by B. B. Blaque
Let’s do this!
My boots hit each step hard on the way up the stairs. I wanted her to hear me comin’ and wonder what the fuck I’d do. The bullshit was all too much and I wasn’t gonna take it anymore. Crucifix was gonna have his ass chewed too. “Bro . . . you’ll get it through your thick Irish skull one day. I do have your back more than you know. ”Fuck you, brother!”
When I made it to the room, she was sittin’ in the chair behind the desk, waitin’ for me. I walked over and slid my hand into the rat’s nest on her head since I hadn’t let her have time to braid her hair.
“Little Miss Porn Star, let’s see what ya got!”
I grabbed one of her hands and put it on my buckle and she knew what to do. When she took my cock out, it was only half-hard. “Suck! I want you to start it from scratch . . . not like those porn guys with their little blue pills. Get me hard and don’t take your fuckin’ eyes off of mine.”
She started suckin’ and it didn’t take long to get me fully hard. The look in her eyes was incredible. I knew how good her fear tasted and it looked beautiful on her. “That’s a good girl . . . don’t stop . . . suck and listen. Once upon a time in the hills of Tennessee, there was a guy in a motorcycle club. He’d been practically raised up by the club and it was all he knew.”
Nixx started doin’ the thing and lickin’ my balls. I pulled that head back and stopped her. “Uh. Uh. No. You aren’t even gonna try to push that button. Girl, we’re just gettin’ started . . . no need to rush.”
Not many people knew the story and I never thought I’d be tellin’ it to her. It was long ago and had formed the man I’d become. It needed to be told and I knew by how tight-lipped she’d been about Luke and Indiana that she’d never tell a soul.
I am not like Luke.
“Well, this guy was goin’ along fine. Doin’ shit with the club, business and all that mess. It wasn’t nothin’ for him to get an ol’ lady and fall for her . . . I mean, hell, it’s kinda what regular people do, right?” She nodded with my cock in her mouth and eyes still locked on me.
Like that Rocco fuckwad.
“The time came for them to get married and start poppin’ out little bikers. Well, no rugrats had happened and the guy decided to join the Marines and serve his country.”
Fuck! Trippin’ down that memory lane was nothin’ I wanted to do again. I’d been fine until Nixx waited on our table. If I’d just left her alone, it woulda saved us both a lot of grief. I was gettin’ angrier by the second and yanked her up and pushed her onto her back on the desk. My hands tore at her jeans like a ferocious animal and brought ‘em down just enough to get her legs held back where I wanted ‘em. I slammed in hard and kept tellin’ the story.
“Ya know . . . those big mouth bitches in the dressin’ room shoulda been enough to scare you off that night. You shoulda left when ya still could and never came back.” My dick pounded in hard and she screamed and closed her eyes. I snatched up those cheeks and slapped her face. “Look at me, bitch! Like you did with that motherfucker on the set! I’m tellin’ a story and want your un-fuckin’-divided attention!”
Holy fuck! Do not hurt her.
It’s not the first time you’ve smacked her and she loves it.
“You want me to love you so bad that you’re gettin’ off on this shit!” Her pussy was wetter than any I’d ever felt. “So, anyway, this guy is away in the Marines, servin’ our country, and sendin’ all his money home to the ol’ lady. Then he gets a letter and they tell him he has to go home ASAP. Well, ya know what he finds when he goes home? An empty fuckin’ house, flowers, and sympathy cards. His ol’ lady had been killed . . . while she was pregnant. The kicker to it all . . . she was knocked up by one of his brothers and the inbred psycho motherfucker killed them both and vanished!”
I was seein’ nothin’ but black and rammin’ my cock as hard as I could into her. I heard cryin’ and screamin’, but Nixx wasn’t there, just a fuckin’ hole bein’ filled to take it all out on. She wasn’t a person to me, she was a sexual punchin’ bag. There was a good fuckin’ reason I turned my feelin’s off and in that moment, I was feelin’ every fuckin’ one of ‘em. The rage was overshadowin’ it all!
