Dec's Downfall: (A Brothers of Devil's Comfort Book 5) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC) (20 page)

“I’m going to tell you I love you Dec. Because I do. I’m going to tell you it every day.”

“Ivy.”

Ivy’s fingers slid across my mouth as she shushed me.

“I don’t need you to tell me every day Dec. Occasionally would be nice. Okay, maybe once a week. Or if you want every other day. Just tell me you do and when you do, mean it.”

“Shut up Ivy. I love you. And I’ll tell you as often as I want. Sometimes it might only be once a day. Other times it might be a dozen. But know this Ivy. You hold my heart and I reckon we have about fifty years to get this right…”

“… Oh, and Ivy no more Unicorn. If you have a problem use Pumpkin.”

Epilogue

“Baby Girl are you sure you want to do this?”

Sir has asked me this several times as we drove over to Tie me Down. Today is Rayven’s birthday and Tabby wants to give her something special, and I have agreed to the task. When I look across the crowded room, my gaze falls on Rayven, who is laughing at something Tabby is whispering in her ear. Almost as though she senses my gaze, her eyes meet mine, and she flashes me one of her beautiful smiles. There was no knowing look or anything different about the look she gave me. Yet when Tabby’s gaze follows Rayven’s, and clashes with mine, I give him a slight nod of my head, his hand tightening against Rayven as he bent down to whisper in her ear.

From where I’m standing, I watch as Tabby guide Rayven out of the room. My heart is accelerating and I can hear the blood thundering in my ears.

“Baby Girl. If you don’t want to do this. We can leave.”

With a smile, I turned to Dec, my biker, my lover, my master. A man who was demanding to both my body and soul and yet he set me free. In the past months, Dec has opened up and each day I learn more about this man. While he teaches me the art of Domination and Submission, Dec gives me the freedom I crave and I teach him about life, about opening up.

“I love you Dec and I want to do this.”

Quietly Dec led me to a room, which I had seen him leave earlier. Once we are inside I see that the lights are dim, and on the center stage is a St Andrew’s cross, which has my panties wet. Fuck, I shouldn’t be this turned on. I’m about to be put on display for Tabby and Rayven and the pulse in my clit is racing. Tabby and Rayven may be watching, but I was only here for Dec, for my Master and only for him.

As we came further into the room, Rayven raised her head from Tabby, where she had been deeply tongue kissing him. The buttons to her blouse unfastened. When she saw us, for a moment she is startled and sit back, grabbing her blouse together, only to be stopped by Tabby.

“It’s okay Rayven. Dec and Ivy have agreed to be tonight’s entertainment.”

Once more, Rayven starred between us and I slowly walked over to her.

“Rayven, if you don’t want to do this, we can leave. But Tabby explained that you enjoyed watching and I thought you might enjoy tonight. That you might enjoy watching what Dec does to does to my body”

Rayven’s cobalt blue eyes glazed over has she studied me before turning to Tabby, and a slow smile spread across her face.

“This is my birthday surprise.”

“Yes and Rayven, your pussy is soaking.”

At Tabby’s words, my eyes involuntarily fell to Rayven’s junction, where I notice Tabby’s hands was under her skirt, stroking her pussy.

“Baby Girl.”

At the sound of Dec’s voice, I turn towards him and slide my hand into his and follow him to the stage. Once we reached the stage, Sir places me in front of the St Andrew’s cross so that I was facing forward. In this light, I realize that I couldn’t actually see Tabby and Rayven and didn’t know what they were doing. As I stare at the front, a blindfold is placed over my eyes and I lose sight of everything. As he ties the cloth into place. Sir begins to speak.

“What’s your safe word Baby Girl?”

“Pumpkin Sir.”

“Good Girl.”

As he speaks to me, Sir’s touch is soft as it glides over my arms and round to my back, where he slowly undoes the zipper and parts the dress, revealing my body to our audience. When the dress hits the floor, I step out of it. As Sir walks around me inspecting me, I wait for my instructions. When Sir comes to stand in front of me, he drops to his knees and swiftly removes my panties. Although I’m standing naked in front of three people, I don’t move or attempt to cover myself. My breathing has turned shallow as the blood races through my body.

Slowly Sir turns my body round and now my back is to our audience and he is stroking the indention at my back, his hand coming to rest on my ass. When I shuffle my legs, to bring them closer. Sir slaps my ass and my clit burns as the blood beats against the tender flesh.

