As we head back to the kitchen to eat lunch I think again about the choices that I have made concerning this woman, the Dungeon, and the MC. It is the first time that I have second guessed any of my decisions concerning anything since the beginning of my Presidency. Making me question myself is yet another side effect of these feelings that I have for this woman.
I know that I love her, but telling her this soon will just spook her so I must hold back. She will have no questions by my actions, care, protection, and domination that I do though.
Chapter 20 – Pearl
Trading time between Milwaukee and Chicago these past two months has been very calming and peaceful. Especially the time I have been spending with Markus. He is so caring and protective of me, the babe, and the girls.
We have even made it to the Dungeon to play a few times during that time. Each time we have scened together I was nervous to say the least. Those thoughts were quickly quieted by Markus and the calming effect he has on me. Soothing me with just a hand or a few words whispered in my ear.
We did the first scene in a private room and it was a nice intro into play at the Dungeon. We had gone over the rules of our interactions at the Dungeon repeatedly so we would have no transgressions while we were there in the public or private areas. We started slow and the whole evening was a great continuation of our play from his home. The only real issue I have when we are there is the amount of eyes on us. Everyone is seemingly so intrigued by the Master and his new found pet.
The second night was in the open and there was a large crowd to witness it. Word of The Master of the Dungeon taking a pet, peaking the interest of most of the members to come tonight and watch us play. It probably didn’t help that the word was out Master was going to scene that night and it would be in the open to show off his pet.
Seeing the number of cars in the parking lot as we pulled up sent my stomach to flutter. “Markus, Master, why are there so many people here tonight?” was out before I could stop myself. Even though we had not started our play yet, we were close enough that I should be still following protocol for play. My hands fidget together in my lap waiting for the response from the man sitting next to me.
“Pet, the members have heard that we will have a public scene and are interested in seeing how well my pet is at serving her Master. It is nothing to worry about and you should not even register all these people. The only one who matters, while we are here, is your Master and how well you serve him.” Reaching over to raise my chin up and towards him he goes on. “You are a superior pet, Sweetling, you have nothing to worry about except making me happy and serving me to the best of your ability. Both of which you excel at.”
These words calm me instantly. The thoughts of his flogger, mouth, hands, and cock are not that bad for me and my roller coaster of emotions either.
As we walk into the Dungeon we are greeted by Shadow and a number of other members of the MC that I have started to see more of as Markus and I have been spending more and more time together.
Markus sends me into the changing room with a bag that he pulled out of the truck as we were walking up. I slowly walk into the locker room and change into the nonexistent clothing my Master has chosen for me. A matching bra and thong set in a pale pink, and a pair of matching thigh high stockings. The baby bump is very noticeable as I catch myself in the mirror walking towards the exit. I slowly run my hands over the bump and stare for a few short minutes. I cannot believe that I am a little over five months pregnant and at a fucking BDSM club in nothing more than a bra, panties, and thigh high stockings.
As my eyes slide up over my body the glare off my collar catches my eye in the mirror. As I bring a hand up to the collar and start to finger and toy with it I notice a small movement behind me. As I glance behind my shoulder I see a small wisp of a woman staring at me.
“You must be Master Markus’ pet. I am Ember, Master Markus sent me in here to check on you and see if you needed any help.” Her eyes drop quickly as I turn to her. Quickly dropping my hands to my sides I take a few short steps toward this gorgeous little thing and cannot stop myself from reaching out to stroking the red hair that is now draped over her shoulders running to her hips.
Her eyes rise slightly and I pull my hand back from her. “Yes, Ember I am Master Markus’ pet. My name is Pearl. Thanks for coming to check on me, I am fine and will be out in just a moment or two.”
Turning back towards the mirror and taking the last few steps toward it I see her green eyes shine in the mirror before she turns to make her exit. I finish my once over in the mirror and head for the door.
Seeing Ember talking with Markus as I walk out of the locker room and putting her hands on him sets something off in me. I make my way towards them quickly and stop abruptly when Markus reaches out to place a hand on my shoulder.
“Pet, calm down. Ember was just telling me how much she would like to scene with you in the future, if I would allow it. She seems to think that you might make a good Domme and be able to dominate and gain her submission. Something I have frequently thought about these last few months while we have been getting to know each other better.”
Stroking slowly over my shoulder stopping his hand on my ass he continues, “She was not trying to take what is yours, do not worry, Pet. I am all yours and have no inclination to spend any time or effort on any other women and you should know that by now. Questioning or doubting me and my intentions are something that will get you the discipline you so frequently seek, Sweetling.”
Taking his hand off of my ass he quickly looks between Ember and me as he goes on. “However this idea of you being a Domme to Ember might be something that we will discuss, Yes? But, not tonight, tonight I have other plans for us. Goodnight Ember,” he says nodding at her as he grabs my hand and leads me over to the stage.
“Pet, we will do a scene here on the stage tonight and I may or may not decide to share your beautiful orgasms with everyone, until I have given you permission make sure you hold off on them. Tell me the safe words before I begin on you, Pet.”
