Chains' Trust

by E. C. Land

  Honestly, I really don’t know what my place is here. Chains says I’m his ol’ lady but why would he want someone damaged like me. Not when he could have any woman he wanted.

  Now as he follows me through the store, I begin to feel completely self-conscious with myself. I barely had clothes and such when I moved here along with personal products. It was almost my time of the month and I ran out of what I had the last time which had been right after moving here.

  Going down the personal care aisle, I pick up a cheap thing of shampoo and conditioner before I move down further toward the soap to pick up the least expensive one. I make my way closer to the personal products without giving Chains a glance. Picking up what I need, I glimpse the condoms sitting on the shelf further down and wonder if maybe I should grab some.

  As I stop in front of them, Chains finally speaks up. “What are you doing, Bitsy?” he demands.

  “Umm, I didn’t know if I should pick up a set.” I murmur, glancing up at him.

  “Baby, don’t need’ em,” he growls.

  “But . . .” I stop myself from saying anything else. I guess my thoughts of us earlier today are not happening. Or he’s changed his mind.

  “Don’t need’ em. Got some already. You done in here?” he mutters as he grabs hold of my hand. Turning me to him, Chains wraps both arms around me.

  Instead of answering out loud, I nod my head in response.

  “Bitsy, don’t look upset. I’m not saying this shit to upset you. I’m saying it for the fact I don’t need my ol’ lady staring at condoms like she’s trying to figure out what size to get for me. My dick is hard as fuck now thinking of being inside you. Following you around in here is torture as I keep staring at your ass.”

  Well okay. I guess that’s a good thing.

  I do my best to give him a sincere smile, granted I’m still very self-conscious right now. I mean I’m the stupid one for thinking we would need protection.

  “What’s with the fake smile?” he asks softly as he steps away.

  Shaking my head, I look at the floor. “It’s not fake. I’ve got everything I needed.”

  “Tiny,” he says as he grabs my arm. “Don’t lie to me.”

  “I’m not lying,” I whisper.

  “Yeah, you are. Now tell me,” he commands.

  “I just should have known you’d already have condoms. I shouldn’t have assumed we needed them. I’m stupid to have thought otherwise.” I have to take a sharp breath to keep tears from forming in my eyes.

  “Bitsy, you ever call yourself stupid again, I’ll make sure you aren’t able to sit for a week. As for the condoms, you were thinking of protecting yourself. Which is a fuckin’ good thing, but remember it’s my job to protect you,” he murmurs pulling me back into him. “Now let’s check out and get the fuck out of here.”

  I nod in agreement as I’m unable to respond to him. The thought of having his spanking shouldn’t send a thrill through me but it does.

  As we check out Chains takes a look at some of the things I’d picked up from the clothing department.

  “Damn, I wish I’d paid more attention to this shit as you were picking it out, Bitsy,” he mutters as he reaches down to adjust himself.

  I’ll take that as him approving of my boy shorts and thongs. I’d need more of those along with some tank tops, shorts, and I’d found a hoodie on clearance that I really wanted. Since I normally never have money, I stick to marked down prices or thrift stores. I’ve found whenever I can afford it sweatshirts and hoodies are the only things I’ll splurge more than fifteen dollars on.

  “Your total is $57.86,” The cashier’s voice hauls me out of my thoughts and I open my mouth to say I’d like to put some items back because I of course didn’t add everything up, Chains hands her the cash for my purchase.

  “Here ya go,” he says as he grabs hold of the bags.

  A moment later the cashier hands Chains his change. “Have a good day,” she says all but purring as she winks at him.

  “I plan on it,” he grins putting an arm around my shoulders. “Come on, let’s get out of here. We have some unfinished business, Bitsy. I can’t wait to have you model them undergarments for me when we get back to the clubhouse.”

  “Okay.” Is all I can think to say at his announcement. I might not be pretty, but Chains definitely has a way of making me feel that way. And at least for now I’m good enough for him.

