by Lane Hart
It doesn’t take half an hour before War’s phone buzzes with a message and he gets to his feet.
“That was quick,” I tell him.
“Yeah, it was,” he agrees. “Like I said, the guys have missed this ritual.”
“Guess so,” I reply.
“Come on.” He takes my hand and leads me back down to the basement. “Are you ready?” he asks when we’re in front of the closed door.
“As ready as anyone who’s about to getting a beating…” I joke.
“Last chance to bail,” War says.
“No, I’m ready,” I agree.
He opens the door for me to walk through it. Inside, all the men are sitting around a long, wooden table with an intricately-carved bearded skull king in the center, scepters crossed behind it. It’s the same logo of the patch that’s plastered right on the back of their cuts. The faces of the silent men are stern.
War shuts the door to the room and then he comes around and reaches for the chair that sits to the right of the sandy-haired man at the head of the table. I’m assuming he’s the president. Instead of sitting down, War rolls the chair back out of the way and then motions with his hand for me to stand in its now empty spot.
“Nova McQueen,” the guy at the head of the table starts. “I’m Torin Fury, the president of the Savage Kings MC’s original charter. You’ve been brought before the Kings to receive your punishment for disrespecting one of our members, Warren O’Neil. You are to receive ten licks from his belt, one for each of our brothers you’ve also insulted. Do you understand and accept this punishment?”
“Yes, sir,” I reply, already feeling shamed by standing in front of all these men.
“First, we would all like to hear your verbal apology,” Torin says.
Turning around to face War, I tell him, “I’m sorry that I slapped you in public.”
War tips his chin up in acknowledgement. “After I punish you for your behavior, I’ll accept your apology.”
“Once he begins, he has to finish all ten,” Torin informs me.
“Okay,” I agree.
“War?” he asks.
Grabbing me on either side of my hips, War spins me around to face the table of men again. His hand cups the back of my head and applies pressure. “Kiss the bearded skull king you also insulted,” he tells me.
So, I bend forward and press my lips to the carving. As soon as I do, War’s hand applies more pressure on my head, so I place my cheek as flat as it will go in the design.
“Place your hands on the other side of the table,” he orders so I reach out in front of me to grip the opposite edge. “Keep them there.”
“Yes, sir,” I agree.
I’m already in a humiliating position with my arms outstretched, face down in front of ten tough guys, but then the men start slapping their palms on the table like some sort of tribal drum beat, urging their brother on. The sound grows louder and louder, with the vibrations echoing through my chest and stomach.
The first real case of the nerves hits me when War’s hand reaches around to the front of my body and starts to undo the button and zipper on the front of my suit pants. I have to fight the urge to move and cover myself when he peels the fabric down my ass, baring my slinky black thong to the cool air of the room and all of their eyes.
My heart is already racing before I hear the jingling sound of War’s belt being removed.
“AH!” I scream aloud, when he doesn’t even give me a heads up before the leather lands with a loud, painful slap across my ass cheeks. Several more surprised shouts leave my lips as more blows follow before I’m able to sink my teeth into my flesh to make myself shut up.
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War
Spanking Nova feels even better than I expected.
And fuck, seeing her ass redden and hearing her cries on the first four hits made me hard as a fucking rock.
I even enjoyed the whimpering sounds she made on the next four licks, like she was trying not to make a sound but failed.
Then, after my ninth blow landed, her sudden sob nearly brought me to my knees.
I look over to Torin to see if he and the other guys are counting. If not, I’ll gladly stop at nine. But it’s obvious from the continued slapping of their palms on the table and our president’s arched eyebrow they’re expecting me to give her the final lick.
“Last one,” I warn her as I catch my panting breath and give her a second to do the same. That may have been a mistake. It gives her time to beg me to stop.
“No!” Nova sniffles as her fingers let go of the table’s edge and she starts to raise her head. “No more. Please…AHHH!”
I go easier on the last one, but she still sobs afterward, burying her face in her crossed arms on the table.
“Shit,” I mutter before I toss my belt down on the floor and place my hands on each of her ass cheeks to try and soothe the pain. “We’re done.” I lean down to place my lips gently over several of the red streaks. “It’s over now, darlin’.”
“Give her a few minutes and she’ll be fine,” Torin says when he stands up and offers me a pat on my shoulder.
“Yeah, she will,” Dalton agrees from the other side of me. “In fact, I think she’s better than fine. Those sure as shit aren’t tears running down her thighs.”
I glare at him over my shoulder and start to snap at him about saying vulgar shit in front of women. But since his head is tilted to the side and leering right at Nova’s pussy, I follow his line of sight and see he wasn’t bullshitting. Before I can even think about the move, I lower my head and lick up the line of moisture on her inner thigh, following it right up to the crotch of her flimsy panties.
“Oh god,” Nova moans and swivels her hips, her body begging for more. I hook my finger in the material to tug it aside, so I can get my tongue directly on her flesh.
Jesus, she’s soaking wet.
I guess the belt wasn’t all pain.
