Rock

by Kimberly I. Belle

  “I’ll let James know you are here.” She gets on the phone and notifies James of my arrival.

  “Thanks, Mary.” I walk over to Luke and Joey and greet them. “Hey, guys. What are you doing here?”

  “Hi, Emma, official club business.”

  “Oh, okay.” I don’t press them. That’s code for we can’t talk about it. I go back to the lobby and wait for James. Ten minutes pass, and he finally emerges from the conference room.

  “Emma, my dear. Welcome.” He walks over to me and shakes my hand. “Come now, let’s get you to your first meeting.”

  “Good morning, James. What kind of meeting is this exactly? I don’t have any background on the clients or case?” What is he thinking? He’s taking me in blind.

  He opens up the door to the conference room, and I see Breaker, Tank, Buzz, Winger, and Rock all sitting in chairs around the giant glass table. I notice Rock sit straight up as soon as he sees me; his eyes also widen up.

  “Uh, James, what is this?”

  “Please, Emma, have a seat. I think you know everyone around the table, so there is no need for introductions.” James has such a big smile on his face.

  I take a seat next to James on the other end of the table. “Hi, guys.”

  Each of the Corrupted Saints leadership say hello.

  “Emma, I know you’re wondering what they are doing here and why you are here as well.”

  “Definitely.”

  “You see, I’ve discussed it with these gentlemen that when I retire from the firm in a couple months, you will take over all my clients. The Corrupted Saints are my most important and largest client. They have agreed willingly and with open arms to accept you as their new attorney.”

  “Wow. Uh, I’m not sure what to say.”

  “Say that you will accept,” Breaker cuts in.

  “You already know our club and what’s involved. We trust you.” Tank states.

  “Okay,” I agree. I have no choice, this is going to be my new job.

  After having a long meeting discussing all the in’s and out’s of the Corrupted Saints, their dealings, properties, and criminal records, I feel like there is much more to know. Mary Jo interrupts the meeting with a phone call for James. Surprisingly, Rock is the only one without a major criminal record. He’s been arrested but never charged with anything.

  “I think we are done here gentlemen. If there are any more questions, please let Emma know.”

  He walks out and leaves me in there with all the Corrupted Saints leadership. Everyone but Rock leaves the conference room. I’m packing up some of my notepads and paperwork that I was given when he comes up behind me.

  He whispers in my ear, “Where have you been, Emma?”

  I turn towards him. “I’ve been busy, Rock. What can I help you with?” I turn back and continue packing up the papers, trying to keep some semblance of organization.

  “Hey. Stop.” I immediately stop. “What is going on with you?”

  “Rock, this isn’t the appropriate place or time right now.”

  “Well, you’re wearing this fuck-me dress, and I want nothing more than to bend you over and spank your ass for that mouth of yours.”

  “Stop playing games, Rock. You’re too hot and cold for me. One minute we are fucking and having a great time then the next you won’t touch me for weeks. I don’t get it.” I’m getting flustered and frustrated. “But like I said, this isn’t the right time.”

  “Fine. When is the right time?”

  “I’m not sure there is one.” I gather the last of the papers. I need to find James and figure out where my office is. “Look, I need to get going, okay?”

  “Have dinner with me, Emma?”

  “Why should I?”

  “I want to talk to you, I miss you.”

  I think about it for a little. I can’t resist him, and I should let him explain.

  “Fine. I want Italian and I want to go out to a nice restaurant.”

  “Okay. I will pick you up at seven tonight.”

  “I’ll see you then.” I walk out and look for James.

  Chapter 21

  Rock

  “Wow, man, Emma looks fucking smokin’. Who would have known she had that body on her?” Winger exclaims.

  “Watch it man, you have an old lady. Don’t be looking at what’s mine,” I say to him as we walk out of James office. Emma is going to take over as the Corrupted Saint’s attorney after James retires in a couple months.

  “I’m just stating the obvious. I’m glad that she’s going to be our attorney. The old man is getting, well, old, and he needs to relax.” Winger puts on his helmet and rides off on his bike with the rest of the guys except for Buzz. He went next door to Liz’s bakery.

  Winger is right, though. James is pretty up there in age, and we weren’t sure what we were going to do when he retired. I’m glad Emma came into my life both personally and for my brothers and the club. I’ve been pretty fucking distant towards her for a while now. The night that she got Dutch out of jail, I wanted to make her feel good, but she rejected me. It made me feel inadequate and kind of like an asshole wanting to fuck as she was dealing with heavy shit, so I’ve kept my distance.

  I invited her out to dinner because I want to discuss something important with her. I plan on wining and dining her in the city.

  Four hours later…

  I arrive at Emma’s place to pick her up for our date. I made reservations at Il’Maestriani. The chef is a personal friend of mine and fellow Esclavage member. He’s from Italy and makes some of the best fucking Italian food ever.

  I’ve borrowed Winger’s Range Rover for the evening. I haven’t had a chance to go into the city to get my car. I make it to Emma’s house and walk up to the front door and ring the bell.