  By the time we got back to the clubhouse all the brothers of the club were ready to party and have a good time. As I head inside, I start to go behind the bar; however, Chains stops me.

  “You’re not working tonight,” he murmurs as he pulls me out of the main room and down the hall toward his room. “Besides, Bitsy, we have some unfinished business to take care of.” The grin he gives me sends a shiver through my body and my core aches with need. After being on the back of his motorcycle, feeling the vibrations of the motor between my legs I can hardly wait.

  Catcalls and whistles follow us as Chains calls out over his shoulder to leave him the fuck alone for the rest of the night. He also told them they’d be having church tomorrow at noon.

  Stepping into the room, my nerves are a wreck as anticipation fills me. Will he like what I look like under my clothes? Scars and all.

  Chains locks the door behind him sealing us in the room. He steps around me as he removes his cut and tosses it on the chair at his desk. His gun holster and knife follow. The last thing he does is empty his pockets, tossing his wallet, keys, and phone on to the desk.

  Finally, he turns his attention to me. My breath catches in my throat at the lust filling his gaze. “I’m gonna hop in the shower, wanna join me?” he asks, never once taking his gaze from mine.

  This is it. This is the moment where everything will change between us. I trust him more than anyone else and that scares me. Because I’m sure once he sees my body, he’ll throw me away.

  Taking a deep breath, I nod my head as I lift my shirt above my head. Might as well have him prove me wrong before I give him anything else.

  My heart to be exact. If he takes my body, I will never be able to walk away from him.

  He’ll own me body, heart, and soul.

  I just know it.

  Chapter Eleven

  Chains

  The moment Tiny took her shirt off, I didn’t give her a chance to shy away. Instead I erased the handful of steps between the two of us and pulled her into my arms.

  “You’re beautiful, baby,” I murmur, running my hands down her spine. Tiny doesn’t say anything in response and I can tell she’s nervous. Moving my hands from behind her back, I grab hold of hers and pull her into the bathroom with me.

  I release her hands in order to turn the shower on. Once I have the water warming up, I meet Tiny’s gaze and hold it while taking my time to remove her bra from her body. Soon as it falls to the floor, I finally look down to see her perky tits with little rose buds for nipples.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful, Bitsy,” I murmur, using a hand to cup one of her small breasts.

  I brush my thumb across her nipple causing Tiny to moan. “You like that, baby?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she moans when I do it again.

  “Good. I intend to do a lot more to you before the night’s over with,” I say.

  “Chains,” she murmurs, and I release her breast to cup her chin.

  “Bitsy, when we’re alone I’m not Chains to you. The only name I want you screaming when I’m fuckin’ you is Darren. You’re not some stray and I’ll never treat you like one. Got me?” My Bitsy’s eyes widen with each word I say.

  Tiny seems to want to say something, but instead she nods her head in response.

  “Need the words, baby,” I demand.

  “Okay, Darren,” she whispers and it’s my undoing.

  Sliding my hands down her body, I unbutton her jeans and slip them over her small rounded cheeks. Everything about my woman is small. I swear it’s not natural for her to be so petite, but she is and th
ere’s nothing I can do about it.

  As Tiny steps out of the legs of her jeans, I step back enough to enjoy the sight of her body while stripping out of my own clothes. Tiny’s gaze roams my body with each article I remove. Granted she’s seen me in boxers, she has yet to see all of me.

  A gasp escapes in a breath as her eyes seem to look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets when I drop my boxers.

  “Don’t be scared of it, baby. It’s not gonna bite you,” I chuckle as I fist my dick, giving it a stroke for her view.

  “That isn’t going to fit,” she blurts out.

  “Sure, it will. But I’m not worried about that right now. First, we’re going to enjoy a shower while exploring each other’s bodies.” I’m sure I sound like a fuckin’ pussy right now. I honestly don’t give a flying fuck. My woman deserves to feel special.

  Taking Tiny’s hand, I guide her into the shower, making sure to check the water isn’t scalding hot. I’m not trying to burn her delicate skin.