“Don’t move Baby Girl.”

In the air, I hear a gasp and realize its Rayven’s. That she must be watching Dec as he explores my body.

“Move forward Baby Girl and step onto the platform.”

With Sir’s help, I’m soon on the platform and feel the St Andrew’s cross as it presses against my body. As I brace myself to be cuffed to the torture instrument, Sir turns me so that I’m facing forward and my back is to the cross.

“Raise your arms Baby Girl.”

Willingly, I raise my arms until they are stretched out and sir has me restrained to the wheel. The height of the bindings has me standing on my toes.

“Now stretch out your leg Baby Girl.”

With Sir’s help, I stretch my leg out and he soon has it cuffed to the wheel. While I teeter slightly at the loss of balance, Sir swiftly spreads my free leg until this ankle is also shackled to the wheel.

“How do you feel Baby Girl?”

“Good Sir. My pussy is wet Sir.”

As I speak, Sir rubs his fingers between my pussy lips and gently probes at my hole as his fingertip dips in.

“Yes Baby Girl you are wet. Is it because we have an audience.”

Until Sir had spoken, I had forgotten about Tabby and Rayven and I honestly shake my head in the negative.

“No Sir. I’m wet for you.”

“Good Girl.”

As Sir continues to talk to me, my world has tilted and I realize Sir has changed the position of the cross and that I am now facing towards the ceiling. Fingertips, trail across my body, and begin to tweak my nipples, pulling hard on them, which is swiftly followed by a kiss, before his fingers return. A soft gasp escapes me and my body follows the fingers, wanting more.

“Please Sir.”

As I beg for more, the first drops of wax lands on my body and my stomach contracts. More wax drops, this time on my breast and nipples. My stomach is heaving heavily as I gasp for breath and more wax is poured on me.

“Please Sir.”

“You please me Baby Girl. But you have to be punished first.”

Shit, I forgot about the punishment and I don’t have time to grasp what is happening as my world tilts once more as Sir straightens the cross, only to give it a spin. When the wheel stops spinning, I don’t know which way up I am, yet the touch of Sir’s fingers in my pussy soon stops me thinking or caring. The sweet touch of his fingers as he rubs the flesh has me clenching my hips as I attempt to close my legs.

“Please Sir, Let me cum.”

Still Sir ignores me as he rubs my flesh. Then the wheel is spun again and Sir stops it. His mouth coming to rest on mine as he kisses me. A soft pure kiss, which has my heart melting and beating at the same time. When the kiss is broken, I whimper. A whimper, which soon turns into a gasp when Sir begins to pull on my nipples, licking and biting them. When I think I can take no more. I feel the touch of cold steel and my stomach contracts in. I hate the nipple clamps and then Sir is tightening them on to my nipples and the bells ring as Sir slaps each tit.

“Please Sir, Stop.”

“Do you want me to stop Baby Girl?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Are you going to use your safe word?”

Shamelessly, I shake my head.

“No Sir, Please fuck me.”

As I continue to beg Sir, to both, stop and fuck me, I feel the tendrils of the flogger as it sails across my stomach, tits, and pussy. The contact of the leather against my skin has me breathing in deeply and my pussy is wet. My cream is gathering at the top of my legs and I long to cum.

“Please Sir.”

When I hear Sir drop the flogger, I weep with need. For I’m sure Sir is about to let me have my climax. Instead of feeling his cock between my legs, Sir has dropped to the ground and has begun to tongue fuck me. By now, my voice is hoarse from the crying and begging I have done, Yet Sir is still preventing me from cumming, as he bites onto my clit, stopping the blood.

“Sir.”

This is screamed aloud, as in one thrust; Sir has sheathed his cock into my pussy, and is pounding into me hard. The inner muscles of my pussy clamp on to Sir’s dick, drawing him in further. Each time he withdrew from me, I would gasp in despair.

“Please Sir.”

“Now Baby Girl, Fly for me.”

That is just what I do, as Sir thrusts into me hard and deep, his finger on my clit pressing it. The world fades away and when I open my eyes, Dec has me wrapped in a blanket and is using the backstairs to carry me up to our room.

“Are you alright Ivy?”

“Ask me in the morning when I can think.”

