Two

Fist and Clutch hugged me and then left. Max closed the door and, even though he didn't lock it, I knew we'd be left alone. Emotionally drained and semi-exhausted, I let myself fully absorb what'd happened. If they hadn't…

But they did.

“Thank you.” I whispered my gratitude to no one in particular.

Ray finger combed my hair. My pulse skyrocketed. Max prowled closer. Their presence refocused my thoughts. Like a junkie needing another fix, I waited, silently begging for them to take control and rip away my shitty day. I wanted them fucking me so hard all I remembered and felt was them buried in me.

“I should've left a prospect there.” Ray caressed my cheek. Regret softened his gruff voice. “Won't fuck up again, Harm.”

“Manny fucked up. He didn't listen. It wasn't your fault.” I swallowed and looked between the two men.

Neither much gave a shit what I thought. They'd both taken the blame for what went down, what could've gone down. I shut up. The tightness in my chest eased, as if a small part of me agreed with them. I'd trusted them to keep me safe. I'd been caught off guard. Alone.

I hated the fear seeping from deep inside me. I wasn't a weak-ass bitch. I didn't need a man fighting my battles. That was Mom. Fuck, that was so Mom's gig. Yet here I was letting them take the blame when I should have done more, been better prepared.

“I never want to see our girl running through the fucking streets terrified out of her mind.” Max tugged my hair until my gaze settled on him. “Get my cock hard and wet. I'm gonna fuck you hard.”

“You can have her throat. I'm laying claim to our slave's pussy. I'm hungry.” My thighs clenched. Ray slid the jacket off me. “Stand up, slave.”

The word awakened the dark craving, the constant companion I'd surrendered myself to thanks to them. I rose and watched as he stretched out on the wide sofa.

“We're gonna play a game,” Ray said. “Your goal is to take Max's load before I make you come. If you don't, he spanks your sweet little ass and holds you down while I fuck it.”

“Mmm, he's gonna drill that ass so hard,” Max promised. “If you win, you get a free pass from one punishment down the road. Fair enough?”

I nodded.

I shivered. Heat spread through me as Ray guided me into a straddling position. One knee on each side of his head, I looked down and damn near came then and there. Amusement flickered across his face. Ham smirked as he undid his belt and exposed his dick. I leaned forward as he grasped my head.

Ray attacked. No other word described the sensation. Carnal. Raw. Aggressive. There was no gentle tease, no soft swipe or flick of the tongue or sweet kissing. He locked me into place, growled against my pussy and made it his. I tried pulling away, but he held me in place. Fuck. My body trembled. Pleasure spiraled through me.

I took on the challenge with gusto, taking a cue from Ray and going all in. I licked and pumped Max's cock, sucking the pre-cum with a loud moan.

“That's it, slave. Get it nice and wet. I'm gonna fuck your throat so hard you feel me in your gut.”

Fuck yes.

Drool dribbled down my chin, but I didn't care. This was raw, dirty and so fucking good. I ground down onto Ray's face, whimpering when he held me in place and flicked his tongue against my clit. He had zero mercy. He was a fighter going for the gold or, in this case, my ass. We both knew who'd win, but I didn't give a damn.

Max pumped his thick length in and out of my mouth. I relished the way he held me into place, made me take it how he wanted, needed. He looked down, locking eyes with me. Awareness pulsated within me, a living beast I didn't want to tame.

“Love feeding you my dick, knowing you'll take it however I want.” He grunted and thrust deep, holding it in place. “Next time I fuck this throat, we're going to try out breath play.”

I didn't know what that was, but I was down with whatever they wanted to try. Anything that awakened the sexy grin on his face was worth trying at least once. I moved my hands to play with his balls, but Ray grabbed them as Max growled.

“No hands.” He gritted the words through clenched teeth as he started fucking me in slow, deep strokes. “Any fucking time now, man.”

Ray renewed his carnal attack, this time centered on my clit. I growled my frustration as they worked in tandem to push me deeper than I'd ever been. My thighs burned, my entire body ached.

“Fuck, your mouth is so hot. We should make you suck off the whole chapter.” He chuckled when my body tightened. “You do what we tell you, slave. Owning you, deciding what you enjoy. Fuck, so hot.”

Ray tightened his grip and scraped his teeth across my clit. The new sensation sparked the swelling inferno within me. I ignited.

