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Authors: Carmen Faye
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“Handcuffs? How funny. I didn’t notice them.”
“When he was leaning forward in the chair, his shirt rose so that I could see them as I came in. He’s probably so used to them being back there, he forgot he was wearing them.”
“Always the little things, and so obvious they are passed over as unimportant,” Orlin mused. “So, si, off with you. I’ll see you Thursday morning?”
“Yes, say, nine?”
“Perfect.”
CHAPTER THREE
“Cyn? I’m really fucking scared right now,” Daphne whimpered as they climbed the stairs.
“So am I, baby. But I rode in with you, and I’m riding out with you. That much you can depend on,” Cyn promised, and the fierceness in her voice was a comfort to Daphne’s ears.
They reached the door with the sign reading “Management.” Since they were expected, they knocked and opened the door without waiting for a response.
Inside the room were Knight, Ben, Larry, James, Halo, and Gary. The men were standing around the room, leaving the two visitor chairs available. Cyn took the hint, and, after setting the boxes down by the door, she took Daphne’s hand and led her to the chairs. Daphne’s hand was shaking violently inside her own.
Before they sat down, she hugged Daphne and kissed her lips. “Remember what I told you. That’s the way of it.”
“Alright,” Daphne said, and she calmed down noticeably.
Knight gave them a welcoming smile, but there was concern in his eyes. “Just a moment, Daphne, and I’ll get Hank on the speaker phone for us.”
Hank came on the line. “Hello”
“Can you hear me alright?” Knight asked.
“Sounds good, and I’ve got about an hour, so take your time,” Hank told them.
Knight looked at Daphne. “Alright, Daphne, what is it you need to tell us?”
She began her story slowly, about coming home to find Derrick jacked up already on meth, and then led her listeners to the clearing. Cyn could feel the tension in the room growing. Knight was still as stone as he listened. Ben was, too. James shaded his eyes with his hand, and Cyn believed he had already figured out where this was going. She gripped Daphne’s hand more tightly, letting her know that she was still there. If it was her and Daphne against the world, then so be it.
Daphne told them that Derrick wanted to watch it all burn, that she told him that she loved him, and then shot him.
The room was dead silent. Cyn looked around, and the faces she saw were full of concern and support. Daphne was too afraid to look up. Her body was trembling in anticipation of banishment and punishment.
Knight broke the silence. “First off — and I know that I don’t have to say this to anyone in this room, so don’t take offense, but Daphne should hear it and know from my lips exactly where I stand on this. First off, this doesn’t leave this room. A breath of this, and the repercussions will be swift and extremely harsh. Our sister, using strength I’m not sure any of us possess and suffering pain of the deepest kind, saved our lives. I will not tolerate betrayal of her sacrifice.”
In unison, the men around the room said, “Here, here.”
Knight nodded at this expected response. “Second, the murder of Derrick will go unsolved. Hank? That means, unfortunately, that you are likely to continue receiving the unjust treatment you have been the target of these last few weeks.”
Hank’s voice was clear. “Like that is anything next to what Daphne has done for us. I accept that dark mile willingly, and I’ll ride it fearlessly.”
Daphne’s head rose as what she heard began to sink in.
Knight gave her a soft smile. “I take it that those are the boxes that Derrick was going to sell to Ernando — may that bastard’s soul rot in hell.”
Cyn said, “Yes. We decided that maybe you should have them, or burn them, or do what you think is best.”
Daphne’s voice broke with a painful whisper. “Am I still allowed to come here?”
James was the one who moved, and he moved swiftly, bending to his knee and pulling Daphne into a lover’s embrace. Then he kissed her and brushed back her hair. “Yes, Daphne. Yes. If you are not allowed here, then who could be?”
Daphne searched his eyes, kissed him back lightly, and then touched his hair. “Thank you, but I’m sort of riding with Boston now.”
Hank’s laugher was what set off the room in an explosion of tension release. James was the last to get it, but when he did, his smile was angelic. He took her hand and kissed it, and said with a mock pout, “I understand.” Then he stood and returned to his place against the wall.
“Daphne?” Knight began. “You have been through a lot, probably more than even you realize. Your sister Cyn has been helping you, I hear. But at some time in the future, this will come down on you, and with that in mind, I would like you to talk to a friend of mine. A very dear friend, who you can tell anything to, including this. Normally, she would have to report such a confession to the police, but she will not do so with you. I promise you this. She has helped me in the past, and I’m quite sure she will help me in the future. Will you go to her? I’ll make the appointment for you myself.”
Daphne looked to Cyn, who smiled. “I love you, but I’m not a counselor. I’ll take you, though. And be there to take you home after. Alright?”
