Severed Justice (Severed MC Book 3) (4 page)

I bite down hard on my lip as Justice thrusts into me. Fuck me, the man is huge, every single part of him including his long, thick cock. I’m trying to savor the feeling of being filled by him, but as soon as he’s all the way in, he pulls back out again. My eyes snap open. He gives me that cheeky grin of his before he slams back in. My eyes close and he pulls out again. I would complain, tell him to stop teasing me, but I love being tormented by him. If I were to scream at him to shove his rock hard cock back into me he would punish me. On second thoughts, maybe I should scream out, because I love being punished by Justice. It leads to the absolute best kind of sex.

“Keep those baby blues open, Danni.”

This is one of his usual requests. He loves to watch me as I come around him. I love that he gets this pleasure from me.

With the ropes tightening around my wrists and digging into my ankles, and his dick pumping into me I soon scream out my release. Keeping my eyes open for the man I’ve fallen hard for.

It’s almost time for me to go on my lunch break when I spot a woman who looks like a club whore walking towards the shop. I’m really enjoying working on the reception at Ink’s shop, but I have to say I find women like the one walking through the door annoying. I have to use my fake smile and pretend they don’t piss me off. 

She walks right up to me, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else than talking to me. Why do club whores always project an attitude as though they’re better than me?

“Good morning.” I greet her, smiling artificially. She grunts a reply and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Okay.” I say as I look through the appointment log on the computer. “Rachel with Joe for finishing shading at 11:30?”

She nods, a simple bob of the head, a neutral expression on her face. I grit my teeth and pick up the phone. “Joe, Rachel’s here for your half eleven slot.”

I hear his laugh down the phone. “And I bet you just love that.”

Instead of replying, I hang up on him. I look back to a less than cheerful Rachel. “He’s on his way. You can take a seat if you like, he tends to take his time.”

She pops her gum, leaning against the reception counter with her hip. “I’ll stay here.”

That’s just perfect.

Joe finally makes an appearance after five very long minutes, taking Rachel away with him. I escape for a much needed lunch break.

***

Honestly, wannabe Barbie out there is a joke. I’m glad when Joe takes me into the normality of his room.

Getting straight to it, I sit myself down to let him get to work. Today is just about finishing off the beautiful artwork he started on my last visit. As usual, whenever I’ve had a tattoo with Joe, we fall into a comfortable silence and he turns on his music. A couple of good rock
songs play before one comes on that immediately takes me back to another place.

I’m lying on the bed in Satan’s room, watching him undress. He has music playing in the background. He’s already stripped me of my clothes using his favorite knife. He always seems to prefer this one to the others that decorate his room. I’m looking forward to tonight, he’s acting a little differently to normal and I’m silently praying he’s going to fuck me more like a lover tonight. Although I know that it’ll never really happen, I can’t stop hoping. He seems tense so I’m preparing myself for what’s to come. I’m really happy at the moment because Satan stormed into the clubhouse, stopped me talking to one of the other members and demanded I come to his room. I wasn’t going to argue with him.

My happy mood soon leaves me as I watch him pick up the knife again, and walk towards me. The CD changes to Guns N’ Roses ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ as I swallow back my fear. I’m not stupid. I may have fallen for Satan, but I still fear him. I’d be an idiot not to.

“You ready to play a game?” he snarls.

I nod my head in answer. I’m worried my voice will sound too shaky. I’m not ready. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for what he has in mind. I don’t say that though, he’d most likely flip out and kill me like the other whores who haven’t played his games to his satisfaction.  

Satan quickly moves over to me, pulling my hair so hard I yelp in pain. “I asked you a question bitch, now answer me!”

Stupid Rachel! I’m so fucking stupid! Satan doesn’t like to be ignored, ever. Even though I nodded my head, he’ll perceive that as ignorance.

“Yes, I’m ready!” I scream, eager for him to let go of my hair.

He releases his grasp and I sigh in relief. The relief is short lived though as he’s soon leaning over me, the knife in his hand.

“Good, not that I wouldn’t do this anyway. I prefer it when you don’t want it.” He smirks before leaning down and licking up my neck, bringing my body alive with goose bumps. “Makes me fucking hard.”

I shiver in both excitement and fear.

As the chorus to the song kicks in, Satan smirks again. I don’t like the look on his face one little bit. “Wait.” I plead.

Satan’s grin widens. He strokes across my breasts with the knife. “That’s it whore, pretend you don’t want it.”

He digs the blade into my flesh slightly, causing a trickle of blood to run down my breast. I gasp as Satan presses his hardness into me to show me how much he’s getting off on this. “You love it just as much as I do bitch.”

Without checking that I’m ready for him, Satan slams his cock deep into me. I let out a moan of pleasure, but not for long. As he starts to fuck me, my enjoyment quickly disappears as he starts to bring the blade into contact with my skin. Cutting and slicing me pleases him. The harder he fucks me, the deeper his knife work becomes. My skin turns red as my blood covers me. This just excites him, so he cuts me more and fucks me harder. His cock thrusting away inside of me feels fantastic, but the amount of blood I’m losing is scaring me. I scream as he plunges the tip of his knife into my nipple, yet he just snarls like the animal he is.

“That’s it, scream as if you don’t want it.”

