Dec's Downfall: (A Brothers of Devil's Comfort Book 5) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC) (18 page)

“Dec how the hell did you become a Dom?”

The quirk of Ivy’s eyebrow, tells me she wasn’t interested in my beginnings and that she was referring to my pacing. Until I met Ivy, I would have said I was a patient person. Now I doubted my capabilities. As I study Ivy, she comes into the bedroom and stands by the bottom of the bed wrapped in a towel. Blood surged through me, bringing my cock to life.

“Drop the towel Ivy and come and stand below the chain.”

Ivy’s eyes rise to the chain as she slowly drops the towel and comes to stand before me. The pert little tits with their hard nubs, were crying out for me to stroke them. Slowly I walk around Ivy’s lithe body. She has already plaited her hair away from her face and with a tug on the braid, I draw Ivy’s head back and as I brush her shoulder with my hand, trailing a finger down her spine to press into her asshole.

“Tonight Ivy, that’s mine.”

With a slap to her ass, I then walk round to the front and stroke her bare pussy. The flesh soft to the touch. As my fingers continued to explore Ivy’s body, her breathing tempo changes and her eyes begin to dilate.

“Arms up Baby Girl.”

As soon as Ivy’s wrists were attached to the chain, I pull on the levy until her arms were taut enough to cause her back to arch and her tits to stick out. I then grab the spreader bar and place it in-between Ivy’s legs and cuff her ankles. While Ivy was precariously balanced on her feet, I knelt between her legs and kissed the damp pussy. The little shudder she emitted sends the blood to my ears.

Cupping her ass, I knead the soft, spongy flesh as my tongue snakes out and licks the cream from between her pussy lips. Ivy’s moans have begun to fill the room and reluctantly I left my paradise and pick up the ball gag off the bed.

“Dec.”

“Three Baby girl.”

“Three, why three?”

“One for cheek, two for about to argue over the gag and three for questioning me.”

As Ivy glared at me, I put the blindfold in place and kiss her on the head. Then I did what I have wanted to do, since Ivy removed her towel. I take the hard sweet nub into my mouth and lather it with my tongue. Pulling and tugging on the sweet pebble as it became stiffer in my mouth. As I continue with my sucking, Ivy thrust her hips towards me, and I quickly stepped back.

Tonight I’ll not be using nipple clamps on Ivy. Tonight I want to play with her nipples, but first there was the matter of the butt plug. As soon as I have the lubrication, I push a dollop into Ivy’s ass and then coat the butt plug before inserting it into her ass. Quiet moans, can be heard in the room, yet each time I glanced up at Ivy’s hands, the safety cloths were being held tight in place.

With another inspection of Ivy’s body, I check that the chains were not too tight, asking Ivy if she was still fine. When she nods her head, I lift the small hand flogger and trail the tresses, across Ivy’s pale flesh. Goose bumps and tears of sweat begin to cover Ivy’s body, and still I tickle the tresses across her stomach, gently brushing the ends against her pussy. With each motion I make, Ivy’s body follows the flogger, seeking out more contact. Another swipe of my fingers through the flesh of her pussy proves Ivy was as aroused as hell. Her pussy, sucking on my finger when I gently prodded her hole before I push the finger in, swirling it round, then a second joined and a third.

As I thrust my fingers into Ivy’s pussy, her hips push down against my digits, seeking more. Happy to oblige my Baby Girl, I thrust and pounded harder into her. When the first tremors of her oncoming orgasm begins to pulse around my fingers, I pull my fingers out and step back.

“Naught Ivy, No cumming till I tell you to.”

As I raise my eyes from Ivy’s pussy, I find my treasures, and again take them into my mouth. Nibbling and chewing on them alternatively. As I suckle on the hard nubs. I raise Ivy’s butt and push her pussy against my hard cock, rubbing against her flesh through the soft leather of my pants. More small tremors pulsed against me as I felt Ivy’s body becoming tense.

