I woke surrounded in heat. I wiggled closer to the inferno behind me and felt…skin. Hard muscle. I groaned as Ray squeezed my hip and thrust his hard cock against me.
“Good, you're awake.”
The blankets disappeared and I was sprawled on my back with Ray looming over me before I could open my eyes. He claimed my mouth, the kiss so rough and demanding it stole my breath. His lips softened, feathered across mine. Our tongues danced, teased. My hands wandered across his back, down his chest.
He trailed kisses along my neck and tickled my sides.
“Ray, no.” I laughed and tried to curl away, but he pressed me deeper into the mattress and groaned.
“Woke up with you twisted around me like a pretzel,” he whispered against my collarbone. “Should've fucked you awake.”
I hummed my approval. He cupped my breasts and massaged. Someone woke up horny. I smiled up at him and wrapped my legs around him. “What are you waiting for?”
He flipped us again. Amusement shown in a grin across his handsome face. He reached between us, running a finger across my wet slit. “Ride me, slave.”
Mmm.
I wrapped a hand around his hard cock and pumped the length a few times, squeezing hard enough to make him growl. Then I guided him into me, taking him in one slow glide. Ray grabbed my hips and set the pace. Slow and gentle, so much so my entire body quaked with the need to go faster, harder. Rougher.
The door squeaked open. He held me in place with a terse, “Keep going.”
“Pres, we've got a…” Clutch's voice halted on a whistle. “Looks like we're interrupting.”
“Harm doesn't mind.”
Heat crept up my face as Clutch, Fist, Max and Blade all entered the small room. Ray worked me on his dick, reminding me of the task at hand. My tits jiggled as I rode him. Eyes closed, I tried to ignore the other men in the room.
But I knew they were there. Watching. Enjoying.
Fist's words from the previous night echoed in my brain. This was more than a few casual fucks. I was more. Awareness beaded along my body as I wondered what they were looking at. My tits? Probably. The way my pussy swallowed Ray's dick hungrily with each slow glide? Probably.
“There a reason you're here?” Ray gritted the question out.
“We've got Manny,” Fist commented. “A couple of Blade's guys saw Mafia at The Last Drip.”
I didn't figure that'd go over well with Ray since Penetrators owned the diner. I scraped my nails down his chest as he started fucking me harder. Fury roughened each thrust. My tits jiggled. Fist snapped shots with his fucking phone. I hissed my anger, but the men just laughed.
“Now this is a way to hold an officer's meeting,” Blade commented. “I might need a little club slave of my own to keep around my compound.”
Ray played with my clit. My muscles tightened, my vision blanked. I cried out as the orgasm overwhelmed me. Collapsing atop him, I squeezed my pussy muscles around his dick as he released inside me. Filled with his cum and sated, I closed my eyes and listened as the men discussed club business like I wasn't there.
I was their slave. What had they called me the first time? Fuck meat.
I'd always been an exhibitionist. Them strolling in as Ray fucked me should've embarrassed me. Yet I'd been turned on. Yep, I was fucked up in the head. I just didn't give a damn anymore. YOLO. The guys understood and I was finally okay with what I wanted. That's all that mattered.
“Get Squirrel to handle Harm here. I gave him her agenda last night.” Ray's words refocused my thoughts.
“I have an agenda?”
“Today you do,” he replied.
I didn't say anything, mainly because I wasn't sure what to think. Being bossed around during sex was one thing. Skippy Squirrel hauling my ass around for errands I didn't even know existed was another. It left me…
Confused.
Rather than worry and stress over the unknown, I went with it. Whatever. I had bigger shit to deal with. First off, I needed a fucking phone so I could call my BFF. The Grove spread news faster than brush fires in the summer. She'd probably heard all about my naked sprint down Main.
“I need to call Jolie,” I blurted.
“Lunch at The Last Drip,” Max replied as he handed over my phone.