“Fuck yeah.” Max growled the words as he held my head in place. “Look up at me, slave.”

My entire body spasmed as I rode Ray's face. Moments later, Max tensed. His release burst into my mouth, hot and steady. I worked his cock, taking whatever he gave me hungrily. I licked and cleaned his cock before he pulled away.

“Such a good hole,” he commented.

I wanted to collapse on the sofa, relish the sated bliss they'd created. Ray swatted my ass. “Get down here and clean my face off, girl. You made a mess.”

No one had ever talked so dirty or been that open about the messy parts of sex. I licked myself off Ray's face, emboldened enough by the act to kiss him. He moaned his appreciation as I rose back up.

“Lean over the sofa's arm,” Max ordered. “Time to warm your sweet little ass up.”

“I want her ass hurting a while,” Ray commented.

“Fuck yeah. I've got just the thing.”

I ignored the taunts. I was already on the edge, ready to come again. I didn't need their help. Positioned over the sofa's arm, I sensed Max behind me. He showed me a thick wooden paddle. My ass cheeks clenched.

“What's gonna happen after I get your ass nice and red?” he asked.

“It's going to get fucked,” I replied.

“What else?” Ray asked.

I gulped, knowing what they wanted to hear. Shame kept me silent a moment. A part of me still clung to the initial embarrassment of having them know my darkest fantasies. The fuckers had my journal. They knew what I wanted.

“What else?”

“And filled with cum.”

“Why?” Max asked.

“Because I'm your cum dump.”

“Good, slave. Settle down and relax. I'm gonna light your little ass on fire.”

And he did. The bastard hit harder than anyone. Every strike hit somewhere new until my entire ass burned. He rubbed my skin after every strike. Tears drifted down my eyes by the time he finished number six. Arousal pooled between my legs. His fingers delved there, teasing my body into an awareness I craved.

“You like getting spanked,” Ray commented.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Four more for now.”

Fire spread through me as Max complied. Each strike felt harder than the last. By the time I took the final blow, my entire body was a live wire. Ray rose from the sofa and undid his pants. His thick, hard cock jutted out, so near my face I felt the heat against my cheek. Max lubed my puckered hole.

“I've been looking forward to pounding your ass all day, Harm.” Ray settled behind me. He rubbed my sore ass cheeks. “In your journal you begged me not to.”

He pressed the tip against my hole and pushed. I gasped as I took a small bit of him inside me.

“Beg me to fuck your ass, slave.”

“Please. I need it. Please.”

I melted. All thoughts ceased. Ray filled me, pausing once when I gasped. No matter how many times it happened, I doubted I'd ever tire of the sensation, the emotion I'd somehow connected to this specific act. Having someone take me like this seemed so much more…

Flesh struck flesh as he fucked me. Slow. Deep. Then hard and fast. The rhythm alternated enough to keep me unbalanced, on edge. His rough voice drifted within me though I was too far gone to care what he said.

Max kissed me. His tongue delved, dueling with mine until I ceded control. He whispered inaudible words. The sweet somehow offset the hard pounding Ray gave me. The two worked me so easily.

Deft fingers teased my clit, dragging me deeper and deeper into the waves of pleasure threatening to drown me. By the time I returned to some semblance of awareness, I was in Max's arms and Ray was in a small bathroom off to the side. He returned, warm cloth in hand, and crouched in front of me.

I didn't say anything as he cleaned me. The silence wasn't awkward, though. I'd escaped reality for a while. Propped against Max, I closed my eyes and drifted.

All good things came to an end. I woke a few minutes later and found myself pried from Max and Ray. They had “shit to do.” I didn't know what that translated to, but I suspected it meant prison time if they were caught.

The women had multiplied, like cockroaches when you turned off the lights. A sea of short-skirted, big-boobed women greeted me when I stepped out. It was like looking in a mirror, except for maybe the tits. Mine weren't that big. A few of them smiled. More of them glared, probably because I'd been in the room with Ray and Max a while, long enough for those whores in waiting to know why both men left with smiles.

Take that you fucking bitches.

Yeah, I'm a judgmental bitch. Get over it.

Sooner or later, I'd have to stare the green-eyed jealous monster in me down and come to terms with the fact she needed to get her shit sorted. They owned me. I didn't own them.

