Lilith: Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club (5 page)

“Yeah, babe. Like that. Now
suck
my balls. Not too hard.” Her lips and tongue tease my sac. Her eyes are wet.
She blinks back the tears, being brave.

“Behind my balls,” I say,
“that
fuckin
’ no man’s land? Rub that.” She does and keeps
licking my nuts, and my knees bend. Some bitches are dirty whores who have
done
everything and only need discipline, but bitches like this—the innocent ones
who do what you say without putting up a fight—fuck, it’s hard to keep from
coming all over her face right now. “Take my dick in your mouth,” I say,
“and
slide your finger back, babe. Rim my asshole and dip the tip inside.”

She
fuckin
’
sucks me and fingers my ass. I grab her tits and don’t let go, focusing on
them
like they’re the only things keeping me from
blowin
’
my load. I’m
fuckin
’ excellent at control, but
Jesus,
this submissive little cunt’s got me all worked up.

“Take me in as deep as you
can,”
I tell her.

Her lips slide down my shaft
and
the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. She jerks back, trying not
to
gag. “Again,” I say. “Keep going.”

I cup the back of her head,
guiding her, not forcing. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to
thrust in and out of that sweet mouth, making her take every inch of
me.

“Faster,” I say. “Stroke the
base
at the same time.”

Slurping sounds and little
whimpers
meet my ears. Her tears fall freely now, from misery or having a cock down
her
throat, I don’t
fuckin
’ know. A surge of
something—anger maybe—shoots through her like electric, and she growls in
her
throat, bobbing her head and jerking me off as fast and deep as she
can.

“You want me to come, babe?” I
stroke her hair back from her face. “Look at me.”

Her watery, determined eyes
meet
mine, and she blinks. Watching her take me in, her hand working me at the
same
time—“Fuck, I’m done. Swallow my come, babe.”

My cock pulses, spurting in
her
mouth. She starts to back away, but I hold her steady. “Keep going. Suck me
dry.”

I unload, filling her mouth
before I let her back off me. She swallows hard and wipes her lips on the
back
of her hand. I reach out and run a finger down the side of her face. “That
was
beautiful, babe. You’re a quick learner.”

She sniffles and wipes her
tear-streaked cheeks. This bitch might crack in the next six days. We’re not
even close to covering all the basics. I’ll have to fuck her by the end of
the
day—no easing into this.

Fuckin
’ Lilith would’ve taken
everything I had to give by now and begged for more, laughing like the evil
bitch she was. She’s the type of woman a rush job like this calls for. If
only
she didn’t turn out to be a psychotic, devil worshiping murderer.

FIVE

“What
the fuck did you do to my V.P.?” Butch asks, walking into my room as I’m
getting dressed from my shower. “It’s like he’s shell-shocked or something.”

“You
wanted me to train him. I trained him.” I pull a clean t-shirt over my head
and
run my fingers through my wet hair.

“You
made him a goddamn zombie. What the fuck’s wrong with him?”

“A
lot,” I say, shrugging on my cut.

He
chuckles. “That’s true. Church in twenty.”

He
leaves my room, and I sit on my bed and put my head in my hands. What a
fuckin
’ day. The bitch is pretty good at oral as long as
I
tell her what to do. I had her on all fours on the bed to see how she liked
anal play. The second I touched her
ass
she
clenched
up and sobbed. Never did fuck her.

How
the hell do I make this little college bitch into a sex goddess by the end
of
the week? I typically take months. My bitches get to the point where they
anticipate what I want and how I want it; I don’t even need to speak a
word.

And
the future of the club’s business is riding on this.

Fuck.

The
brothers are
sittin
’ in the room outside
Butch’s
office around a long-ass table. Chairs line the
walls and some brothers stand. I lean in the doorway and cross my arms
waitin
’ for Lucky, the sergeant-at-arms, to call order
and
for Butch to get started. Pretty Randy’s pale and won’t make eye contact
with
anyone. I laugh silently to myself. That asshole got what he had coming. He’
ll
be back to his old ways in a day or two.

Church
goes quick. The only mention of my work here comes up when Pinch, the
treasurer, talks about money the chapter has
comin
’
in. There’s a general feeling of skepticism, like I’m gonna
fuckin
’
take a
shit
in the pot of gold that landed in
their
laps. Can’t blame ‘
em
though with what they saw of
Lilith and Randy on the T.V. monitor.

It
wraps up with Gunner
talkin
’ about the toy drive
that’s here at the compound the day after tomorrow. The Legion’s opening the
gates to the public in the name of Christmas, brotherly love, and getting in
good with the community, so the feds will stay off their asses.