I blinked, realizing Blade, Fist and Clutch had all left at some point. Max tossed some clothes on the bed. “You do whatever Squirrel says today, no questions. We've got a lot of shit going down. He'll look out for you.”
I nodded and picked up the slutty short skirt and barely there top. “Can I get something else to wear?”
“Later, if you're good. I'll let Squirrel know.” Max motioned toward the clothes. “For now, you wear that or go naked.”
There wasn't much of a difference, but I held my tongue and nodded. I wandered into the bathroom and claimed the shower. I needed to store some stuff here if I'd be staying often enough. I grumbled my way through brushing my hair out with Ray's comb.
By the time I wandered out of the bathroom, the two guys had headed out into the main room of the compound. Or so I assumed. I wound my way there and found Squirrel waiting. Alone.
Okay, then.
He headed toward Ray's Beamer. I claimed shotgun, wondering where we were going but too decaffeinated to ask. He handed me my phone. I texted Jolie.
Lunch. Last Drip. You in?
She wasn't a morning person. Nine a.m. was inhuman for anyone. Since it'd been almost three when I passed out, I was surprised to be up so early. Then again, there was Mexican Mafia in town. My gut tightened. I was used to cleaning Mom's shit up, but this was messier than usual. Thank fuck Ray and the Penetrators were handling it.
Unease penetrated the early morning fog in my brain. The Beamer turned into a cow trail driveway south of town. The Grove was a hole-in-the-wall town in the middle of nowhere. Everyone knew every house, shack and shed in a five mile radius.
“Why are we here?” I asked. My pulse quickened. No. Skippy Squirrel made a mistake.
“You know why.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!
“Club racked up a huge debt 'cause of what went down. You're working it off,” Skippy said as he threw the car into park and turned the ignition. “Whatever he wants. I'll be here when he's finished with you.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!
Karma was a twisted bitch, way more so than me. My knees knocked together as bone-deep dread fought anticipation. I channeled the anger and shock rattling around in my brain. Why hadn't Max and Ray said anything?
This was my agenda? Literally a fucking agenda.
The house hadn't changed much since I'd been here last time. Chief Tony Reyes opened the door and motioned me in. My breathing quickened as I entered his domain, a space I promised my naive self I'd never enter ever again.
I felt like a rabbit who'd just stumbled into a wolf den. I'd shamed myself here long ago, back when my horny teenage self thought I could have any man I wanted. And believed this man was “the one.” Like mother like daughter, right? Embarrassment crawled up my cheeks as he locked the door and stood before me.
“Knees,” he ordered.
I stumbled to my knees, mainly because they quaked so hard I'd fall otherwise. I didn't understand the emotional war raging inside me. I motored through scared, shifted into turned on and then took a hard turn into seriously pissed. I glared up at Chief.
“I've got you all alone this time.” He unclasped his belt with both hands and smirked down at me. I reversed back into turned on and threw the parking brake. “I told them to bring you here hungry, slave. You ready to take my cum? I'm gonna fill your belly and your cunt.”
I didn't reply. What could I say? My heart thudded wildly in my chest.
“Strip.” Cool air brushed along my skin as I set the clothes beside me. He settled the belt over his shoulder and took out his cuffs. “Hands.”
I held them up, swallowing the lump in my throat as he secured my wrists together.
“Penetrators are in a big mess. It's going to take some serious work to make it go away. Two members on parole, shooting guns they shouldn't have. The entire fucking MC in a shootout like The Grove is the OK Corral.” Anger mottled his voice. He unzipped his pants. “You're gonna work off their debt. A few times here on your knees should make it worth my while.”
Tingles spanned my spine. He pulled the material down and exposed his thick cock. The last time I'd been in his house, I'd gotten on my knees, offered my mouth and he refused. I'd been pretty determined back then. Until he cannibalized my naive heart.
Why the fuck would I want you?