As I waged war with my recently discovered jealous streak, I made my way over to Fist. He'd vacated the room when told, but I'd seen the regret. He was worried, and I wanted to make sure he was okay. He was older, more haggard than Ray and Max. Scars darkened his appearance. One look and you knew he meant business and would fuck your shit up in a heartbeat.

My pulse quickened when I approached. A couple of anorexic sluts hung around, thrusting their tits in his face. I smiled when his gaze settled on me and he shoved them away. A couple strangers sat with him, but I ignored everyone. Straddling his big lap, I wrapped my arms around his neck and burrowed in for a big hug.

“Fuck.” The muttered statement earned him a harder squeeze. I settled my knees deeper into the sofa and savored his big hands running along my body.

I hadn't forgotten our brief scene, the way those thick, long fingers felt pushing into my pussy. A moan escaped me as I thought about him doing that now, here. Now that Max and Ray were gone and I was tucked away in the safe confines of the compound, my mind wandered to baser needs. This wasn't about the Mexican Mafia or my mom.

This was a carnal hunger for what Fist promised. What I hadn't experienced yet. I'd sacrificed enough because of Mom. I wouldn't cower because some shrunken troll with penis envy threatened me.

“Max and Ray sent you?” he asked.

“No.”

He squeezed me tighter.

“You scared ten years off me, girlie.” His big hand squeezed my outer thigh. “You're gonna make it up to me.”

“Yes, Master.” I said it openly, without pause. Shock settled in his wary gaze as it roamed the area. I didn't care. “Whatever you want.”

“They fuck your pussy?”

“No.”

“Good, then it's mine.” I must've tensed because he laughed. “I'm gonna enjoy this. Come on.”

He dragged me through the crowded room and down a narrow hallway until we hit a set of stairs I'd never seen before.

“Wait here,” he ordered. He returned a few moments later with Squirrel in tow. “Guard the steps. No one comes down.”

My heartbeat thundered in my ears as Fist took me downstairs. A lone light bulb flicked on and shock kept me frozen in place. It was a…dungeon.

Not one of the clean, sexy ones like in the movies. No. A real fucking dungeon. Cages. Chains. Whips and paddles and restraints and equipment of all sorts.

Everything was clean, well-used.

“Last chance to run, slave.” He grasped my upper arm and waited a moment. I shook my head, needing whatever awaited me.

“This is a Penetrator Dungeon, run by our rules. Did you read them?”

I had. Three times. They operated with a unique set of rules, but I had a safe word. They'd push my limits, but that's what I wanted. No, I fucking craved it.

“Fine. No speaking unless you're screaming or begging for more,” he ordered. “What is your safe word?”

“Red,” I whispered.

“Good, use it if you need to. Use yellow if you want to slow down.”

Fist dragged me to the center of the room and secured my wrists in thick leather restraints above my head. Chains rattled with my movements. He repeated the process with each ankle, keeping me high enough to where only my toes and the balls of my feet touched the ground. The restraints there kept my legs far, far apart. Almost painfully so. Curiosity rose in me since I was still dressed.

He braided my hair. The time and effort he expended doing so surprised me, focused me into the keen attention he paid to every detail.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. He secured a huge ball gag into place. “Gonna love hearing you scream as you drool on this.”

Fist ripped my shirt open. The material tore, striking shock through me. He retracted a knife and cut away the remnants, along with my bra. Cool air brushed across my skin. I had a password, but I was restrained.

Gagged.

Adrenaline rushed through me. No one watched. It was me and Fist. I was totally defenseless. He hacked my skirt off and grunted at the bikini panties I'd put on. So much for the extra clothes Max had stored away for me.

“No panties, slave. Ever. Understood?”

I nodded as he ripped them clean off me. I trembled as he walked around me, inspecting.

“We'll start off slow this time around. Eventually you'll spend hours down here, in my chains. Under my command. This is my domain. No one will protect you down here, not even Pres or Max. Down here, I am your God. Understood?”

I nodded. Anticipation beaded along my skin, fine goosebumps I couldn't control.

“Nice work.” Fist ran a hand across my ass. “We'll get some lotion on that after I'm done.”

Fist massaged my arms, my neck. Strong hands worked the tension from my back. By the time he moved to the front, my skin tingled and my breathing was labored. He palmed my breasts, testing their weight. My nipples hardened beneath his fingertips. Pain fanned outward when he pinched them.

