by Lexie Davis
His first time in the bondage scene happened when he had first joined the Charming Bastards MC. He’d been twenty-one and willing to fuck anything that spread her legs. While bondage wasn’t mandatory for members of the club, it did add to the excitement. It was a need he had in him that he couldn’t quite shake. A freedom of sorts for him.
Without warning she came, arching into the pressure of the flogger handle as he stroked the hard bud of her clit. While still in the throes of ecstasy, he gripped the handle of the flogger again and lightly slapped it on the underside of her ass cheeks. Layla jerked forward. The initial strike wasn’t meant to inflict pain. Her ass was sensitive and the touch of the leather tapping against her skin gave her a sense of shock. He loved it. He did it again and again. It didn’t make her ass red like the paddle, but it definitely reminded her he was in control. He smoothed his hands over the firm cheeks and pulled them apart.
The plug he’d brought with him would be big enough for her tight little hole. He wasn’t particularly fond of ass fucking, but he did like using plugs. Most of the women he had liked them too. He lubed up the blue glass plug and pressed it against her hole.
“Take a deep breath. Push back against it.” She did what he said and he inserted the plug, loving how her body welcomed everything he had to offer. “You look so fucking gorgeous. Ripe and perfect for fucking.”
Silver squeezed her breasts before leaving to find the last gadget he planned to use for the night. He opened one clamp and pinched her nipple. Layla moaned behind the gag and he brushed his hand along her cheek. Once he got the clamps situated on both of her nipples, he tugged the string between them.
Her mewling sounds had him tearing the gag from her mouth. His cock was in desperate need of attention and he wanted her lips surrounding him. He undid his jeans and pressed the weeping head of his cock to her wet mouth. Sliding into the moist depths, Silver knew this little fuck session wouldn’t last much longer. He thought his stamina would increase with age, but his inability to control what Layla did to him was what got him. She sucked him, her nimble tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of his cock. He stretched her lips wide as he pushed deeper, urging her to take more. He clutched the back of her head as he withdrew slightly and pushed in again.
When Silver was too close for comfort, he pulled away from her and put the gag back in place. Her body needed some release and he was more than happy to give it to her. Gripping her hips, he pressed his cock to her weeping pussy and thrust hard. She reflexively pulsed around him, massaging his entire length with her muscles. God, he would never get enough. He withdrew and slammed home again.
He slapped her ass as he shoved in her pussy, loving how his dick disappeared into the tight depths and reemerged with her moisture coating him. He damn near wanted to worship her. To eat her pussy and fuck her all the damn day. He would too if he could. Her tight warmth pulsated around him as she struggled in her binds. It was enough to push him into his own bliss.
“What the fuck.” Silver blew out a breath trying to steady himself. He pulled back from her almost immediately and watched his cum drip from her cunt. The sight alone made him want to fuck her all over again.
He zipped his pants and gently removed the plug. Next, he went to take the gag off her mouth, then the blindfold. He bent down and kissed her before she could say anything to him.
“Hold on while I get you free.” Dropping the suspension rope, her feet touched the floor flat again. He loosened the rope around her wrists and bent to take the spreader bar off. Once she was free, he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the room to his apartment.
He laid her on the bed and went to close and lock the door. Fisting his shirt, he pulled it over his head and turned back to her.
“That was…” She lay there staring at the ceiling. “Wow.”
He undid his jeans and stepped out of them, crawling on the bed next to her. “You are wow.”
He brushed the corners of her mouth with his finger. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers. She smiled and smoothed her hand along his stomach and up to his chest.
Layla pushed at his chest, pulling her mouth from his. “Tell me something about yourself.”
“No.” He shook his head. He didn’t do those kinds of conversations with women. Not even Layla.
“Yes.” She slipped her legs beneath the thin blanket on the bed and pulled it up to her breasts. “Something good. Something nobody else knows.”
He pulled her close and laid his head on her chest. “You’re the last person that needs to know my secrets.”
She slapped his arm. “Thanks. Jerk.”
He grinned and slipped his arm underneath her, pulling her against him as he rolled to his back. “What the fuck do you want to know about me?”
“Everything.” She stroked his face. “Do you have family?”
“The Charming Bastards MC is my family.” He pulled her hand from his face and kissed the rope burn on her wrist. “Do we really have to do this?”
“Yes.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You have this little vein in your forehead that pops out when I force you to talk to me. It’s charming.”
“Where’s the ball gag when I need it?” He kissed her and linked his fingers with hers. “There are better things to do with your mouth than talk.”
“Come on, Silver. If you don’t answer me, I’m going to start calling you by your given name.”
She’d been told more than once by others that Silver hated being called Tyke, his first name. He had also said years ago that if she planned on him listening to her, that she would need to avoid that name at all costs. It was one of the few things he’d said to her despite her father telling him to stay away.
He groaned. “Fine. I need a beer first.”
“You’re just trying to get out of talking to me.” She narrowed her eyes.
He laughed and moved her to his side. “You’re a smart one, aren’t you?”
