My phone rings. “Rock here.” It’s Joey. He says he’s out front with the food. “Be right there.” I hang up.
“Are you leaving?” she asks, worried.
“No, Joey is here with some food.”
“Oh.” She gets up and heads to the front door.
I stop her. “Hang on there, sweetie.”
“What?” she asks, confused.
“You’re not wearing any pants. As much as I love staring at your ass and having you almost naked, I don’t want another man looking.”
“Don’t be silly, Rock.” She continues towards the front door and makes it there before me, opening up the door.
“Hi.”
“Avert your eyes, Prospect,” I say as I come up behind her.
“Yes, sir. I, uh, brought you the food you ordered.” He holds the food out as he looks away.
“Are you serious, Rock?”
“We may not have known each other for that long, but I don’t want another man looking at you or your beautiful ass and legs.” I grab the food from the prospect. “You can go now, Prospect.” Joey takes off and doesn’t look at her.
“Bye, Emma. I hope you are doing better,” he yells out as he walks away.
Emma turns to me. “That was really mean, Rock. He went through all the trouble to bring us some food, and he couldn’t even look at me.”
I ignore what she says. “Come on, let’s eat.” I walk to the dining room table and lay out all the food. Emma takes a seat. “I didn’t know what you wanted, so I ordered a little of everything.” I really did, too. I ordered burgers, fries, dip, and some seared halibut crusted with macadamia nuts and a peanut sauce with mashed potatoes and creamed spinach, a rib eye steak with corn on the cob, and a salad. For dessert, I ordered some of Liz’s baked goods, gooey cinnamon rolls and a cobbler with homemade ice cream.
“You didn’t have to order all of this. It’s a lot.”
“I know, but you haven’t had a good meal and you need your strength.”
“You know, you’re overprotective and it’s not nice, we aren’t even a couple. You treated Joey rudely,” she says as she grabs a French fry.
“You answered the door in your underwear.”
“So what? If it’s what I am comfortable in, I will answer the door in it. Plus, it’s your shirt and Joey isn’t interested in me. So rude.” God, if she wasn’t injured and recovering from a disgusting pig touching her, I would take her over my knee and spank her ass for not caring.
“You know, if you weren’t injured, I would take you over my knee and spank you for being so stubborn. You may not be my girlfriend or my old lady, but I care for you and I don’t want another man looking at you hungrily.”
“You said it yourself, you don’t want an old lady, so why even pretend with me?”
“Emma, you don’t get it, I don’t want other men seeing you in your underwear, especially other guys from my club. Your body is special, and I don’t care how you dress or whatever, but for the love of god, you answered the door in your underwear. Very see-through lace underwear. I can see your pussy through them.” She has her legs slightly open, and I can see her pussy.
“I have a shirt on that is covering me. It’s not like I was going to bend over and ask him to fuck me.”
“How about we eat?” I try to avoid what she just said, her fucking another man makes me angry. I’m not trying to put pressure on her, she has been through a lot. I’m going to drop it for now.
“Sounds good. Everything smells delicious.” She seems to get that I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Truthfully, I don’t want to upset her or come off as a misogynistic man.
“You have to try this fish. The chef at our restaurant gets it fresh every day, and it’s fucking amazing.” I grab a forkful and feed it to her.
“Mmmmm. That is sinful.”
We spend the next thirty minutes just stuffing our faces and talking. I told Breaker I wasn’t coming to the clubhouse today, that I wanted to make sure Emma was doing alright. He agreed and didn’t ask any questions. Emma and I decide to stream some movies and have the dessert. We move to the couch, and Emma snuggles up into the corner of the couch with a blanket. I sit next to her and turn on the movie.
Two hours later…
I wake up on my couch. I must have dozed off. I wake up with Emma in the crook of my arm. She is sleeping, she must have snuggled up to me while I fell asleep. I don’t want her sleeping on the couch like this, it’s probably not the best for her sore body.
I caress her face to try and wake her. “Emma. Baby. Wake up,” I whisper into her ear. She starts to turn a little.
“No. I don’t want to wake up yet.”
“Baby, we fell asleep on my couch. Let’s get you to the bedroom and you can sleep there. It’s more comfortable.”
“No, I like it here. It’s warm, and you smell good.”
I can’t help but laugh. I manage to get myself up and pick her up. She quickly opens her eyes.
“Rock, put me down. I can walk.”
“I know you can, but I can also carry you. I’m taking you to bed.”
“Really?” She has a huge smile on her face.
“To sleep, Emma. You need your rest.” I laugh again, and she pouts. I get to the bedroom and set her down on the bed and tuck her in. I’m ready to walk away when she grabs me by the wrist.
“Don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.” I look down at her, and she is looking up at me with her gorgeous grey eyes.
“Baby, I can stay, but we aren’t fucking tonight. You’re too fragile right now.”
She nods in agreement and pulls back the covers for me. I remove my shirt and jeans and get in. She immediately nuzzles up to me and lays her hand over my heart. It feels like fucking heaven having her this close to me. I never enjoyed cuddling or having a fucking submissive on me, but with her, it’s different.
