by Harley Wylde
“I should leave,” I said, looking away. “I’ll find a pharmacy so you won’t have to worry about me turning up on your doorstep in a month or so demanding money or some shit.”
“How old are you, Pepper?” he asked. His tone was strained, almost as if he were in pain.
I blinked at him. “Is that why you backed off? You’re worried I’m underage?”
“Are you?” he demanded.
“Not hardly. I’m twenty-two. Little late if I was still under eighteen seeing as how you’ve already fucked me. Maybe I’m just like my mom after all.”
He growled and advanced on me. Before I could run, he tossed me over his shoulder and stomped off to the back of the house. I had an excellent view of his denim-clad ass and an idea that we were heading toward his bedroom. He kicked the door shut, then slid me off his shoulder. The second he sat on the edge of the bed, he jerked me across his lap, the quick motion making me dizzy as I stared at the floor.
Flicker yanked my shorts down my legs, then pulled them all the way off. I felt the cool air caress my bare ass and pussy, then his hand came down with a hard smack. I yelped and struggled, but he placed an arm across my lower back, holding me still. He spanked me half a dozen times, my ass feeling like it was on fire.
“What the hell, Flicker?” I demanded.
His hand cracked against my ass again. “Quiet.”
“But I…”
He spanked me twice more and I clamped my lips shut. He rubbed my sore ass cheek and the burn seemed to spread.
“Such a pretty red,” he said. “I knew your ass would look spectacular after a few spankings.”
He brought his hand down on the other cheek and I yelped again, but I’d learned that fighting was futile. If I were truly in distress, he would probably stop. While it hurt, it also was starting to make my pussy wet. I’d heard of women who got off on being spanked, but I never thought I’d be one of them. His hand cracked against my poor abused ass until both cheeks were burning. He wedged a hand between my thighs, forcing me to spread my legs.
“Mmm. Just like I thought. My naughty girl likes being spanked,” he said. He teased my slit before lightly brushing his fingers against my clit. I jerked in his grasp and moaned as pleasure shot through me. My nipples hardened and chafed against the material of my tank.
He removed his arm and worked my shirt over my head, almost as if he’d heard my thoughts.
“Now that’s a sight I could grow used to,” he said.
I glanced at him and saw he was staring across the room. When I turned my head, I gasped. There was a large mirror on the back of his door, showing me sprawled across his lap, my breasts swinging free, my red ass under his palm.
“Arms behind your back, Pepper.”
I slowly did as he said, crossing my wrists. He slid open the bedside table drawer, and then I felt him tying something around my hands. I tugged and realized I couldn’t break free. Then he gathered my hair and pulled it over to the side, giving him an unhindered view in the mirror. He spanked me several more times, pausing between swats to tease my pussy.
“You came so easily at your dad’s house. I bet if I used a vibrator on you that you’d explode,” he said.
He reached down and I watched as he slid a plastic container from under his bed. He popped the lid and pulled out a small white box. I couldn’t see what was inside, but after his words just now, I had a feeling he was about to tease the hell out of me. At least it seemed to be an unopened package. I heard him rip open the box, then he grabbed a package of batteries from the same tub. Within seconds, I heard the toy being whirring and I fought back a moan. I’d never used one before, but I’d heard they could feel amazing.
“Let’s see how fast you come apart,” he said.
“Wait. Why do you have brand-new vibrators under your bed?” I asked.
“Waiting for the right woman to come along so I could use them.”
He parted the lips of my pussy and then placed the toy directly on my clit. I screamed and bucked from the intensity. He turned up the speed and I started coming.
“Oh, God! Flicker!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
I screamed and thrashed on his lap as I came, my orgasm seeming to last forever. He was relentless, rubbing the toy against my clit.
“Don’t stop now, Pepper,” he said.
It felt like one orgasm bled into another, until I’d come so hard and so long I felt wrung out. My clit was oversensitive and when he shut off the toy and set it aside, I wanted to weep in both joy and frustration. Despite having come so much, I still felt empty and wanted more.
He lifted me, then stood. Flicker placed me in the center of the bed, my ass in the air and my face pressed to the bedding.
“I’m going to hell,” he muttered. “But what a fucking ride.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he thrust deep and hard, filling me to the point of pain. I whimpered as he drove into me. On the next stroke, he seemed to hit the perfect spot and I knew I was seconds away from coming again. Could a woman die from too many orgasms? I was starting to think I might. He fucked me hard and fast, and as my pussy gushed and I screamed out my release, I felt him pounding his cum into me, the wet heat filling me up.
His cock twitched as he stilled, buried inside of me. He’d gripped my hips so tight I wondered if I’d have fingerprints there for days. The thought made me shiver, and not in a bad way. I wanted that. To be marked by him. Maybe there really was something wrong with me. I’d read a few romance novels before, mostly to see what the fuss was about, but it had seemed laughable at the time. Women like me never got a happy ever after, and yet I’d found a lot of books where the heroine had faced similar situations to my fucked-up life. I didn’t know a single person from Mom’s world who had ever escaped. Every single person at the trailer park was still there, those who hadn’t died.
