Dec's Downfall: (A Brothers of Devil's Comfort Book 5) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC) (16 page)

Chapter 26

The only time Dec has not restrained me to the bed was when we used the horse, and then, I had had firm ground to stand on. With trepidation, I sat on the leather strip and placed my legs through the clothed hoops. Once I was seated, Dec took hold of my arms and attached them to the hoops at the top of the swing.

“How do you feel Baby Girl?”

“Okay.”

“The straps aren’t too tight.”

“No.”

To prove it, I gave a tug and a wiggle of my fingers, and Dec gave a push of the swing, twirling me round, as it untwisted, I felt like a carefree teenager and let out a giggle. Dec offered me an indulging smile.

“Enjoy while you can Baby Girl.”

I soon lost my giggles when Dec proceeded to attach a strap around my thighs and chained them to the swing side straps, so that my legs were spread eagled, and my pussy was exposed to his gaze. This time it was Dec who chuckled.

“How do you feel now Baby Girl?”

With another yank at my restraints, I tested how secure Dec had me. My legs may be spread, but they weren’t too taut.

“Good.”

While I was testing the restraints, Dec had had his back to me and now he turned and in his hand was a gag ball.

“You know what this is?”

My tongue is glued to my mouth and all I can do is nod.

“Answer me.”

“Yes Sir.”

“You see these small holes.”

“Yes Sir.”

“They’re vented, so you’ll have no problem breathing. Okay Baby Girl.”

This time I was unable to answer as Dec placed the gag in my mouth and all I could do was give a nod.

“Now that you can’t speak Baby Girl, I’m going to put a couple of handkerchiefs in your hands. The orange one stands for Pumpkin. Nod your head to let me know you understand… Good Girl and the white one is for Unicorn, Nod your head to let me know you understand… Good Girl.”

When I felt Dec massaging my ass and asshole, I gave a slight clench. The cold lubrication brought my head back.

“Careful Baby Girl. If you drop those handkerchiefs by accident, we have a problem.”

Fear of Dec stopping had me tightening my grip. Dec’s breath was tickling my neck as he checked my arms once more. He was so close, I felt his flesh against mine, and for a moment, I closed my eyes and breathed him in deep.

“Which handkerchief is for Pumpkin?”

Dutifully, I shook the orange handkerchief and repeated the process with the white one. While Dec was distracting me, he slowly inserts a butt plug into my ass, and while I wiggled, it began to buzz and cream began to gather in my pussy. The slap on my ass gave both my body and the plug a jolt and I let out a moan against the ball.

All the time Dec is working my body, he is talking to me. Soon his words begin to fade as the throb in my clit became harder and I wanted to touch it, to ease the steady pump of my blood. Dec took another walk round my body, nodding his head in satisfaction as his finger swiped at the cream at my pussy. When he came to stand in front of me, he dangled the nipple clamps my fingers had touched earlier.

Carefully, he lifted one breast and lathered the tip with his tongue; another moan escapes me, as I push against the seat of the swing. When he has finished lathering and playing with my nipple, he attached one of the clamps. At first there was no pain, however, as he tightened the clamp, my nipples began to throb. After he has placed the clamp on the other nipple, Dec step back, his fingers, tapping my hard buds and I wanted to close my legs.

Still, he carried on talking to me, stopping now and again, asking, and checking if I was fine. Fine I was anything but fine, I hankered and needed to cum. When he stepped in front of me again and held up the blindfold, I pushed harder against the seat of the swing, Damn I desperately need to cum.

“Baby Girl when I put the Blindfold on, you need to remember which hand is holding which handkerchief okay.”

My body was burning with arousal and all I wanted, was for Dec to get me off and he expected me to remember which hand was holding which colored cloth. Not wanting him to stop, I nodded my head, while at the same time praying fervently that I remembered where the cloths were. The room went black and I became disoriented at Dec twisted the swing again. If there was a time, I hated the man it was now, at this precise moment.

When the swing finally stopped twirling, Dec’s mouth latched onto my pussy and silently I screamed against the ball. His tongue as heavenly as it was, was doing crazy things to my body. Each lick was slow and precise. If I could have, I would have closed my legs on his head. Yet the restraints were preventing me. As each stroke of his tongue became stronger, my orgasm was getting closer. When Dec nipped on the throbbing clit, I couldn’t stop the orgasm, which rippled through my body.