“Well, the crazy biker Marine went and found the brother. It took him awhile to do, but when he did, let’s just say he gutted that motherfucker like an animal and left him hangin’ to bleed to death. He made sure it was in black bear country and don’tcha know, when he went back, there was nothin’ left to bury. No one ever knew what happened and he’s still considered missin’ and most wanted by the club. The Marine turned in his colors, moved to New York City when he got outta the service, and joined the Royal Bastards MC. You know where this is goin’ by now, I’m sure.”
Her eyes were huge and tears were coverin’ her cheeks, and all the make-up the artist had done was streaked. She was a disaster. My disaster. Her eyes were still locked on mine.
“Well, I became a pimp. It was logical considerin’ the business of the chapter and because I didn’t give a shit about any of those girls. I turned all that shit off in me and haven’t come close since. Includin’ you!”
I pulled that body off the desk, stood her up, and pushed her over. The look in her eyes was more than I could stand—pity and fear. I held her shoulders and slammed in as hard as I could and pulled her back. That’s when she started in.
Why the fuck couldn’t she keep her mouth shut?
“You sad, sick bastard! Can you say Luke?”
Then why the fuck are you so wet?
I got up in her ear and growled. “I’m nothin’ like him. I’m worse because I don’t care.”
Her mouth started in again and I was blind after that. “You’re worse because you do care!”
That was it!
NOBODY DOES IT BETTER
My pussy was beyond sore. Rocco was nothin’ in comparison to what FOCUS was doin’ to me. It wasn’t just the mental part, although that’d been beyond hard to take. I kept teeterin’ on the edge of coming, not carin’ if he ripped me, and wantin’ to run and hide. He was breakin’ my heart. Not because he was pretendin’ so hard to deny how he felt, but because of why he wouldn’t allow himself to admit it. Both were sad, but the absolute worst was lookin’ into his eyes. Behind the rage was a sadness I never woulda even thought to look for.
“Why don’t ya just go and punish me for fuckin’ Rocco and enjoyin’ it then! That’s what’s pissin’ ya off, ain’t it?” I saw the look—it was back to the rage. White hot rage was easier to take than his pain. “You’re hurtin’ so fuckin’ bad . . . think of how he felt when he was deep, poundin’, and feelin’ so good inside me.”
That did it.
I wanted him to just fuck it all out of himself and wipe the slate clean. It couldn’t be like this every single time I did a scene. We’d get nothin’ done and Royal Bastards Video would be over before it even got off the ground. I stood there, takin’ every brutal thrust and lettin’ him wreck me in ways only he’d be able to. I won’t try to deny it, it was unbelievably hot, and I didn’t want him to stop. Not starin’ him in the eyes gave me what I needed to let loose, otherwise it was too emotionally painful.
“You need to be punished for bein’ such a whore . . . the neighborhood bicycle that everyone’s taken a ride on! Don’t you?” He did a few hard, deep thrusts that made me jump across the desk with a scream. “Don’t you? You’ve been my whore since the first night . . . my property . . . and you always will be!”
That’s practically like a marriage vow! You can’t even hear yourself or don’t wanna listen.
“FOCUS, you’re like the fuckin’ lottery for me! I’ve kept playin’ you all this time . . . thinkin’ I’d win, but you’re just a dream in a leather vest. Part of me has known it, but kept playin’ anyway. I love you but I give up! I want out.”
Let’s see if that pushed a button.
“You want out?” His voice was loud and boomed in the small space. “You want out? There is no out!”
He ra
mmed up hard and grabbed hold of the desk. When he leaned over my body, the leverage he got made him nearly lethal. I’ll be damned if he doesn’t know it.
“How many times have you tried to run away? Look where you are and who’s dick is breakin’ you?”
The idea of not bein’ able to leave twisted my head up—he is horrific and insane perfection. While he pinned me to the desk, his big tattooed arms enclosed my head and his hands covered mine on the edge of the hard surface. I couldn’t go anywhere even if I tried. I wouldn’t try. I love him.
“I know you’re gettin’ off on all this madness . . . let’s see what happens when I push you past what you want. You say you love me so fuckin’ much. Then let’s see what you say when that pussy is overused and I. Don’t. Stop.” He’d been fuckin’ me mean before, but I was seein’ the ruthless, hateful end of FOCUS PhD. “Wait ‘til you beg me . . . you like beggin’ Daddy. Beg, bitch! See what happens.”