He pulled out, then unfastened my wrists. I straightened my legs and collapsed onto the bed with a groan. Flicker set the toy on the bedside table, then stretched out next to me. My hair shifted and I opened my eyes. His hand lingered near my face, and he lightly stroked my cheek.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, “but you pissed me off.”
“How did I make you mad?” I asked.
“You made it sound like you were a whore for letting me take your virginity. I shouldn’t have spanked you, or tied you up, but I can’t regret it. Watching you come so damn hard before I’d even gotten inside of you was a big fucking turn-on. And the way you squirted when I was balls-deep in you? Fuck! I want that every fucking time.”
I smiled faintly. “You make it sound like it’s going to happen again.”
He leaned in closer, his gaze unblinking. “Because it is.”
“You came inside me again without a condom. I really do need to head to the pharmacy. And if you’re out of condoms and plan on doing this again, I should probably get a box while I’m there.”
“No,” he said, his voice firm.
I leaned up on an elbow, my brow furrowed. “What do you mean by no?”
He moved in closer and kissed me, his lips soft and teasing. I felt his hand sliding down my arm to my wrist. He lifted my arm slowly, inching it toward the headboard, but I gaped at him in surprise when I heard the click of handcuffs. I looked up to where he’d shackled me to his bed.
“What the actual fuck?” I asked.
“Keep sassing me and I’ll spank your ass again.”
“Why am I handcuffed to your bed?”
“Because I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. You seem determined to get away, to kill our possible baby, and I’ve decided I like the idea of you being pregnant.”
I blinked. Then blinked again. I must have hallucinated because he couldn’t have just said what I thought he’d said. Men didn’t really think that way, did they? Especially the type who looked like they had a one-night stand every day of the week.
“What?” I asked stupidly.
He placed a hand on my belly. “I think you’d look cute and sexy with your belly swollen with my kid.”
“You’re deranged. You know that, right? You can’t just fuck me and decide to keep me. My dad is going to look for me. There are men who will…” I clamped my mouth shut, but not before he tensed and his gaze darkened and turned intensely scary.
“Men who will what?”
I shook my head, but he gripped my hair, tipping my head back. There was a hint of pain, but not enough that I was scared of him.
“You’re going to finish that sentence, Pepper, or so help me God I will torture it out of you.”
My heart kicked in my chest at the word torture. I hadn’t thought he would hurt me, but it seemed I’d been very wrong. And now I was trapped and no one knew where I was. Oh, God. This wasn’t good.
“Don’t hurt me,” I whispered, then wanted to wince at how pathetic I sounded.
“Hurt…” He snorted and his grip tightened on my hair even more. “Baby girl. I won’t be hurting you. I will, however, make you come so much and so hard that your pussy will ache for days. I will fuck you until there isn’t a drop of cum left in my balls, and you better fucking believe every bit of it is going inside you.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
He sighed and released me, then lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. I started to think he wouldn’t speak again, that I would be left wondering what the hell was going on and whether or not I was trapped with a psycho.
“What’s going on?” I asked, tugging at the cuff.
“I’ve decided I’m keeping you,” he said, refusing to look at me.
“Like a pet? Or is this one of those ‘it puts the lotion on’ type things? Because I’m not down for that.”
He smiled faintly and turned to face me. “No, honey. Not in that kind of way. I’ve felt this insane connection to you from the second I saw you last night. Then that little incident when I was jerking off in here? I knew I wanted you, had to have you, no matter who it pissed off. I hadn’t counted on fucking you bare, or coming inside of you. The thought of you carrying my kid? Makes me feel a little like a caveman.”
“So keep me as in…” I trailed off, still not quite getting where he was going with this.
“I want you to be mine,” he said softly. “My woman. It’s completely insane, and I know that. Some part of me realizes this is one hundred percent nuts, but I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I’d had plenty of guys want in my pants, thinking I was easy. But he’d gotten mad when I’d compared myself to my mother. If he didn’t think I was acting like a whore, and he wanted to keep me, then… Nope, still totally confused.
“You can’t just chain me to your bed, Flicker. I came to my dad for help. There are men looking for me, and they aren’t the nice kind,” I said.
“Your dad mentioned some trouble.”
“My mom had a tendency to steal stuff. In this case, she stole twenty grand worth of drugs. She killed herself, intentional overdose, and now they want the drugs or the money from me, with interest.”
He tugged on a lock of my hair. “Then it seems chaining you to my bed isn’t so insane after all. If you’re here, then they can’t get to you.”
I gaped at him, my mouth opening and shutting several times as I grasped for something -- anything -- to say to that. He didn’t sound like a rational person right now, and yet I had to admit there was a small part of me that thrilled at the idea of belonging to him, of someone wanting me enough to keep me forever. Even my mother hadn’t wanted me, so I’d never thought I’d have anyone in my life. Now I had my dad, and it seemed the sexy beast in bed with me didn’t want to let me go.
Flicker ran a hand down his face and sighed. “Pepper, being Sarge’s daughter means this club will protect you, whatever the cost. You don’t have to be mine in order for that to happen, but I’m not letting you go.”