“I’ll do it. I’ll call you by your first name.”
“I strongly advise you to refrain.”
He stood and pulled some shorts on and headed out to the main room. The place was a mess and most of the orgy had passed out or were still going strong. He bypassed several bodies on his way to the bar to grab a beer from the cooler.
“Let me guess, Layla is in your bed basking in the afterglow of a wonderful fucking orgasm.”
Silver popped the top off the beer and turned, facing Torque. Instead of replying, he lifted the beer to his lips and took a drag.
“Tell her I want to see her.”
Silver lowered the beer. “I’m pretty sure that shit can wait until tomorrow.”
Father or not, she’d had a rough day. He wasn’t entirely sure of her relationship with Torque. Torque cared for her but she never really said anything to him about her father.
“You’re protective of my daughter now?” Torque asked. He was a man that demanded respect. Many people feared him and few ever went against him boldly.
“I’ve very protective of your daughter.” He lifted his beer again. “Take up the shit with her tomorrow.”
He narrowed his eyes at him. “Do you love her?”
He didn’t want to answer that question. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Layla entering the room. She stopped in her tracks. Smiling, he welcomed the distraction. Her hair was a mess and she’d pulled on those damn short shorts with the oversize shirt. It only made him focus on her long legs and how much he really wanted them wrapped around him.
“Dad?” She glanced from Torque to Silver. “What are you doing here?”
Chapter Nine
Layla hadn’t seen her father in nearly six years. He had attended her high school graduation when her mother died only two months prior. She didn’t have the greatest relationship with him, but he was always there when she needed him. He always seemed to care.
She walked up to him and hugged him. “What are you doing here? I thought you were locked up
.”
He smiled and held her to him. “I got out on good behavior. The parole board thought I was better on the outside than the inside.”
She glanced up at him. “I seriously doubt that.”
He chuckled and kissed her forehead. Layla pulled away from him and glanced at Silver, who didn’t look too happy.
“Did I interrupt something?” She took a seat on the barstool and reached for Silver’s beer. “Tyke was trying to get out of talking to me, but he looks to be in the same amount of pain chatting with you.”
She met his eyes and he tried to look intimidating. It didn’t work.
“Tyke?” Torque stared at her like she’d lost her mind. He turned toward Silver. “You let her call you Tyke?”
He gripped the edge of the bar, staring at her. “No.”
He said it through clenched teeth and she giggled, taking a sip of the beer. She’d pay for that one. Especially since she’d said it in front of her father. She didn’t care. The look on his face was well worth it. Layla turned to her father.
“What are you two talking about? Me?”
“Yeah.” Torque sat beside her. “I want to know why you’re fucking this dicksucker.”
Layla sipped his beer. “Don’t call him that. He’s too cute to be a dicksucker.”
Her father stared at her and she shrugged. Silver fidgeted, seemingly uncomfortable with their conversation. Maybe next time he’ll stay in the damn room and have a conversation with her instead of running away from her to engage in an even more uncomfortable situation. The longer he stared at her, the more she realized that she’d pay for that. Later when they were alone, he’d remind her of it and paddle her ass. Her pussy tingled at the thought of it.
Torque ran a hand over his face. “Layla, I’ve tried to protect you from this lifestyle for twenty-five fucking years. When you need money, you know you could have come to me. You didn’t have to go to him to help you. Hell, you could have moved in my house. Take your sisters and raise them. You know I would have done that for you.”
She licked her lips. “I didn’t know that, but even if I did, it is only a temporary fix.”
“And fucking Silver solves all your problems?”
She lifted the beer and drank. “It solves some problems. Sometimes you have an itch that needs to be scratched and Silver is very good at handling that issue.”
Her father stared at her. He gave her that look he gave everyone when they were testing his patience. She wasn’t fazed. He could pull the badass motorcycle club president with Silver and the other guys, but he couldn’t do that with her.
Plus, she was in too good of a mood to be deterred anyway. Things would have been better if she’d been wrapped up in him, lying in his bed, but she couldn’t really complain. Just to annoy him, she reached out and brushed her fingers along the top of Silver’s hand. He leaned forward and grabbed the beer from her. She laughed.
Torque watched their exchange. “So you’re together? It’s not just sex?”
She glanced over at him. “I don’t know what it is, Dad. Why does it matter?”
Torque rubbed the area between his eyes. “Layla, you know that you’re off-limits. He knew that too. The consequence of disobeying is getting his ass kicked.”
It was her turn to give him the annoyed look. “Don’t touch him. I swear this has nothing to do with club life. I’m not involved with the club. I’m involved with Silver. Whatever bullshit you told him years ago doesn’t apply anymore. I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions. The decisions I made have nothing to do with you. You don’t get to have a say in who I fuck.”
Silver let out an audible breath. Torque arched an eyebrow at her and then turned his attention to Silver. Layla watched as Silver gave them both his back.
“You’re right, Layla, you are a grown adult.” Torque looked at her again. “But you are also my daughter and I can make rules if I want. A well-known rule of my club members is that they stay away from my daughter. That is the way it is and it won’t change.”