“I've wanted to play with these a long time,” he commented. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. A pinching sensation spread through my left nipple. I yelped against my gag, but he smirked and repeated the process on my right one.

I tugged on the chains. He swatted my tit. I growled and angled backward.

“Behave or I'll put one on your clit,” he threatened. I froze. He ran two fingers along the seam of my pussy. “Ah, you must have a real sensitive clit.”

Two fingers plunged into me.

“Fuck, you're soaked.” I closed my eyes. Heat crept up my cheeks. “I bet you'd melt beneath my flogger.”

His thumb found my clit. He rubbed gently as he fingered my pussy again. I was still sensitive, aroused from Ray's earlier attention. A shudder rippled through me, from my neck clear to my toes as Fist settled in and got to work pleasuring me. His thick fingers strummed me like a guitar.

I was swept away in the act and lost track of time. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered when I was here, chained up and surrendering my body to Fist. I needed the escape, the freedom from thought or guilt or fear or whatever other fucked up emotional bullshit awaited me.

He tugged a nipple clamp with his free hand. The shot of pain arrowed pleasure southward to where he fingered me deeper, harder. So full. God, I'd never felt so full before. My muscles clenched. The sensations were too intense, too much. I pulled away, but he held me in place easily, forced me to take what he wanted.

Drool seeped from my mouth as I bit the ball gag. The intensity of Fist's gaze shouldn't have surprised me. But it did. A long, loud moan escaped me as he slid deep inside. I clenched reflexively, too turned on to do anything but feel.

Fist yanked one of the clamps off. I yelped, so startled by the burst of pain and sensation my entire body seized. Warmth settled over my abused nipple. He laved the achy nub with his tongue, then sucked. Hard. So hard I swear I felt it clear to my toes.

The orgasm struck fast. My entire body seized.

“Such a good slave, girlie. Come hard. I've got you.” Fist fucked me faster. The furious tempo left me breathless as I screamed against the gag. Standing was impossible.

Fist undid the restraints and hauled my boneless body to a metal table. The cold stung, but I didn't care. He pinned me against the surface with a hand to my chest as the other one undid his pants. Labored breaths filled the air between us. He looked down at me through half-hooded eyes as he entered me with one powerful thrust.

He grasped my waist and fucked. God, he fucked good. Raw. Carnal. My fingernails dug into his forearms. I grunted. Sex permeated my senses. Flesh striking flesh filled my ears. Arousal filled my nostrils. Pleasure danced along my skin in pinpricks.

He grunted, then cried out loud, like a warrior claiming his prize. He pumped his hips slow, keeping his dick deep inside as he filled me. I squeezed him closer with my legs, which I hadn't realized were coiled around him like a vise. Denim scraped my skin.

The fact he hadn't bothered pulling his pants down turned me on even more. I didn't know why. It added to the raunchiness of the location, the primal way he'd taken what he wanted. He reached down and yanked the last clamp off me. I screamed against my gag.

“Look up at me, slave.” The command drew my gaze as he pulled a phone out and clicked a few shots off. I groaned against the gag.

Click. Click. Click.

“I'm gonna take shots every time I fuck you so I can show off what a good slave the Penetrators MC has.” He chuckled as he pulled back, shoved the phone into his back pocket and adjusted his pants. “You did good, girlie.”

I wasn't sure how he was moving and talking so easily. I couldn't form words, much less complete sentences. He helped me up.

“Wrap this around you,” he ordered. I took the blanket, confused at first.

Then I remembered my clothes. He'd…

Adrenaline shot through me. Wow. I stared at the pile of material. Hopefully Max had another set somewhere.

“Come on, we're late.”

“Late? We're going somewhere?”

I didn't want to go a damn place. I wanted to stay in here, figure out what the hell he'd just…wow. I looked back at the area. My skin still tingled. My muscles clenched, like I could still feel him buried inside me.

“Come here, girlie.” Fist guided me to a small loveseat. His bulky frame took up the bulk of the area, but it didn't matter because I was apparently going to use him as the sofa.

His big arms folded around me, drawing me into the warmth of his body. We had somewhere to be, but this was exactly what I needed. Wanted. Coherent words were impossible. I drifted in and out of reality. One moment I was engulfed in the sensuous memories of what we'd just done, the residual sensations in my body. The next I was wondering why.

Why was Fist choosing me? Why were any of them? What made me any different from the dozens of women upstairs vying for their attention?