Butch
eyes me, and I know what he’s
thinkin
’—the bitch
in
the basement can land all of us in the pen. But nobody’s
goin
’
in the
fuckin
’ basement, and she won’t make a
sound.
I’ll chain her to the wall, bolt the door, and hand out toys like I’m
fuckin
’ Saint Nick.

Lucky
calls Church to a close, and the brothers usher out, finding their way to
the
lounge to hit the bar and start their night of partying. I head to the
kitchen
to get food for the bitch in the basement.
Butch’s
old lady, Alice, is standing at the stove
stirrin
’
a
pot of chili.

“Butch
told me about your near miss with the bitch, who set the fire to her house,”
she says.

“Yeah,”
I say,
grabbin
’ a spoon and
dippin
’
it in the pot for a taste. “You never know what you’re gonna get when you
grab
bitches off the street like we do.”

She
shakes her head. “I hate it, Luc. I know the club needs money, and this is
our
best hope, but I won’t pretend I like it.”

“If
I were a bitch or an old lady, I wouldn’t either,” I say.

Alice
is a natural caretaker, a
fuckin
’ mom to us
all—even
if she is only about ten years older than me. Always
naggin
’
us to find a bitch and settle down, take an old lady. She likes to tell me
at
thirty-six that I’m too old for this shit, that I need to let a younger
brother
step in. Like if I stop
trainin
’ and
sellin
’ bitches, one of them will want to shack up with
me—marry my ass. Any bitch who knows my past and wants to be with me would
have
to be out of her
fuckin
’ skull. Like
fuckin
’ Lilith crazy.

She
ladles a bowl full of chili and puts the bowl on a plate with crackers.
“Take
this down to her. Least I can do is keep her from
starvin
’.”

I
squeeze Alice’s shoulder. “You know I don’t let my bitches starve.”

She
pats my hand. “Come back up and get you a bowl. Big, strong man like you
needs
to eat.”

“I’ll
be up in a bit to get some.” She’s such a
fuckin
’
sweetheart. Butch and her
ain’t
never had kids.
She
woulda
made someone a great mom. Mine spent her life
strung
out on coke. Let her dealer live with us. Motherfucker lit my back up like a
candle when he was pissed at her for
stealin
’
money
from him. Then, he stabbed her in the chest fifteen times. Been on my own
since
I was fourteen. Found the Legion two years later and got off the street in
exchange for pledging my loyalty.
Ain’t
never
looked
back.

Not
until the burn scars on the inside of that bitch, Lilith’s legs sent my
fuckin
’ brain spinning back into the past. I’ve had this
fuckin
’ foggy
feelin
’ hanging
over me since
seein
’ that shit.

I
see you.

I
know you.

I
am you.

If
it’s true, then it’s a
fuckin
’ tragedy. Nobody
should
be like me.

Balancing
the bowl of chili, I take the stairs down to the basement to find Randy
sittin
’ on the floor in the
fuckin
’
corner staring at the bitch on the bed. She’s huddled up in a ball under the
sheet like a
fuckin
’ baby doe with huge ass eyes,
scared as fuck.

“The
fuck you
doin
’ down here?” I ask him, sitting down
on
the side of the bed.

“
Nothin
’,” he says, standing up and heading for the door.
But I know what he’s
doin
’. Wrestling demons. I
put a
mirror to his
fuckin
’ face and gave him a look at
himself. He couldn’t take it. Not many of us can accept the darkness inside;
that’s why they leave this shit to me.

I
am
fuckin
’ darkness.

A
fuckin
’ shadow man.

“Here,
babe,” I say, shifting on the bed to face her. “Brought you
somethin
’
to eat.” I set the plate down holding the bowl and crackers and reach for
her,
stroke her hair. “Can’t let that shit get to you,” I tell her. “He’s
nothin
’.”

Nothin
’ compared to what she’ll be
dealin
’ with soon.

“Sit
up and eat. I need you strong. Got a lot of work to do.”

She
lays her head on her arm and closes her eyes. It’s a bad
fuckin
’
sign. She’s giving up. She doesn’t care what the fuck I do to her if she
doesn’t obey. It means I have to get really
fuckin
’
tough with her, and she’s like a little glass doll I could shatter into a
million pieces if I’m not careful.

“You
eat or I fuck you, right here, right now. Gonna happen anyway, but I was
easin
’ you into it. You start disobeying me and things
get
really
fuckin
’ intense for you, babe. So, what do
you
want to do, eat or fuck?”

She
sits up. Her lip trembles. “I’ll throw up if I eat,” she says.