Layla stood and reached for Silver’s beer and lifted it to her lips. “You don’t have the right to beat up Silver for fucking me. I don’t care what rules you make in your club. I would never forgive you for that.”
Silver turned. “Layla, stop.”
Torque ignored him. “If he hurts you, you better goddamn expect me to fuck him up. And I don’t need your forgiveness, babe. You’ve barely lived in this world. You don’t know what’s good for you and what’s not.” Torque leaned back in his chair relaxing some. “You’re not your mom, Layla. You’re so much more. Better than this lifestyle. I don’t want you focused on some dipshit that fucks you and leaves you. I want you to go out and focus on making something for yourself. To be everything your mother and I couldn’t.”
“What’s so wrong with this lifestyle?” Layla glanced to the side to see Dooby still going at it with a different chick on the pool table. “Besides the orgies.”
“Everything.” He reached for her hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb. “You should aim higher. Be a lawyer and prosecute lowlifes like me. Or be a doctor and save kids with cancer like your sister. You used to be a really good artist. Maybe you could open your own studio and sell your paintings. You used to color me pictures all the time.” He smiled at her, at the memory. “I don’t care what you want to do, but do something that is better than this. This is not the life for you. You’re better, Layla. You always have been.”
He sat back in his seat and motioned for Silver to get him a beer. Layla looked at Silver and the pain she saw there hurt. Her father had basically said that Silver wasn’t good enough for her. What Silver had to offer wasn’t good enough for her. She smiled at him, hoping that she could reassure him. He didn’t return the gesture.
She didn’t feel that way. There were plenty of things she knew that happened with the club that she didn’t want any part of. There was plenty of crime. All of them had a record, but so did she now. She really couldn’t judge them based off stuff she didn’t know and understand.
Layla turned to her father. “What is the point of being in the Charming Bastards MC? Family. Loyalty. Community. I’m not planning on being a groupie or a hangaround. I don’t want to be part of the club life and it’s not because I’m better. I’m not. All three of us have criminal records, or do I need to remind you of that?”
Torque had one arm propped up on the bar with his beer in his other hand. Instead of waiting for him to answer, she continued.
Rubbing the condensation on the beer bottle, she said, “I’d taken on a situation that was too big for me to handle. I went from being a teenager to being the mom of teenagers at eighteen. I worked my ass off to make sure they were taken care of. I felt horrible that Natalie stole from the supermarket because she was hungry and I didn’t have money to buy food.”
She glanced up at the compassion filling Torque’s face. “They wanted to lock her up in juvy because she was considered a troubled kid. She had an attitude and it was a big blow up when she got caught. I took the blame. I went to jail instead and the girls went with Miranda.”
Torque sipped his beer. “You’re a strong person, baby. You’ve got my genes in you.”
“I can handle this life.”
He let out a breath and glanced over at Silver. “What’s your take on this, VP?”
His gaze burned into her. “You don’t even know the beginning of this life.”
Layla stared at him. “Wow.”
Torque groaned. “Baby, you’ll always be second. He’s fucking VP of the Charming Bastards. He’s got responsibilities and priorities that you don’t understand. Whatever you think can happen with him is not reality. To him, you will always be second and you deserve to be first.”
“You’re the fucking president and you’d drop everything if I needed you to. What’s the difference?”
Torque shook his finger at her. “If you don’t know the answer to that question then you don’t understand anything about
our life.”
She swallowed. She felt her heart shattering and it hurt. Maybe she didn’t understand them. Growing up, her father popped in and out of her life at his own will. She didn’t ask him to be at her mother’s funeral, but he was there. He sat beside her, wrapped his arm around her, and let her cry on his shoulder while she grieved.
Standing, she adjusted her shirt and turned to leave. Silver didn’t treat her like she was a second-class citizen. She never imagined that he would. There was plenty she didn’t know, but there was plenty that he simply couldn’t fake or hide either. In the few days they’d been together, he did a pretty good job of shielding her from the club life. Granted she spent most of her time in his room by herself when she wasn’t working. He didn’t require her to participate in the orgies or the parties. It seemed like he only wanted to fuck and party with her. The confusion didn’t help the headache she’d developed. Layla went into Silver’s apartment and gathered her stuff from his room, shoving it in her tote bag.
“What are you doing?” Silver stood in the doorway, watching her.
“What do you think?” She brushed her hair away from her face and glanced around the room. “I need a ride back to my apartment.”
After she grabbed most of her stuff, she turned and faced him. His jaw was set and he didn’t take his eyes off her. She could push her dad. Some part of her resented him for not being there everyday, but the other part was a little girl that simply liked hanging around her father. Silver was different. Most of her infatuation with him was curiosity. He was full of intrigue, mystery. He kept to himself. Even with his friends, he always minded his own business. She’d never seen him pissed off or back talk anyone. In many ways, he was the complete opposite of her.
“You don’t have an apartment to go back to. That roach infested dump is not worthy of even the most disgusting of people. Definitely not you.”