Chain - Heartlands Motorcycle Club

I feel the shocks pulse through me, the wetness that flows from me, but Chain licks and sucks at me like a parched animal, taking in everything I’m giving in his own animal groans and growls.

His tongue drags up and down, his mouth eager as he swirls around my clit, making me gasp and tug at the restraints. His tongue is lower again, pushing in and out of me as I raise my hips and try to take more of what he’s offering.

To my horror, instead of giving more, I feel his laughter from down low. His tongue stops, and instead he releases my clit and brings his head up from between my legs, dragging a hand down his soaking beard on a satisfied grunt.

“Please.” I manage again, because it seems to be the only word I still know besides his name. “Chain.”

“Mmm.” He moans, pushing up and off the bed, leaving me laying in a puddle I’ve created on the soft bedding under my still throbbing ass. “Please. Chain.” He licks his lips on a sneer. “I think I’d like to hear that about a million more times. Seems you’re going to have to stick around, princess. I usually get what I want.”

The way he’s looking at me, even in my disheveled state, I feel pretty. Beautiful. Sexy. Things that have eluded me for the most part now come crashing down on me in torrents from his eyes.

I’ve never felt special in that physical sort of way. I’ve battled the same twenty or thirty extra pounds since adolescence. Always thought my nose was too big, it’s got a bump in it. My eyes are uneven. Brown. Average.

But right now? I am Victoria’s Secret tied to a biker’s bed, and I’m pushing away all the self-doubt and riding this crazy train wherever it’s taking me.

Chain strips his jeans, followed by a pair of plain black briefs, as I watch intently. When his cock is finally free, I can’t help the choking sound that catches in my throat.

I open my mouth and the only thing I can think to say is, “Is that thing part of my punishment?”

“You better believe it, baby. Pain and pleasure, all wrapped up in this vanilla gorilla.”

Chapter Nine

Chain

Motherfucker.

I knew I wanted her.

I knew I was going to toy with her.

Deep down, I knew that would never be enough.

Standing here, looking at her juicy, ripe pussy…her scent and taste all over me. This is more than a toy.

More than fun.

This is forever. I’ve never felt that before, but it’s rooted so far down inside me, no matter what she thinks or how far she tries to run, I’ll track her ass down and drag her back here until she understands.

This is home.

I’m her home.

She’s mine and even if I have to keep her in that fucking dungeon until she comes to terms with that fact, she will come to terms.

No one will touch her again. I’m an asshole.

A dirty fighting son of a bitch when necessary. Nothing scares me.

Until now. If anyone touches her, harms her, they’ll pay.

Her bare cunt is winking at me. Begging me to be inside. And that is what I intend to do.

“You know what’s next?”

I see her dark eyes flicker and her nipples tighten as she licks her lips and nods up and down.

“I’m going to fuck you, princess. Hard. Raw. Nothing between us. No protection. You know why?”

There’s fear, but her eyes widen, and she looks like that thought has her ready to cum as she shakes her head.

“I’m taking. You said you take from the takers. Well, you took from us, now I’m going to take from you. You ever had a man inside you without protection before?”

“No.” Her voice shakes along with the muscles of her inner thighs.

“Then that’s what I’m taking.”

I mount myself on my knees at the end of the bed, reach up and grab her bare sex in my hand, holding it there as she gasps and pushes her hips into me.

“Tell me you want it.” I manage, reaching down with my other hand, trying to soothe the ache she’s given me for fucking days. As much as I know there will finally be some relief, I also know it will be temporary. Because no pussy has ever owned my balls the way hers does and I’m not even inside her yet.

Her eyes are locked on my dick, and she nods, but it’s not enough.

“You were so good with my name and the pleases a minute ago. If you want this,” I stroke my cock a few times, drops of pre-cum slipping from the tip, and my balls are as tight as a fucking snare drum. “Use your words, good girl. Or no cock for you.”

“Please.” She moans, pulling at her tied hands. “Chain, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me please, Chain.” She puts it all together and I nearly cum in my fucking hand just hearing her say the words.