“Please, War,” Nova gasps when I pull my mouth away, thinking I’m done when all I was doing was stopping long enough to tug her panties down and out of the way and to pull up my chair to settle in and get comfortable. Oh, and to make the lurkers leave.
“Everyone out!” I shout from my seat before my tongue goes back down to lick her clit.
“Man, I wish someone would slap the fuck out of me,” Dalton grumbles before I hear the loud whapping sound of flesh meeting flesh. “Ow, asshole! I meant a woman! Damn, that hurt!”
“Dalton, get your ass out here,” I hear Torin say before the door clicks shut.
Once our audience is gone, I devour Nova’s pussy and slip a finger inside of her until she’s pushing back and squirming uncontrollably on the table.
“Yes! Oh my god, yes!” she shouts before her walls clamp down on my finger and I lap up the flood of her juices pouring onto my tongue.
Fuck, I need to be inside of her so bad my balls feel like they weigh a hundred pounds.
While I’m still lapping her up, my hands rip open my pants so that I can pull my cock out. Then, slipping my arm around Nova’s waist, I pull her back and down onto my lap. Her body is so limp her head flops against my shoulder while my hands reach around to unbutton her blouse. Thankfully her pants and panties have fallen to her ankles so they’re no longer in my way.
“You’re gonna ride my cock now,” I tell her when I finally get her shirt open to get my hands on her bra-covered tits. “But I’m so worked up, I probably won’t last two minutes.”
“I don’t care,” Nova gasps as she wiggles her bottom against the front of my body like she’s trying to find my cock and sink down on it. “As long as I get to come again.”
“Deal,” I agree, and then finally help her out by wrapping a hand around the base of my shaft and lining it up with her hot, wet cunt.
“Ohh!” Nova cries out when I grip her hip and slam my hips upward, impaling her all the way down on me. She reaches her arms around my neck, her back bowing as I thrust my hips, pounding my way in and out of
her, hard and fast, in desperate need of the relief only she can give me right now.
“Play with yourself,” I order her while my hands move up to squeeze her tits through her bra. “See how fast you can make that sweet little pussy of yours milk me dry.”
“Yes,” she moans and digs her nails into my scalp before her right hand lets go to lower and rub circles over her clit.
“Faster, darlin’,” I tell her. “Faster, before I come without you.”
“No,” she says with a shake of her head on my shoulder. “I’m so close. I need…I need…”
I slide my hands into the front of both cups of her bra and pinch her nipples at the same time, knowing she needs a little more help getting over the edge.
“Oh, god!” Nova screams before her body starts to convulse and her pussy spasms in the most amazing way around my dick.
“Fuck!” I shout as I unload inside of her, filling her up with my release. Damn, it’s nice not having a rubber barrier between us. I love feeling every tight inch of her around my cock the entire time. It may not be smart, but it’s so damn good.
As soon as I’ve caught my breath, I ask Nova, “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah,” she answers.
“I meant the spanking,” I amend, since I know the sex was great.
“I’m a little sore. That was…not what I was expecting.”
“Hurt worse than you expected?”
“Yes, but in a painfully good way,” she tells me. “I’m not sure if it was because the belt was a mixture of pleasure and pain, or if it was having an audience watching...”
“Ah, you got off on the voyeurism,” I say.
“I think so.”
“And you swear you won’t hold this against me in the case?” I ask to be certain. “I’ve never laid a hand on Ren.”
Looking over her shoulder at me she says, “I know. And I know what this was. It was supposed to exploit and shame me. It worked. I don’t think I’ll ever slap you again.”
“You don’t think so?”
“Probably not, but I can’t make any promises.”
“How about any future punishments are handled in private?” I suggest, since I wasn’t crazy about all of my brothers seeing her ass, hearing her cries, or seeing the arousal dripping down her thighs.
“That would take all of the fun out of it,” Nova teases. “But seriously, do you feel any better now?”
“Actually, I do,” I admit to her. “The spanking and fucking leveled me out, calmed me down, so that maybe I can get through the next few weeks.”
“Maybe once my ass has time to heal, you could take some of your anger out on it again?” Nova offers.
“Gladly,” I tell her, burying my face in her hair just to inhale more of her addictive floral scent. Ren was right, she does smell really damn good.
“Have you ever…you know, done that to a woman before?” she asks, making me wince because I don’t really want to share the truth with her.
“Yes. Just one time, though.”
“With whom?” she asks, just like I expected.
“My ex-wife. She wasn’t happy when I gave her the divorce papers in the bar.”
“Oh,” Nova mutters. “And afterward?”
“Afterward, she offered herself up to the club, said she wasn’t my old lady anymore, so they could all fuck her if they wanted. None of them did, of course. She just did it to try and make me jealous, but by that point, she had shot up while she was still breastfeeding Ren, so I was done with her.”
“Wow,” Nova says.
“She’s a piece of work,” I tell her. “And I hope I never have to see her again. If they lock her up, that gives me a great excuse to keep Ren away from her for good.”
“Yeah,” she agrees. “But why did you let her have him this weekend?”
