Deny: A Dark, Erotic Motorcycle Club Romance Page 11

  “You’re my favorite sadistic bitch.” Avery patted my hand. “You two would be like a nuclear couple—he needs someone who can stand up to him.”

  “This is business, not a relationship,” I bit out.

  “Then you’re doing it wrong.” Avery’s eyes gleamed with humor as she sucked down her pop.

  “So do you approve of your man wanting to keep your body to himself?” I needed to change the subject. She was pushing at things in me I’d been avoiding. I planned to keep avoiding my attraction for him.

  “Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?” She twitched her mouth and frowned.

  “For many people, others enjoy the public show, or more partners.” I finished off my last bite of tamales.

  “It’s great with me. I don’t want to be all naked in front of others.” She waved her hand in the air. “I’ve never done that, but this protectiveness, that’s annoying, and I think there will be times I’ll just have to pretend he didn’t tell me not to do something. Like learn the cane.”

  “Is that wise? My sources say the Brotherhood isn’t settled, a dangerous place even.” I didn’t want her hurt. Nor did I want Jericho to lose his presidency. Ren’s version of Bound would be nasty and depraved.

  “Oh he gets final word on the club, but not on every damn thing we do together.” She waved off the subject. “What I want to know is, what flips your switch? Would you like naked biker games?”

  “All of the games, luv, every single kinky thing.” I laughed, feeling the faintest buzz.

  We spent another hour chatting about Rock and how she liked using the new tools I’d taught her. The excited way she told me about how she’d used the wheel to increase the pain of the paddle turned me on. The girl had the instincts of a Domme, naturally understanding what her man needed, but then getting off giving it to him—not because she caused him pain, but because she’d provided relief. Danger was a lot like Avery, now Pixie, with the same natural instinct, but she wasn’t a switch—one day I’d love to train a switch.

  * * *

  By Thursday, I was a raw mound of sexual frustration. The dreams and memories of those kisses stripped away my defenses, but it was the Masquerade that had me thinking of sex every waking hour and dreaming of it when I was asleep. Tonight his cock would be inside me before the night was over—the only line I was capable of keeping in place was the no sex in my dungeon. But sex against the wall in my waiting room suited me just fine. Two years without a dedicated lover, Avery’s recounting of her week and Jericho all stacked up until I gave up, but the bastard wouldn’t know it until the very last minute.

  I worked in my office, cleaning up files and scheduling sessions for my apprentices for the next week. The tasks had taken me twice as long because my mind continued to drift to the sexy man who’d be here any minute.

  My phone buzzed.

  “He’s here, on his way to you,” Danger said.

  “Meet him and show him into my boudoir,” I told her as I shut down my computer and closed the cabinet to my computer and work area.

  Jericho strode into my feminine domain, eyes taking in all the furry splendor I’d created in the front sitting area.

  “Come back here.” I led him to my personal space and sat in my favorite black leather chair. He sprawled across from me on the couch.

  “What have you got?”

  “Is there a way for him to oust you?” I went straight to the reason I called him.

  “I suppose,” he said through his clamped jaw.

  “He’s interviewing members, or something like that. One of my girls has an in with his errand boy. They’ve been running into members, setting up meetings, whatever they can to test the waters with other members. I don’t have numbers for you, but I know when he thinks he’s got the support, there will be a challenge.” I eyed him, trying to see just how pissed off he was.

  “What’s he offering?”

  “Whatever the brother wants to hear, but mostly Danger says it’s about no rules—some kind of hedonistic club that lets its members do whatever the fuck they want.” I kept my face blank but I wasn’t down with his version of the Brotherhood. Just thinking of Ren in charge made my skin crawl.

  “Not even the Old Man was that stupid.” His hands flexed into fists and jaw tightened.

  “Neither is Ren, he’s not making the promises directly, so you know how that goes.” I knew if he won the challenge then Bound would have no limits.

  “You let me know if you hear when?” He leaned forward. “He won’t win.”