“Yes, Master. Halt to stop, Yield to slow down.”
“Good, good. Now up by the cross. Our baby is getting to be large enough to cause some small issues while we play pet, I will have to come up with some ways around him. For tonight just make sure you have enough space and are not putting too much pressure on him while you are up against the cross. I will not bring out the whip because you will be able to move because of the tightness of the binds and I don’t want you squirming when I have the whip out.”
As he falls into a quick pattern with the flogging of my ass, thighs, and back I quickly fall into subspace. Flying high I lose track of time, but as I am being brought back to reality, I am released from the cross, carried over to a nearby table, and then bent over it. Growling into my ear I hear “Pet, you were made for me. You fly so quickly when I am flogging you and I cannot hold myself back from fucking you after seeing how beautiful you are when flying.”
As he gently rubs over the marks that I am sure have formed on my back, ass, and thighs he moves quickly to my core. Running his hands through my pussy he groans loudly as he finds me soaking. Pumping first one then two fingers slowly in and out of me he quickly pulls the fingers out of me and I feel the loss. That emptiness only lasts a few seconds before I am filled completely with his cock. He doesn’t pause as he sets a demanding pace with me.
The assault continues until I hear another growl in my ear as the beginnings of an orgasm build deep in me. “Wait for me, Pet. Wait to come until you feel me spilling myself deep inside of you.”
I stay off the blooming orgasm while he continues to pound into me from behind. He slowly moves a hand up my back and commands “open your mouth and suck on my fingers Pet, you will come with my fingers buried in your ass and my cock buried in your sweet cunt.”
I do so and am rewarded with the sweet tang of myself still lingering on his fingers. I lick it up hungrily again feeling a loss as he takes them out of my mo
uth. He starts to play with the tight hole while continuing his onslaught on my pussy. Slipping one finger slightly into my ass I groan at the suddenly full sensation I am feeling. Continuing to stretch and move that finger slowly in and out of my ass he stills within me. I feel him withdraw his finger from my ass and then feel his spit slowly running over my ass. Master runs that finger over the spit and returns it to my ass pushing again in to that tight hole. As he pulls and pushes that one finger he begins his movement within my pussy as well.
As he adds the second finger to my ass I am first on the edge of pain, that is only short lived as he quickly uses his other hand to find my clit and start to rub and tug on it sending me quickly into overdrive.
“Master, please,” comes out on a whisper of breath. “Please, may I come Master? You feel so go buried in my ass and pussy at the same time. Master, Please take your pleasure from me.” As I turn my head to the side and make contact with those blue pools I see love there as he answers me with a groan and I feel his cock explode inside of me answering my pleas in the best way possible. I let go of myself as I hear him growling “Mine” as he slides his fingers out of my ass and moves them up my back. Grabbing my hair sharply tugging my head up he again growls, no screams, “Mine” claiming me in yet another way as the crowd around us groans and moans.
As my orgasm takes me over I am quickly wrapped up in strong arms and a blanket before I am lifted off my feet, carried into and through to his office and placed tenderly on the bed. He leaves me for only a few seconds and I find myself reaching out for him. He returns from the bathroom, coming back to clean me up and apply salve over the welts that have formed. He then cuddles in behind me and pulls me tight against him wrapping himself around me as much as humanly possible.
As I lay wrapped in this man I think about the day we have tomorrow. I have another doctor appointment tomorrow and will find out the baby’s sex. I could have found out a few months back but was alone and not in the right place at the time. Tomorrow Markus will be coming with me and I am excited to see how he acts when he figures out that we are going to see the baby instead of the standard monthly check up.
He has taken to referring to the baby as a boy when he talks about it. We have talked and he doesn’t care either way, girl or boy, as long as both babe and mother are healthy. It is such a joy for me to hear that he is only concerned with our health, the love that he shows through his actions and deeds don’t stop surprising me. As I slowly drift to sleep I am comforted by the man behind me.
I am almost out when I hear words that have me questioning both me, this man, and everything that is going on between us. “I love you, Sweetling. No one and nothing will ever come between us. Not that stupid cunt, Layla, that stupid fuck Tank, or anything else will stand in the way of our family.” Is out on a low whisper as he wraps himself tighter around me and drifts to sleep, the mention of Tank causing me to awaken instantly.
I ease myself out of the bed being careful not to disrupt the man that is next to me. I move quietly into the office and sit at the desk chair, curling up into a tight ball and lose myself in thoughts of the man that left me to get raped and brutalized.
Chapter 21 – Tank
Riding for the past four months is something that must come to an end. I have to get back to Chicago, back to my life, back to my job, my brothers, my club. Facing the fact that she chose to no longer be a part of my fucking life, in the most fucked up way possible, is something that I just need to accept and move the fuck on from.
No matter what I do I cannot get her out of my fucking head though. No matter the number of sluts that I fuck, the number of subs that I scene with, the amount of Jack that I drown myself in; nothing drives her from my head. I wake up sweating and terrorized by the vision I walked in on that night. Most nights no matter who or what fills the void inside of me I am still left wanting the woman who broke me.
