Shade's Fall (The Last Riders 4)

“Touch that jacket, and you won’t sit for a week,” Shade’s coldly furious voice had everyone tensing.

“Never mind, Rider. I’m sure a few minutes out in the cold won’t bother me.” Lily turned on her foot, going out the kitchen door

She was halfway back to their house when she was jerked to a stop. “What the fuck?” Shade’s angry face stared down at her.

“Don’t you dare ask me why I’m mad.” She wrenched her arm away from him and rushed toward the house. She opened the door and turned to close it, but Shade prevented her by coming in behind her, shutting it himself.

Lily ignored him as she turned on the lights.

“So what is this? The silent treatment?” Shade mocked with his arms crossed over his chest.

Lily threw him an angry look, turning to face him. “There is nothing to say, Shade.” Staring back at him, she buried her hands in the side of her dress. Even angry and hurt as she was, he attracted her like a moth to a flame, and just like a moth, she had given him the power to destroy her.

He was wearing dark jeans and boots with a black muscle shirt that showed his body to his best advantage. How could she blame Bliss or the other women for wanting him when the only thing she could think of was touching him?

Lily sighed going to the steps. “I fell in love with The Last Rider that’s the wildest? I knew you were bad, but I had no concept of just how bad, did I?”

“No.” Shade didn’t try to evade her question.

“Go have your dinner.” She climbed the steps to their bedroom, aware he was following her.

Her mind went back to after her wedding ceremony and the women’s faces when she had questioned them. She should never have lost her temper. Now she was regretting letting it rattle her that she had seen Raci in his jacket. Lily didn’t want to be jealous of other women; it would affect her marriage. She had to trust Shade or their marriage was never going to work.

In the bedroom, she gathered her pajamas and went into the shower, taking a long time, hoping Shade would go back to the clubhouse and finish his dinner. It would give her time to soothe her hurt feelings without wanting to throw something at him. Lily even thought of calling Sex Piston for advice.

When she finally came out of the bathroom, Shade was leaning against his cabinet with his shirt and boots removed.

Lily came to an abrupt stop, looking at the determined expression on his face. Shade took out a slip of paper she recognized. It was her IOU.

“I’m going to give you a choice. Either you can apologize or I can cash in my hour of time. Your choice, Angel.”

Which was really no choice at all.

Stubbornly, she mimicked him, crossing her arms over her chest. “The IOU.” Lily trembled when he gave her a lethal smile. “I’m not the one who should apologize.”

“Take off your nightgown.”

Lily jerked off her gown, throwing it at his smug face, her eyes throwing violent sparks.

Shade went to his cabinet, opening the side where he kept his toys, she was sure. He pulled out a paddle then sat it back down. Next, he took out a flogger. Lily swallowed hard when he sat that back down. He paused several seconds before he opened a sliding compartment to the side, taking out what she had only seen in old westerns that looked like a whip.

Lily lost her confidence.

Scanning her new bedroom, she picked the closest corner and ran to it, shivering when Shade laughed.

He sat the whip down on the chair next to the cabinet then went back to his cabinet and pulled out leather cuffs.

“Get on the bed, Lily.”

“I’m sorry. I overreacted.” Lily’s temper had fled when he had pulled out the flogger.

“You’re not sorry yet, but you will be.” He pointed to the bed. “Bed. Now.”

Lily tried one more time to escape her punishment. “Blueberries.”

“What did I tell you about using your safe word to get out of a punishment?” If it was possible, his frown became even more ferocious. Her mouth snapped open. “If you’re about to tell me you hate me, I would seriously think about it.” Her mouth closed.

Lily wanted to cry, but channeled her inner Sex Piston and stubbornly lifted her chin. Leaving the relative safety of the corner, she went to the bed and lay down.

“On your stomach.” Lily paused then rolled onto her stomach.

As soon as she was on her stomach, she heard him move. He took her wrist and placed the leather cuff around her wrist then moved it to the headboard and slipped the ring into the hook on the bottom, snapping it closed. He moved to her other side and did the same. He then moved to the foot of the bed and buckled another cuff around her ankle before doing the same to the other. She was now bound and spread-eagled on the bed.

His hand brushed her calf as he picked up the whip.