Then I wondered which came first. Had Fist always been into BDSM, or was it something he ventured into because he was in the MC and they owned Tops, which apparently was a private dungeon?

The Penetrators had two dungeons. One at Tops and this one, beneath the compound. Why two?

“You're thinking pretty hard. Care to share?” He captured my chin.

“Did you get into BDSM first, or the MC?”

“Me and most of the guys were Doms who enjoyed riding. We met Blade in a club in San Francisco. Things progressed from there.” Fist dragged his thumb across my lips. “The only rush better than riding with my crew is hearing a sweet little subbie like you ignite. For me.”

“Why me?” I whispered the question, not quite sure whether I wanted an answer. What if I hated what he said? Would knowing ruin what I had with them?

“Curious little subbies are hard to find in these parts. Most of the club gash'll do what we say, but it's different. Like I said, there's nothing quite like hearing a woman into what I'm doing to her coming. You've watched us a while, slave. Made sure we knew you were interested.”

I nodded. Heat rose in my face.

“I've lived for the next thrill all my life. Assholes like me don't give a shit about anything. I cared about my club and my dog. Then you came around, shaking your sweet little ass and daring us to do something about it. Fuck. No fucking clue how we stayed away as long as we did.”

The confession warmed my insides. I liked knowing I affected him. Them.

I mattered.

“Why did you stay away?”

“Blade would've had our dicks in a shredder if we risked the club because of jail bait gash. And, straight up, Harmony, that's all you were at first. Then we started seeing the shit that cunt put you through, how she treated her own kid. But we saw what you tried to hide, the curiosity in your gaze when you accidentally saw us with a bitch tied up. Or spanking someone.”

I looked away. The first time I saw them dominating a woman was when I was a couple weeks shy of nineteen. They had a blonde stripped down and tied ass up over the back of a chair. Ray and Max had taken turns spanking her ass while Fist fucked her mouth.

It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and the most frequently used fantasy in my arsenal when I needed to get myself off. Except I was the woman over the chair. Obviously.

“We couldn't stomach you experimenting with fuckwits who'd get their rocks off and not give a shit if you were into it or not. We're assholes. You have no business trusting us with this shit, Harmony, but we won't fuck with your head any more than you need.”

That didn't sound very comforting. I didn't want them fucking with my head. I had my hands full with them using my other girlie bits, thank you very much.

“Girlie, look at me.” He smiled when I obeyed without hesitation. “What we're doing is more than a fuck. We're reaching into the darkest thoughts you've had and dragging them into the open. Making them real so you see there's no shame in what you need. You have the right to enjoy it, Harmony.”

My gut tightened. I wasn't ready to hear something so…

Deep.

I squeezed my eyes shut, as if the action would somehow make the words he'd said go away. No, it wasn't what he'd said. It was the reaction I was avoiding in my brain.

I wanted that.

To enjoy what I needed.

Not to be ashamed of who I was, what I desired.

I knew whoring myself out as a slave to a motorcycle club of BDSM badasses wasn't what a good girl did. Fuck being a good girl. They understood me. More importantly, they let me be what I needed to be.

“We'll talk more about this later. We've gotta go.” He tapped a message into his phone, then shoved it into his vest pocket.

I wanted to ask when I'd be here with him again. I wanted more one-on-one time with Fist. I wanted to know more about him. What did he do when he wasn't being the kick ass Sergeant of Arms for the Penetrators? Did he have a family? Where was he from?

A hundred questions listed in my mind. I'd find the answers. I'd let myself get to know Fist, and the others, because he was right. This was way more than fucking.

They mattered to me.

And, for once in my fucked up life, I thought I might actually matter to someone else. To them.

Fist guided me up the stairs, down the mostly empty hallway and into the revelry. I clutched the covering tighter around me. A few men leered, but most ignored the fact I was wearing nothing but a thin green blanket. He escorted me to Ray's room.

“We'll come get you in a bit,” he said as he cupped my face. “Not many girls would've gone down there alone with me. You didn't even consider doing otherwise, did you?”

I shook my head.

“We'll explore the room a bit more next time. Okay?”

I assumed he meant the equipment. My pulse quickened. I bit my lower lip and looked up at him. He already knew my answer. He kissed me quickly, then left.

Sated and achy, I cocooned myself in the blanket and burrowed into Ray's bed. I'd just rest my eyes a few minutes.