by Lexie Davis
“Are you awake?”
She sucked in a breath. “Yes.” She lifted her hands and saw the welt had drawn a small amount of blood. “Oh, no.”
He turned. “What’s wrong with you?”
She sat up. “I tested that thingy out on my thigh. It fucking hurts.”
He glanced toward the slapper and then to her hands. Dropping his head back with a sigh, he walked toward her. “Let me see.”
He lifted her hands without waiting. His eyes widened slightly. “Don’t ever do that again. What the hell were you thinking? Did you use your entire strength?”
“I wanted to make sure I could take it. You’re stronger than me. It’d hurt worse if you did it.” Layla swallowed hard. She didn’t want to think about that.
He smoothed his finger over the hot welt. “I’m not going to beat the shit out of you so stop fretting. Your father will have my ass killed if I even tried to harm you in any way.”
“How will he know? You could do anything to me right now and nobody would ever know.”
Silver glanced up at her. “There are five guys out there that sit at the table with me. All of them are loyal to the club and loyal to the president. None of them would hesitate to tell him anything. You’re safe here, Layla. I’m not going to hurt you and I’m especially not going to allow you to hurt yourself.”
Relief flooded through her. All the scary shit she’d heard didn’t apply to them. The beatings. The rapes. If he thought her father would come after him for harming her, then she really had to trust that he wouldn’t harm her. That his loyalty to her father was stronger than his wild side.
“What’s that?” He pointed to her notebook.
“My bills. The money covers most of them. I still have a few doctors’ bills I need to take care of.”
He slipped his cut from his shoulders and sat it on the only chair in the room. His shirt came off next. Rock hard abs came into view and Layla couldn’t help smiling. She’d seen him swimming one time when she’d been fifteen. He had a body that made her mouth water.
“So you need more money?”
“Yes.” She stood and carried her notebook back to her bag. She’d stop by the bank tomorrow and make a deposit. Then she’d pay all the bills she owed and get creditors off her back.
“I’ll get it to you sometime tomorrow.”
She turned and watched as he lowered his jeans. He didn’t wear underwear and his hard cock was in plain view, looking just as delicious as she remembered it. He looked pissed. Agitated. She glanced down at her stinging thigh and wondered if it was because of her. She wasn’t good at dealing with men. Most wanted to touch her, cuss her, or flat out ignore her. There wasn’t much in between.
“We’re fucking. Get that shirt off.”
He grabbed the regular metal cuffs she’d seen earlier and waited for her to get on the bed. She watched him for a second, taking in the cuffs. She’d been arrested before. Times had gotten so desperate that one of her kid sisters stole food from the supermarket. She didn’t have any way to pay for it and the management pressed charges. She spent the night in jail while her aunt took the kids in. Needless to say, she didn’t like being confined that way.
“Come on.” He hurried her. “I don’t have all night.”
She swallowed hard, staring at the cuffs. She could do this. Lifting the hem of her shirt, she slipped it off her body and sat it at the foot of the bed. Staring at him, she recalled his instruction to her and knelt down on the floor, head lowered, waiting. She made a move to kneel and he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
“Get on the bed. Arms over your head.”
She did what he said. His big body moved over hers as he snapped the cuffs in place. He brushed his fingers along her arm and over her breast to her stomach. Layla swallowed hard.
“I should punish you for slapping your thigh.” His touch was soft. Gentle. He stared at the spot he spoke about. “I think the slap, though, was punishment enough.”
He smoothed his fingers over the hurt area before leaning down to press his lips against it. She relaxed as he kissed her thigh, working toward the inside. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy sat on the bed, kissing her inner thigh while he was naked and hard. The tenderness was almost too much to bear.
She moved her thigh away from his mouth. “Would you just fuck me already?”
He lifted his head and arched an eyebrow at her. He didn’t like attitude and she had given him plenty. Layla glanced at the cuffs over her head. It probably wasn’t a wise thing to do considering her state of restraint. She swallowed hard, meeting his eyes. She could only imagine what he’d planned to do next.
Chapter Five
Silver sat back and stared at her. “Maybe I was wrong. Maybe a punishment is in order.”
He studied her sour expression for a moment, wondering if sex really wasn’t something she could handle. Something had changed her complacent mood. He glanced over at the bag she carried, spying the notebook. He wasn’t entirely sure if her life was the cause of her mood or if it was him. He stood and went to her bag, grabbing the notebook.
“What are you doing?” She lifted her head in panic.
He opened the book and read the bills and the marks she’d made to pay them. Then he looked up at her. “Since you need an attitude adjustment before we fuck, I’m going to go have a beer.”
He pulled on some shorts and took her notebook with him, her protests echoing on deaf ears as he left. The clubhouse was full of people and he grabbed a cold beer from the bar before heading to chapel with Layla’s notebook. He sat in his seat and laid out her papers before him.
“What are you doing in here alone?” One of the women, he couldn’t remember her name¸ peeked her head into the room. “Wow. That’s some bulge you’ve got. Need someone to take care of it for you?”
She took a step forward and stopped when he glared at her. “Out.”