  When Emma answers, she takes my breath away. She is wearing a tight red dress that falls mid-thigh and pushes up her breasts tastefully, and her hair is up loosely with some ringlets falling. She’s also wearing fuck-me pumps.

  “Wow, fuck me! Ohh, la la baby,” I whistle out. “What did I do in a past life to deserve this vision of perfection in front of me?”

  “Oh, stop it, Rock.” She’s blushing.

  Hot damn, I can’t believe my eyes. She’s smoking hot.

  “You ready?” I ask her.

  “I sure am. Where are we going?” she asks as we walk to the car. I open the door and help her in.

  “We’re headed into the city. You said you wanted Italian, and I know the owner of an Italian place. He’s from Italy and makes the best Italian food ever.” I run around to the driver’s side and start our drive.

  “Rock, this is kind of a long drive.”

  I knew she would ask. It takes two hours to get there. Interesting thing is that we aren’t going to be driving up there.

  “Don’t worry. We will make it in time for dinner.” I have a trick up my sleeve. I drive to a landing strip near the local airport that is only fifteen minutes from town.

  “Why are we at the airport?”

  I get out of the car and open the door for her.

  “Come on.” I walk us down the runway to meet the pilot of a helicopter that I chartered for the evening.

  “No way. Are you serious?”

  I help her into the helicopter.

  “Serious as can be. It’s the fastest way into the city. You didn’t think I wanted to make you wait another two hours to have the best Italian food, did you?”

  “I can’t believe this. I’ve never been on a date like this before.”

  We both are strapped into the seats. Forty-five minutes later, we are landing in the city. I help Emma out of helicopter, and we are greeting by a driver.

  “Rock, what is going on?”

  “What do you mean?” I ask her as we are in the car.

  “A helicopter? A driver? This is too much.”

  “Emma, nothing is too much for you.”

  She gets q
uiet.

  “Well, thank you for all this. All for Italian food.”

  “It’s not just for Italian food.”

  “If you say so.”

  Another ten minutes and we make it to the restaurant.

  As soon as we walk in, we are assaulted by the most delicious smell. I give my name, Eli James, to the hostess. She immediately looks up with a giant smile on her face.

  “Right this way, sir.” She leads us to a table that overlooks the harbor. It’s a beautiful night.

  “Wow, this view is amazing.” Emma looks surprised.

  “Is there anything else I can get you?” The hostess rubs her hand on my arm.

  “No, that will be all.” I move my arm away.

  “Well, she’s smitten with you.” Emma smiles as she looks at the menu.

  “I’m not interested.” I look at my menu.

  I’m about to say something to Emma when the chef walks out.

  “Eli, my friend.” Gerardo is around my age, Italian, dark features, olive skin, full beard and black hair pulled into a ponytail. I stand up and give him a hug.

  “Gerardo. How are you?”

  “I’m wonderful, my friend. Who is this beautiful woman here?” He turns to Emma and kisses her hand.

  “This is my special friend Emma. She was craving Italian food, and I told her yours was the best.”

  “Hello. I’ve only heard good things from Eli here,” she chats up Gerardo. Hearing her say my real name gives me chills. I think she got the hint that I’m not Rock here.

  “What are we in the mood for?” Gerardo asks us.

  “Anything, surprise me,” Emma says.

  “Oooh, I like that answer. Your wish is my command.” He yells out to the waitress to bring us a bottle of their finest wine. He goes back to the kitchen to make our food.

  “Wow,” Emma says.

  “What?”

  “He is ridiculously attractive. I’ve never met an Italian man that looked like him.”

  “Should I be jealous?”

  “Nah, he is nice to look at, but I have a thing for bikers. Too bad for you, Eli.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “Everyone knows me by Eli. It’s my real name. I try to keep the Corrupted Saints out of my dealings in the city.”

  “I get it.” She takes a sip of the wine the waitress brings. “So, why are we here, Rock?”

  “I wanted to take you out. I miss you.”

  “You could have just taken me to dinner closer. Why all the anonymity of bringing me to the city?”

  “I want to discuss something with you.”

  “Okay. What is it?”

  “How about we eat first then talk?”

  “Fine.”

  We spend the next hour drinking, eating, and enjoying the delicious food. Gerardo came by to talk with us for a bit. As we exit the restaurant, the hostess comes up to me and gives me her phone number on a piece of paper. I toss it in the trash. I need to let Gerardo know she is being tacky by doing this while I have Emma with me; it’s very disrespectful.

  The driver is waiting for us, and I help Emma into the car. I give him the address to my place in the city.

  “So, where are we headed to now?”

  We are sitting very close to one another. Our legs are touching, and her dress is hiking up her thigh. I would love nothing more than to fuck her silly right in the car with the driver watching.

  “We are headed back to my place for dessert.”

  “Ooof, I don’t know if I can stomach dessert after that meal, Rock.”

  “I promise you will love this.”

  We reach my apartment and head up the elevator.

  “I forgot how Fort Knox your apartment is. The last time I was here, I had that ugly cast on my arm. I also have fond memories of your kitchen.” She smirks, remembering how we made out and fondled each other on the counter.