I
move the chili and crackers to the floor beside the bed. She starts
cryin
’, knowing what’s coming next. I tug the sheet off
of
her and grab her ankle,
pullin
’ her to the center
of
the bed. She closes her eyes tight and turns her head away, as I kick my
boots
off and crawl in next to her. “I’m not gonna hurt ya, babe,” I tell her
palming
her flat stomach and running my hand up and down between her tits. “I’m
gonna
make you feel good.”

It’s
been a long time since I’ve fucked a bitch like I was her lover, all slow
and
careful. I’m not a gentle man, but this
fuckin
’
situation calls for
makin
’ this bitch feel
protected
and safe with me. It’s the only way to move into the harder, rougher shit
with
her in the next few days—without her
freakin
’ the
fuck out on me.

“Look
at me, babe,” I say,
rollin
’ onto my knees between
her legs. I take her by the chin and turn her face to me. She opens her
eyes,
and they skitter all over the room. “Up here,” I say, giving her head a
jerk.
She meets my eyes, her chest heaving. “I’m gonna teach you how this hot body
of
yours works, so no matter who’s
fuckin
’ you, you
can
get off.”

I
keep my eyes on hers and massage her tits, roll her fat, pink nipples
between
my fingers, and then dip my head down for a taste. She smells like sweat and
sex. Her skin’s salty and cold, but underneath there’s warmth and a heart
pounding a million
fuckin
’ beats a minute—hard,
like
it’s gonna bust right through her chest.

Fuck,
every bitch should have nipples like this. Like round
fuckin
’
cherry candies on my tongue. I latch my lips onto one and suck hard,
pinching
the other at the same time. “Do you feel that in your pussy, babe?” I ask
her,
raising my head enough to see her eyes. I keep pinching and plucking while
she
thinks about how she wants to answer, but I already know the truth. I see it
in
the hazy fear that’s come over her face. It feels
fuckin
’
good, and she’s afraid of what that means.

“You
don’t have to answer,” I say. “Your body doesn’t
fuckin
’
lie.” I sit back and slide two fingers along the folds of her cunt. She’s
wet.
I lift my fingers and show her. She takes a deep, shaky breath, and looks
away.

I
lick her tits a few more times before stalking lower, gripping her by her
hips
as my shoulders push her thighs open wide.

She
has a patch of dark hair over her pussy. The rest is bare. I rub my nose in
her
soft pubes and inhale her musky scent. “Your hot, wet pussy smells so
fuckin
’ good, babe.” I part her lips with my thumbs, and
she squirms under me until I tongue her folds, flicking the tip between her
soft skin and sliding down to her opening. I push my tongue inside, and she
freezes, her hands gripping her thighs.

Bitch
doesn’t want to like it, but she does. They always do.

I
open her legs even wider and push two fingers inside and bend them while I
push
and pull, massaging the swollen bump on her upper wall. “Right here, babe,”
I
say, looking up her body to find her watching me. “When you fuck, you want
to
move, so the guy’s cock hits you right here.” I keep finger-fucking her,
watching as her eyes stay closed a little longer each time she blinks. Her
lips
part, and her head drops back a bit. With every stroke of my fingers, she’s
wetter.

I
fight to keep going, touching no other part of her, and when her pelvis
rocks
once, I know she’s close. I speed up, finger-fucking her faster and faster.
Her
fingers dig into her thighs, and her head pushes back into the pillow. She
gasps. My fingers are clenched tight in her pulsing hole, and I don’t stop
until she’s twitching on the bed.

“You
ever come like that, without
rubbin
’ your clit,
babe?” I ask.

She
shakes her head back and forth on the pillow. “Now you know how,” I say,
then
dive back in for more of her sweet
fuckin
’ pussy.
I
suck her clit fast and hard, bringing on a second orgasm. She whimpers this
time, and her heels dig into my back.

I
sit up on my knees and watch her recover, running my hands up her body to
grab
on to her addictive
fuckin
’ nipples again. “Time
to fuck,
babe. This isn’t gonna be anything like you’re expecting. This first time I’
ll
take it easy on you. Make you come again. After this, it’s gonna be
different.”

I
unzip my pants and shove them down around my hips. I might be playing the
boyfriend role tonight while I fuck her, but I won’t break my rule of
getting
naked with a bitch. No skin on skin intimate bullshit. No horror at seeing
my
burned back. No
fuckin
’ pity from bitches, who are
about to be sold into
fuckin
’ hell. They’re the
ones
to
fuckin
’ pity.

I
push her knees up and apart, and slap my hard cock against her pussy, then
rub
it between her folds, getting my shaft wet. “Not gonna come inside you,
babe,”
I say, pushing into her. She’s so
fuckin
’ tight;
it
takes my breath away. My ass clenches, and I swear to god that I see
fuckin
’ stars in front of my eyes. Her eyebrows are knit
in
concentration, like she’s holding back on me.