I still remembered the words, heard them in my head every night when the darkness seeped into my thoughts. He was a regret I hadn't fully voiced, not even into the journal I'd kept. Sure, I'd recounted my foolish attempts to seduce him. I hadn't admitted to the really shameful truth. Even now, I wouldn't allow it to unfurl within my brain.
I'd kept it locked down tight, even after he'd fucked me. It'd been a miracle, and here I was. Battling my past demon no one knew existed. If I wasn't careful I'd lose. Would he even notice? Would Ray and Ham?
The two Penetrators fed the dark, unlocked an acceptance of my dirty needs, my submissive nature. But Chief. I shivered as he approached. I scented his clean, woodsy scent in my nostrils. His strong, confident fingers ran through my hair. I wanted to purr like a cat getting stroked after a long, lonely sleep.
A moan escaped my parting lips as he rubbed his cock across my face. Tension created by past regrets eased away with each passing second. Perhaps I'd survive the past's demon after all.
“I get off remembering how tight your asshole was the other night.” He gripped my head and fed his cock to me. I took the thick shaft in, licking and sucking obediently. “Loved nailing your ass. So tight and good. Choke on my dick, bitch.”
Chief fucked my mouth without mercy. This wasn't a blowjob. I was a hole and he pounded me furiously, each thrust a reminder of what I was to him. Why I was here. Working off a debt.
However he decided.
It wasn't a soft, luxurious fuck. I doubted the man had that in him. I probably didn't either. My pussy dampened. The firm, commanding grip he maintained aroused me, awakened the dark fantasies he'd unknowingly created long ago.
“Fuck, love pounding you. Look at me, slave.” I looked up as he fed his dick into my throat. I gagged against it, but he kept going. “They feeding you dick every morning?”
He chuckled and held me down on his hard length. Slave. He used the word easily. Hearing it in his voice stirred something in me, something I'd thought dead the last time I'd been here.
“I bet you'll be doing this a lot tonight. I heard they've got the private area booked solid with all the horny fucks in The Grove wanting a private dance with you.” My nipples hardened, my pulse raced. Moisture pooled between my legs. “I'm gonna be there, watching you, enjoying every cock you have to blow. I bet they'll make you fuck a couple. Such a good slave to whore that sweet body out to pay off your mom's debt.”
I looked up at him, unsure how I felt about what he said. Then I remembered what Fist said about them fucking with my head. Was that what the words were? A mind fuck? Okay then. It wouldn't be the first time Chief messed with gray matter, and it wouldn't be the last. Just being on my knees in his domain incited something in me. Taking his dick was different than the Penetrators. It was dirtier because he knew what I did with them. I was a cheap whore working off a club debt.
The worst part was I wanted it. My pussy throbbed as I thought about what I'd do for the club, for the guys. I was empowered on my knees, getting a guy off. For this fleeting moment I was the most important thing in Chief's world. I couldn't contemplate what that really meant, not while his throbbing cock was buried inside my mouth.
“I spread the word, made sure a couple of people your mom pissed off knew your throat would be for sale. You can thank me later. I know you'll really hate a couple of them.” He smiled and caressed my cheek. “Have you taken cock from someone you despised yet?”
I tensed, two parts turned on, one part enraged.
“If you're a good slave I'll tell you who I made them line up for you tonight. I just got off the phone with Ray when you pulled up.” He thrust deep into my throat and held my gaze as he grunted. “Swallow it all, slave.”
His release filled my mouth, my throat. My eyes burned as I took everything he gave. Arousal quickened my breaths as he played with my tits. He pulled out enough for me to lick his cock and balls clean. He hummed his approval as I sat back on my heels and looked up.
My chest heaved with my deep breaths. He leered at me a moment then undid the cuffs and motioned toward the hall. “Crawl to my bed, whore. I've warmed you up enough.”
I crawled. He set a hand on my back and pressed down a few steps later. “Scrape those tits on the floor when you move.”
