I spotted Emily with the group of organizers. She walked up behind me and wrapped her arms over my shoulders. “Hello there, my king,” she whispered next to my ear.
I swiveled around on the barstool and pulled her in for a hug. I leaned back, settling my hands on her hips. “You don’t need to call me King out here. Only when we play. Got it, darlin’?”
“I got it, Wez,” she replied, scratching my beard. “You look like a lion in a cage, needing to break out. I’m a good listener, if you want to vent.”
I patted the stool next to me. “Hop on up here and have a drink with me.”
Amanda served Emily a martini while I told her the whole fucked-up situation with Lillian and her crazy mother, Denise.
“Denise? Is she that woman who vandalized your truck that night here at the club?”
I clinked my beer mug against her martini glass “Yeppers, that’s the one.”
“Oh, boy, what a mess. But you really like Lillian, don’t you?”
“Not at first. But then I got to know her and she’s all I ever think about. My friend Kat is Lillian’s stepsister. She told me to give Lillian time, give her some space.”
“I’m sure she’ll come around.”
“But I won’t be there when she does.”
Emily shook her head. “Because the worse thing she can say is to fuck off, and that’s what you don’t want to hear. It’s your worst fear.”
I almost spit out my beer but swallowed it down. “My worst fear? The fuck you mean by that, Emily?”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, Wez. Even Alpha Doms like you have insecurities. You’re afraid of rejection. You’re afraid Lillian won’t like who you really are, your true self. That’s why you kissed her and left.”
“We’re complete opposites. We have nothing in common.”
“How do you even know that? Sounds like you two clashed from the moment you met. Plus, add in the fact that you were banging her mother. If she comes around, then ask her out on a date. Be patient. Learn more about her and show her the hell of a good man that you are, Wez.”
I leaned over, kissing Emily on the cheek. “The Dom who captures and makes you his most cherished submissive is going be a very lucky man.”
Emily blushed and her eyes lit up, and it wasn’t from my kiss. “I’ve actually met someone. He’s been in the lifestyle for twenty years. His name is Jack and he’s into bondage, lots of impact play, and other things that I like. He’s coming to the club this weekend for Dungeon Demo night. Would you come by and meet him?”
I wrapped my arm around Emily. “I may be losing a play partner, but I’m also your protector and friend. I’ll be here Saturday to meet Jack.”
***
The next night, I did a double take when Lillian walked into my shop. No. She weaved and staggered her way down the hall toward Seth and me. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she wore a pink tank top and jeans. She revealed way too much cleavage when she leaned down and placed her elbows on the desk.
She smiled and waved. “Hi, guys!”
I looked down at Seth who sat in front of the computer but stared and drooled at Lillian’s cleavage. “Do you need a bib, prospect?”
“Huh? Oh,” he replied, moving his eyes back to the computer.
I walked over to Lillian and could tell right away she’d been drinking.
I arched a brow. “You better not tell me you drove here.”
She huffed, waving her hand. “No, silly. I had an Uber driver drop me off.” She swayed then walked around the desk before she stumbled into me. I caught her by the arms and noticed she was wearing flip-flops. She was so much shorter without the high heels. “I want a tattoo and I want you to put it on me. But put it somewhere where it won’t hurt too much.” She slapped her ass. “How about right here?”
My hands were at her waist. Fuck, she smelled so good. “No tattoos tonight. Not while you’re trashed.”
She scrunched her brows. “I’m not trashed! I’m just a little tipsy, that’s all.” She flung her arms around my neck. “Why did you kiss me like that and then just leave? Is Wez your real name? It can’t be...” She started giggling. “You should’ve seen the look on my bitch mother’s face when I shoved her into the pool!”
What the fuck was she talking about?
I rode my bike to the shop that day and there was no way Lillian could ride in her fucked-up state. But Seth had driven his truck, an old Ford Ranger he bought for real cheap from his neighbor.
I pulled my bike keys out of my jean pocket and traded them for Seth’s truck keys. “I’m taking Lillian home. Just wear my lid. It’s hanging on the bars. Be good to my bike, bro.”
I took Lillian by the hand and led her out of the shop. She staggered behind, trying to keep up with my pace, so I slowed down a little as we walked out to the parking lot. I unlocked and opened the passenger door and she climbed in. I came around, climbing into the driver’s seat, and started the truck.
When I shifted the truck in first gear, Lillian hiccupped then slid across the seat and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
She started kissing my neck, pressing her soft tits against my bicep. “I had a dream about you. It was both scary and naughty at the same time.”
Lillian’s whispering in my ear gave me an instant goddamn raging hard-on. “Hmm. You’ll have to tell me about this dream someday.”
She sat next to me, laying her cheek against my shoulder the whole drive to her place. I parked the truck behind her car in the driveway, then she looked up at me with doe eyes and pouted. “Stay with me tonight, Wez. I don’t want to be alone.”
I curled a strand of Lillian’s blonde hair over her earlobe, then brushed a soft kiss on her lips. “I’m trying my best to be a good guy here, but you’re making it difficult. I want to get downright dirty with you.”
“That’s why I trust you, because you are a good guy and would never do anything to hurt me.”
