Reaper's Property (13 page)
Authors: Joanna Wylde
“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice
harsh.
I knelt slowly before him, feeling like a
slave wench servicing her conqueror, which I guess wasn’t too far off. I took
his cock in both hands, smoothing up and down it as I looked up at him. I
licked the little notch on the underside of the head, flicking my tongue
rapidly.
“Fuck me…” he groaned, and I couldn’t tell
if it was an order or just an expression of how good it felt. He reached down
and tangled his fingers in my hair, urging me to wrap my mouth around his cock.
Sounded good to me. I opened my mouth, sucking him in as deep as I could, which
wasn’t very far because he was so large. Still, what I could take I worked with
my tongue, bobbing up and down on him as my hands got into the action. I used
my right to jerk him off in time with my mouth. The left I dropped down to his
balls, alternately rolling and gripping them. His cock got harder and he
started jerking his hips toward me a little with each stroke, holding my hair
so tightly it hurt.
Horse leaned back, head turned to the side,
eyes closed and an expression of infinite need on his face—that’s when I
realized just how much power I held over him. He couldn’t take that from me. So
long as he wanted my body, I had my own kind of control.
Holy shit, that turned me on.
I let go of his balls, reaching down
between my legs to finger myself. Faster and faster I worked, until I heard him
giving little grunts of encouragement and I felt little pulsing twitches start
at the base of his cock. My legs quivered as I hovered right on the edge of my
own explosion.
Then Horse came in my mouth, something I’d
been fantasizing about for months. He didn’t do it halfway, just like
everything else in his life. I’ve only ever given a blowjob to one other
man—Gary—and it was nothing like this. After he finished, I kept sucking on him
as I rubbed my own clit hard. He didn’t soften completely, although the urgency
was gone. Unfortunately, that’s when he noticed what I was doing with my hand.
“Stop it,” he ordered, reaching down to
grab my arm, pulling me to my feet in front of him.
“Horse, please,” I begged.
“Do you realize how much time I’ve spent
jacking myself off, thinking of you?” he asked, still sitting. I shook my head,
startled by the question. “Any idea what it felt like that time you pulled away
from me? Blue balls don’t come close to what you did to me, babe. Enjoying
watching it happen to you for a change.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “But I couldn’t make
love with you when there was an audience. I just couldn’t.”
“
Make love
? Don’t fool yourself,
this is about fucking, Marie,” he said. That hurt, hurt way more than I could
have expected. Then he made it worse. “And get used to the idea of an audience,
because I’m not gonna let you off easy just because you’re squeamish.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, stiffening.
“In my world we don’t follow the rules,
babe,” he said. “There’s nothing about me my brothers don’t know. Remember what
I told you while you were packing your shit?”
”Yeah,” I whispered, mesmerized as he
leaned forward, nuzzling between my legs, flicking his tongue over my clit
twice, which was almost enough to sent me over.
But not quite.
I shifted restlessly, wishing I could bring
my legs together, squeeze them just enough to finish the job, but he wouldn’t
let me.
“This is my pussy,” Horse said, reaching up
inside me with two fingers, rubbing against my inside wall purposefully. I
shivered. “I’ll fuck it when I want and how I want. We party with the club and
I get horny, you spread for me and you don’t bitch about it. That means against
a wall, on the floor, in the middle of the fucking grocery store, you give it
to me when I want or this deal is off. Get it?”
I nodded, torn between anger at his words
and desperation for his touch. Fortunately he stopped talking and sucked on my
clit. I blew about ten seconds later, my moans echoing in the shower as I came.
It took everything I had to stay on my feet, and even then I gripped his
shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
He left me to finish washing, which
consisted mostly of getting the conditioner out of my hair and my heart rate
down to normal. I wrapped my hair in a towel and pulled on sweats and a ratty
t-shirt to go back to my room. The door to Horse’s room was closed and the
house was silent. That surprised me somehow. I guess I expected to see him
again, that he’d want more from me. I knew he liked sleeping together, we’d
done it twice and he’d held me all night both times. That’s when it really sank
in.