“I can understand you being angry about Raci wearing my jacket. I wouldn’t have said a thing if you had tore me a new asshole. What I didn’t think was cool was you trying to get Rider killed. If you had touched anything of his, he would have been in the morgue tonight, brother or not.

“I don’t think that you have quite grasped the fact that you are mine, Lily. Mine.”

She heard the swish of the whip and gave a startled scream, waiting for the burning pain. She lay there, paralyzed with fear, not knowing what to do. When the tip of the whip touched the hair on the back of her shoulder, it actually felt like he had brushed it away with his hand. She felt only the faintest touch against her skin.

Thinking he had missed, she heard the sound of the whip again, this time feeling it against her other shoulder, the barest touch as if he had touched her with a gentle finger. She lay tense as another series of flicks had her feeling as if he was caressing her with fluttering touches. Her fear lessened and she relaxed against the mattress, a tear of relief she couldn’t hold back slipping from the corner of her eye.

The whip started striking her faster, moving from her shoulders to different areas of her back. This time Lily felt the strikes going from caresses to tingling, waking her nerve endings until she felt a light buzz across her skin, almost like when she felt static electricity. She felt the tiny flicks as he moved to her lower back then her buttocks, down her legs to her ankles. Her whole body was tingling.

Shade moved between her thighs, his fingers sliding into the moisture she had felt beginning when the whip had been striking her buttocks. Two fingers plunged into her passage.

“Are you doing okay, Lily?”

“Yes,” She mumbled.

Shade’s fingers slid out of her, giving only a faint brush against her clit. He went to the nightstand and Lily heard the music as he switched it on. He walked back to the foot of the bed where she couldn’t see him again.

“I didn’t give Raci my jacket. She was joking around and picked it up and put it on. I told her to take it off several times. I controlled my temper and didn’t jerk it off her the way I wanted because I knew she had smoked some pot and thought she was being cute. I told her that she earned a month’s punishment. She wasn’t allowed to smoke anymore pot since she obviously doesn’t know how to handle it. Then I told her that if she touched my fucking jacket again, she would lose her membership to The Last Riders. She got my message. You, on the other hand, are still learning. That’s okay, though, because I’m patient and I plan on teaching you to behave just the way I want.”

As he talked, the whip began striking at her buttocks, the tingling now escalating to a slight stinging sensation that had first startled her, but now had small moans escaping her lips. The speed they were hitting her was so fast, she would feel the small sting then another would start before the

other could fade away.

He stopped again and she felt his fingers slipping inside of her again, plunging deep before sliding away. His thumb caressing her clit with firm swipes before stopping suddenly.

“Shade…”

This time, when the whip struck, it felt thicker, making a loud thud sound, but it didn’t hurt. It felt like when she had been given a deep tissue massage.

The whip moved back and forth across her shoulders. Lily moaned louder, her hips wiggling on the mattress. The whip stopped.

“Quit moving or I’ll stop,” Shade ordered.

Lily froze on the mattress, not wanting it to end. The whip resumed. She did not understand how the loud thud against her flesh wasn’t hurting.

Lily’s body became boneless under the massaging rhythm of the whip as it began to feel harder against her bottom, moving back and forth across her buttocks as if he was now lightly spanking her. Lily felt the moisture between her thighs increase, becoming embarrassed that in her spread eagle position she was unable to hide her response to his strikes. The pressure in her began to build.

She tried to wiggle in her restraints again, and the whip immediately stopped. The now familiar feel of Shade stroking her pussy almost made her come.

“Do not come,” Shade ordered, pressing down on her clit.

A broken whimper slipped past her lips. “Please, Shade.”

“Do Not Move.” Shade’s hand left her and then he returned to tormenting her with his whip. The heavy thuds across her buttocks returned and his spanking continued. She heard him moving this time when the whip hit. It felt like the time he had put her over his lap and spanked her hard. The whip moved across her butt to just under the curve of her butt cheek.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked Rider for his jacket,” Lily cried, wanting to come. The pleasure/pain of his strokes was driving her toward an orgasm and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. Her body was being taken over by a frenzied need.

When she didn’t think she could stay still any longer, she heard the thud of the whip as it hit the floor. Then Shade’s hands were on the cuffs at her feet, unbuckling them from the hooks.