Slowly I let go of the nipples and pick the flogger up once more, scattering the leather thongs against her tits, swirling them against her flesh. As Ivy became used to the soft leather, I step back and begin to flog her tits and nipples. Soon the skin becomes a rosy red with each stroke I make, and still Ivy kept hold of the cloths, her body, hunting down the flogger tassels as her moans became louder round the gag.

“Would you like my cock in you Baby Girl?”

Ivy’s head jerks up as she locates me. Her gaze direct behind the cloth as she nods her head vigorously. At Ivy’s consent, I drop the flogger and move behind her, my hands trailing on her hip as my fingers prodded at the flesh of her ass. Gently I stroked the crack in her ass, coming to rest against the butt plug, which I gave a gentle tug.

“Do you want to feel my cock in your ass Baby Girl?”

Again, Ivy gives another vicious nod of her head as she pushes her ass against my hands. With one last pat of the butt plug, I reach over for the condom and place it on my hard throbbing cock, rubbing lubrication on to the latex. As soon as I have the butt plug removed and dropped onto the floor, I place more lubrication, into Ivy’s slippery ass and massage the inner passage with my fingers. Happy that Ivy should be able to receive me without any pain or discomfort, I gently push into her opening and slid my cock in. As soon as I am fully seated, I grab hold of her waist with one hand, and with the other, I search for her clit.

Now that I have Ivy distracted, her body begging for release, I let go of her clit to hold her by the waist as I begin to steadily thrust in, then pull part way out of her ass, before pushing in again. The steady pace is building up and it’s not long before I find my release, filling the condom.

When I’m finished, I pull out of Ivy and dispose of the used condom, replacing it with a clean one. After unhooking Ivy’s arms, I lay her on the bed, raising her shackled legs as I thrust hard and deep into her hot warm pussy. The muscles contract around my hard shaft as I pound into her. Ivy’s hips reach up to my thrusting ones. With a loud groan, I thrust once more, my semen filling the latex as Ivy’s own orgasm takes over her body.

DCMC

“Dec.”

“Yeah.”

“I love it when you bathe me and nurse me afterwards.”

We were lying in warm soapy water, and I was idly stroking Ivy’s arms, kneading out the kinks. Ivy’s body is curved into mine, her head lying on my shoulder and she was wearing a smile, which breaks my heart.

Today has been a bitch of a day.

Shortly after taking the biker who was responsible for Ivy’s accident. Adam had begun to hang around the club, asking questions and it hadn’t been safe for me to administer the bastard’s punishment.

Sinbad had dealt with his problem. The senseless killing of Anna-Leigh’s had been dealt with. Two days after burying Pa, a body had been found. Adam had his suspicions and although it was out of his jurisdiction, it wasn’t stopping him from questioning the MC. Adam or no Adam; I was going to deal with the son of the bitch in the next few days.

“Dec.”

“Yeah.”

“Are we staying in the tub till we’re old and wrinkly.”

A soft rumble of laughter floats through my body. Ivy was coming round now, which meant she would be hungry. As soon as we were out of the tub, I dry Ivy and place her in the bed, passing her the sandwich I had made earlier. As Ivy takes a bite, mayo dripped on the corner of her lip and I watched it as it precariously balanced. Unable to deny myself the temptation, I leant over and licked the goo as I place a kiss on the sandwich stuffed mouth. As Ivy continues with her sandwich, I begin to clear the room, cleaning the butt plug and flogger.

“I love you Dec.”

Ivy’s words compressed round my heart and for a moment, I couldn’t move. I know I should have answered Ivy, but instead, I carried on cleaning the room.

“Did you hear me Dec?”

With my tool bag in my hand, I pull the zipper and drop it to the bottom of the cupboard.

“Yeah, I heard you Ivy. What were you expecting? A declaration of love from me. You know I don’t do love. Been there, done that etc. etc. Love is no big deal.”

While I’m speaking, Ivy drops the remainder of her sandwich back onto the plate.