Gaining her trust in me was the first step, and I wanted to know everything about her. What was her favorite color? What did she like on her pizza? What were her pet peeves? Her hopes, dreams, and fears?
I followed her into the house, sat on her couch, then patted my thigh. “Sit here and tell me what happened between you and your mother.”
She smiled and planted her soft ass on my lap and began to tell me what happened. Then she started to cry. “I love my mother, but she never really cared about me. It was always about her. She was never kind to me or my father. Nothing I did was ever good enough for her. I always felt incompetent. Then as I grew older, I was becoming just like her—cold-hearted, stuck up, seeing everyone else as beneath my standards. Guess what? I had no goddamn standards!”
I wrapped my arms around her. I put my bearded chin on top of her head, soothing her. “You’re a good woman, Lillian. You care about others and have a good heart. You realized you wanted to be better than that. No one can change who you are inside.”
She wiped her tears “You think so?”
“I know so.”
I cupped her soft cheek. “My real name is Devon. Devon Bradley.”
She smiled and then her eyes went wide when she squirmed on my lap and felt my hard rod. I gripped a handful of her hair and pulled. She gasped and I grunted, clamping my teeth down on the nape of her neck. She tasted so good as I ran my tongue up and down her soft skin. She dug her nails into my shoulders and moaned.
There was no way I could stop now. I wanted to fuck this girl right there on the couch. She wasn’t resisting. In fact, it was the complete opposite—she needed more. I let my primal nature take over and took her wrists, twisting them behind her back.
“I should buckle a leather collar around your throat. Make you my pet,” I growled as I restrained her with one hand and started unzipping her jeans with the other.
“What would you make me do if I was your pet?” she asked, her breathing heavy.
“Lots of dirty things.” My hand snaked down into the front of her jeans, sk
imming over her panties. “You’re soaking wet.”
I slid two fingers under her panties and right up in the middle of her slit. I could smell her sex, driving me insane. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded. “You’re going to look at me when you come on my fingers.”
I pushed two fingers into her tight wet hole, easing back out slowly, then back in again. She arched her back and licked her lips. I twirled my fingers around her swollen clit over and over. Slow at first, then faster.
“I bet this nice slick pussy tastes so good,” I grumbled as she stared into my eyes, her chest heaving. My dick was so hard it hurt and pre cum soaked through my jeans.
My fingers dipped back into her pussy, then out again, rubbing her swollen clit. It was music to my ears when she cried out with an orgasm.
I let go of her wrists and she was off my lap, dropping down on her knees between my legs. “I want to pleasure you too, Devon,” she said, reaching for the button and zipper on my jeans.
I slouched on the couch, letting her undo them. I raised my hips as she pulled them down along with my boxers, just enough so my dick sprang up and bounced.
I liked her reaction when she saw my cock. “You’re so big. I don’t know if I can make you feel as good as you did me.”
I lifted her chin. “Yes, you can, little pet. Do what feels natural. Enjoy pleasuring me and I guarantee I’ll shoot my load all over that pretty face of yours.”
I wound my fist into her hair and watched as she stroked me with her soft hands, twisting and jerking. Her tongue darted out, licking the thick head and I groaned. She wrapped her lips around it and went down as much as she could fit into her warm mouth. Her head bobbed as she sucked while her hand stroked the rest of my length.
“Fuck, you do that so good, Lillian,” I grunted “Are you ready for it?”
“Mmhmm,” she hummed, working those lips and tongue.
I gripped her hair tighter, pulling out of her mouth. I pumped my cock twice and exploded. A thick stream of milky cum squirted on her beautiful face.
I left the couch as she sat on the floor and went into her kitchen. I soaked a washcloth with warm water from the sink. I came back to Lillian and she smiled while I wiped my cum off her cheeks and lips.
I lifted her off the floor and picked her up into my arms. She laid her cheek against my chest while I carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.
I set her down on her feet. “Raise your arms, little pet.” I took her top off over her head, unhooked her bra, then pulled her jeans and panties off. My eyes drank in the sight of her delicious body and my dick jumped—so soon after I just shot my load.
I stripped out of my clothes and we climbed into her bed together. I pulled her soft body up against my chest.
She pressed her soft ass against me. “Pet, huh? I like it.”
“Yes.” I squeezed her. “Me too. A lot.”
CHAPTER 10
LILLIAN
I woke up to see Wez’s broad back as he sat on the edge of my bed. I yawned and looked over at the clock on the bedside table. It was 8:00 a.m. He was getting dressed, pulling his T-shirt and reached out for him, running my nails lightly down his back. “Do you have to leave so early?”
He turned, laying over me, nuzzling my neck. “I have a full day, pet. Need to drop off Seth’s truck and get my bike. I have a few appointments at the shop today, then tonight I’m going to the Underground for Dungeon Demo to meet a few friends of mine.”
I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck, remembering how he used his big hands and mouth to pleasure me, bringing me to several mind-blowing orgasms during the night. He left me completely wet and in total bliss while he held me in his strong arms.