  “Ummm, since you don’t want me calling you Chains when we’re alone, can you not call me Tiny?” she asks.

  “Why don’t you want to be called Tiny? And if I might point out I call you Bitsy and baby and I’m not, not going to call you those. It’s my own personal nicknames for you,” I grin.

  “It’s not that I mind it. But I’d kinda like for you to at least use my real name. No one ever has. Not even when I was growing up. It was always “girl”, get over here.” Anger on her behalf starts to seep in, however I force it back for now.

  “Okay, baby, I can do that. What’s your first name?” I ask though I already know it. I just don’t want her to know I do. She doesn’t need to know I’ve got a file on her.

  “What you didn’t have Fuse do a check on me?” she asks, jokingly.

  Well fuck me. I’m not going to lie to her and say I didn’t.

  “Yeah, Bitsy. I did. You’ve been around a club. You know we don’t let anyone in without it. But doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear you tell me your real name. I don’t care about a damn thing that I’ve read about you. I want to always hear it from you even if I already know.” Tiny stiffens as she takes in my words.

  “You know, don’t you?” she states rather than asks. Her gaze drops to the floor.

  “Look at me,” I command softly, and she does so with tears filling her eyes. “Yeah, I know what that fucker did to you. I also know what Stoney and Tracker told me. They told me how you came to the clubhouse agreeing to be a clubwhore but I also know you didn’t fuck anyone. Stoney told me about the fact you did one thing and then decided that wasn’t for you, so you talked to him and Tracker and they hired you to work for them instead.

  “I already told you, I don’t see you as a stray and when you came to this clubhouse you didn’t come as one. You were sent here to heal and feel protected. Well, Bitsy, I intend to keep on protecting you and always making sure you feel safe. Trust me when I say this because I don’t say it lightly. The moment I saw you step around Shadow, I knew you were meant to be mine. I fuckin’ love you woman.”

  Lifting a hand to cup the side of her face, I stroke the tears away from her cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. It guts me seeing you in tears.”

  “I’m sorry. I–I just was so scared that if you knew you wouldn’t want me. I love you too, Darren, and that scares the hell out of me.” I pull her into me wanting to comfort her.

  “Nothing could keep me from wanting you. We’re made for each other and nothing will ever change that, Sloane,” I state making sure to use her first name, not giving a damn she doesn’t tell me first. Not anymore.

  Her gaze holds mine for long moments before she lifts herself up on her toes. I lean down to meet her halfway, crashing my mouth to hers. Cupping her ass in my hands, I lift her up into my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist.

  Now this is what I envisioned when we stepped in here but I’m glad we got that shit out of the way. Tiny doesn’t need to be worrying about if I really want her or not.

  By her making the first move after that little heart to heart, I know she trusts me more now than ever.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tiny

  Kissing Chains right now is like a weight has been lifted. After his admission, I know without a doubt I want him more than anything.

  Moaning into him, I grip his hair while rubbing myself against his dick. The sensations it causes in my body are almost unbearable. I need more of him.

  A groan vibrates from his mouth and it spurs me on.

  I still say he’s not going to fit, but I can’t stop myself grinding against him sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

  When Chains breaks our kiss, I start to protest but he moves to trail kisses down my jaw to my neck.

  “Darren,” I sigh, wanting so much more.

  “Don’t worry, Bitsy, I know what you need. Just enjoy the pleasure I give you,” he commands, his voice deep with arousal.

  I mumble in agreement as I tilt my head to the side giving him even more access.

  “That’s right, baby, just relax and enjoy my mouth on you,” he murmurs then I feel movement and we’re stepping out of the shower soaking wet.

  “Ummm.”

  “It’s alright. We’ll be needing another shower when I’m done with you,” Chains declares, and I can’t help but giggle.

  “Laugh now, Sloane, cause in a couple minutes, you’ll be screaming my name,” he rasps, his gaze meeting mine as he lays me across the bed.

  “You should know I’ve never done this. Well you know besides . . .” I let my words trail off not wanting to ruin any of this for either of us.

