Lilith: Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club (6 page)

Resisting
the urge to fuck her senseless, I stay on top, starting in missionary until
she
relaxes. Thrusting in and out of her, I take one of those fat, red, candy
nipples into my mouth and suck on it. I thrust deeper, then alternate with
short, fast strokes. She starts to breathe out of her mouth, gasping for
air.

I
sit back on my heels and hook my arms around her legs, pulling her onto me.
My
cock’s angled to hit that sweet spot inside her. “Remember what I told you,
babe? Is my cock rubbing you in the right spot?”

“Y-yes,”
she whispers and fuck me if she doesn’t wrap her legs around my back and
rock
into me.

“That’s
it, babe. Take it. Come on my cock.”

She’s
still a little hesitant, but the more we thrust together, and my cock teases
her cunt, the more she lets go. She wants it bad. Real
fuckin
’
bad. After a few minutes, she can’t take it anymore. She grinds her hips,
circling
and pumping, aching for release that won’t come. I grab her hips and take
control, fucking her as fast as I can without blowing my load. She starts to
whimper again. “Rub your clit, babe. Now.”

She
reaches down and rubs fast circles on her clit with one finger, and then
cries
out as a hard-ass orgasm hits her. I slow down, putting her ass back onto
the
bed and hovering over her, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and
giving her a minute before we move into another position. “Clit and cunt
orgasm
at the same time,” I say. “Blew your mind, didn’t it, babe?”

She
nods, her eyes closed and still gasping for air. I lie on my back and roll
her
onto me. “Show me how you fuck on top.” I push her shoulders back, so she’s
sitting upright, straddling my hips. I lift her up. “Put my cock in, babe.”

She
glances to the door, like she wants to bolt. She knows she can’t fight me,
but
she’s
thinkin
’ about taking a chance at running. I
reach up and grab her by the hair, give it a hard tug. “I’m being nice,
babe.
It don’t come easy for me, so thank your
fuckin
’
lucky stars and shove my dick in your cunt before I have to get mean with
you.”

 Her
eyes travel down over my chest to my cock, like she’s seeing it for the
first
time—like she hasn’t fucked me or sucked me off already. Her arms shake, and
she looks like she just woke up to find herself in a real-life nightmare,
like
all along she’s been asleep and having a really
fuckin
’
shitty dream. Reality just smacked this bitch in the face.

I
grab my cock and settle it at her opening, then thrust up into her. Holding
onto her hips, I fuck her hard, bringing her back to the place where she
accepts all of this—her new fate in life. With bitches like her, controlling
her physically is the easy part. She goes along with what I want, too afraid
to
refuse, but controlling her mind is a game of
fuckin
’
Ping-Pong. Her mind jumps back and forth so fast between acceptance and
denial,
there’s only one way to take the
reigns
. Denied
orgasm. The bitch will want it so bad, she’ll be
beggin
’
at my feet,
doin
’ anything I want.

“Your
turn to fuck, babe. Up on your feet and squat down onto me.” I get her into
position, so her feet are flat on the bed at my hips and she’s squatting
down,
taking my cock inside with her hands pressed on my stomach. She starts out
slow, lifting and lowering herself about a
fuckin
’
inch. I grab her waist and take her deep, pull her up until she’s almost off
of
me, and then, I slam her back down. After a few times, she’s doing it
herself,
even speeding up. I pinch and pull those
fuckin
’
nipples that I’ll dream about tonight while her tits bounce up and down.

She
closes her eyes and lets her head fall, her hair draping both sides of her
face. When she starts to grind on me, I reach between us and stroke her clit
with
my thumb. She throws her head back and lets out a small moan, telling me it’
s
time to lift her up off of me.

Orgasm
denied, bitch.

Her
eyes tilt in confusion as she sits on the bed and pulls her knees to her
chest.
“You wanted to run, babe,” I tell her. “I saw that look on your face when I
told you to take my cock in. You were looking straight at that door and
thinkin
’ about
takin
’ off.
That
pussy’s not gonna come again until you accept that there’s no way out of
this.”

She
stares at me, poker-faced, like she doesn’t know what to make of her
punishment. She doesn’t even know it’s a punishment yet, but she will. “Lay
down. I’m gonna come on your tits.”