I snuggle into the warm body and nibble on Dec’s neck. After Dec has bathed us both, he’ll make sweet love to me.

Yeah. The day Dec sent me to my knees was the day I became his.

Tabby & Rayven.

“Rayven if you don’t want this, I can find a couple of club whores.”

My heart was in my mouth. When Tabby had asked me to go to the room to watch a private show, I didn’t realize he meant to watch Dec and Ivy. Normally when Tabby and I play our game, we use a couple of the strippers who can be trusted and I had blindly followed Tabby.

When he had begun to kiss me and undo the buttons on my blouse, I hadn’t stopped him. Instead, my hands slid under his T-shirt to stroke his abs, before making my way up to his nipples. When the door had opened, I had casually glanced up, and it was only when I had seen Dec and Ivy, I had attempted to cover myself. Then Tabby had spoken to me in his quiet, soft voice and I had become turned on as the image of Dec rose before me.

Like everyone else in the club, I knew Dec was hard BDSM. That compared to him, Tabby only toyed. Eventually I had told Tabby it was okay and settled against his body to watch Dec as he led Ivy towards the stage. It was only then, that I became aware of the contraption on the stage, and silently I watched Dec as he stripped Ivy, while Tabby’s fingers had been pressed against the flesh of my pussy, rubbing the cream, which was a sure sign I was turned on. Soon my gasps turned into sharp moans as I continued to watch Dec play with Ivy, and Tabby’s fingers left my pussy to travel up to my tits and play with my nipples. As Tabby played with me. I continued to watch Dec and Ivy, rubbing my hips against Tabby, feeling his cock pulsing against the material. Lost in Tabby’s touch, I turned to face him and kissed him, long, hard, and deep. Tabby soon had my blouse and skirt removed and as I undid the buttons to his denims, he pushed me to the floor. Where I greedily opened my mouth and took his cock in. At first, I sucked on the head gently, lathering my tongue over the tip, as I tasted his pre-cum.

Tabby was dissatisfied with my slowness and was now gripping my hair as he began to thrust into my mouth, pushing against my gag reflexes. Soon I had my muscles relaxed and I was able to take Tabby’s cock in further. As I felt the veins throb and heard Tabby’s moans, I knew by the tempo of his grunts that it wouldn’t be long before Tabby had his orgasm. My clit was pounding and with my hand, I found the swollen nub and began to rub the flesh, as I was about to cum, Tabby pulled away from my mouth and thrust into my wet hot pussy as he pushed me onto the floor. With each thrust he made, I made a counter thrust, and soon we were both fighting for dominance. As I found my release and my body shook, Tabby’s released his semen into me, a sign he had reached his climax. I don’t know who won that round and I don’t care.

Gentle fingers bring me back to the present. Still joined to Tabby, he raised his chest and stared into my eyes.

“Happy Birthday Rayven.”

New Series:

A Devil’s Comfort / The UFC Fighters.

Flynn’s Salvation.

Prologue.

A week, it’s been a week since Flynn spent the night at his apartment. What did he think I was going to do? Rape him. Shit, I’d only had a glass of wine too many and made a fumbling pass at the man. I’m a grown woman, and I can handle rejection, I tell myself. After all, he wouldn’t be the first and I doubt he’ll be the last.

Angry with myself, I l raised the glass of wine to my mouth, and gave a snigger. Cayden would be proud of me. Two bottles of wine and the room was tilting. With a clatter and a bang of the chair, I stumble into the room Flynn was renting me during my stay in Las Vegas.

“Oh shit how did this happen?”

With a groan, I flopped against the pillow and shut my eyes. It may not have helped my daydream. It does however, stop the room from spinning. As I threw my arm across my eyes, I let my mind drift back to that night. The way Flynn had sat so close to me on the couch. Naively, I believed he had felt the same way. That he was attracted to me as I was to him.

With a groan, I fill my mouth with my fist and bite down hard. The tears began to gather in the corner of my eyes. Fuck, it had been my birthday and no one had either sent a card or called to wish me happy birthday. How hard is it to forget the birth of your own child? Shit, I didn’t even know why I was upset. It wasn’t as though it was the first birthday they had forgotten. To hide my disappointment, I had ordered a take-way and bought a couple of packs of beer, Shit I was over twenty-one. No, I was twenty-one today.