Emma dozes off within a couple minutes, and I follow suit afterwards. It’s been a long fucking two days.
Chapter 18
Emma
I’m waking up in one of the most comfortable beds, and Rock is spooning me. I can feel his dick poking my ass; he’s hard as a rock. I can’t help but wiggle my ass into his cock. I reach behind me and start stroking his dick.
“Emma,” Rock muffles out from under the pillow.
He places his hand over mine, stopping it from stroking him. I turn towards him and look at him. He’s looking at me with his gorgeous baby blues; he has a sleepy look in his eyes. I can’t help but smile at him. He holds his hand in place on mine and turns onto his back. I think he realizes that I want to do this. I reach with my good hand and try to lower his boxers.
“Baby, are you sure?” Rock asks me.
“I’ve never been surer of anything up until now.”
I can’t help but lick my lips. His dick is throbbing and ready for me. He lifts his hips and lowers his boxers for me. I get in between his legs and start stroking his cock up and down. I bring my mouth down to his cock and lick the tip.
“Mmmmm, oh god, baby,” Rock moans. I feel him place his hand on the back of my head, gathering my hair. He gently pumps his dick up into my mouth and hand.
I suck a little harder and take his dick out of my mouth, making a popping noise.
“You taste delicious,” I say as I look up to him and stroke his dick.
“Baby, if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum in your hand and mouth.”
“Good, I want to taste you.” I go back to sucking his dick. I pick up the pace and stroke him faster.
“Emma, you need to stop, I’m going to cum.”
I ignore what he’s saying; I want him to cum in my mouth. I take him in as much as I can while stroking him. I continue doing this until I can feel him tensing. His balls retract a little; I pop his dick out of my mouth and swirl my tongue on the tip. I lick from the back to the tip.
“Cum for me, Rock.”
I pump my hand up and down faster. I keep my tongue on the tip of his dick, waiting for him to cum.
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum now. Fucking shit.” Rock’s whole body tenses and he comes into my mouth.
“Mmmmm, Rock, just like that.” I swallow him and lick the tip of his dick clean. I continue to suck his cock a little. He’s spasming.
“Oh, baby, I’m sensitive.” He looks down at me, gathers my hair in his hands, and lifts my head up. He scoots back and lifts my chin to kiss.
“You were amazing,” he says against my lips.
“Thank you,” I reply.
“Why are you thanking me, Emma?” He looks confused.
“I know you like to be in control, and you let me have it. I needed that.”
“Baby, you don’t need to thank me for that, EVER.”
He carefully brings me up to him, and I lay my head on his chest. I can feel him playing with my hair and hear his heart beating.
“Rock?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Can you take me to your BDSM club?” I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I really want to know what it is like.
He scoots back, and I sit up.
“Why do you want to go there, Emma?”
“I want to know what it is like there.”
“I don’t want to take you there unless you’re mine, unless you’re my submissive. Otherwise, men would think you were free reign. Also, you are injured, Emma, I want you to rest and heal up.”
“Well, after I heal, can you take me?”
“Emma, what do you think it is like there?”
“I picture it being super glamorous, a lot of beautiful people fucking and blindfolding one another.” I honestly don’t know what to expect, I’ve always been curious about it. I’ve been blindfolded and spanked before and I liked it.
“That’s a very small part of it. This club is for the serious BDSM community. People pay big bucks for their anonymity, privacy, and to have their needs met. It’s not just blindfolds, there are submissives and dominants, some belong to one another and others go there to find a submissive for the night or long term. There are different levels of intensity and most submissives, if they belong to a dominant, wear a bracelet. It means they are off limits and belong to someone.”
“When you say they belong to someone, what do you mean by that?”
“It means they have agreed to be the submissive to a specific dominant. Sometimes it’s not just in the bedroom, it can also be outside the bedroom. Some of them are married, some are in relationships, and some just have a sexual relationship, open and not.”
“Why don’t you have a submissive?” I ask.
“I’ve had a few. My last submissive decided she wanted more. She wanted to be submissive in her day-to-day life, in public. She was into public humiliation. I’m a true dominant sexually and I’m pretty dominant in my day-to-day life, but I don’t do public humiliation or more extremes.”
“Hmmm. Okay.”
“What’s churning in that pretty little head of yours?”
“How does someone become your submissive specifically?” I’m genuinely interested. “Well, all my submissives have been screened by the club, they get a checklist, and they sign an NDA.”
“A checklist?”
“Yes, the club gives all potential submissives a check list of yes, no, and maybe. It’s a list of sexual acts they agree, disagree, and are maybe ok performing and being a part of.”
“Can I see the checklist?”
“Emma, why are you so interested in this?”
“I don’t want to lose you, and I’ve always been into pleasure pain and light bondage. I wouldn’t mind exploring this, but only with someone I trust, and I trust you.”
Rock has a big smile on his face. “Emma, how about we just focus on getting you healed for now and then we talk about this later. I want to make sure you heal up nice and healthy. When you’ve had a chance to have normal for a bit since leaving the military and not having gone through an awful ordeal because of your ex.”