She
lies back. Up on my knees beside her, I grab my dick and jerk off with one
hand
while
rubbin
’ those pretty
fuckin
’
nipples with the other. If I could eat her
fuckin
’
nipples, I would. The pressure builds in my balls. I run my hand down her
body
and through her slick folds. I tap my fingertip on her clit a few times
until
her legs part for me, and then I take my hand away.

I
bend over so I can rub the head of my cock around her fat nipple, smacking
it
and flicking it with my cock. It’s all I can stand. I let go and cover those
ruby nipples with come.

Before
I leave, I cuff her wrists to the bed. “So you can’t get yourself off,
babe,” I
say. “Get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow, we get
fuckin
’
serious.”

A
tear streaks down from her eye to her hairline, disappearing into the
pillow.
She’s so
fuckin
’ young. Had her whole
fuckin
’ life ahead of her and had to show up to jog when
we
were
lookin
’ for a bitch to snatch. I can count on
one hand the number of times I’ve felt guilty in my life for the shit I’ve
done, and
fuckin
’
lookin
’
down at her, this is one of ‘
em
.

Maybe
I need to deny my own orgasms until I stop
thinkin
’
like a
fuckin
’ pussy.

SIX

I
wake up
goin
’
fuckin
’
stir-crazy. It always happens when I train a bitch, but usually I can take
some
time off, get out, and ride. This time, I need every
fuckin
’
hour of the one week I’ve got to train.

The
common room’s a
fuckin
’ mess. Beer cans all over
the
place, a used condom on the couch, overflowing ashtrays. Maybe Alice is
right,
and I’m
gettin
’ too old for this shit.

Most
of the brothers don’t wake up ‘til noon unless they got a job to get to. The
only other person up with me at nine in the morning is Butch. He’s
sittin
’ at his desk,
drinkin
’
coffee, Alice on the sofa
talkin
’ his ear
off.

“Come
in,” he says when he sees me outside his door. He waves me inside, and Alice
gets up to leave.

“Club
business,” she says. “I know.” She pats my cheek on her way by.

After
she’s gone, Butch motions for me to sit. “How’s the training
comin
’ along?”

“It’s
good,” I say, leaning back and stretching my legs out in front of me. “She’s
young and pretty damn innocent, but she’s learning.”

“Got
an email,” he says, eyeing me. “She needs to be able to take a beating. She
can’t go all
fuckin
’ catatonic when he takes his
fists to her.”

“No,”
I say, sitting up straight. “She’s not the bitch for that. She will
absolutely
go
fuckin
’ catatonic. She’s submissive enough to
be a
slave for sex and
fetchin
’ shit, all that Dom/sub
bullshit, but she’s not strong enough to get the fuck beat out of her and
not
have it break her.”

“It’s
what he wants, Luc.”

“Then
I need more time and the right bitch. She
ain’t
it.”

He
taps his finger on his coffee mug. “You got a soft spot for this bitch?
Gettin
’ too close?”

I
shake my head, chuckling in
fuckin
’
disbelief.

“I’ll
have Randy do the dirty work,” he says. “You don’t have to be the bad guy
with
this bitch.”

I
bolt to the edge of my seat. “Randy doesn’t
fuckin
’
touch her. Not without me
givin
’ him instruction.”

Butch
leans back and sighs, clutching the arms of his chair. “Get out for a while.
I’ll have Alice get the bitch fed and showered.”

“I
don’t need to get out. I need to get back down there and get to work.” I
stand
up. “The cartel has to know that a week isn’t doable.”

“It
has to be.”

“They
won’t get what they want from bitches who I’ve spent a week with. I’ve built
LLMC’s rep by making sure the bitches we deliver are ready to go. Would you
sell them a gun that won’t
fuckin
’ fire?”

“It’s
not the same thing, Luc, and you know--”

I
lean on his desk, smacking my palms down hard to get his attention. It’s the
same thing. These bitches are a product we’re
sellin
’.
If they’re defective, nobody’s gonna buy from us anymore. Give me time to do
my
fuckin
’ job, Butch.”