He headed to the end of the long hall and watched. I thrust my tits down, rubbing my hardened nipples against the cool wooden floor with each step forward. My entire body was a live wire by the time I made it to his bedroom.
The coarse carpet grated against my tits when I entered. He groaned in approval. “A few more times, slave. I want them ready for me.”
I complied even though I didn't fully understand what he had planned. He closed the distance a few minutes later. My tits were red, my nipples sore. He took one in each hand and worked the sensitive flesh. He reached down and opened a chest beside the bed. Fear spiked inside me when I saw the rope.
“Gonna tie those saggy udders up, slave.” He pinched a nipple. “Nice and tight. Stand up, hands behind your head.”
Weak-kneed, I obeyed. He stroked and caressed my sensitive flesh, across my tits, down my sides. My ass. He thrust a finger into my wet pussy. “Good, nice and ready to get fucked.”
He worked a few moments, tying my tits in a snug harness that roped all the way around each. My skin darkened there. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and sucked so hard I cried out in pain. He pulled back and slapped each one with his open palm, five swats each. The sting rippled to my core. I squeezed my thighs together.
“You want more, slave?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
“On the bed then, hands at your side or I tie you up.” He straddled my waist the second I settled. “On second thought, hands above your head. I want you cuffed like you were back then. Remember? You cuffed yourself to my bed.”
The past folded into the present, then died beneath the crushing weight of what was about to go down. This was really happening. I was in Chief's bed. Alone with him. Defenseless.
All his.
Adrenaline surged in my blood. He dragged me up and secured me to the bed. He put a pillow beneath my back so my tits thrust up more. Straddling my naked, defenseless body, he settled in and started punishing my tied flesh. Massages, pinches, rubs, slaps. He scraped his nails toward my nipples. Then he leaned down and claimed them with his mouth. He tormented one with his teeth and I cried out, pushing closer.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled against me. Then he clamped down, firm enough for my entire body to spasm in response. I looked down, into his turbulent gaze and knew he'd have no mercy. I was his slave. I'd take whatever he demanded.
Was this what I'd sought the last time I was here? No, the naive girl I'd been back then had no clue something this intense existed. He'd been right to turn me away. I would've been crushed if it hadn't ended well. And, really, I'd had no business in Chief's life back then. Did I now, though?
Fortunately the guys had taken the decision from me, put me right where my darkest thoughts had been created. Here, in this bed. With this man. Ray couldn't have known. Or did he?
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.
Fist's words from last night left me wondering. Then again, I didn't give a damn. I was tied to Chief's bed. The fact I was thinking at all was a fucking miracle.
Chief pulled back and wiped drool from his mouth. “I hope they don't mind a few nips on those gorgeous tits.”
I pulled on the cuffs as he pulled his pants further down. He reached over and took a lit candle from the bedside. “Let's see if you like it hot.”
I held my breath as he dribbled hot wax onto my breasts, then aimed for a nipple. The heat spread through my skin, then quickly dissipated. He covered my tits, then worked his way toward my pussy.
“Is my pussy ready?”
“Please, no wax there.”
He swatted my pussy hard three times. “Slaves don't decide anything. Ever.”
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“You'll learn,” he commented as he rubbed a thumb across my clit. “I wasn't going to make you take wax to your little clit, but you need to learn your place, slave.”
His weight settled into place, locking my thighs apart as he positioned the candle over me. I held my breath and tugged on the restraints. Anticipation danced along my skin, rivulets of awareness he'd created.
I watched helplessly as one drop, then two, fell. Each one seared into me, awakening the nerves into frenzied bursts of sensation. I hated it, but wanted more. Craved the pain.
Chief laughed, as if sensing the fight within me. He set the candle down, then cupped my face so I was forced to look into his eyes as he rammed into my pussy. I whimpered with each savage thrust, then settled in for what I knew would be a long, hard fuck.