With a final lick of my juices, Dec stopped and I felt him standing between my legs, his hands once more finding my breasts. As he unwound the nipple clamps, blood rushed to the points of my breasts and once more Dec’s mouth latched onto my nipples, lathering and sucking them. As soon as I was free of the clamps, a small moan gathered around the gag ball and Dec returned to my nubs to soothe them with his fingers and lips. As I was becoming used to the throbbing at my nipples, the soft vibration of the butt plug was turned up and I gave a shocked wiggle. While I had been maneuvering my body, Dec has clamped the side straps of the swing so that they were no longer moving.

“Are you still with me Baby Girl?”

His hand was soothing down my back, and I gave a weak nod. The cloth of the blindfold damp from the tears. Dec must have been satisfied, because he stepped back and the flogger came down on my back. In my head, I counted each stroke. After each stroke, he would finger my pussy, caressing the flesh. According to Dec, I’d earned three punishments. That equaled fifteen lashes. True to his word, Dec finished after the fifteen, his fingers stroking my flesh as he soothed and talked to me. The cold cream against my hot flesh had me quivering and my clit was screaming again.

When Dec turned off and removed the butt plug I wanted to scream, I might already have had one orgasm, however I was ready for another. As Dec came to stand in front of me, I heard the clicks of the straps of the swing being released, When he was once more between my legs, his hard condom covered cock pushing against my pussy, I was more than ready for this man to finish me off. Gently the swing began to rock, as I came forward; Dec’s cock plunged into me, only to be removed, when he pushed the swing away. For Several moments, Dec played his game, his cock coming in further only to pull out. Due to my position, I was unable to clamp on to Dec and gave a tug on the swing with my hand. Against my ear Dec laughed, then grabbed hold of my waist before pumping into me with several hard thrusts, which had me cumming violently around his cock as he found his own release.

Wow, I was done. There was nothing left in me, and all I could do was hang in the swing and wait as Dec un-cuffed my wrists and ankles. As soon as he was finished releasing my arms and legs, he wrapped a blanket around my body and strode over to the recliner, where we lay for some time as Dec continued to talk softly and soothe my body with gentle strokes, offering me a sip of water occasionally, which I drank greedily.

“Ivy.”

“Erm.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m tired Dec. Sex never used to be this exhausting for me. Now, I always find it hard to stay awake.”

Because my hand was lying on Dec’s chest, I felt more than heard his soft chuckle. Even his chuckle had the power to send my blood pumping and my toes curling. A chill ran through me as I began to cool down and became alert to where I was. But I didn’t want to move.

“Dec.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m cold.”

The room tilted as Dec rose from the recliner and carried me to the bathroom. Sex with Dec was great. However, I loved the attention he always gave me afterwards. In the tub, his hands were loving and gentle, when he dried me, he always petted and never rubbed. His hands and fingers, gentle as he rubbed in the body lotion. If for no other reason, when it came to bathing, Dec was good to have around.

“Ready to go home Baby Girl.”

DCMC

“Good morning beautiful.”

I was in the kitchen sipping a mug of strong black coffee when Dec came strolling through to the kitchen, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. Damn, how could the man be so cheery and awake, when I had to drag myself out of bed? I ached everywhere, but I felt good. With what I hope was my dirtiest look I peered over my mug.

“Morning. When are you going to the club?”

As soon as Dec was gone, I plan to go Bric-a- Brac shopping.

“I’m not. I thought we’d go for a spin.”

“Where to?”

“Where would you like to go?”

Quickly I finished my coffee and cleaned my teeth and we were on the road. When Dec pulled into the next town. We parked the bike and began to explore the streets, especially the back streets, which hid all the little bargains I was after.

“Damn it Ivy, you’re going to have me broke.”

“I told you I could pay for them.”

Dec reached down and kissed me on the nose as we walked into a small café.

“Dec, what keeps you in Comfort Springs.”

“Family Ivy. Fuck. Are you thinking of leaving.”

“No… it’s just that I enjoy being on the road. And maybe its scaring me a little that I’m willing to settle for Comfort Springs.”

“Don’t ever settle for anything Baby Girl. If you like being on the road. We can take off occasionally.”

“What about Devil’s Comfort.”

“Devil’s Comfort is who I am. However, when we’re not doing runs, Ivy, we go to bike shows and stuff. You’ll love it.”

Chapter 27

Unwilling to disturb the woman who is lying beside me, I carefully ease back the bed covers, and stroll into the bathroom. Warm water clung to my face as I wash out the remnants of sleep and as I stare at the face peering back at me in the mirror, I give a grimace. Each day I was growing closer to Ivy. The grimace was soon replaced by a small chuckle. Even Fudge is threatening to put me on the payroll due to the amount of time I’m spending at the garage. Well, after today, he’ll not have to worry about it.