The
way he’s
squeezin
’ the arms of his chair, he wants
to
fuckin
’ strangle me. I don’t give a fuck. I can do
this shit on my own without LLMC, but I’m loyal to my brothers who stood by
me
when I had nobody else and was in a bad
fuckin
’
way.
“Let me talk to Big Tex and Flatiron, see what they think.”

Big
Tex and Flatiron are the presidents of the Texas and Arizona LLMC chapters.
I
nod, knowing it doesn’t
fuckin
’ matter what they
think. Nobody’s
makin
’ any money with bitches who
don’t know how to be a slave.

I
leave his office, but before I go to the basement, I find Alice. “I need a
favor,” I say.

“Anything,
hon. What is it you need?”

“Hair
bleach and bikini wax.”

She
presses her lips tight. “I sure wish you would get out of this, Luc. Let
someone else do it. You got a big heart in you—if you’d let it out.”

“My
heart’s not so big,” I say, trying my best to not shut her down and tell her
she’s just
fuckin
’ wrong about me.

“I’ll
go to the store and bring you want you need,” she says. “I don’t suppose you
’d
let me do it for you?”

“No.
It has to be me.”

“That
girl’s going to learn to depend on you, then she’ll be torn away. It’ll be
like
she’s been kidnapped all over again.”

“She’s
not here to start a happy little life with me. She knows that. She doesn’t
trust me. She doesn’t want to stay here with me. She knows she’s preparing
to
be handed over to the cartel.”

“Why
do I hear resentment in your voice?” Alice asks, cocking an eyebrow at
me.

“You
don’t,” I say. “I gotta get down there. She’s cuffed to the bed, and she’s
probably pissed all over herself by now.”

I
take her horror-stricken expression as my invitation to leave. On my way
back
through the common room, I pass Randy on his way to
Butch
’s
office. “You done being a pussy?” I ask him, “Or you got more
cryin
’ to do?”

“Watch
yourself,” he says. “Or you’ll find out who the pussy is.”

“I
already know who the pussy is, dumbass,” I call after him. “You.”

Butch
better not tell him to beat my bitch, or all
fuckin
’
hell will break loose. I’m not
havin
’ nobody, not
even the
prez
,
tellin
’
me
what to do when it comes to
trainin
’ my
bitches.

I
jog down the basement steps and unlock the door. She’s got her legs crossed
and
looks to me with anxious eyes. “I’m
comin
’, babe.”

I
take her cuffs off and help her to her feet. She stumbles over to the corner
where a toilet sits beside the utility tub. “Hop under the shower head
beside
you when you’re done
takin
’ a piss,” I tell her.
“Only cold water down here and no soap, but you can rinse off.”

Her
chin hits her chest as she pisses, like
havin
’ me
watchin
’ is the most humiliating thing she’s been
through.
Some bitches I will never understand.

She
steps under the showerhead and turns the lever. Water drizzles out, hits her
chest, and she jumps back. Fuck, if I don’t want to take her upstairs and
toss
her ass in a nice hot shower, soap her up, press her against the wall and
sink
my dick in her.

My
mind should not be
fuckin
’
goin
’
there.

“Hurry
the fuck up,” I say.

She
splashes water all over herself, rubbing her skin, and getting her hair wet.
“That’s good,” I say. “Get the fuck over here.”

She
turns the water off and walks over to me, slipping and catching her balance
before she falls. “I gotta toughen you up, babe. You gotta learn to take
shit
you don’t want to take. Shit that might hurt. Shit that scares you.
Havin
’ a cock shoved down your throat ‘til you gag is
nothin
’, understand?”

Her
head and shoulders tremble as she gives me a slight nod.

I
take her by the arm over to the wall and cuff her wrists and ankles, making
sure her legs are spread. Then, I take three small clamps out of my jeans
pocket and show them to her. “I’m not gonna lie, babe. This will
fuckin
’ hurt at first, but a lot of bitches get off on
this
shit. You might be one of ‘
em
.”

She
sucks her lips in and bites down on them. Her perfect
fuckin
’
red nipples are hard as rocks,
beggin
’ me for the
clamps.
I take one mouth-watering nipple between my teeth and give it a little nip
first, testing her. She flinches, but that’s it.

I
clamp both nipples at once. She grits her teeth and groans, glaring at me.
“That’s it, babe. Take it. Be pissed, but take it.”

