said, in a whispering ramble. Every stroke brushed over her g-spot, goading the flame inside her to greater heights. Every part of her seemed to be excited, even the carpet beneath her knees sending her into the stratosphere from the intensity of the sensations.

  Despite the cool air in the office, sweat rolled off their bodies. He moved his hands around, grabbed her by the ass, and dragged her up and down his cock. He slapped her ass hard, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain that seemed to nudge her even closer to an orgasm.

  “Harder, sir,” she groaned, as she ground herself on the base of his length, her clit rubbing on each downward movement. “Harder, sir, please,” she panted, as she pushed her ass back into his hands and arched her back to try and take him deeper.

  He slapped her ass again, the loud cracking sound filling the room. “I'm close, whore,” he growled, his mouth nestling into the hollow of her collarbone and his breath hot on her skin.

  She was close, too. She felt him speed up, subtly picking up his pace as his breathing came faster and heavier. They kissed again, their teeth flashing, gasping as they moved as one form.

  “Please, sir. Please cum inside me. I need to feel you,” she groaned, as her body seemed to melt into his sculpted, rock-hard muscles. She clawed, bit, and ground herself against him as he continued to fuck her in long, hard strokes.

  He slapped her ass again as he frantically fucked her, his hips hammering into her with each stroke. She met each thrust, her body clenching and unclenching around him, massaging his length. Finally, his whole body stiffened and he pinned her to him, impaling her on his manhood as he moaned into her mouth.

  Abby's eyes closed as she shuddered, the climax slamming into her body as she felt him cum deep inside of her. Fireworks exploded between her eyes, lighting up the inside of her head like New Years Eve or the Fourth of July. She screamed as her body shook and quaked, a flood of her own excitement dripping over his cock. She gasped, trying to catch her breath as he pumped into her a few more times, every thrust seeming to be more than she could handle.

  Finally, though, the pleasure and intensity of the moment seemed to ebb. His cock began to soften inside of her as she they held each other close on the floor of her home office. They kissed again, more tentatively than before, as their roles of captor and captive seemed to spring back into view.

  She threw one leg off of him and collapsed at his side, resting herself against his giant arm. Still panting, she closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. She gave one last groan as an aftershock infiltrated through her post-sex haze, closing her eyes and biting her lip. Damn, that was the most intense sex she'd ever had. She sighed again, her whole body relaxed and so deliciously used, both cheeks of her bottom red and burning, as if they were embarrassed.

  Leaning against Zed like that, his arm now around her shoulder and pulling her close into his naked chest, she allowed herself to drift off. Even if only for a moment.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Abby

  Abby awoke to see Zed walking back into the study, glass of water in hand. He was still naked, his clothes left strewn around the office in haphazard piles. For her part, she still lay on the carpet, naked as the day she was born, her back pressed against the cool wall.

  “You're awake,” he mumbled, as he came over and offered her the glass of water.

  Abby smiled and sat up, her eyes taking in his form. Earlier had been the first time she'd seen him naked, but even she couldn't believe what great shape he was in. He could have been a model for Men's Health. No wonder he could take her so easily and virtually toss her around the room. She accepted the water with a mumbled, “Thanks.” She sat back against the wall, her body still beautifully sore in all the right ways, and took a sip to hydrate her dry throat.

  “I've been thinking,” she said, after taking another sip and setting the glass aside. “I can still get what you want and make the people who did this to Kai pay.”

  He made an unpleasant face as he grabbed his clothes from the floor and began pulling them back on. “Yeah?” he asked. “What would that entail?”

  “Just let me go back to Pharma-Vitae. With what I know, I can bring down Mark Letterman, the man who pushed Dimalerax this way. He's the one responsible, not the whole company.”

  His pants back on, he stopped and frowned at her before pulling his tight undershirt back over his head and smoothing it down his body. “Think you could do that?”

  She nodded. “I know I could,” she said emphatically. “I could get rid of all those people and ruin their careers.”

  Zed seemed to consider her words for a moment. Then, without saying anything one way or the other, he bent down and scooped up her discarded clothes, collecting them in one hand.

  “What . . . what are you doing with my clothes?” she asked, then glanced up at his glowering face. “Sir?” she corrected.

  “I don't think you'll be going back. Not like that,” he mumbled. “You deleted those files, Abby.” He sighed and shook his head as he dropped the handful of her clothes on the desk, then turned back to her. “I can't let that slide.”

  But, that wasn't fair. She was sorry. She scrambled to her knees, the carpet pressing into her skin. “But, Zed, I can still help you!”

  He shook his head and made a “get up” motion with his hand. “Come on,” he said.

  “Are you . . . what are you going to do to me?” she asked, a note of panic entering her voice as she climbed to her feet

  “Just what you deserve for betraying me,” he said, his voice flat.

  She hung her head and stretched out her hand to him. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer as he pulled the dog chain and collar from his pants pocket. She pulled her hair up and off her neck, just like she'd gotten used to doing, and he slipped it around and closed it.

  Her whole body began to shake with nervousness and expectation. So many times in the collar had been so awful, but so many had been wonderful as well. It was almost impossible for her body to know which was coming. She just knew that it would be some sort of sensory overload. She didn't know whether to be terrified or overjoyed in some sick way.

  He grabbed up the chain and left the room, leading her naked from her office. She hung her head, her eyes focused on his feet as he led her back down the long hallway to her bedroom. He stopped in front of the closet door.

  Oh God, not the chair again! Anything but
the chair. She immediately whined deep in her throat, knowing she could handle it, but that it would still be awful and humiliating. “Please, sir,” she groaned. “You can do whatever you want to me, just not that.”

  “You're right,” he said with a resigned sigh, as he opened the closet door and led her within, “I can do whatever I want with you. And, unfortunately, your punishment is the chair, Abby. Now, come on.”

  She sat of her own free will in the chair, still marveling at how this had become her life. He grabbed the duct tape and strapped her into the dining room chair, her back arched in an uncomfortable position.

  As Zed worked, he spoke to her. “I'm leaving you alone, so you can think about what you've done and about the hurt you've caused me. Think about how you're leaving a man to die because of a drug your company pushed. I have to think about what to do with you now that you're useless to me.”