Horse didn’t want me in his room because I
wasn’t his woman. He’d offered me that and I said no—now my job was to service
him and stay out of his way. Suddenly having my own room wasn’t looking so
good. I actually felt lonely for the jerk, wishing he’d spend the night with
me. But Horse had made himself clear—cuddling was for girlfriends and old
ladies.
Now I was just a quick fuck, and it was my
own damned fault.
Chapter
Twelve
“No more sleeping in shit like this,” Horse
murmured as he pushed his leg between mine. “You sleep naked or in something
sexy, no excuses.” Then he kissed me gently below my left ear, nuzzling my
neck. He pulled his hand from my mouth and I punched his shoulder.
He laughed.
“Don’t cover my mouth!” I hissed.
“Didn’t want you screaming and rupturing my
eardrum, babe,” he replied, his voice low and sexy. He pressed his hips into
the cradle of mine and I shuddered. How could he piss me off so much and turn
me on at the same time? It wasn’t fair. “You gonna behave or should I tie you
up?”
“Are you serious?”
“Fuck, yeah, I’m serious,” Horse replied,
reaching down to find my clit. I arched up and moaned, because no matter how
angry he made me, my inner slut wanted him. Bad. “I’m the boss. You remember
that or I’ll teach you.”
He caught my hands and pulled them roughly
over my head, holding them prisoner with one hand while his other worked me
like he’d done in the bathroom. My body was starved for this, still wound up
from earlier. I’d been too paranoid to touch myself after the shower, nervous
he’d come into my bedroom and discover me. I don’t know why keeping that part
of myself from him seemed so important, but it was.
In less than a minute, he had me primed and
ready. He pulled away and I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper tearing.
Horse muttered a curse in the darkness before coming back, catching my hands
and pinning them on either side of my head as he lined up his cock with my
opening.
Horse had a big dick—I knew this. But I
didn’t truly grasp the implications until he started pushing into me, slow and
steady, no hesitation and no stopping. I squirmed against the bed as he filled
me, the satisfaction of feeling full tempered with little twinges of pain as he
stretched me wide. I could just make out his features in the faint moonlight
streaming through the window—a mask of determination and desire that
overwhelmed me. Then he hit bottom, balls-deep in my body. My muscles twitched
around him, little tremors running through me as I struggled to hold him.
“Gotta get used to me, babe,” he murmured,
dropping kisses across my face before taking my mouth again for the first time
without urgency. “I’ll take it slow.”
And he did. Gradually I felt myself relax
around him, and when he started stroking, that big cock of his rubbed against
me in places I hadn’t even realized existed. Gradually he moved faster and I started
lifting my hips to meet his, body eager for more. Usually I don’t come from
vaginal sex alone—I need more stimulation for my clit. Horse was different
though, because his body was big enough to spread me wide open, exposing my
center to the delicious slide of his erection as he pumped in and out of my
body. Having my arms pinned wide added to the experience because I couldn’t do
anything to stop him. I had to take what he gave me, no arguments, and that was
weirdly liberating—utterly guilt-free sex.
I don’t think even a minute went by before
I came, arching my back up from the bed, every muscle in my body squeezing hard
enough to hurt.
That’s when he let go and started fucking
me for real.
Horse went from gentle lover to biker thug,
rising on his knees as he released my arms. He grabbed my waist, lifting and
tilting my pelvis to provide a better angle as he literally fucked himself with
my body. I have no idea how much time passed, but I know at one point I reached
down and rubbed my clit, chasing a second orgasm. When it hit and I clenched
around him again, he fell over the edge, exploding inside me. He dropped me
back down on the bed, covering me as his cock bucked and shuddered his release.
Holy shit.
We both stilled, panting as we recovered.
Then Horse rolled off me, stood up and pulled off the condom, tossing it in the
little trash can next to the dresser. He walked out of the room without a word,
leaving me in the darkness.
I’ve never felt more alone in my life.
I woke up to
bright sunlight and silence.
Rolling out of bed, I winced at the
soreness between my legs, although I couldn’t say I regretted it. I’d never
come like that before, not even with my vibrator. I pulled on a tank with a
shelf bra and jeans without panties. I hadn’t thought to rinse my others out
last night, and I certainly wasn’t going to put them back on dirty. Horse may
have declared my privates a panty-free zone, but we needed to have words about
that. No way I wanted to go commando permanently.