  “Sloane, baby, don’t think of any of that negative bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about anything but making you come all damn night,” he says pressing kisses along my skin until he has my legs braced on his shoulders.

  Bracing myself up on my elbows, I meet Chains’ gaze as he grins before lowering his head. With a swipe of his tongue through my slit, I immediately moan in pleasure. I’ve never felt anything good. Not with how good it feels to have his tongue licking me the way it is. When he presses a finger inside my pussy, I cry in pleasure from the intrusion.

  My back arches when Chains nips at my clit.

  “Darren,” I moan, feeling myself growing closer to orgasm.

  “That’s right, baby, let it go. I want to taste you as you fuckin’ come for me,” he growls, removing his finger and replacing it with his mouth. Thrusting his tongue into me and I do just as he orders.

  I come, screaming his name.

  Chains doesn’t give me a chance to come down from the pleasure induced high he’d just given me. No, he shoots up to a kneeling position, my legs now braced in the crook of his arms.

  Meeting his gaze, my breath catches in my chest at the sight of how gorgeous he is hovering over me. His eyes gleaming with lust and love combined.

  “Time to officially make you mine, Sloane. After this I’m never fuckin’ letting you go,” he growls, reaching into the side table he grabs a condom.

  He quickly rolls the thin latex over his dick and I already sense a small pang of regret that I won’t feel him skin on skin.

  Soon as he has the condom in place, Chains lines up his dick with my entrance and slowly thrusts into me.

  “Darren,” I moan, wanting more but feeling so full at the same time.

  “I know, baby. I’m going slow right now so you can adjust to my dick,” he grinds out as he pushes further.

  Inch by inch he continues to fill me until he’s all the way inside. Groaning, he doesn’t move. It’s as if he’s doing his best to treat this as if it were indeed my first time. “You’re fuckin’ tight as hell, Bitsy.”

  Moaning in response, I move my hips needing more from him. To feel him moving inside me. I want to have what I have dreamed about with him. For him to overtake my body with his and dominate me with pleasure.

  Chuckling, Chains slides all the way out causing me to groan in protest. “Y
ou want my dick, baby?”

  “Yes,” I murmur, nodding my head enthusiastically.

  “I don’t think you do.” The way he slides the tip of his dick along my entrance is maddening.

  “I do, Darren. Please give it to me. Make this the only experience I ever remember,” I beg and Chains’ control seems to snap.

  “Sloane, when I’m done with you tonight you won’t even remember anyone else ever touching your body. Good or bad. You’ll only know my touch. My kiss,” He growls, slamming all the way home with each word. Punctuating his meaning.

  When he finishes his declaration, Chains leans forward to capture my mouth in a searing kiss as he grips my hips tighter and his thrusts become deeper with this angle. I wrap my arms around his neck as I grow closer to the edge of an orgasm building within me ready to explode at any moment.

  “I’m gonna come,” I pant when Chains breaks the kiss. My nails are digging into his skin the more he pounds into me.

  “Then come, baby. Tighten that pussy more than it already is and drench my dick.” Oh, shit the way his voice drops to a baritone does something to me and I can’t keep myself from doing what he commands.

  Screaming his name, my vision blurs as I come. My orgasm seems to go forever when Chains reaches between us and pinches my clit sending me sailing even higher.

  Long moments later Chains growls my name as he joins me in oblivion.

  “Fuckin’ hell, Bitsy,” Chains grunts, his dick still twitching inside me as he braces himself on his elbows. “We’re going all damn night and every night from now on. Or until I fuckin’ die of being buried in your tight pussy.”

  A giggle escapes me at his announcement.

  “Just think your headstone could read dead by TP,” I laugh.

  “TP?” he asks, arching a brow.

  “Tight Pussy.” He chuckles when I explain the abbreviation.

  “Shit, that’s funny, baby,” Chains states, shaking his head as he pulls out of me causing me to groan in protest. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you. Remember we’re fuckin’ all damn night.”