“Dec did you switch the alarm off.”

Ivy’s reflection stares at me in the mirror. The face, which customarily had a smile on it, is missing. Instead, brown eyes were shooting sparks in my direction and with a whistle; I stroll past Ivy, giving her a quick slap on the ass, which earns me a thump on the arm.

Ivy’s body spun around, her eyes following me.

“Well.”

As I continue to whistle, I ignore Ivy and as the towel around my waist drops to the floor, I search in one of the drawers, which I had commandeered in the last couple of weeks for my own use, for a clean T-Shirt.

“Dec.”

If I turned to face the redhead, I bet her little foot would be tapping away, and her arms would be folded under her small tits. As I continue to ignore Ivy as I dress, a hairbrush suddenly sailed pass my shoulder.

“Ivy did you just throw that?”

“No Dec, it was the same person who switched the alarm off.”

If I‘d the time, I would have taken my little Firebird to bed. The sight of her wearing one of my T-shirt’s, which just covers her bare ass, and wild red hair, is turning me on and my cock has begun to jerk. To distract myself from the luscious beauty, I quickly pull on my denims and tuck myself in. When I sit on the bed to put my socks and boots on, I finally acknowledge Ivy’s presence.

“Get dressed Ivy.”

“Dec.”

Ivy is now standing directly in front of me and I almost give into the temptation to kiss her.

“Yes Ivy, I switched the alarm off.”

“Thanks Dec, I’m going to be late for work.”

“Don’t worry about it, Fudge knows you’re not coming in today.”

“Sorry, what did you just say?”

Yep, Ivy’s tiny foot is tapping away. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say.

“Ivy, it’s Friday and things are quiet at the garage.”

“I don’t give two shits Dec. It’s not your place to tell My Boss that I’m not coming into work and then not tell me.”

“How about if I make breakfast?”

“Dec we had an understanding, When we’re having sex you have control. But not any other time. I control my life Dec. I decide if I’m taking a day off or not. Not you. So you can ring Fudge and tell him I’m on my way.”

When Ivy flounces out of the room, I bit down on the groan of desire, which is circulating in my body. Hell the woman was in a temper and I wanted to bend her over and pound into her. The witch has too much influence over my body. When the sound of the shower running, reaches my ears, I lazily stroll into the bathroom and watch the steam as it steadily rises to the ceiling.

“Ivy I have something I want to show you. Come with me. If you still want to go into work afterwards, I’ll drop you off.”

Ivy skirted pass me as she grabbed her clothes off the chair where she had thrown them the night before. Silently she begins to dress and once her body is covered, she left me in the bedroom and I unassumingly followed her. When she only took one mug out of the cupboard, I knew I was in trouble. The silent treatment and the no coffee is to be my punishment.

“I’m going home.”

Fuck where did that come from? I only fucking switched off the alarm.

“You’re doing what?”

“Tonight, after work, I’m going to New Orleans to visit my folks for the weekend. I’ll be back late Sunday evening.”

Yep, I’ve truly pissed the woman off.

“Ivy, I’m sorry I should have asked you to take the day off. But I wanted to surprise you. All I’m asking for is an hour of your time this morning, and then I’ll take you to work.”

“You can have twenty minutes Dec. Then I’ll drive myself to work.”

Defeated, I grabbed the keys from the table and pulled my jacket and cut on.

“Bring your coffee with you Ivy.”

Ivy threw me a look, which, if I had been a lesser man, would have had me shriveling up. As I wait by the door for Ivy, she drains her coffee down the sink, making a big production of rinsing it before setting it aside. Mutely she follows me down the stairs. A little further down, pass the tattoo studio I open a door to a boarded up store and entered. Ivy followed me in, her eyes searching the room, before they came to rest on me. Her eyebrow quirking.

“It's for you.”

“And what am I supposed to do with it.”

“Ivy stop being so bull-headed. You’re a qualified designer, who enjoys restoring old furniture. Well, this is your workshop and store.”

Slowly Ivy came further into the room and opened the far door, where she meticulously examined the walls and the surfaces, before coming to stand in front of me.

“This is for me?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know Dec.”

“Ivy there are no strings. I’m your landlord, and you’ll have to pay rent.”

As I spoke, the tension in Ivy’s body began to ease and again she took another glance around the store.

“You did this for me.”