  “Can I get you anything?” I ask her.

  “I’ll take some water,” she says as she walks over to the large window facing the harbor. The sky is beautiful tonight. I grab a couple bottle waters and head over to her.

  “Here you go. Come sit with me.”

  We go over to the couch and sit down together.

  “So, what are we doing here, Rock?” I get up, grab a folder, and hand it to her. “What is this?”

  “Open it up. Take a look.”

  She spends a minute looking over the papers inside the folder.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “What do you not understand?”

  “Are you asking me to be your submissive? Is this a contract? Is that all I am to you, a fucking fuck toy?” She looks pissed, and she gets up to leave.

  “Stop.” She stops dead in her tracks. “Come back.” She walks back to me. “Sit down and relax. Let me explain.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “You wanted to know what my club was like and what it was that I liked, right?”

  “Yes, but…”

  “Let me finish. The paperwork in that folder belongs to the club I go to. It’s called Esclavage. They require you to sign an NDA and get pre-screened. You’re not allowed to discuss anything that goes on in that club to anyone. The other paper is a checklist. I want you to go through those things and mark off what you are okay with doing, what are hard no’s, and what are maybes. Emma, I want you in my life, but a large part of my life is being a dominant. You said you were willing to try being submissive, and I’ve noticed tendencies before and think you would be great. I’m not asking you to just be my submissive, I want more, I want you to be mine.”

  She sits there reading the list and bites her lip.

  “Rock, I don’t know what half these things are.”

  “Ask me and I will explain. But first, I want you to sign the NDA because I want to take you to the club tonight. I want you to see what goes on.”

  “I thought you said I would be free reign for couples, men, and women to approach since I didn’t have a bracelet.” It’s not like people are just gonna grab her and fuck her, permission is always needed, but not having a bracelet is like a beacon for fresh meat.

  I reach into my coat pocket and pull out a box. “That’s why I got you this.”

  I hand her the box, and she opens it. It has the gold bracelet for Esclavage. I had Emma pre-cleared with the Madame. She will be my guest and welcome as long as she signs the NDA and paperwork.

  “Wait, Rock. Are you serious?”

  “Yes, Emma baby. I want to try with you. I normally have my own NDA and contract and agreement with my submissive, but this is different with you, Emma. I don’t want you as just a submissive, I don’t want you just to fuck. I want more, but before you make a decision to do this with me, I want to expose you to a large part of who I am and make sure you’re okay with it. I want to know you are okay with going to the club.”

  “Okay.” She grabs a pen and signs the paperwork. She pauses after signing. “Does this mean I am your submissive?” She bites her lip, playing with the bracelet.

  “It means you’re mine. This is like an old lady cut to the BDSM world. No one touches you without my permission. I would love for you to be my submissive, but we will go over more of that later. Now, when we are in the club, you do as I say. I want you to pick a word that tells me you are uncomfortable and we can move on. It will be your safe word. If at any time you want to leave, just let me know and we will go. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You’re going to see a lot of things that may seem taboo.”

  “Are you going to do anything tonight?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, are we going to do anything together at the club?”

  “Baby, let’s just see how you feel being there and we can decide together there?”

  “Okay.” She claps her hands. “I’m going to use the restroom before we go.”

  “Alright, I’ll be out here.”

  I’ve never been so
nervous taking someone to my club before. Emma is special to me, and I haven’t been to Esclavage for over a month since she got Dutch out of jail. I’ve been fucking confused and a pansy for not reaching out to her afterwards. To be honest, I felt a little rejected and didn’t want to push her after. She needed to heal.

  Emma walks out of the bathroom. “I’m ready. I’m so excited, Rock. I can’t wait to see this place.”

  “Come on, the driver is waiting downstairs.”

  “Okay. Let’s go.”

  We both go down the elevator of my apartment and meet the driver. As we are driving to the club, I explain some things to Emma.

  “I don’t want you to talk to anyone but me, you also stay by my side. You don’t leave my side and you make sure to keep that bracelet on your hand and visible at all times. You understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Also, call me ‘sir’.”

  “Yes, sir.” She smirks a little. She scoots over to me and puts her hand on my thigh. “Thank you for this. I know how hard it is to open up to someone and bring them into this world of yours. I hope I fit in and be everything you want.”

  “Baby, you are already everything I want and more, and you don’t need to change yourself for me or anyone. I like you just as you are. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. I already know you’re comfortable in my world with the MC, I want you to be comfortable in this world as well.”

  “All I can do is try, but I am so damn excited.” She squeezes my thigh. She tries to move her hand closer to my dick. I let her.

  I turn towards her and grab her chin and lift her lips towards me. I give her a long overdue kiss. “Delicious as ever.”

  “I’ve missed that.”

  I put my hand over her hand on my dick, move it, and hold her hand on her lap.

  “Rock, can I call you Rock in there?”

  “Call me ‘sir’ or Eli.”

  “I like your name, Eli.”

  “I love it coming off your lips.”

  We spend the next fifteen minutes chatting. The car comes to a stop.