I hit the bathroom and then walked
downstairs, listening for sounds of life.
“Horse, you here?” I called. He didn’t
answer, but I heard the clicking sound of a dog’s toenails on the wooden floor.
I wasn’t entirely comfortable with dogs, and this one sounded big to me.
Horse wouldn’t leave me alone with a
violent animal, I told myself firmly. He might be a jerk but he didn’t want me
dead. I peeked over the banister, poised to run back up to my room if it turned
out to be a monster. Instead I found a mid-sized dog with long silver-black hair
broken by white streaks looking up at me hopefully. Its mouth hung open in a
wide puppy grin, tongue flopped to the side.
Not exactly a killer.
“Hey there,” I said softly, working my way
down the stairs. The dog watched me intently, mouth closing as it took on the
fixed look of a herd dog at work, ready for anything. I reached the bottom of
the steps and held my hand out low. The dog approached me, sniffed my hand and
then started butting against it for a scratch. I obliged as the dog melted to
the floor, writhing in ecstasy.
“You’re not much more than a puppy,” I
murmured. “I’ll bet you fly when you jump—do you like chasing sticks?”
“Be careful what you say to him,” Horse
said. “You start making promises, he’ll hold you to them. Takes a hell of a
long time to tire him out too.”
“I didn’t think you were here,” I muttered.
“Not all of us make noise constantly,” he
replied. “You sounded like a herd of moose up there.”
I scowled.
“I did not sound like a moose,” I said.
“It’s not my fault the floors are old and creaky.”
“I didn’t say you sounded like a moose,” he
replied, an almost friendly expression on his face. “I said you sounded like a
herd
of moose. There’s a big difference.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
“I made breakfast,” he said, jerking his
chin toward the kitchen. “It’s not much. I want you to take over the cooking
and shit, but I was hungry and you weren’t moving.”
I blushed, thinking about why I’d been
tired, and he gave a low, satisfied chuckle.
“That’s Ariel, by the way,” he added,
jerking his chin toward the dog. “But I call him Ari.”
I stared at him.
“You have a boy dog named Ariel?” I asked,
not quite sure I’d heard him right.
“My niece named him,” Horse replied,
shrugging. “Would break her heart to change it and I figure the dog doesn’t
give a shit. I can live with Ari.”
I nodded, biting the side of my cheek. Once
again, the badass biker was a mystery. He issued threats, carried a gun that I
was pretty sure he knew how to use, and he let his little niece name his dog
after a mermaid.
Split personality, no question.
Breakfast wasn’t fancy but it was
surprisingly good. He’d made French toast with some ham on the side and wedges
of ripe, juicy cantaloupe. The meal followed the same pattern as the night
before, except this time he told me to put together a shopping list after we
finished. Then he disappeared, taking the dog with him.
I spent about an hour working my way
through the kitchen, making notes of what he had and what he needed, surprised
to find that while he didn’t have a ton of fancy gadgets, what he did have was
solid and high quality. Same with the pots and utensils. By the time he came
back I had a list long enough to fill both sides of the paper. He looked at it,
raising an eyebrow, but didn’t complain.
“Rig’s out front,” he said, starting toward
the door. I followed him hastily, wishing I had my purse but not entirely sure
he’d wait for me if I went to find it. Ari danced between us and tried to jump
up into the dark-green Tahoe parked next to the house.
“No fucking way,” Horse said to Ari, and
the dog barked at him, clearly pleading.
“No,” he repeated, voice firm.
Ari slunk away, looking pitiful.
“You don’t tie him up or anything?” I asked
as we started down the driveway.
“No need,” Horse said. “I’m far enough out
that I don’t need to worry about kids or strangers hurting him. He knows where
his house is and I guess if he decides to run off that’s his choice. So far he
seems happy to stay put.”
Kind of like me, I realized. I could leave
at any time, but I wouldn’t and Horse knew it.
He surprised me by pulling onto the freeway
after we hit Coeur d’Alene, driving across the border into Washington. After
about twenty minutes he exited near a giant mall, pulling around and parking
without a word.