“Alright,” Daphne said, and she looked to Knight. “Alright. For how long?”
“That’s up to you. It’s your dark road, but why make it harder? It’s hard enough already. A commitment of two months doesn’t seem like too much, does it?”
Daphne nodded. “Alright. I’ll go.”
“Good, very good,” Knight told her, and then turned to Larry. “Where are we at with the legal system regarding Daphne?”
“From everything that I’ve heard, after her statement, she is not a person of interest. They are sure that this is a gang issue and that Derrick was executed either by us or a rival club. With the verification that Ernando was involved, this strengthened that theory to the point of fact. I don’t believe that Daphne has anything to worry about. If it ever does become an issue, or if they come sniffing around again, Daphne, you have my number.”
“Alright,” Daphne agreed, her voice still soft, even shy. She was not quite sure whether to believe it or not.
“Good,” Knight said. “Now, new business that is related.”
“Excuse me, Knight,” Hank said. “I should probably get off the line now, but before I go: Daphne? You have my full support in this, and that includes everything. You’ll never hear me complain about the rumors or anything else. I got your back on this.”
“Thank you, Hank,” she said, bursting into tears. “I’ve treated you so badly. I’m so sorry!”
“No worries, sister. Like I said, I got your back. Cyn?”
“Yes?”
“Love you and see you soon.”
“Love you too, lover.” Cyn said, and Hank ended the call.
“Now, back to what I was saying. There is a term that was used by the Norse warriors: shieldmaiden. Are you familiar with this term, Cyn?”
“Yes. It was what they called the women who fought like the men did. Hervor is a famous woman who comes to mind. There is a theory that the legends of the Valkyrie come from the shieldmaidens.”
“Yes, that is exactly the way I recall the term as well,” Knight agreed. “I would like to propose a new rank in our order. We have the brothers, the patch holders, and we have sisters. I would like to propose a rank of
Shield Sister
who will have their own patch, which will be a variation of our own. They will have the right of general vote, to ride with the pack, and access to club resources as a patch holder would. This group would be made up of women who have distinguished themselves by actions, deeds, or support to the club. Membership would be a vote of confidence from the officers, but only on the sponsorship of three Shield Sisters. What do you say?”
“Second,” Halo said.
“Vote,” James commanded.
All hands rose.
“Carried,” James announced.
“Good, that’s good. Now,” Knight said as he smiled and leaned back in his chair, “of course, we’re going to need three shield sisters or there will never be one. I propose that Daphne, Cyn, and Sally be our first Shield Sisters. I don’t believe anyone has done more for the club than Sally’s long-term, deep commitment to the members. Cyn has shown great commitment and fierce determination. She has also gained the respect of myself and many of you. And Daphne — Daphne has given everything. And though the club will never know exactly what she has given, I think that she should at the very least have the respect that she has earned.”
“Second,” Ben said.
“Vote,” James commanded.
All hands rose once again.
“Carried,” James confirmed.
“Halo? You are our best artist. Think you can come up with a patch worthy of our Shield Sisters?”
“I’ll give it my best,” Halo answered.
“Then I’ll consider that task completed, because your best has always exceeded expectation. Now, Shield Sisters, we have other business to discuss, but it would be nice for you to hang around a bit so that when I announce our new rank, people will see who we are talking about.”
“I think we can manage that, and thank you,” Cyn told him as she stood and guided Daphne out.
Daphne turned and looked back. “Does this mean I can’t ride on the back with Boston? That I have to get my own bike?”
“No,” Knight chuckled, “not at all.”
“Alright.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Cyn woke before Hank and watched him sleep. Hank had a good face, she decided. His face didn’t change all that much when he was awake, as his muscles formed the mask presented to the world. She thought this was a good sign that she was getting what she saw.
She woke at seven o’clock, just like she had done over the last few weeks with Daphne. The two of them had fallen so easily into a routine. Waking at seven, wrapped around each other, they would caress and sooth their warm bodies under the covers until they began what Daphne called their “together time.” And even that was in concert; their mutual orgasms took them together. Only a couple of times, just after Cyn began to join Daphne in masturbating, which Daphne claimed she loved, did Cyn climax several minutes after Daphne. She put it down to nerves, since she had never done anything like that before.
Now it was seven o’clock and her body wanted its morning orgasm. It didn’t matter that Hank had fucked her wild last night. He had actually tied her to the bed post! She couldn’t believe she was letting him do that. He did it well, too: he didn’t bind her too tight, so her hands didn’t lose circulation, but definitely securely, which she tested and re-tested for over two hours of Hank’s use of her.