The eye contact violated my defenses. Looking into his eyes made me whimper. I wanted to run. Retreat. This was too intense. It cut too close to the bone, where I never let anyone. Yet he was there, carving out a place as though he had every right.
As if sensing my unease, his gaze softened. He thrust slower and groaned my name. “Harmony.”
That's when I knew. Whatever played out here meant more than he'd let on. I wasn't just a club slave working off a debt on my knees. He wasn't just the crooked cop doing what Ray needed. My mind calmed as I surrendered to the riotous hunger Chief fed. “Tony.”
The name slipped from me. He stilled inside me, ran a thumb across my cheek as he licked my lips. “I've got you. Let go and enjoy. I'll give you what you need.”
The promise wrapped around us as he claimed my mouth in a carnal kiss so intense my entire body melted into him. I fought for control, my tongue dueled with his. His victory was a sweet lick of my entire mouth, as if he wanted to consume me entirely. He broke the contact with a smug grin.
“I want you leaving here sore and filled with my cum.” Knees on his shoulders, he settled into a hard, brutal pounding that shook the entire bed. “I bet you used to listen at the door when I fucked your mom, dirty little girl. Did you hear the bed slamming against the wall and want to be under me?”
I closed my eyes. He pinched my nipple hard until I screamed.
“Did you?” he shouted.
“Once, yes,” I whispered the confession.
It'd been so painful seeing him with Mom. My teenage self wanted him more than air. Each time he went into her room I'd died just a little bit, but never admitted it to anyone. Especially myself. Molten heat settled in his gaze as it swept over me. He grunted in approval and fucked me. His hot mouth sucked and abused my tits as he fucked me.
“They stretching this hole out, slave? Fist gotten a hold of your pussy yet?”
I squeezed his dick. He kissed me. I bit his lower lip. He pillaged my mouth with his tongue. He interlocked his hands with mine as I exploded. He followed me over the edge, thrusting a few more times. His weight settled on me, a heavy presence that kept me grounded even though my mind soared.
Chief uncuffed me and massaged each wrist. One firm tug undid the ropes. He left the bed, returning with a couple of towels, which he used to wipe the dried wax from me.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded, though my heart still thundered in my chest so damn hard it felt like it'd fall out with each beat. My mind reeled, too lost in the confusion Chief created. He'd been rough, yet soft. Demanding, yet gentle. Hateful, yet loving.
I looked toward the window.
“They didn't leave you alone with me,” he stated. “I wouldn't let them.”
“I know, Squirrel's outside.”
“And Max's in the next room.” I froze, repeating the words in my head. In the next room. “You deserve to feel safe, protected.”
I tightened as he wrapped his arms around me. Hot breath fanned along my neck.
“Ray showed me the journal, told me you wanted to serve him, the club. Is that true?”
He'd seen the journal. How much of it? I hadn't admitted half of what I should've in there. I'd never given voice, or words to what I kept tucked away in me. Exposing it meant someone could kill it. Chief could destroy it so easily.
It was a risk I wasn't ready to take. Not now, probably not ever. I'd lived my entire life seeing what risks did to Mom. Emotion clogged my throat. I swallowed, willing the lump away so I could breathe. He stroked my arm and nibbled on my earlobe.
“One word and I'll make it all go away, Harmony. No blow back.”
My gut tightened. The withered remnants of what he'd crushed inside me the last time I'd been here gathered. He cared. The dark in me clawed, scraped against the raw emotions he'd awakened.
He was dangerous.
I'd rather take my chances with five criminal bikers than trust myself with this man. I couldn't look the realization in the eye and fully understand its depth, the reasons behind its existence. I just knew I wouldn't ever say the word. Not to him.
Not now.
“I'm good.”
Am I? The question settled in my mind, an unwelcome visitor I couldn't evict. He dragged me into his lap and ran a hand down my back. Tears slipped from my eyes.