I’m not screaming to excite him. I don’t like this and I’m fucking terrified right now, but I don’t fight him. He’s the man I love after all. I would do anything for him, anything to please him. I want to be the girl he asks for, looks for and wants. I love how he dragged me away with him tonight. If I show him I can handle this, if I let him do whatever he wants to me, he’ll choose me more often. Like the good whore I am, I let him take his own pleasure from my body.

The knife play and fucking seem to last forever. When he finally comes he turns me around and fucks my ass, decorating my back with my blood. When he’s finished with me he falls asleep, exhausted. I make the most of the opportunity, and sleep by his side. He soon wakes me up.

“Get the fuck out my room, bitch. You’re not wanted here.” I leave dejected. When I get home I crawl into my bed without showering. My body is a bloody mess, but I don’t care. I don’t cry, because in some twisted fashion I’m happy.

***

I feel like getting a new tattoo, to add to my already large collection.
Cowboy has decided to tag along. As I climb off my bike outside Ink’s shop I’m excited about the idea. As I walk in, the smell and the sounds of the needle make me itch for new ink. Not today though, today I already have my day planned out. I want to talk my design through with Ink, and then I’m going to Danni’s house for some fun.

We walk right through the front, bypassing reception and head to Ink’s room. As we reach the door, a pretty young thing strides out, biting her lip. “Bye, Ink.” She shouts back. “Catch ya later boys.” She winks at Cowboy and me as she passes us.

I watch her as she wiggles her ass back to the front of the shop, then I look back to Ink. “You hiring around here brother?”

“Not for your ass.” He laughs. “What’re you doing here anyway?”

I hold my arms out, looking around. “What do you think?”

Ink steps aside, grinning. “Step into my office, asshole.”

I laugh as I walk past him, settling myself in a leather chair. Ink and I have a strange friendship. He didn’t like me when he thought I was trying to get into his old lady’s knickers. Once he realized I wasn’t like that, he warmed to me. Old ladies are a no go for me; it’s disrespectful to my brothers. Now, Ink and I just like to piss each other off, in a friendly way of course.

As we’re talking through my ideas, there’s a gentle knock on the door.

“Yeah?” Ink calls out.

Fuck me! In walks the sexiest woman I’ve seen. My dick stirs in my jeans as I watch her smile at Ink. There’s nothing fake about her at all. She’s hardly wearing any make-up and she’s rocking some simple clothes. Nothing like the women I’d usually go for, but my dick is rock hard. She’s wearing tight black jeans, a skinny fit red vest top that showcases her magnificent breasts, and matching red Converse shoes. I feel a strong attraction towards her; she’s so fucking beautiful.

“Ink, there’s a man outside asking to talk to you about a cover up tattoo. I did try calling but you didn’t answer. I thought you were alone, sorry.” She apologizes.  Her voice is so soft.

She looks awkwardly at Cowboy and me.

“Don’t worry about us, babe.” I give her a wink and am rewarded by a blush creeping along her cheeks.

“Thanks, Emma.”  Ink replies.

She gives him a slight smile and walks out the door. Ink stands to show us out. When I heard her name, I remembered overhearing some gossip in the clubhouse.

“So she’s the girl who caused Elle to go ape shit on you?” I laugh. “No wonder! She’s fucking hot man.”

Cowboy shakes his head, but I can see he’s smiling.

Ink isn’t smiling; instead he shoves me hard on the chest. “Fuck off.”

Laughing, we follow Ink out to the front of the studio where I see her again. She’s on the phone, smiling and playing with her hair. She starts to giggle at whomever she’s talking to. As we get nearer I over hear her say bye. I’m pissed off when I hear her say a name and realize it’s a guy she’s speaking to. Fuck! She’d better not be taken.

She looks up as we approach. “Mr. Shaw is waiting over there.”

She moves her head to indicate a chubby man looking through a portfolio of tattoos in the corner of the room. As Ink goes to collect his client, I decide to go and talk to Emma. I want to get to know this chick.

“Hey, Emma.” She looks up, a shocked expression on her face. “I’m Justice.” I introduce myself.

Her eyes widen a little. “Hi.”

“So you’re the new receptionist Elle was bitching about?” Her face goes red and she looks away. Shit I’ve insulted her. “I didn’t mean to upset you babe.”

She looks up at me. I mentally kick myself for bringing sadness to her eyes. “Was she really upset?” Emma asks. I can’t answer her, because the answer would upset her more. “I didn’t know Ink was with someone that day, I didn’t even know Elle knew nothing about me working here.”

“That was on Ink, not you babe.”

Cowboy joins me beside the reception desk and we chat about nothing in particular while we wait for Ink to be done. I want to finish our chat about my new tattoo before I leave.

When Ink re-joins us he asks Emma to book the chubby guy in for the following week.

“I hope these bastards are being nice Em?”

“They’re fine.” She smiles.

“I wouldn’t be cruel to her, she’s gorgeous.” I give her another wink and I’m rewarded with that blush of hers.

I look at Ink, angry that he would play this woman and his old lady like he did. “Not like you, you didn’t even tell her you had Elle warming your bed.”

Ink stands tall, anger pouring off him. “And what the fuck are you doing brother?” He roars. “You’re here flirting when you have Danni at home waiting on your ass!”

I look at Emma and see she’s staring at me. She looks between us all, shaking her head.  “All you bikers are the same, remind me to stay away from you all.”

She grabs her bag from under the desk, throwing it over her shoulder. “I need to leave early. See you tomorrow, Ink.”

I watch her walk away, pissed that I just fucked up. I need to get to know this girl.