Sold to the MC Men

Leah had confirmed it, and he couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck this woman was getting out of it. Why was she still with her mother, a woman who had no problems selling her?

He clicked into his computer, bringing up the main camera in the basement.

She still hadn’t moved, but he watched as she lifted her hand to her eye. She was crying.

He had a sudden, overwhelming urge to go to her, to hold her in his arms and tell her it would all be okay.

Nothing was ever going to be okay in her world.

Leaning back in his chair, he wondered what she’d feel like beneath him, taking that tight, virgin cunt and making her his. If her took her, accepted her, fucked her, his men would want their turn.

She didn’t belong to him alone. She was part of the club.

Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear the fog from his brain. The headache was still there, and he needed to think clearly. He didn’t know how long they could keep Leah or if they should just send her back home.

If he did, her mother would sell her again. When did his life get so fucking complicated?

****

Junior carried the tray of food down to their little guest. Out of all the people they’d had in the basement, Leah was certainly his favorite. She was the first woman they’d ever kept as a prisoner.

And she was one of the prettiest women he’d seen in a long while. He was used to women who sold their bodies on regular occasions. Leah, she hadn’t been broken in yet by any man, and now she’d been sold to all five of them.

He didn’t know if he should be sorry for her or not. This was the first time Edge had taken a woman for them all.

They had all shared a woman in the past, but he’d never taken one as payment. This was new.

He switched on the light and turned toward the prisoner. She was still sitting on the mattress, her legs curled up. She hadn’t moved an inch since they brought her home.

“Hello there,” he said.

He didn’t like to see her afraid.

Junior knew he wasn’t a good man, or even a nice man, but he wouldn’t hurt this woman. He wanted to fuck her, not kill her.

It was amazing how quickly he felt a need to protect this woman. He was never inspired this way, and to have this within a matter of seconds with her startled him.

He loved all kinds of women, but only if their mouths or pussies were full of cock. Otherwise, he found their voices rather irritating.

Her gaze looked startled.

“I can’t believe we didn’t leave the light on. That’s our fucked-up bad. I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you here?” she asked. “Are you going to kill me?”

There was a sob to her voice, and it broke his heart to hear. “Never. No. We’re not going to kill you.”

“But my mom—”

“She sold you to us. You’re, like, a whore for us five.” He saw her flinch at the word.

She began to cry. “She wants me to steal from you. I just want to go home.”

Junior entered her cell and put the food down on the bed. The chain around her ankle wouldn’t allow her to go anywhere.

He’d never liked to have his women cuffed, as he liked to have their hands available to him. Having cuffs on a woman just didn’t work for him, and there was no possible way to chain a woman nicely in a dungeon. In his bedroom, she’d get all kinds of special attention. Just seeing the softness of her skin, he wanted to stroke and play with her for days. He kept his hands to himself.

“Your mother wanted you to steal from us?”

“Yes, she said if I really am her daughter, I’d be back within a week with more dope and you guys panting after me.”

“Really her daughter?” Junior knew he didn’t excel in school, but now he was getting really fucking confused.

Leah sniffled. “I’ve been in the foster care system since I was five. My mom tried to sell me to a cop, and he arrested her, and I was thrown into the system. I got out two years ago, and I was curious. I’ve been trying to find my mother. I didn’t remember much about her. I found her about an hour before you arrived. I guess I should have known that it was a danger finding her.”

Shit. Shit. Double shit.

“Erm, you’ve got food there.” Junior left the cell. “I’ll leave the light on.”

He needed to go and see Edge.

It wasn’t hard to find him, leaning over some paperwork in his office.

“She was a foster kid.”

Trick was already in the room, and Dig joined them. The only one missing was Tank, but it looked like he was doing some meditation bullshit outside. Junior was all for that fucker doing anything that made him feel. For a long time now, he was convinced Tank had no feelings at all. Nothing bothered the other man.