“Your mom never gave you what you needed.” I dragged in a ragged breath and tightened my grip on him. “No one did.”
Tony wrapped a blanket around me and kissed my forehead as I looked up at him.
“Submission is giving up sexual control,” he whispered. “It's about trusting someone to care for you and letting them carry your burdens.”
I dipped my head lower as tears tumbled from my eyes. The past few days’ events battered my thoughts, awakened the emotions I'd tucked away. Fear. Anger. Pain. My shoulders shook. He held me tight against him.
Why had this time with him been different?
Okay, each time with the guys had become more emotionally intense for some reason. I wasn't the numb woman I'd started out as. By welcoming the dark in me, they'd awakened me.
Even so, this time with Tony had been different. I wasn't foolish enough to think it was because I was more than an easy fuck. He may give a damn what happened to me, but he was a cop. He was Chief. It was his job to give a shit.
Right?
Tony cupped my face and forced my gaze. “You deserve to go after whatever you want, Harmony. Remember that.”
I nodded.
“Whatever you need, whenever. I'm going to be a part of this journey you're on, I won't accept otherwise. I can't.” Something burned in his gaze, but I didn't want to know what it was. What it meant. My insides were scraped raw, so much so I bled more sensation and emotion than I even realized existed.
I nodded again, not trusting my voice. I rose from his lap. Chief helped me dress. I suspected most of what he'd said about tonight at Tops was a mind fuck. Hell, everything he'd said just now probably was, too. He enjoyed messing with my head. I followed him into the living room. Max prowled toward us, wrapping an arm around me.
“You went too far,” he growled, pressing into Chief's personal space.
“She had a safe word.”
“This isn't over,” Max replied.
“No, it isn't,” Chief said. He grinned and stroked my cheek. “Remember what I said.”
Max wrapped an arm around me and we left. Tension coiled in my gut when we made it outside. He hadn't told me this was going to happen. Neither had Ray. I wasn't a piece of meat for them to pass around.
They knew Chief was important to me. They had my fucking journal. Sure, I hadn't confessed how deep my emotions were where Tony was concerned, but they weren't stupid. They knew.
We hit the main road and he parked on the shoulder. I exploded. Fists slammed into his chest. I grunted and hissed as he held me to him.
“You didn't tell me,” I accused.
He locked my wrists together with one hand and studied me, as if reading the rioting thoughts darting through my head like drunken arrows. “Tell me why you're pissed.”
“I should've been told I was going there.”
“Why? Chief was right. Slaves don't dictate what happens.”
“How did you know he said that?” I whispered. Max looked away. “How did you know?”
“It doesn't matter. We're going to push your boundaries, help you find the real you. You either trust us or you don't.” He cupped my face. “Did you enjoy what happened or not?”
I did. Had he heard everything?
“No judgments,” he said, as if sensing my thoughts. Was I that transparent? “Ray thought you'd enjoy the element of surprise. I did too, based on what you wrote in your diary.”
That fucking journal. Part of me wanted to induct it into the Hall of Slutdom Fame. Right now, I wanted to burn the damned thing.
“Lift your shirt,” he ordered. “Let me see your tits.”
Concern softened his tone. Otherwise, I would've punched him. He caressed my sore breasts. “He shouldn't have done the wax play.”
“I-I…” I licked my lips. “It was okay.”
“Yeah? Sounded like it was more than okay, in a lot of ways.” His expression softened. He regarded me through half-hooded eyes, lazy with an arousal I felt pressed against me. I should take his hard cock into my hand and help him get off.
But I didn't. I'd experienced something mind altering with Chief just now. I wouldn't dirty it up by giving Max a hand job moments after. But the man studied me, waiting for an answer to his declaration. He wanted to know if I'd gotten off with the wax play. What could I say? I fucking loved it.
“Yeah,” I whispered with a shy grin. Talking about what happened with Chief felt wrong. Too personal, which was nuts. My stomach growled. “Feed me.”