Claiming the Knights (16 page)

             
“You sit once more,” he told her, pushing gently on her shoulder. She sat, again.

             
He reached down and pulled her shirt over her head. She had worn a lacy little bra to impress.

             
“Take off,” he ordered her. Her bra came off immediately.

             
He took a step back to look at her. He undid his jeans and took them off. He didn't wear underwear, so his cock sprang out as soon as he pushed his jeans down.

             
She sat, staring at it. It was beautiful. She had always thought they were creepy. Boyfriends had taken her hand and directed it to their dicks in the past, but she never knew what to do. It was like she was supposed to know automatically, but she didn't. It was just awkward, but...with Raw, she knew what to do. First she just wanted to look.

             
It was pierced. She had never even heard of such a thing. The pain involved must have been over the top. Right on the end, at the tip. Why?

             
“Can I touch it?” she asked, not sure if it was painful.

             
“Bella Raven, you can do whatever you want with it,” he said, smiling down at her.

             
She reached out and ran her finger along the piercing. It was excruciating for him. Teasing him beyond anything he had ever experienced, but he wanted her to take her time, and get comfortable with his body. He was already familiar and comfortable with hers. But that is how he was with all the women that he took to bed. It was an art form to him. To know how their bodies worked, and what to do to make them come.

             
She moved the piercing around a bit, testing its limits. “It doesn't hurt?” she asked.

             
“Not at all Bella, I have many years, it is part of me,” he assured her.

             
She looked back at it and she instinctively wrapped her hand around him, just below the head. It jumped to attention, and he took a quick breath in.

             
She leaned forward and kissed the tip. He almost lost it. He had never felt so out of control.

             
“Oh Bella, be careful you may cause mess,” he warned her.

             
“Oh yeah?” She leaned forward again, putting the whole head in her mouth, and sucked softly. She tasted a bit of him. She got braver and took a little more into her mouth and grabbed the shaft with both hands.

             
Without warning, he took a handful of her hair at the back of her head and held her steady, as he moved in and out of her mouth. She enjoyed it for a few strokes and then he went too far, gagging her.

             
She let go of him, and pushed away.

             
He knew he had gone too far with her, but he couldn't help himself.

             
“Sorry, we stop,” he said.

             
“No, I want to do this for you. After what you did for me the other day,” she explained, “I owe you.”

             
“I do that for you one million times and you never owe me. My pleasure,” he says to her. He loved tasting her and making her come. It was his specialty after all.

             
“Just don't shove it down my throat, it's too much,” she warned.

             
She took him back in her mouth and he did his best to refrain from grabbing her head again. She continued working him, in and out. He could tell that she really was new to this, but it was working regardless.

             
“I am close Bella,” he warned her.

             
She responded by quickening her pace, and he lost it.

             
She had never had a man come in her mouth and she thought she could handle it. As he came, she tried to deal with the mouthful. She gagged a bit and then swallowed hard to keep from gagging again.

             
He could tell she was having a hard time and he pulled himself out of her mouth. “You ok Bella?” he asked her.

             
“Yeah, I just didn't expect so much.” She looked up at him, licking her lips.

             
“Your turn,” he said to her.

             
He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back, so she was lying down with her feet still on the floor. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Hooking his fingers in the waistline, he removed her jeans and caught her panties too. She straightened her legs to help him get them off.

             
He kneels in front of her and without even thinking, she opens her legs. She is running on instinct with him.

             
“Oh you are so beautiful. Like new flower,” he says.

             
She loves how he talks to her in his broken English and romantic, sweet words. None of her past boyfriends had a clue how to seduce a woman. Raw knew what he was doing. He was experienced, maybe too experienced. She pushed that thought back, and came back to the moment.

             
He gently spread her with his fingers and took another taste, running his tongue lightly over her clit, and then dipping down. She was already so wet. He continued his slow, steady assault on her, but this time he teased, making it last.

             
Every time she was close, he would back off and give her a few seconds. She couldn't take it. She grabbed his head, pushing his mouth down on her and he obliged by taking her over the edge. She found herself yelling out his name. She knew that the others in the club might be able to hear her, but she didn't care. She was gasping for air as he stood up.

             
“You want this? We can stop. I want you, but I will leave. I want you decide,” he cautioned her. He knew he would leave regardless, but could he stay away?

             
She looked up at him from her reclined position on the bed. “I want this more than I have ever wanted anything in my whole life.”

             
It felt so liberating to make this choice. Her mom had kept such a short leash on her when it came to the club. So hypocritical of her though, with her fucking Dean all this time, but keeping her away. She was doing this all on her own and it felt great.