When I walked in on Pearl letting those two men have their way with her, I fucking lost it. I headed straight home to pack and hit the fucking road. I only took what I packed in a bag, my bike and headed south. I have picked up a few jobs here and there but have been in the wind for most of that time. Trying to only stop at brother charters that I have not been to, so that none of the brothers know me or the situation I am coming from. Staying only a night or two at each chapter, never long enough for the Prez to call me in, to question my presence at his chapter or reach out to Blaze to try and figure out what the situation is.
I am not sure what Blaze has done or told to anyone including the other chapter Presidents. My disgrace and slut of an ex is not wide spread knowledge, in fact no one seems to know anything of it, which shocks me greatly. Talking with brothers in each of the charters for the short time that I was at them, did not lead to any questioning of my seemingly unacknowledged MIA status from the Chicago charter.
I know that I will have a stern reprimand from the Prez and all my brothers when I return home, but there was no other option for me in that moment. I had to be gone. I am not sure what will happen when I walk back into the Clubhouse in Chicago, but I know it will not be a pleasant experience at all.
I have not even spoken with my parents in the four months that I have been away. I have dropped two signed postcards in the mail to let them know that I am okay, but that is it. I contemplate reaching out to them now to let them know that I am coming, but decide against it. Knowing that dad will talk with Blaze and I would not like him to have more time to plot my reprimand.
I start thinking about the long ride home in winter and quietly look through this burner phone to plan my path home. Being March, the weather will be touch and go as soon as I start heading north out of Texas and I would hate to get caught on the bike in the midst of a big Midwestern blizzard.
Looking through the weather I decide to sit tight for at least a couple days before starting my journey home. I am going to let the big storm that seems to be making its way across the country pass before I start the journey home.
Thinking about what will happen when I get home does not make my fitful night of sleep any easier. I wonder about what is happening with the MC, the Dungeon, and even the woman that should be far from my mind.
Looking towards the phone I have not turned on in four months I think again about the situations I will be walking back into at home. I think again about turning it on and checking in with my father, but will leave that for when I am on my way.
Chapter 22 – Blaze
I only realized too late that my words of love and protection did not fall on deaf ears. When I woke a short time after falling asleep, Pearl is gone. I knew it the instant I woke up and sensed that I was alone in bed. I am not sure what happened or where she has gone, but will make short work of finding her and punishing her for leaving this bed.
“Fuck!” I throw the lamp on next to the bed and get dressed fast not realizing that Pearl is nearer than I think. I storm through the office and am shocked to see Pearl curled up in the desk chair crying. I move to her swiftly and reach out to her gradually, not wanting to startle her. As our skin makes contact her eyes shoot to mine and I see so much pain there it stabs me to the core.
“Sweetling, what is it? Why are you so upset? It can’t be because of what I said, is it?” Slowly spinning the chair to face me, “Are you that fucking pissed and this is your reaction when I tell you I love you? Or is it because you do not feel the same way or cannot say it back to me?”
In between sobs, she answers to the best of her ability, “What? Markus, no I just,” she inhales deeply wiping the tears from her checks, “it’s just that you, when you mentioned, FUCK” she trails off as her crying starts again.
“Shh, Sweetling. It will be okay, whatever it is that upset you, I will fix it. Shh.” Soothing her as best I could I slowly pick her up and place her on my lap as I sit back down into the chair. Wrapping my arms around her I carry on, “Sweetling, what has you so shaken, if not my telling you that I am in love with you, then what? The only other thi
ng I mentioned was, FUCK ME, we have never discussed it since that first night you told me what happen. Is that what has upset you? My mentioning of him and that night, is this how you were those days after the attack, Sweetling?”
Bringing her eyes up to meet mine I see the hurt and fear that still lingers there. “I just haven’t thought about him or that night for the last few weeks and it all just came back to me in a rush after you mentioned Tank.” As she drops her eyes a little she goes on, “it was not your confessions that made me upset, Markus, those I have been waiting to hear for some time.”
“Oh, have you now, Pet. Is that so?” I bring a hand up to her chin dragging her eyes back up to meet mine and slowly stroking over her check as I go on, “How long have you been waiting to hear these confessions from me exactly?” A slow smile spreads across my face as I look down into those brown eyes that have stopped their tears.
A grin leisurely comes to her as she answers me with no pause, “Since the night that you claimed me, maybe before then.” Reaching her hand up to my face and stroking down my beard tugging slightly when she gets to the end. “The way that you look at me, through me, right to my soul, is just something that I have only experienced one other time. That feeling is not something that I will ever question or fight again, Markus.” Gripping my face in both her hands she pulls my face down roughly to her and kisses me with such force I am struggling to hold myself back from taking her again right now. A struggle which is only made more challenging when, she starts to slowly gyrate and grind against my throbbing erection.
The drive to Milwaukee will be no problem even at this late hour seeing that the snow that was supposed to start tonight has been pushed back a few days. We should have no problems as long as I can get her to stop rubbing on my cock and get her dressed and into the car.
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