Turning, she left without another word. Silver sat back in his chair and went over all her bills. She’d made notes in the notebook about how she’d pay them off. The paycheck for the restaurant went to the bill for Chrissy’s chemo. The paycheck from the gas station went toward groceries. The paycheck from the pet store went to rent. The paycheck from the bookstore went toward other medical bills. He looked at the paycheck’s sums and knew without adding it up that none of it was enough. Four jobs and she didn’t make enough to survive. He couldn’t imagine her throwing three other mouths to feed in there.
He reached for a cigarette and lit it. She had everything mapped out. When she got paid. How much she worked. How much was deducted from her check for taking off to take Chrissy to the doctor. She’d missed a few days with “jail” written next to them. That gave him pause. Did she go visit Torque? Did he deny her money?
Silver sat back and sipped the beer. There was no way that Torque would deny Layla money. He fucked around a lot, but Layla was the only child he ever claimed. Silver thought it was largely because of her mother, but Torque never questioned it and took responsibility as much as he could. A wave of women started claiming they were pregnant with his child after that and he told them all to fuck off. Layla was his pride and joy. Silver knew Torque would help her in any possible way he could. So why did she come to him?
“Hey.” Joker came in the room.
He closed the notebook. Silver rubbed his eyes and puffed his smoke. “You come to give me shit about fucking Layla?”
Joker swiped a hand over his face. “What you do is your fucking business. But Torque is not going to like it.”
“Fuck Torque.” Silver leaned back with his beer in one hand and the cigarette in the other. “She came to me because she needed money. I thought he would have helped her when she went to see him, but he didn’t.”
Joker frowned. “What? Why wouldn’t he help her? He worships the fucking ground that girl walks on.”
“I don’t fucking know.” He shook his head, puffing his cigarette. “She works four jobs. She inherited h
er three sisters. One sister has cancer. She’s trying too fucking hard to keep herself afloat. Hell, Joker¸ she lived in a roach infested apartment and was about to get evicted when I went to see her. Why the fuck would he not help her?”
Joker pulled a seat out at the table. “So she called you?”
“Yeah.” He tapped his cigarette in the nearly full ashtray. “Offered to become club property.”
Joker’s eyes widened. “Oh, I know Torque wouldn’t like that.”
Silver sat his beer in front of him. “I gave her the money.”
“For sex?”
“That’s the arrangement, but you know goddamn well that it’s more than that.”
Silver didn’t know what the fuck it was about her that had him tangled in knots. One moment she was sweetly submissive and the next moment she was sassy and pushing back. All of it turned him on and had for longer than he wanted to admit.
“Yeah, you’ve been worshiping that girl since she hit puberty.” Joker lit up his cigarette. “Torque will cut off your balls too if he ever finds out you’re fucking her in exchange for money.”
He’d deal with one shit storm at a time. “Since you’re the secretary, can you handle this shit?”
He pushed the notebook toward him. Joker had a degree in Accounting. Worked some time as a CPA. He understood all the numbers and the figures better than anyone else. It was the main reason why Torque made him secretary of the Charming Bastards MC.
Joker glanced up from Layla’s notebook. “Yeah. I’m assuming this cash she’s designated is your money.”
“Yeah.” After taking one last drag, he stamped out his cigarette and sipped his beer. “She needs more. Make sure it’s all taken care of.”
“Why are you helping her?” Joker sat back, drawing from his smoke. “I mean I get being obsessed with pussy, but you never spend money on women. You’ve been saving for the fucking house for how long? You have well over enough to buy a decent place without the mortgage. Why would you suddenly give her this kind of cash without demanding something in return? ’Cause I know you’re not demanding her to fuck you. Torque would cut your fucking heart out with a dull blade if you harmed her in any way.”
Silver felt fatigue wearing on him. “I don’t know. She’s Layla. Everyone loves her. There really isn’t a specific reason as to why.”
Joker chuckled. “Fucking whipped. Damn it.” He closed the notebook. “I’ll take care of it first thing in the morning. She won’t have to worry about any of it.”
Silver stood. He grabbed his beer and slapped Joker on the back as he headed out of the chapel. A new member and a blonde were fucking in the hallway. Silver bypassed them on the way to his room.
Inside, Layla lay naked on the bed, her arms still cuffed to the headboard. The sight of her had his half-hard dick full staff. He closed the door and locked it, before tipping his beer to his lips.
“Where’s my notebook?”
“Joker’s taking care of it.”
He walked toward her and sat the beer on the nightstand. He pulled a condom from the drawer for good measure and tossed it to the bed. He undid the cuffs and tossed them to the side.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you went to visit your father?”
“Because I didn’t.”
“In your notebook you had ‘jail’ written on two days. You didn’t get paid for those days. Who did you go see if it wasn’t your father?”
She didn’t say anything.
“Layla, who did you go see? Where you trying to work out a deal with another convict?”
She let out a breath. “No. I was the one in jail.”
His full attention stayed on her. “What the hell, Layla?”
She blinked a few times.
“What did you get thrown in jail for?” His voice was borderline yelling. He didn’t care.