“I thought we were getting groceries,” I
said, confused.
“We are,” Horse replied. “Gotta get some
other stuff first.”
I followed him into the mall and couldn’t
help but notice how much attention he got—most of it from women. I got that,
because Horse was a hell of a sight. Tall, tattooed, hair back in a ponytail
and wearing his cut over a shirt so faded you couldn’t tell what the original
design had been. Jeans showcased his exceptionally fine ass, and the chain
dangling across his hip attached to his wallet completed the picture perfectly.
Men noticed him too. Most of them got out of his way, even the young toughs
wearing gang colors and pretending to be badasses. I couldn’t decide if it felt
more like walking with a superhero or a super villain—either way, people
cleared out of path fast.
I tagged along without question until we
stopped in front of Victoria’s Secret. Then I crossed my arms and shook my
head.
“Oh hell no. I’m not going in there with
you. We can hit a Walmart or something.”
“Don’t want you wearing shit that you wore
for Gary,” Horse replied, draping an arm around my neck, pulling me into his
body. He leaned over and spoke directly in my ear, voice husky. “I don’t give a
damn if you never wear panties again, but I know women are weird about that.
Here’s the compromise. I’m gonna buy you new shit, but only shit I like. You’re
gonna wear it until I pull it off to fuck you. Everyone wins.”
I opened my mouth to protest, then snapped
it closed. I needed panties and bras, and I didn’t have my own transportation.
I’d been smart enough to shove my cash and debit card into the backpack last
night, but that money had to last until I got another job.
Shit, I’d forgotten about work.
“I need to call my boss,” I said.
“You scheduled to work today?” he asked,
sliding his hand up to tangle it in my hair. I shook my head.
“No, not until tomorrow.”
“So you call her when we get home.”
“What am I going to tell her?” I fretted.
“She’s been so good to me, she doesn’t deserve to have me just disappear on her
without notice…”
“Tell her you got kidnapped by a biker and
now you’re a prisoner in the mountains,” he said, leaning over and catching my
mouth with his in a long, slow kiss that left me shaky. Before I could collect
my thoughts, he grabbed my hand and tugged me into the store. I pulled back,
still not too happy about the idea. He turned toward me, put both his hands on
my shoulders and leaned in to me, face to face.
“Babe, I can’t wait to see you in some of
this shit,” he said. “Your old job is not my priority here. I don’t give a fuck
what you tell her so long as she doesn’t file a missing persons report and make
my life a pain in the ass. She does, things aren’t gonna go well. We clear?”
“Okay,” I said, biting my lip. His eyes
caught on my mouth and grew dark, so I quickly pulled away and wandered toward
a rack of panties—simple ones. Pretty but not slutty, plain cotton hip-huggers.
Horse followed me, watching as I picked out a couple and shook his head.
“Get a few of those, you’ll want ’em when
you’re on the rag,” he muttered, fingering one distastefully. “But the rest of
the time I want you in something sexier.”
His tone didn’t leave any room for
negotiation, so I didn’t bother arguing when he turned me bodily and pushed me
toward the racks of higher-end stuff. A saleswoman came up to us, all
fluttering lashes and smiles for Horse. Before I knew it, I was in a changing
room with her, she had measured me and there was a pile of stuff for me to try
on. Horse wanted to come in too, but I held my ground, so he waited outside and
I called him in to look at each set once I had it on. I don’t know what the
store policy was on couples in the rooms alone, but apparently it didn’t apply
to giant bikers.
Unfortunately, this meant that he made the
final decision on both what I tried on and what he planned to buy. In the end,
I had six new pairs of sexy panties with matching bras, in addition to six
pairs of plain cotton ones. Some of them were thongs, some were boy cut high
across my ass, but all of them showed off my figure in a way that even I had to
admit was hot. Then he started picking out corsets and nighties. Some of them
looked like something from a bordello, all black lace, cutouts and bright red
satin. Others were more tasteful, including a long, lacy nightgown and matching
silk robe that looked almost virginal. My favorite piece was an ivory corset
and bustier trimmed with faintly pink ribbons shaped like tiny roses. There
were matching panties, and the look on Horse’s face when he saw them turned me
liquid.