As fucked up as I am for him, I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want to beg. I hadn’t been pushed to the edge of no return. “What about the movie? You made me rotten to the core! What about all them guys I’ll be fuckin’ right in front of you? Imagining it’s your cock fillin’ me and makin’ me come! How you gonna handle all those porn star dicks fuckin’ your property? You’re the one I want, you dumb, thick as a brick bastard!”
The more I taunted him, the angrier he fucked me. I’d come, a lot, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing. Not until he told me, and that might never happen. When he rolled me onto my back again, I was eye to eye with him again. The look on his face was barely human. Veins were poppin’ on the side of his head. He was covered in sweat and red-faced. His beautiful lips were in a scowl instead of that incredible smile I lived to see. Undeniably sexy beast and terrorizin’ monster from Hell all in one beautiful man.
“Ya gonna beg for me and gimme what I want? I’ll just keep takin’ from you. I got all the time in the world and you’re my hostage. I’m more skilled than most to survive that.”
The Marines. Combat. Force Recon.
“I’ve been your hostage since the night at the diner.” I had started to laugh and it seemed to piss him off more. Good! I’d just keep pushin’ buttons until I hit the right one. I could fuck like a damned porn star—he’d said it so many times. Gimme your worst and I’ll give ya my best.
“Say it! You fuckin’ love me and you don’t wanna see all those incredible cocks makin’ me come. You can’t stand the idea of me drenchin’ their balls while they slide in and out of my wet cunt . . . your cunt. It makes you crazy because you love me and, for some reason, the big, bad pimp doesn’t wanna share his ‘ho.” Ooo! That’s the one. Press, push, pound that button. “I mean, I’m not a pimp, so maybe I’m wrong here . . . but isn’t that bad for business? Ya gotta share me with any dick that has enough money and it’s like drinkin’ battery acid to you.”
He was on the verge of somethin’ and it was big. “What’s worse . . . I love all of it! My pussy can’t get enough and it kills you. You love me and it is shreddin’ you!”
Just nice little pillow talk for psychopaths.
“Ya know what . . . I might be your hostage.” My voice had calmed down and I leaned up and whispered. “The worst part . . . is you’re a hostage too. To your pride . . . rage . . . denial. You might as well be in a fuckin’ cage like an animal.”
He slammed a hand over my mouth and started goin’ to town. As quiet as I’d been, he’d just cranked up the volume with each thrust. FOCUS pulled his dick outta my pussy and shoved it hard into my ass. He knew it wasn’t my favorite and he was usin’ it against me.
“You’ll be the one in the cage if you don’t shut the fuck up!”
It was all I could do not to beg beneath his hand. He was hurtin’ me, but I wouldn’t tell him until he said the words. Fuck! He can read it in my eyes. There was no question I was in pain and doin’ it just for him. Exactly what he wanted and it was like a fire had been lit under his ass.
“What do you wanna know, Nixx? Huh?” He looked like a maniac, leaned over me, and grabbed the desk again. “Do you wanna know that I fuckin’ love you? Will that make you happy? That I can’t stand knowin’ that you wanna be ridin’ every cock you can get your hands on? How about that when I turned you out, you turned me inside out? Who turned who? It is not supposed to be like this! I’m not supposed to fall for your innocent nympho bullshit or the way you manage to love me even when I’m a prick!”
With every question he asked, there was a painful thrust into my body. He was crumblin’ right on top of me and that made it all okay. Every single thing that’d happened since that night. If he got it all out, everything was okay.
“Yes! I fuckin’ love you! I’ve loved you for a long time and I am jealous as all hell to see you with all them other guys! I am a possessive bastard and I love the fuck out of you!”
It wasn’t hearts and flowers, but he finally took his head out of his ass and admitted what everyone but him knew. He loves me.
As soon as he said it, he pulled out and came on the floor next to the desk. Way to christen the new place.
He lay on top of me and we didn’t say anything for a few minutes that felt like a hundred years. Then he whispered, “Yeah . . . that really did just happen.”
I can’t believe you finally said it. Please don’t take it back.
“I love you, Nixx.” It was barely a whisper. He didn’t look at me, but his breathing was ticklin’ my ear and I felt his heart beatin’ against my body.
“Are you sayin’ that to me or yourself? FYI, I already knew it.”