He told me to just let go with him. No inhibitions. That there was nothing too kinky or taboo; the important thing is communication. That one day when we felt as close as we could be, he wanted us to both discover what we liked, to play out and experience our most secret fantasies. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. He never once tried to go any further with me, showing how much he respected me which made me want him even more.
“Would you like to meet me there tonight?” he asked, while he planted soft kisses down my neck.
“Yes, I would love to!”
“I’ll get you signed in. You’ll be my special guest.”
“But what should I wear?”
Wez ran his fingers through my hair, playing with the ends. “Surprise me. Wear something slutty that makes you feel sexy.”
It was 9:00 p.m. when I pulled into the parking lot at the Underground and spotted Wez standing beside his truck. He looked dangerous and sexy as hell, dressed all in black, leaning against his truck, with one boot crossed over the other. I parked next to his truck and giggled. I was so nervous to see Wez’s reaction to what I was wearing.
He smiled and I felt my face blush when I climbed out of the car. Then his smile faded and his jaw dropped open.
“Holy fuck me to heaven, you look so good, I wanna eat you up,” he said as his eyes traveled down my body.
I wore a black satin corset that fit snug, my breasts spilling over the top. My tight black skirt was so short, if I bent over you could see my ass. I wasn’t wearing any panties, only black fishnet stockings with black stilettos. He snatched me around the waist, pulling me up against his hard body.
“You like?” I asked.
“No. I fucking love it!”
I gripped his big shoulders as he kissed me, our tongues playing together in a frenzy. He released me and cleared his throat, then turned and opened the door of his truck. He handed me a red box. “I bought this just for you.”
Red was my favorite color.
I opened the lid to see a black leather collar with silver studs. “It’s so sexy!”
“Will you wear this for me tonight, little pet? It’ll symbolize that you belong to me when we walk into the club together.”
I felt a flutter in my stomach. “Yes, Wez. I’d be honored to wear it for you.”
His eyes gleamed when he pulled the collar from the box and wrapped it around my neck. “Is this too tight?” he asked.
“It’s perfect,” I told him as he buckled it closed.
“While we play our roles in the club, I’d like you to call me King, and I’ll call you pet. Is this good with you?”
“Yes, King.”
He grinned then took my hand in his and I followed him into the club. I discovered that Wez was quite popular at the Underground. So many people of different ages greeted him and he introduced me as Lillian, his playdate. There were people standing in line to get in who had to present their photo ID and fill out a consent form. Wez led me right up to the front desk and handed me the form, which basically stated that the Underground would not be held liable for any injuries, and that I give my full consent to be there.
We walked down a dark hall and entered an immense open area. There were various areas portioned off and set up for different demonstrations. One was set up with a huge wooden structure in the shape of a big X. Wez told me it was called a St. Andrews cross. A woman wearing only a bra and panties was facing the cross and her wrists and ankles were strapped in restraints to each end of it.
I was introduced to a middle-aged man Wez called Wolfgang. He was in great shape—built just like Wez, all bulging muscles and tattoos, with the addition of salt and pepper hair. He wore a black kilt and black boots and held a black leather flogger.
He licked his lips, looking just like a grinning wolf as he took my hand. “What a delicious little treat you brought with you tonight, King. The tails of this flogger would love to taste this soft skin of hers.”
Wez chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “That’s all up to the little pet.” He looked down at me. “Would you like to feel what it’s like to be flogged? Wolfgang has thirty years of experience and knows what he’s doing. He’d go gentle.”
My nipples hardened just feeling the heat from Wez�
�s body next to mine. “No, but I would like to watch.”
We both watched as Wolfgang used the flogger on the woman on the cross. He was not gentle, and she cried out as the slapping of the flogger tails lashed at her ass and the back of her thighs.
I gripped Wez’s bicep and winced. “She’s crying. How does she take it?”
“That’s Foxy and she’s a regular here. She’s a true masochist and loves the pain. Gets off on it. By the time she comes off that cross, her pussy will be dripping wet. Foxy plays with Wolfgang lots of times because she trusts him. He’s an expert at inflicting the right amount of pain and pleasure for her.”
Wolfgang used various kinds of floggers on Foxy and by the time he was finished, her upper back and thighs were covered in red welts from the lashings. When he helped her off the cross, I saw the big wet spot on her panties.
Wez showed me other demonstration areas of what he called “impact play”—paddling, caning, spanking, and other activities that I just learned about for the first time. It was like an adult Disney World!
“Have you ever been spanked, little pet?”
“No. Never.”
“I’ve had this fantasy of having you bent over across my lap, shoving your panties down and giving you a good bare ass spanking.”
I looked up at him coyly and said, “But I’m not wearing any panties tonight.”
“That’s sexy as fuck.” His brows furrowed, and he looked angry. But he wasn’t. He nodded his head over to a padded bench. “Would you like to try it tonight, little pet?”
The gleam in his eyes made my stomach flutter and I squeezed my thighs together as I suddenly became wet. “Okay, but can you start off easy?”
“Of course. When you want me to stop, just say the word pink, okay?”
“Yes, King.”
“Good pet.”
Conquered by Chaos (Chaos Kings MC Book 5) Page 4