“If you don’t love me. Why did you talk about me knocking you off your feet?”

“Sexually Ivy. From the moment we met, I’ve lusted after you. Craved your body.”

“You’re not making sense Dec. Why come to Las Vegas, if all you wanted was a fuck.”

“Why, because until I fucked you, I couldn’t get my dick up for any of the whores and needed you out of my system.”

“Well, I hope to fuck; I’m out of your system now Dec. And don’t bother coming back to the apartment.”

In silence, I watch as Ivy climbs out of the bed to dress.

As the door swung behind her, and from down the hallway, I heard “Unicorn.”

Ivy had called time and there was no turning back. Throwing on my jeans and a T-shirt I head for the bar.

Chapter 30

The man is an utter loser. You tell him you love him and what does he do, He spouts on about sexual attraction. As I rub harder with the sandpaper on an old trunk, I find my mind being swapped in a vortex of seething anger. It’s been three days and he hasn’t attempted to make a phone call. All right, so I had called Unicorn, but did the loser have to hold me to it.

Oscar hasn’t been much help either. I’d rung him for help and after several missed calls; he had finally returned mine, only to tell me he wasn’t becoming mixed up in my relationship. Relationship, what fucking relationship.

Early this morning I made the decision to go out and visit the folks, my notice at the garage came to an end this week and there was nothing holding me back. With a sigh, I knelt back onto my heels and admired my work. I could run, but I wasn’t going to. Comfort Springs is my home and if I bump into the loser, well, I’ll just behave indifferently in his presence. So I told him I loved him. Me, and my mouth would figure a way to get over it.

“Dec isn’t doing much better.”

I was so deep in thought, I hadn’t heard the bell over the door ring, or Rayven enter. On Monday, I’ll be open for business. Along with Dec’s help, we’ve worked industriously to have the place up and running.

“Sorry Rayven what was that.”

“I said Dec looks awful.”

“I’m fine Rayven… Are you saying I look a mess?”

With a hand to my head, I touch the ponytail. I may not be looking my best, but I was working, and I wasn’t going to dress up to sand.

“No Ivy, you look great. It’s that piece of wood I’m more concerned about.”

As Rayven came further into the room, she pulled up a chair and waved a bottle of JD in my direction.

“Do you have any glasses?”

“I don’t need a drink.”

“That maybe, but a couple will be fine.”

“Rayven he lied.”

Rayven’s eyebrow raised as she waited for me to carry on.

“He said he doesn’t love me. But he does.”

“Hell Ivy, most the club knows he loves you. But he’s in denial.”

The amber liquid tasted bitter as it slid down my throat. Yet, I swallowed another mouthful, grateful to have something to do.

“So what are you going to do?”

“There’s nothing I can do Rayven, I called it.”

“You know Ivy; you’re just as stubborn as he is.”

“If you’re not going to offer me sympathy, then leave.”

“I’m drinking Ivy; I need to wait for Tabby or one of the brothers to take me home.”

“Well, if you intend to get drunk, let’s go do this upstairs in comfort.”

The bottle was about half full by the time we called it quits and I made a coffee while Rayven waited for her lift.

“Ivy. A good relationship isn’t easy. You have to work at it.”

“It also takes two Rayven.”

DCMC

The garage is busy and the paperwork was never ending. As I was just about to input what appeared to be the same invoice on to the computer system. Fudge strolled into the reception area with a mug of coffee.

“Here, I thought you could do with this.”

After passing me my coffee, the biker sat in one of the sofa’s his long leg bent over his knee as his foot swung and sipped his own coffee, Milky brown eyes watched me intently, and I found myself squirming in my chair.

“What?”

“Today’s your last day. What are you going to do next?”

“Work at the shop. Do you have an issue with that?”

I know Dec said me he was my landlord, but technically, the building belonged to Devil’s Comfort. As I continue to squint at Fudge, I wondered about the monopoly, which Devil’s Comfort has on Comfort Springs.