  I nodded. “This is bad for business here, hell everywhere. But you best get your allies in line.” Talking strategy excited me, I’d give anything to know all the plans inside his head. “What else can I do?”

  “Any names would be great, it helps me plan and build my own support.” He sat back. “But don’t risk you or your girls, he won’t hesitate to take any of you on.”

  “Let him try. I’ll knock his ass out.” I meant what I said.

  “So he’ll go for your apprentice and no matter what you do after, will it make up for her being hurt?”

  Fuck that was true. “I’ll be careful, and you better be cunning.”

  “Oh, I’ll stop him dead.” He shook his head and refocused on me. “Hit very fucking hard today.”

  I stood. “My pleasure, ace. Go get ready, I’ll be there in a minute.”

  The nickname just tripped off my tongue, but it fit him well. Seeing the strategy turn in his mind turned me on as much as those ropes had during the Masquerade. I was in serious bloody trouble.

  He strode from my room with anger sparking off him. Magnificent. I stood there collecting myself—slowing my breathing, centering myself and ignoring the wetness that coated my cunt. I pushed the button to open the door that took me through the private hall from my rooms to the dungeon.

  I stopped in the control room and programmed music, lights and sent the leather cuffs down for him. I typed out a quick message for Danger to shut down and clean the dungeon once I was done. I attached the remote to my leathers before I attached my whip. I’d had Danger set out the rods and canes I’d wanted. I grabbed two condoms from the drawer and stuffed them down my bustier before I entered my dungeon.

  “Say your safe word.”

  He stared at me a long moment. “Red.”

  “You give your consent for the cane and rod.”

  His eyes flared. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Count the cane.” I gave my last instruction before I picked up the cane and moved behind him.

  The first blow landed on his shoulder. “One,” he barked out.

  His deep voice did things to me. I smacked the cane on his back.

  “Two.”

  With deliberate strokes, I moved down his backside. He counted each one in the same monotone as he’d started. Anger sizzled in the count as he ate up the pain I meted out. We’d reached twenty-five before I saw his shoulders sag—finally the tension began to fall away. I’d begun to think I’d never work it out of him after I’d told him about Ren.

  His fury had been a physical companion in the room. I dropped the cane and moved to his front. “Eyes on me,” I commanded and snapped my whip at his feet.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jericho

  “Yes, Mistress.” The rage boiled inside me but finally the cane had relieved the worst of it. Ren’s fucking nerve to even attempt to take my presidency had pushed me right over the edge. How would I deal with this rage again without the dungeon?

  When she’d said cane, I almost said no, it was one of my favorites, and tested my control. Once she caned me, I was hers in every way. Today if she asked me to be her slave I might even say yes.

  The whip snapped in front of me as Marr struck me with the biting tail so fast I couldn’t even count. Ea
ch whip crack fragmented my thoughts until she fully engaged me in the moment. I lived for each cleansing strike. Eyes locked together her lust shone bright and I ached to bury myself deep in her.

  The lights dimmed and I cursed internally. My body hummed with need and I wanted to fuck her. She dropped the whip to the floor and moved to me, caressing my cock with one hand and burying her nose in my chest.

  “You want to fuck me.” She nipped my ear. “Meet me in my waiting area.” She flicked off my wrist restraint, still palming my cock.

  My eyes closed as she released my other restraint. Then her footsteps echoed on the tile away from me.

  Her final words echoed in my brain. You want to fuck me. Thank fuck she’d said the words. I ached for her. No doubt I’d never made it out of here without coming, but now I’d come inside her. I reached down and unclasped each ankle. I stood straight and pumped my cock, just to take off the edge of need that pounded inside me.

  I pushed open the door to the dungeon and found Marr naked leaning against the wall. Her cat eyes burned with the need I felt, but holy fuck, her body was sexier than I remembered. She moved toward me hips swaying, tits jiggling and I had to bite back the urge to come. My body, on fire with the blows she’d given me, trembled with need for her. I stepped toward her, snagging her and dragging her up against me. I feasted on her mouth. I moved down her body, nipping her neck before worshipping her tits.