I
kneel in front of her and spread her pussy. Very
fuckin
’
carefully, I clamp her inner lips and clit. She cries out, then takes a
shaky
breath, and finally steadies herself.

I
stand and step back. With her dark hair wet and dripping down her body and
with
those
fuckin
’ clamps on, I could
fuckin
’
come in my pants just
lookin
’ at her.

Her
rage fades away, and she starts sobbing. It happens every time I break out
the
kinky shit like the clamps. Even though she was violated by Randy and me, to
her, it was just jacking off, a little oral, some missionary and girl on
top—probably nothing she hasn’t done with her boyfriend. Now she knows what
she’s in for. And this is just the
fuckin
’ tip of
the
iceberg.

I
take off my leather belt and wrap it around her head, making her bite down
on
it as I tie it, creating a gag. Cuffed, gagged, and clamped, she’s a
fuckin
’ site. I stand in front of her and squeeze her
ass.
Knowing she’s not comfortable with anal, I’m gonna force her into
it.

I
run my finger down her crack, feeling her clench her ass. “Don’t fight it,
babe,” I whisper in her ear. “It’ll hurt if you fight it.”

She
shakes her head and begs behind the belt in her mouth.

“It
feels good,” I say. “Let me show you.”

She
unclenches, and I take that as permission. Or resignation. Either way, I
spread
her ass cheeks with one hand and lick my finger on the other. I step beside
her, her hip against my crotch and stroke her asshole with the tip of my
finger. She flinches and arches her back, then settles in, knowing there’s
more. I slide my finger inside, up to the first knuckle then with my other
hand, slide two fingers inside her pussy. I work them in and out of her
slowly,
not too deep, and let her get used to the sensation. Her body relaxes, her
head
tilts to the side, resting against her arm bound overhead.

“Not
so bad, huh, babe?”

I
want to step behind her and fuck her in the ass, but know that would be a
deal
breaker. Maybe tomorrow, but not today. This is enough for now.

I
keep a steady rhythm and let it build inside her as my cock grows hard, and
I
can smell her hot pussy. Her juices drip down my fingers. She’s so
fuckin
’ wet; I want to make her gush come.

I
push my finger into her ass a little more and speed up. The sound of her wet
pussy taking my fingers in is
fuckin
’
killin
’ me. “Babe, when you feel pressure, like you’ve
got
to piss, don’t hold it back. Push down and let it out.”

I
finger fuck her holes as fast as I can, practically lifting her off the
ground.
She starts mumbling and moaning, pulling at the chains. “Push my fingers out
and come all over me, babe,” I say. Her pussy and ass smell so fucking good,
I
open my mouth and kiss her shoulder, licking and biting, wishing to fuck I
was
lapping up that juice between her legs.

She
twitches and shudders, then cries out behind the gag as come gushes from her
pussy and drips down my wrist, pooling between her feet on the floor. I
fight
the urge to make it happen again and again. She’s shaking and crying.
“Intense,
huh, babe?” I say, easing my fingers out of her. I take the clamp off her
pussy
and rub her clit for a second, dragging a few more jolts of orgasm from her
body. “I’m gonna leave you like this for a while,” I say, and put the pussy
clamp back on. “Look down, babe. Look at all that come you gave me. You’re
fuckin
’ beautiful.”

I
lick my hand, wrist to fingertip. “And you taste like
fuckin
’
heaven.”

“Here’s
your hair bleach and wax,” Alice says, handing me the bag when I take a
break
from the bitch and go upstairs.

“Thanks.
Can you do me one more favor? I need clothes. I’m
takin
’
her out of the basement for this.”

“You’re
takin
’ her out of the basement?” Alice’s shocked
expression doesn’t come as a surprise.
Takin
’ a
bitch
from the basement is
askin
’ to be busted. Someone
could see her, and I’m sure there are news reports about her
goin
’ missing, but I haven’t watched the news since
seein
’ the story about
fuckin
’
Lilith.

Amber.

Whoever
the fuck she is.

“Shower’s
only got a drizzle and
nothin
’ but cold water. She
fuckin
’ stinks, and I can’t do shit to her hair without
hot
water.”