He’s right. I’m bummed, though. Maybe he doesn’t want me to be his submissive. Maybe he has a certain type that he’s into. He also said that he’s only interested in submissives that were chosen by his club; I still want to go regardless, but I don’t think it’s the type of place that you can just walk into.
“If I drop the topic for now until I’m healed, will you promise to take me to your club?”
He pauses for a moment and just stares into my eyes intently. “Emma, I will only take you into that club if you are mine and there’s a bracelet on that hand of yours. If that happens, then yes.” He gives me a peck on the lips. I don’t say any more. “How about some breakfast?”
I don’t get a chance to answer him as his phone rings at that moment. I walk into the bathroom to let him have his time on the phone, but I can still hear Rock arguing.
I take a look at myself in the mirror and I look terrible; I feel extremely sore. I have bruises all over; good lord I look like shit. “Wow.” I walk back out to the bedroom, and Rock is cursing. He hangs up and looks pissed; I’ve never seen him like this before.
“Hey, is everything okay?” I ask.
“Everything is fine,” he says. “I need to get back to the clubhouse.”
“Okay. I can go back to my house. Let me just put some clothes on.” Something is definitely wrong.
“Emma, you don’t have to go, and your place isn’t fixed yet. You’re staying here, I will be back shortly. I need to go deal with some club business.” I remember Liz telling me not to ask them about anything for safety.
“Okay, will it be Joey?” I ask him.
“Yes, it will. Why do you ask?” He looks a little pissed that I asked.
“I feel safe with him.”
I go into the closet and grab a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt and get dressed quickly. I emerge from the closet and see Rock on the bed, texting on his phone. I go out into the main room and don’t say anything to him. He seems really into whatever is going on. He won’t tell me what it is, but I know something is up.
“Emma,” I hear him call my name. He’s dressed in black jeans, a white t shirt, his cut, and black boots. He looks hot as hell. He’s a walking panty-dropper, just like the others.
“Yeah?” I reply.
“Look, I know you’re upset at me because I’m not telling you anything. I’m sorry, but I’m not used to having to share, and we typically don’t share club information.”
“I get that, Rock. I also get that you’re stressed about something. I know I’m just a friend, but if you need to talk or if I can help, just let me know. Your club has helped me with more than I can every repay.” It’s the truth.
He walks right up to me, right into my face. “I’m stressed and you are more than just a friend.” He cradles my face and kisses me deep. I lose my breath.
“Are you leaving now?”
“I’m waiting for the prospect to get here. Please don’t leave the house. If you need something, let him know and we will have someone get it for you.” It’s at that moment that two bikes pull up. “Emma, I’m leaving, I will be in touch. Here’s a phone, if you need anything just text me. If it’s an emergency, call me.”
“Am I not safe?” I’m worried now.
“No, you are perfectly safe. It’s just a precaution, and I want you to have the ability to contact me whenever you need until we can get you your phone back.”
There is a knock at the door. Rock walks to the door and opens it.
“Prospect.”
“Sir.” It’s Joey. “Ma’am”.
“Hey, Joey, don’t call me ma’am, it makes me feel old,” I tell him. “Who’s that guy in the back there?” I point to another biker staying back.
“That’s another prospect,” Rock answers. “Prospect, get over here.”
The other prospect walks up, and I immediately recognize him.
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nbsp; “Oh my god. No fucking way. Luke?” I say.
“Captain?” the prospect says.
“Luke, what are you doing here?” I go up to him and give him the biggest hug.
“I moved into town and am trying to become a part of the Corrupted Saints. What are you doing here?”
“I live here now. Well, not here in this house, this is my friend Rock’s house.”
“Emma, you know this prospect?” Rock comes over and puts him arm around my waist.
“Yeah, this is Luke. He was my protection detail when I was overseas. He was with me on all my deployments, he kept me safe for years.” I can’t believe my eyes. I’m so happy to see a familiar face.
“Captain, what happened to you?” Luke asks. Before I’m able to answer, Rock cuts in.
“Prospect, you aren’t here to ask questions. You are here to protect her. You make sure she stays safe. She’s important. You’ve protected her before in more hostile environments, I’m assuming you can keep her safe here?” Rock barks out. He’s being so freaking macho right now.
“Yes, sir,” Luke says.
Rock turns to me. “I’m leaving, I’ll be back soon.”
He gives me a very passionate kiss in front of Joey and Luke. I can’t call them prospects.
I get kind of shy. I whisper to Rock as our faces are close together, “You wouldn’t be staking your claim, would you now, Mr. Rock?”
He smiles and walks away. “Something like that,” he shouts as he gets onto his bike.
I walk back into the house and make some breakfast. Joey follows in with Luke keeping watch outside. I really am wondering what is going on.
Chapter 19
Rock
I just left my house, and Emma is staying back with two prospects. All members have been called back to the clubhouse. One of ours was arrested last night and is being charged with a felony weapons charge. We called a meeting to find out what the fuck is going on. None of the brothers are to carry weapons without concealed weapons permits. We can’t find James or anyone from his firm to get in there and find out what the fuck is going on. He’s being held in a jail outside of our town and territory.
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