“Fuck, don’t you think I’ve regretted that decision every second since I got that call from Ren Sunday morning? She’s his mother and I miss my parents constantly, wishing I had another day or even another hour with them. I thought Ren deserved to spend time with his mother. Marcie had been going to AA meetings. Her apartment was clean. I thought she had changed.”
“But she hadn’t.”
“Never has, never will. I just hate that shit for Ren. He’s gonna miss her, even though he shouldn’t. The kid can’t help who his mother is. And sometimes I blame myself for knocking her up, wishing it had been anyone else…”
“Yeah,” Nova agrees with a heavy exhale followed by an awkward silence between us, where the fact that we’re both partially naked after fucking down and dirty in the King’s chapel becomes glaringly obvious.
“So, um, I guess I should get you home,” I tell her, even though my body doesn’t want to move from where I’m slumped in my chair with her warm, sweet-smelling body draped over me.
“Okay,” she agrees.
The idea of taking her to get her car from the courthouse parking lot, where my world was shattered earlier this morning, isn’t very appealing. Neither is going home to another night in my empty house.
“I mean, unless you want to come back to my house and inspect it more thoroughly tonight…”
“Are you asking me to have a sleepover with you?” she questions, tipping her head to the side to look at my face.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I admit.
“Okay, but I’ll need to get my car to go home and change early in the morning before work.”
“I’ll be up early,” I assure her.
“Then I’m ready to go whenever you are.” Before we move though, Nova says, “Hey, War?”
“Yeah?”
“Take Ren the charging cord for his watch tomorrow. Only one call a day, okay?” she warns me.
“Thank you.” I kiss her cheek. “Just checking in with him would make this so much easier. Thank you,” I say again, before grabbing her hair to turn her face to mine so that I can kiss her lips.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Nova
I’m well aware I’m breaking a million rules sleeping with War, the father of a boy I’m responsible for.
That much became clear when he was spanking my bare ass cheeks with his belt in a room full of men.
War was dealing with an incredibly tough situation, though, and needed the distraction. After all he’s done for me, it seemed like the least I could do to help him.
And being bent over like that and getting punished was probably the most erotic thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Sure, the leather stung. And even days later, my bottom is still sore. But the pain I feel only reminds me of the immense pleasure that came after the spanking. Not just physical pleasure through sex, but the elation that I had helped War take his mind off of his heartbreak for a few moments that night, along with a lot more moments every night since.
“I really shouldn’t be here,” I tell War when he opens his front door wearing nothing but a black ribbed tank that shows off his muscular arms, and loose jeans, with his big feet bare. The whole look is very masculine and incredibly appealing.
“Get your ass in here,” he tells me as he grabs my arm to pull me across the threshold. “I’ve got a roast and vegetables in the crock-pot that should be ready in half an hour.”
“You don’t have to cook for me every night,” I assure him since we both know I’m not here for his cuisine.
Lifting one thick, corded shoulder, War says, “I don’t mind cooking. I’m used to it. Besides, what else is there for me to do?”
My stomach shouldn’t keep getting butterflies whenever War does something nice for me, which is daily. He’s a caretaker. A provider. I’m not sure if it’s even something he’s entirely aware of or can help. So, when he cooks for me, I shouldn’t feel special. Like he said, it’s just what he’s used to doing. Then how come my silly heart didn’t get the memo and still thinks it’s more than it is?
“Come on.” I grab War’s hand to lead him down the hall to the master bedroom. “You said we have half an hour, right?�
� I ask, when we’re inside the dimly-lit room with his humungous, manly wooden bed in the center.
“At least. Although, letting it simmer a little longer wouldn’t hurt,” he replies as he begins helping me lose my pantsuit, starting with shedding the jacket before undoing the buttons on my blouse.
For several days now, I’ve pointed out to War that we shouldn’t keep sleeping together. That it’s an obvious conflict of interest. And each time, he’s told me he doesn’t want me to report our relationship or turn Ren’s case over to another case worker. But more importantly, he doesn’t want us to stop sleeping together.
I know what this is, what I am to War. He’s found a way to take out his anger, sadness, and all the other frustrations on my body. He’s using me to get through the next few weeks without his son.
I’m aware of all of those things, yet I keep coming back for more because when his talented mouth and hands descend on me, nothing else in the world seems to matter in that moment, other than the intoxicating ecstasy only War can give me.
…
War
“I’ve got the info back on your girl,” Reece says to me, after our Savage Kings’ meeting adjourns.
“What did you find?” I ask curiously when I turn my chair toward his that’s further down the table. The other day, I asked our IT genius to work his magic and run a background search on Nova.
“Tons of debt,” he replies, making me cringe, even though I figured as much based on Nova’s living conditions and the clunker she drives.
“How much is a ton?” I ask, wanting specifics.
“Two hundred grand.”
“Jesus,” I mutter as I scrub a hand over my face. “Two hundred thousand dollars? No wonder she lives in a fucking shack.” Turning my attention back to Reece, I ask, “Who does she owe?”
“A hundred and twenty is medical bills and the rest is student loans.”