             
He scooped her under her waist, and moved her up further on the bed. He kissed her mouth and allowed his body to cover hers. She spread her legs, allowing him full access to her.

             
“This will be painful Bella Raven. For a moment pain, and then pleasure. You want now?”

             
She nodded, bracing for the pain, as he guided his cock with his hand,
slowly entering her.

             
He could feel her barrier. He hesitated, not sure how much pressure it would take to break it. He slowly pushed in more, until he felt the release.

             
She felt the barrier break, and the pain. He continued to go slow, as a tear escaped her. It was a tear of pain, and happiness. This is how she always wanted it, actually it was better. With someone that she trusts and that made her feel special. Check, she thought to herself.

             
He felt her relax and then she moaned. He kissed her tear away, and sped up his pace just a little. He didn't want to do too much, knowing that she had to be a little sensitive.  As she reacted and made little mewing sounds, he began to pick up his pace, all the while placing sweet kisses on her face.

             
“I thank you Bella, you give me gift here with you.” He smiled, looking down at her. “You ok?”

             
“Yes Raw, I am more than ok,” she assured him.

             
He took that as a sign that he could do more. He kneeled up, and pushed her legs farther apart.

             
“Bella, put arms at side,” he directed her. She complied and he took hold of her wrists, using them as leverage to go deep inside her. At this angle, everything changed for her. It felt so good.

             
“Harder, Raw,” she almost begged.

             
He slammed into her, at her request. He couldn't hold off much longer. Looking down at her face, and then down at the sight of where their bodies joined, he lost it. He let go of her wrists and pulled out, shooting come all over her belly. There was a faint pink tinge from her lost virginity. He collapsed next to her, and caught his breath.

             
“You stay, I clean you up.”

             
At first, she thought he was going to do something gross like lick it up, but he headed to the bathroom and ran the water in the sink. While he was out of sight, she poked a finger in it, rubbing it around between her finger and thumb. She was checking it out on her terms. She then tasted a little.. again, on her terms. When she had attempted to swallow some earlier, she hadn't really tasted it, because she was freaking out about the amount that she had to deal with. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad, just interesting.

             
He came back into the room with a wrung out washcloth. He gently cleaned her belly off, folded it, and cleaned up her pussy. She enjoyed being taken care of.

             
“You get dressed Bella. I take you to Meg,” he said, and went back into the bathroom.

             
She didn't want to go back. She wanted to spend as much time as she could with this man, before he disappeared.              

             
In the bathroom, Raw was reeling from the experience of this sweet, young woman giving herself so completely to him. He wanted to spend the night with her, but he didn't think he could let her go if he kept her around.

             
When he came out of the bathroom with his clothes back on, she was still on the bed, naked.

             
“I want to stay,” she commanded more than said.

             
“I gave you this. Now you are going to give me one night. One night, wrapped in your arms,” she said, clarifying what she wanted.

             
He had to give her that. He undressed, covered her with the blanket, and crawled in beside her.

Chapter 11

              Joel had remained tied to the chair. One of the brothers would come in every few hours and let him up to go to the bathroom, or eat. His entire body still ached from the beating. Anne was no longer bringing him anything, she just prepared it.

             
It was early morning and Joel woke to Drifter coming into his room.

             
“Gonna let you take a piss. Anne just got here, so your breakfast will be here soon,” Drifter told him, while he let him out of his restraints.

             
“What are you guys gonna do with me?” Joel asked. He knew that the hits were done, or in progress of being done. The lock down was a giveaway.

             
“You don't worry about that. We’ll let you know,” Drifter said to him, calmly.

             
Drifter saw Joel eye his shoulder holster.

             
“You really want to be dead, you stupid fuck? You take our Anne, and now you eyen' my piece? What the fuck. I thought you were smarter than that.”

             
“I just know my options are limited. I didn't arrange the hit knowing it was Scooter. I was just doing what I always do. I helped you guys find a great hit man, and find the one that almost killed Scooter. I fucked up taking Anne. I just thought you were going to kill me soon. I was desperate,” Joel tried to explain, as he stood and headed for the bathroom.

             
Drifter knew all of it was true. The stupid fucker should be looking at the names on those hits, especially working for a club.

             
Joel came back out, sat down, and got re-tied into his chair. Without anymore talking, Drifter left the room. As he came down the hall towards the main room, one of the doors opened. It was one of the extra rooms. He saw Raw pop his head out. Drifter started to say good morning, but right then, he was stopped in his tracks. Right behind Raw, stood Raven. What the fuck!