The man really knew how to lick a pussy. He knew some surprising things about breasts, too, which shocked her — seriously, they were her breasts! Why didn’t she know about that? She decided that she needed to spend some serious time just getting to know her body. Bath time seemed like the perfect environment to simply explore erogenous zones.
Hank explored her completely last night, spending serious time with her ass, her legs, her back, and her breasts. Being tied to the bed post, all she could do was squirm and experience his explorations.
Her ass was definitely the most surprising. Previous lovers never spent much time with her ass. They liked to look at it, and enjoyed taking her from behind, but they didn’t spend any time massaging and exploring her ass. A grab here and there was all she got from them, and that really didn’t do much for her.
Hank sat on her legs and spent at least thirty minutes massaging and rubbing her ass. She was fucking dying from the height of her arousal. Cyn was begging Hank to fuck her. Then she was pleading for him to just touch her, to rub her clit for just a few moments! Please! But no, he just kept rubbing and massaging her ass. God, it felt so fucking good.
If her hands hadn’t been tied, she would have pounced on him or rubbed herself off long before he got her that worked up. The level of her arousal and need was maddening. She was up for anything by the time he was through.
Anything
. Service his friends? Sure. Daphne going down on her? Yes, baby, please! Thinking about it now was disconcerting, to say the least. That level of wantonness simply hadn’t happened before last night. There had been nothing else on her mind, no other thoughts. She had just wanted to fuck. She never would have believed she could be in such a state without, say, heroin being used on her.
After bringing her to that state with her ass, he turned her over, sat on her hips, and began with her breasts, which by that time would have accepted any type of stimulation as arousing. He milked her breasts one at a time, using both hands to caress and fondle her flesh. Then he began pulling on her nipples while milking her, and holy fuck, was that a shock. She discovered something like an electrical connection between her nipples and her clit.
Then she came!
She was stunned. She never experienced a climax before without direct stimulation to her clit or being fucked. She came again when he moved over to her left breast. Her climaxes, though, did little to lower her level of arousal.
When Hank finally got around to spending time with her pussy, her eyes were rolling with need like those of a wild horse trapped by fire.
The man spent close to an hour with her pussy, taking her all the way to the other side of the spectrum. From being so wanton she was offering outrageous sexual services — including cleaning his bike naked in front of the house to entertain his brothers — to being so over-stimulated she couldn’t breathe enough to beg and had no language to beg with.
Then he fucked her.
So, yes, he had fucked her
wild,
and yet here she was, seven o’clock in the morning with a body ready for together-time, and she was seriously turned on. It was insane. With the orgasms she had last night, she expected to be satisfied for at least a year. Maybe more. Nope. Her body wanted Daphne and stimulation. Now, please.
Well, Daphne wasn’t here, and Hank was like putting a match out with a fire hose.
Pulling back the covers very gently so as not to wake him up, she looked at his cock. It never appeared truly soft. This morning, it was at half-mast. After his two climaxes last night, one from fucking her between her flailing legs, ass in his hands, and the other from behind, she wondered if he would climax again this soon.
Yesterday afternoon, after holding each other for several hours and then having together-time, Daphne had asked if they could try something else. She called it
scissors
. She would straddle Cyn’s thigh, which would put her thigh between Cyn’s legs. Then they would use their hips to rub their clits against each other.
Cyn wasn’t sure she could get off that way, and it really sounded like it would be far more intimate than rubbing one out together, which was already more intimate than she had expected them to be. Her concern there was for Daphne, especially after Daphne claimed that she would be her “bitch,” and then her confession that she had killed Derrick.
Cyn loved Daphne, but it was very obvious now that Daphne was
in love
with Cyn. When Derrick had announced that Cyn would definitely be killed, Daphne had decided that Derrick had to be stopped. Not before then, when it was everyone else: only when Derrick specifically included Cyn in that group did she go get the gun and shoot him.
Now, Cyn felt that Daphne was seeking validation for that act. She even said,
I did it for you
. So, how much should she give Daphne? How far would be far enough? Would it ever be enough to validate killing her husband?
Cyn wouldn’t even be alive right now to ask these questions if it hadn’t been for her actions in that clearing. The next day, the day of the attack, Hank would have already been dead. She would have lost that battle with Ernando without his help. So, how much did she owe Daphne? How much was healthy for her?
It was a good thing that Knight had pressed her to get some counseling. Cyn was committed to being here for two more months, until Daphne had at least that much counseling, before following Hank. They had talked about that last night, and he had agreed that it would be a good thing to do.
What would Hank think of together-time progressing to scissor-time?