“Natalie stole some food from the supermarket because she was hungry and I didn’t have any money to pay for it. The manager pressed charges and I was arrested. It’s the reason my aunt has the kids right now. But she can’t afford everything either. I told her that I would help pay for Chrissy’s bills. If I can’t be there, the least I can do is make sure Chrissy has the treatment she needs. She’s got another visit scheduled for next week.”
He stared at her. Tears had gathered in her eyes and he felt an overwhelming need to pull her close. Instead he stood, distancing himself from her.
“Why the fuck didn’t you call sooner?”
She narrowed her stare. “Because I wasn’t ready to give up my dignity for money.”
Silver shook his head, turning away from her. What the hell had he been thinking? He didn’t. His dick did the thinking for him and look where it landed him. She hated him. He could see it in her eyes, her expression. He hated that he took advantage of her vulnerability. That he wanted to use her and everything she’d proposed for his own twisted purposes. If Torque did find out, he’d kill him.
He left the room, closing the door behind him. He needed some release and it didn’t need to be with Layla.
Chapter Six
Layla waited a long time before she decided to leave the room to find him. The whole thing was a fucking mess between them. She really needed to have a better attitude, but not much was going well in her life at the moment. She went down the hall to the back of the clubhouse and found Silver with a blonde. He had her bent over some contraption with her bare ass in the air, her pussy available for viewing. She was restrained, her nipples clamped while he took the leather slapper to her ass cheeks. With each blow, the blonde moaned. Both of her cheeks were a nice shade of red with small welts across them. Layla glanced over at Silver. He didn’t look like he had any intention of quitting.
She took a step inside the room. “Is that what you want me to do?”
He stopped, settling his attention on her. “You’re not made for this lifestyle. Go back to my room.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “You don’t know what I’m made for.”
He snorted. Instead of continuing with the blonde, he bent to undo the restraints. Layla looked around the room for the first time, taking it all in. On the surface, it looked like a medieval torture chamber. Floggers and paddles of all kinds hung on the wall in front of her. Cages of different sizes sat off to her left. There was a machine with a dildo attached that looked interesting and scary at the same time. Long panels of mirrors were strategically placed along the walls so she could get a view of the entire room from different angles. Several other pieces of equipment filled the room. The bench that the blonde stood from was intriguing, but the X in the corner looked more devious. When Silver dismissed the girl, he reached for his beer.
“What are you doing here, Layla?”
She took a few steps into the room and sat on the bench the blond had draped herself over. “You said that we were going to fuck. Let’s fuck.”
“You’re off the hook.” He took the leather slapper to the wall and hung it up. “I don’t want you anymore. Go home and take care of your sisters.”
His statement hurt more than she expected it to. Not only did he reject her like so many others, but he understood the reasons why she agreed to be his sex slave. Somewhere underneath that bulk of muscle was a heart that Silver didn’t like to show too often. She was pretty sure it had nothing to do with her father and his reign over the club but her. And only her.
He kept his back to her as if it were easier to reject her if he didn’t look at her. His back was smooth and perfectly sculpted from some fancy gym equipment’s repetitions. The black shorts hung on his hips and covered what had to be a fine looking ass. Hairy legs stood hips’ width apart as he worked on winding rope. He was more than a biker. While she’d been his fantasy for a while, he’d also been hers.
Layla dangled her legs off the bench and stared at her toes. “Do you honestly think I don’t know that I’ve been your biggest fantasy since I was thirteen?”
He turned toward her. “What?”
; “I saw the way you looked at me. The way you still look at me. You’ve wanted to fuck me since I turned thirteen, you sick perv. Don’t you dare try to convince me that you don’t want me anymore. Be a fucking man and admit that I’m forbidden fruit and you want a taste.”
He lifted his beer to his lips. “I’ve had a taste if you’d recall.”
“And you want more.” She tilted her head to the side, staring at him. “Here I am.”
She held her arms out. Somewhere in the midst of everything, she knew he teetered with caring about her like a boyfriend and wanting to fuck her like a Dominant. She realized that by the way he withdrew when she gave him attitude. He didn’t know how to do both. Or be both. Layla half figured he was afraid of really hurting her and having Torque to deal with. Or worse, her crying to daddy about all the things he wanted to do with her. Layla respected her father, but he didn’t need to know anything about her sex life. And she was pretty certain that Silver would give her far more pleasure than pain.
“Fuck me like you want.” She stood and turned to face the spanking bench. “I’m not going to break so don’t hold back.”
He stared at her for what felt like an eternity. Maybe she needed to relieve some tension. Or maybe he’d frustrated her sexually with the promise of something he never planned to give. Either way, she decided that she wasn’t leaving the room until his cock was finally in her.
“Don’t hold back?” He lifted his beer to his lips. “Do you have any idea of what you’re saying?”
“The more you question my intelligence, the more I want to punch you.” She pulled her shirt off. His attention went to her breasts and he licked his lips. “Fuck me like you promised. Don’t hold back.”
She waited. The man was torn. She could see it in his face. Somewhere outside the room, one hell of a party was going on and none of it mattered to them. She didn’t care if people walked by the open door. Or if they stopped in to watch them fucking like animals. She didn’t care. She wanted him, and one way or another she would have him.