You just need to hear it out loud.
“I guess I’m sayin’ it for both of us. I don’t know who needed it more, you or me.” His head was on my shoulder and he pushed back to finally look me in the eyes. “I guess that’s what Crucifix meant when he said he actually did have my back. I get it now. Don’t go makin’ it a thing.”
He was headed downstairs to get our smokes and a semi-cold bottle of water. I rolled over on my side to watch him leave. “Thanks! Oh, and hey, I’m curious, ya know, considerin’ you are a royally jealous and possessive bastard. What does that mean for Rotten to the Core? I mean, is it still a go or what?”
He came back over, kissed the top of my head, and gave me one of those smiles. “As a matter of fact, I gave that a lot of thought while I was out ridin’ today. I didn’t know the whole hostage situation would go down, but since it went this direction . . . looks like I’ll be your co-star now. Other than maybe Crucifix . . . and that’s a big maybe . . . I don’t wanna see you with any other motherfuckers ‘cept this big, country-fried motherfucker right here.”
I watched his tight ass clear the doorway, his steps were faster than before—he practically ran to the kitchen. I just stayed on my side, curled in a ball waitin’ for him to come back. What a crazy, fucked up, great day it’d turned out to be. Nothin’ like what I’d expected for sure. When he got back, I sat up and just check out his naked body. I knew what it looked like—big everything, tattoos coverin’ his arms and chest, a few more on his legs, and an entire back piece. Even though I’d seen it a zillion times, I’d never looked at it or him the same way as I did in that moment.
“When did you figure out you were gonna kidnap me from the set?” I never expected any of that shit to play out the way it did. “Hot as fuck, but a ballsy move if ya ask me.”
He walked over to his cut and got a cigar out of the inside pocket. “I guess . . . I dunno . . . I didn’t really decide. When I saw you so lost in that fucker’s eyes . . . You didn’t even see me . . . didn’t tease me, ya know . . . do it for me like you always do. That shit made me fuckin’ snap. I didn’t plan it if that’s what you’re askin’. There was no grand scheme to do what I did. It just happened.”
Like a reflex. Crazy love.
“That’s what made you snap? I thought you got off watchin’ me . . . naw, Rocco Powers ain’t all there is to it. Every fuckin’
time you’ve denied it ‘til the damn cows came home . . . denied lovin’ me or carin’ at all. Just how long have you known you love me?”
This shit’s been brewin’. Maybe you don’t even know.
“I dunno, probably about ten minutes . . . when my dick was balls deep in your ass. I told ya not to make it a thing. Stop askin’ so many questions.” He scratched his head, sat down, and pulled my legs around him. “I’ll give ya this much . . . I’ve been fightin’ this shit tooth and nail for awhile. At least since Atlantic City. Don’t go pushin’ your luck now.”
“Fine. Fine. You’re still a major pain in my ass and I won’t make it a thing.” I stood up and started doin’ a little dance. “FOCUS loves Nixx, FOCUS loves Nixx.” The look he shot me was evil, but sweet. It took ya long enough to say it! My aunt was right, that biker guy did hurt me on the way to where we were. He’s sexy, stubborn, arrogant, a complete and total dick, and he’s my addiction. He’s the biker I love, but he loves me too!
JANUARY-LAS VEGAS
Royal Bastards Video, the company, and me and Nixx had made quite an impression on the industry in a short time. From when we shot Rotten to the Core in July until the awards in January, we were all over the place. If there was a party, we hit it and started to build our stable of Rotten Apple girls. Nixx was, and always will be, the shiniest apple of all. Whoever the hell judges those stupid awards things musta thought so too. Nixx got Best New Starlet of the Year and we got Best Onscreen Couple for Rotten to the Core. Royal Bastards Video was even Company of the Year. Way to come out swingin’!
I don’t tell her enough, but considerin’ it literally took kidnappin’ and holdin’ that girl hostage to get me to come to my senses, I love that gorgeous, gawky, nympho of mine. She even learned how to make biscuits and gravy for me. That’s a keeper! Maybe one day I’ll be able to share her, but that’d be a long way off. I think I’ve done enough of that for a lifetime. Until that day comes, I’m gonna keep her to myself. I got that shit more than covered!