  She moaned and tangled her hands in my hair. “Fuck me.”

  “Soon.” I denied my body the need for pleasure, wanting to idolize her as the goddess she was. She’d stripped the anger and confusion, leaving me a clean, stark version of myself. I dropped to my knees and spread her folds to find the bud I needed to taste. My finger drew through her wetness and I inhaled her heather-scented arousal before I lapped up her cream.

  “Fuck that’s good.” She mewled and guided me closer.

  I worried her clit between my teeth and she leaned into me while rocking her hips. She gasped when I sucked her clit. I stroked her wetness and pushed two fingers into her. She clenched around them and I pushed deeper. Flicking her clit and pumping her cunt, she moved faster until I felt her spasm around me, but when I bit her nub she flew apart.

  I stood and lifted her in my arms. “Condom,” I demanded.

  She moaned and pointed to the table next to the only chair in the place. I walked her over, snatched it and let her slide to the floor as I rolled it on.

  “Fucking you against this wall,” I announced.

  She moved closer. I pushed her up my torso until I was positioned at her opening and plunged in. She bit my shoulder as I pounded into her. Her tight cunt squeezed me and I cursed. “Not going to last long.” I pumped faster. Her nails dug into my back and her head fell back.

  “Give me your tit.” I nuzzled her neck.

  She met my gaze and grinned before lifting her tit to me. I sucked her rosy nipple into my mouth and bit down. She jerked under me and tightened her sweet cunt around my cock, milking me. “That’s it, goddess, fuck me with that tight cunt.”

  She moaned and squeezed down tighter. Lost to her teasing touch, I thrust deep banging her into the wall. Her legs squeezed my torso before she kissed me, possessed me as I drove into her faster and faster unable to stop, hold back, no matter how sweet her cunt was.

  She broke the kiss, her head fell back. “Yeah, ace, like that.”

  She tightened and the first spasm of her release clenched my cock. “Fuck, goddess. Come with me.”

  I sucked in her bottom lip and bit hard, tasting blood. She jerked and yelled as she climaxed. Her shudder of release sent me off and I pushed deep as I came inside her. I licked her neck, nibbling it as she came down. The woman rocked my world, and I wanted more. Dangerous. I might not ever get enough of her.

  She moved down my body until she was standing on wobbly legs. I caressed her tits and trailed up until I cupped her cheek. “Goddess, that was magnificent. Thank you.”

  “You can worship me anytime.” Her low voice sounded sultry in that just fucked way that had my cock twitching to life again. “Now it’s time to go.”

  And that fast she dismissed me. I didn’t have to go, but I didn’t know what to say if I stayed, so I turned back to the dungeon to retrieve my clothes and dispose of the condom. When I returned she was gone. Better that way, I had no idea what to do with the scorching attraction between us. I stopped by to see Viper then headed out. I needed to get my house in order before Ren pulled any more shit.

  * * *

  The last two weeks had kicked my ass and I had barely had time to think about Ren or Marr. I wanted more from Marr than what she knew about Renegade. I wanted her to be my old lady—a tough bitch, passionate in bed and loved at Bound. She not only solved that problem, but answered a need in me that I refused to examine, let alone name. All I knew was she was going to be mine. All mine, just as soon as I convinced her of that fact.

  My phone pinged, it was Marr. Have information. Be here at 8, ready to submit.

  I was ready now so I put my thumbs to work: I’ll come up now.

  Several minutes passed waiting on her response, finally my phone chimed: Clients scheduled. Follow orders.

  I stared at her command, fuming. I hated being told what to do—it always set wrong with me, but this wasn’t my game. I typed a single character back. 8

  Three fucking hours before I saw her. In a piss-poor mood, I headed outside to work on my bike. The compound was too crowded since Pixie had been hurt. I needed space.