The ice is breaking a little and I smile at the woman, who was becoming a little excited as the realization of the opportunities, which lay in front of her, began to take root.

“Damn it Dec. How am I supposed to stay mad with you?”

Ivy raised her head at me and squinted.

“I haven’t totally forgiven you Dec. So don’t think this will get you off the hook.”

“Ivy I promise, next time I want to spend time with you. I’ll ask.”

“Well, just see that you do. Damn it Dec, I’m going to have to spend the weekend coming up with a business plan.”

“Does that mean you’ll not be going to New Orleans?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“So… Do you want to go to the garage? Or…”

I left the sentence, as my hand swept the room.”

“Declan Gallagher, you’re a dirty player.”

Unabashedly I returned Ivy’s smile and pulled the woman into my arms. Who came willingly. With a kiss to the top of her head, I hugged the woman tight to me. Her scent invading my nose. The lock around my heart was becoming harder to break. As we stood in the middle of the room, my cell rang. The call was from Inferno and my presence was required at the Club.

“Ivy. I guess today wasn’t meant to happen anyway, I have to go.”

“That’s okay. I need to speak to Fudge anyway.”

DCMC

“I guess your morning didn’t go as planned.”

Tabby had pulled into the parking lot as I had arrived and after dismounting his bike, he wandered over to me. When he was close enough, I slap him on the shoulder, and together we ambled up to the clubhouse. As we reach the door, I glance across the lot and watch Fudge as he pulls in. For Inferno to call his officers there must have been a break in the search for The Hybrids.

Inside, Trax and Twiggy are by the bar with a drink in their hand, while Inferno and Linc are sat at a table in the center of the room. With a salute in Twiggy’s direction, Tabby and I sauntered over to our brothers at the table.

“Sinbad’s been in touch. The rest of The Hybrid Reapers have been located and he and his men are going over to Downy Lakes. I informed him, if he needs any one. We were more than happy to oblige.”

“I don’t see why we have to wait. They attacked Ivy.”

“Dec’s right Inferno. Why should we sit back on this? It could have been any of our old ladies. And if it had been Rayven, I wouldn’t have sat around.”

“Fair enough. Dec ring Mace, and tell him we're on our way.”

It was a couple of hours before we eventually caught up with the Scarlet Runners, and when we did, we were pretty close to the bikers’ hideout.

“How did you find them?”

Sinbad turned to me. His posture stiff as he flexed and un-flexed his fingers.

“The scum we had, declined to talk. So we let them go, then Coats and Switch followed them. They laid low for the first couple of weeks, and then two days ago they made their move.”

A cold smile fell over Sinbad’s face, and I shivered from the glacial stare.

“And now we go in and deal with the bastards.”

Shifting my gaze over to Inferno and Tabby, I thought about what Sinbad had said. I wanted the one who had hurt Ivy, and I prayed it wasn’t the same guy who had killed Anna-Leigh. With a cold smile of my own, I indicated to Sinbad to go ahead and it isn’t long before we were at an old shack where the bikers were hanging out. In total, there were eight of them. A few more than I had expected.

“Hello Boys.”

Inferno hasn’t waited for introductions or an acknowledgment from the bikers. As he kicked the door open and marched in, he is closely followed by Sinbad. As I glance around the room, my gaze fell on One Owner. I doubt if he was the leader of the gang of bikers. With another scrutiny of the room, three men down from One Owner was a small biker, his hair was clipped close to his head, and his moustache was neatly trimmed. Cold blue eyes stared at me, the expression on his face, empty. None of the bikers bothered to stand as we came closer into the room. Finally the biker with the short hair spoke. His voice raspy

“Sinbad, it’s been a while.”

“Clipper.”

Sinbad strolled further into the room. His eyes holding Clipper. Along with Ant, all three of these men had served in the Navy at the same time. They had also been friends. As each one had left the services, they had gone their separate ways.

“Clipper I’ll make this easy for you. Tell me what happened with Anna-Leigh and I’ll go.”

“Let it go Sinbad.”

As Sinbad and Clipper talk, I moved my gaze around the room. Three of these fuckers had hurt Ivy and I wanted them, especially the one who had run Ivy into the tree. As my gaze came to land on another biker, this one was unable to look me in the eye. He was about six feet and an ex- Black County. With a mental note of who he is, I take my last look at One Owner, who vaguely nods his head. Now that I have the information I was after, I left the shack. As the sun beat down, I stretched my body and then texted Tabby. I was having the fucker, and he was going to be punished Devil’s Comfort’s way.