Right now, her body thought it was a great idea, and if she didn’t do something soon, it was going to become very uncomfortable. Staring at Hank’s cock wasn’t helping, either. Eying Hank’s long leg, she thought perhaps a variation of scissor-time could be a good idea — to test the waters.
Easing over as softly as she could, she got Hank’s leg between her thighs and her mouth around his cock. As she sucked, she rubbed her clit against his leg with the motion of her hips. And fuck, if that didn’t feel really good! Having Hank’s cock in her mouth while she did this is certainly a major turn-on, but she had no doubt that she could move up to be across his thigh, lay down on his body, and bring herself to climax with no trouble at all. Imagining doing that brought her to her first climax of the day.
Hank’s cock was a rock by this time, though he still didn’t appear to be awake yet. He could be faking. But why would he fake? She would suck him off either way, or ride him if he would like, or whatever he wanted to do — except perhaps going as far as he did last night. Starting out the morning with tied-up sex would likely have long-term effects on her throughout the rest of the day.
Thinking about tied-up sex brought her to her second climax of the morning. After that, she was fully invested in sucking Hank off, taking him as deep as she could, massaging the bottom of his cock with her tongue, and stroking him with passionate hands.
When he came, it sounded painful. His hands gripped her head and his hips fucked his cock into her mouth. And god, his scream! Holy shit! And that set off her third climax of the morning, which was intense.
After showering together, they enjoyed a light breakfast out on his porch. Another chair had materialized out there with a small table yesterday. It was beautiful, watching the morning mists rising and evaporating in the growing sunlight.
“Boston rode Daphne home last night,” she told him.
“Yes?” Hank inquired.
“I’m going to go up and check on her after breakfast. It’s probably too soon for her to get sexual with someone, but if she did, she might be experiencing some serious emotions over it. Twelve years with the same man, and only him, and he was her first man. That’s got to have some hardwired effects on a gal.”
“He had everything and couldn’t see that he was selling out for less,” Hank mused. “Ride out of here in style. What the hell does that mean, anyway?”
“What do you think of Boston?”
“He’s lost quite a bit of weight and replaced it with some serious muscle,” Hank pointed out.
“True, but I was thinking more about him as a man, a person.”
“He’s going to be a pillar of the club soon, I think. He’s rediscovering his values, and he’s finding his way through life after war. If you’re asking will he be good
for
Daphne, I don’t know, but he will be good
to
her.”
She called Daphne before she left to ask if she was alone. She said yes and gave an urgent, “Good,” when Cyn said she was going to drop in.
Daphne was in a bit of a state when Cyn came through the door, and she turned as if to run to her, but then restrained herself. Instead, she paced with the nail of her thumb between her teeth.
“Did Boston spend the night?” Cyn asked, trying to sound causal.
“No, he didn’t! But we made out on the couch for a couple of hours. I thought he was going to take me into the bedroom, but he didn’t. He said he had to go, and kissed me again at the door. Then he left.”
Cyn thought about the state she was in at seven this morning. Daphne was turned on last night, he left, and then she woke up alone this morning.
She must be losing her mind.
Cyn tossed her jacket on the couch and then took her boots off. When she removed her shirt, Daphne stopped pacing. She watched closely as Cyn removed her pants and then came toward her while removing her bra.
“Need some together-time, baby?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” Daphne sighed. “I didn’t know if I could ask. I mean, it’s hard. I need you, but I don’t want to offend you or ask too much or—”
“Shhh, baby. Just take me to bed, we’ll talk after,” Cyn gold her.
Daphne had always shied from Cyn’s breasts or ass, and definitely from between her thighs. They touched and caressed shoulders and necks and backs. Near climax, their legs would rub together. But Daphne stayed away from anything that might be “lezzy.” She did this for Cyn’s comfort, and Cyn appreciated the self-control.
Scissor-time would break all of those boundaries. No, it wasn’t going down on each other, and it wasn’t fucking each other with fingers or dildos, but what she had experienced with Hank this morning told her that it was much more than just rubbing clits.
Naked, they were entwined: hands on shoulders and backs, legs wrapped and softly rubbing. Daphne was shaking, but it looked like in a good way.
“Daphne?”
“Yes?”
“Scissors feels like it will be much more intimate.”
Daphne looked down, away from her eyes. “It is,” she admitted.
“I’m more afraid of leading you on than doing it with you. I know you are in love with me, and I really cherish that, and god, I wish I could be in love with you that way. I really do. But we’ve been sleeping together now for over a month, and it just isn’t happening for me. Even if Hank wasn’t in my life at all, even if we broke up, I wouldn’t turn to you as a lover. Do you understand that? Really understand?”