  I spent two hours tinkering with the bike’s carburetor before I reassembled everything and headed to the shower. I shrugged on clothes and headed for Ardmore and Bound. I wanted her in my bed, by my side, and I planned to make that a reality soon.

  I hit Bound a little early to check in with Viper before heading to the basement for my session with Marr. Would we fuck again? I hoped to hell we did. My cock itched for her in the worst way.

  I strode into her sterile waiting space with the single chair and memories of her against the wall flashed in my mind. I wanted to take her against the wall again, right now.

  Her expression was all business, damn my luck. “Let’s talk in here.” We went back to her private space, like last time.

  “He’s pissed.” That was her greeting.

  “I’ve been rebuilding what he’s tried to destroy.” I studied her. Beautiful cat eyes, thick cherry lips I wanted to devour. That’s not what we were doing now though, so I refocused. “Is he using again?”

  “It’s one of the reasons I’m helping you. Romeo has been here three times with Ren this week alone. Ghost can’t come here, but word is he is one of his central organizers, along with Vex.”

  I’d always hated that little prick Vex. First he pushed Rock and Avery, now he’s Ren’s right hand, he’d figure out he was in over his head. But Romeo’s visits bothered me most of all. I wanted to believe he was loyal, he’d always been a good ally to me, but the more I found out the worse he smelled. “Thank you. That’s good information. Do you know his pusher? Ren’s pusher?”

  “Same as for everyone in the club—Weasel.” She stared at me like everyone knew.

  I hadn’t fucking known. That little shit. Rage burned hot inside me. “You’re saying Weasel deals to my brothers and others?” I bit out the words and ran a hand through my hair.

  “You didn’t...know?” She gulped and looked away. “He and his old lady deliver here almost every week.”

  “When will he be here next?” I asked with tight control. I wanted to wring that coward’s neck. I may not do that, but I’d have his cut this week. First he bailed on Pixie, now I find out he was breaking club rules to supply my own brothers. No fucking way he’d last past this weekend, and he’d be thanking me for not killing him.

  “Probably on Friday. What will you do?”


  “Make him wish he was dead.” The stupid bastard was dead to me.

  “Remember not to bring Bound down with all that rage.” Her keen eyes saw through the mask of indifference I tried to wear.

  “Oh no, but I don’t tolerate drugs. I am not like the Old Man.”

  “How could you not know?” She asked the question I was already beating myself up about.

  “Because I’m too predictable.” I forced myself to stay still. “I’m isolated to a degree and those closest to me have no tolerance for drugs so those who do obviously stay far away from us.” Closing my eyes, I couldn’t believe I’d missed this right in front of me. “I thought it was someone on the outside—even the Old Man...well I was wrong, hunh.”

  “But now you can crush Ren’s supply right when he’ll want it most.” She gave me a devious smile.

  “Oh yes I will.” I returned her smile, liking the way she went straight to the tactical advantage. We thought alike.

  Something changed in her demeanor. She stood. “Time for the session. Go undress and wait.”

  “Make it hurt,” I growled.

  “That’s the point, ace.” She touched my shoulder but I flinched away. “You have a preferred instrument?”

  Why did she ask? She hadn’t bothered before. Maybe I was cracking her armor after all. But if she was asking, I’d tell her. After the fucking shit she laid on me tonight, I needed all of it, or I might just kill the little fucker Weasel.

  “The cane which you discovered, boiling liquid, burns.” I hadn’t said those words in years, yet fire play did things to me that no whip achieved. But Marr was the biggest turn-on of all, and asking me, that showed definite progress.

  She left me and I tried to clear my mind, but Weasel stayed front and center along with the laundry list of responsibilities that weighed on me—remove Renegade, regain the lost unity, expand businesses and the list went on and on. It wore me down thinking of it all and I still had to do something about that shit.

  Marr returned, placing a stand on the floor before the tray. I didn’t move my bowed head, but I glimpsed the fire tools and cane. That’s what I needed—her touch burning me, which it already did, but not as literally as I needed tonight.