I tugged on the cuffs again.
He gazed down at me, his eyes going soft and tender for a moment. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Flicker…”
He shook his head. “Don’t call me that. Not when we’re together, alone. Especially not when we’re in bed together.”
“Then what do I call you?”
“My name is Daniel. My sister calls me Danny.”
“You seem a little too intense to be a Danny,” I said, smiling a little. “But I can see Daniel suiting you, or maybe even Dan.”
“You can call me whatever you want, baby girl, as long as it’s not Flicker. Unless we’re around my brothers.”
“So getting to use your real name is an honor of some sort?” I asked.
He nodded. “It’s reserved for my blood family… and for the woman I want to keep. That would be you, in case you’re confused.”
“You’re certifiable. You can’t just take one look at a woman and decide you’re going to hang onto her forever,” I said. “Life doesn’t work that way.”
“Around here it does,” he said. “We play by a different set of rules, baby. If I want you handcuffed to my bed, there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it. Not even your daddy.”
“Why?” I asked softly. “Why me?”
He rolled us so that I lay under him, his cock already hard and nudging my entrance. “I’ve been celibate for six months. Even though we haven’t had the discussion, I’m clean. I’d never put you in jeopardy like that. Getting you pregnant is another matter. I want that, more than I’ve ever wanted anything. A brother once told me that he’d felt an instant connection to the woman he claimed and later married. I hadn’t understood what he meant, until you. I knew I wanted you from the moment you pulled off your helmet last night and all that red hair came tumbling down. But it wasn’t until I’d fucked you, saw your virgin’s blood smeared on my cock, that I realized I wasn’t going to let you go.”
I reached up and placed my palm against his cheek. Flicker pressed closer to my hand, his eyes sliding shut a moment, and something about the gesture told me that maybe he needed someone as much as I did. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who’d felt alone and unwanted all these years. He mentioned a sister, and she likely loved him, which meant he had more than I’d ever had. But it didn’t mean there wasn’t still a big gaping hole inside of him that he wanted to fill, and just maybe he felt I was the way to do that.
Oddly, that made me feel better about the situation, like we both had something in common after all. I’d always been the poor girl, the whore’s daughter. When Flicker looked at me, I felt like a desirable woman, someone worth keeping, worth fighting for. It was a feeling I never wanted to let go.
“Maybe I want to keep you too,” I said.
He grinned, then thrust deep, his cock filling me. “I think we should seal it with a kiss.”
I snorted. “That’s the wrong set of lips, and you don’t feel like you’re kissing me.”
“All in good time, baby. All in good time.”
Every stroke of his cock had me wanting to beg for more. He fucked me for what felt like hours, until we were both sated and breathless. At some point, he unlatched the handcuff, and I now lay curled against him, my hand over his heart. We still had to discuss the reason I’d come to the Dixie Reapers to begin with, but for now, I just wanted to savor the moment. To feel wanted. Loved.
His arm tightened around me, and I heard him whisper, “I’m keeping you.”
A smile curved my lips as I closed my eyes and let sleep claim me.
Chapter Four
Flicker
It sounded like someone was trying to break down the front door and I groaned as I slid out from under Pepper. I grabbed my jeans off the floor and pulled them on, then went to see what the fucking emergency was. I ran a hand through my hair and cracked my neck before I pulled open the door, then wished I hadn’t bothered.
“Where’s Pepper?” Sarge demanded. “Her bike is still in my driveway, but I can�
�t find her anywhere.”
“She’s safe,” I said.
“How the fuck can you be sure of that?” he asked.
“Because I…”
My words froze as I felt small hands slide around my waist. I glanced behind me to see Pepper in my shirt, her hair a tangled mess. Yeah, no way her daddy wouldn’t be able to tell she’d been fucked good and hard.
“Everyone’s too loud,” she muttered and pressed tighter to me.
“Pepper?” Sarge asked, shoving at me. I stumbled back a step, reaching behind me to wrap an arm around Pepper to keep her upright. “You asshole!”
Sarge looked beyond furious as he faced me.
“How long was I gone before you decided to take advantage of her?” he asked. “She’s a kid! My kid!”
“She’s an adult, Sarge. A woman.”
“You don’t know what she’s been through,” Sarge said. “She’s vulnerable. I needed you to help me protect her.”
Pepper’s hands tightened on my waist a moment, then she stepped out from behind me.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Sarge said.
“I shouldn’t have come here. I wanted to meet you, and Mom thought you could help me, but I’m just causing problems.”
“No,” I said harshly, turning and pulling her into my arms. “Don’t you dare fucking say that. This isn’t your fault.”
“What’s going on with you two?” Sarge asked, sounding more resigned than angry at the moment.
“I’m keeping her,” I said. “I don’t give a fuck if you like it or not.”
“Christ,” Sarge muttered and stalked off only to come right back. “Really? All these years, all the woman available, and you pick my daughter?”
“I haven’t been with a woman in six months,” I said. “She’s the only one I’ve wanted in all that time. And before you ask, yes, I meant it when I said I was keeping her. Pepper isn’t just a quick fuck.”