Kink's Way (15 page)

The feel of his erection pressing against her
cleft had the desire to rub against him rising to the surface. But she didn’t
act on her instincts to do that, because she knew that if she was patient and
obedient, he would bring her to a place she had never dreamed of.

His warm breath moved across her ear, and she
forced herself not to turn toward him. He thrust his hips back and forth
against her, slow, easy, but determined and calculated. That wave of power
filled her again, and she knew that just because he was the one in control
right now, she still held this dominating, hardened biker in the palm of her
hand.

“Are you ready for me, Cookie, for this?” He
squeezed her breast lightly. “Does the idea of what I do, of what I want to do,
scare you?” This man was used to the good, dirty kind of sex. He liked the kind
that was kinky and dark, and had always filtered through the back of her mind,
but was made up of things she was too afraid to even contemplate. But even though
he had asked her a question he didn’t give her time to respond. “I’m not any
good for you, Cookie, but I’m too selfish to walk away, to let you go.” He
continued thrusting back and forth against her, making her wetter, hotter. “The
world you’ve lived in has been ugly and cruel, and you deserve something
beautiful and light, something that matches who you are.” His words were meant
to be soft, but she still heard the huskiness in them. “The world
I
live in should scare the hell out of
you, not turn you on.” His mouth was still by her ear and his hands were still
on her breasts. “But you’re still here, and you aren’t going anywhere, are you,
baby?”

She shook her head, not able to speak. His
words may have held a note of desperation and despair in them, but his body was
still primed for her, just as hers was for him.

“I crave you so fucking bad, and have never
wanted someone as much as I want you.” He emphasized his point by pressing his
erection against her, and a soft sound left her. “I admitted I’m a selfish
bastard because, even though I know this is wrong on so many levels, I can’t
stop. I won’t.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” She turned her
head and kissed him hard. The sound he made had her heart pounding harder and
faster. She didn’t want him to stop … ever. “Please, Kink, just take me. I
don’t care about all of that other stuff.”

He slipped his tongue into her mouth at the
same time he reached between their bodies and aligned the head of his cock to
her entrance. She lifted her hips, knowing that she couldn’t take it anymore,
and was desperate to feel him stretching her.

“Please—” Her words were cut off when he
started to push himself into her nice and easy. She broke the kiss and threw
her head back, groaning out her pleasure. When he was fully inside of her he
let he let her have a moment of time to get used to him. He then started moving
back and forth, making love to her so sweetly that she was gasping for words to
tell him what he meant to her. Over and over he pushed into her, and just as
slowly he’d pull out. It was a never-ending crescendo of pleasure, one that was
meant to titillate and entice her, but not strong enough to get her off. It
showed her that he cared for her in his own gruff way, and that he was as
capable of giving gently as he was at taking what he wanted.

The minutes ticked by as he made love to her,
and for the first time in her life she knew what it really meant.

“I’d die for you,” he said against her throat.
“I’d kill for you, Bailey.” With her hands still securely wrapped around the
headboard slats, Kink leaned back only slightly, and looked down to where their
bodies were connected. “You’re mine and I won’t let you go, because I can’t.
I’m too much of a selfish bastard.” And he then started pumping in and out of
her. He brought her so close to the edge, and then he’d stop right before he’d
continue. Her pussy was so wet for him, and the sound of his skin slapping
against hers reverberated in the room.

“All mine.” He growled against her neck and
picked up speed.

Soon she was falling over the edge into
mindless, blissful completion. She let go of the headboard, and grabbed his
shoulders, needing to hold onto
him
as she went over. Just as the high started to slowly dwindle, she found herself
flipped on her belly. The world shifted beneath her, a gasp left her, and she
blinked back the haze that settled over her. He had his hands on her hips,
curled his fingers into her flesh, and murmured something she couldn’t
understand, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel him inside of her
again. He lifted her ass, palmed her cheeks, and then dipped his finger into
her wetness, only to bring it to her back entrance. Cookie knew what he wanted,
and she shouldn’t have wanted
that
.
But she did. She shouldn’t have wanted any more, especially what she knew was
about to come, but she couldn’t stop herself from giving him everything.

“
You going
to give me
this, baby?” He squeezed one cheek of her ass, and used the finger of his other
hand to tease her anus.

She didn’t answer verbally, but showed him
with her body language that she wanted this, too. Palms flat on the mattress
and legs spread wide, she waited for him to make his next move. Cookie looked
over her shoulder, saw that he was staring at her ass, and waited with her
heart in her throat for him to take her. She wasn’t an anal virgin, but this
was the first time she’d craved it. Her vagina still convulsed from the after
tremors of her orgasm, and she still had her ass high in the air for the
taking. The thought of letting him in there, with his massive erection, should
have scared the hell out of her, but all she felt was the mindless pleasure of
wanting more.

Cookie closed her eyes when she felt his
fingers skate over her slit to gather her cream. There was no tensing, no
worries about what was going to happen next as he spread her juices over her
anus. The sheets were tightly fisted between her fingers, and he repeated the
action, over and over, bringing her closer to begging him to fuck her ass. She
thought he would push right into her, but instead he leaned over her, covered
her back with his chest, and breathed into her ear. With his other hand she
felt him stroke her lower back, and she knew it wasn’t because he liked that
part of her body. She had scars there, and he had obviously seen them. This
small act of sweetness had tears forming in her eyes, but she blinked them
away.

“You still with me?” he asked softly.

“I am. Please don’t stop.”

“Okay, baby.” He teased her back hole again,
slow, easy, gently. “Just stay here with me, okay?”

She nodded.

Of course the fear of pain was present, but
his soft touches told her he was a dominating, but gentle and compassionate
lover. He had already ensured her pleasure above his by bringing her to climax
three times, and he still had yet to find his own release.

“You’re so responsive to my touch. Will you be
this responsive when I’m buried deep in your ass?”

A shiver shook her body. She didn’t answer,
couldn’t.

“Come on, Cookie,” he said softly. “Answer
me.” His voice was thick and sweet like honey.

“I want to feel you everywhere.” She felt
herself blush, not because she had said the words he so desperately wanted to
hear, but because she had meant them, each and every one.

“I am so hard for you. Do you feel what you do
to me?” He lifted off her back, and she felt his erection slide across her ass.

She wanted to tell him to do it, to beg him to
end her misery and quit taunting her. Maybe she spoke aloud because in the next
second he was moving away from her only long enough to grab some lube and a condom
from his bedside table. He was back to her seconds later, and poured the cold,
slick lubrication between her cheeks. The feel of his cockhead pressed to her
anus when he was finished priming her had her breathing heavier. He slowly
pushed all his hard inches into her. Tears stung her eyes, and she started to
feel the burn of being filled completely. The sting of the tip of his shaft
popping through the tight ring of muscle had her squeezing her eyes shut. And
then he slid easily into her. A groan left him, and he held onto her hips in an
ironclad grip. He didn’t move for a few seconds, and she knew he was letting
her body get accustomed to his girth.

“So good, Bailey, so fucking good that I could
come right now.”
He started moving in and out of her, and soon
the burn of pain was replaced by something far more pleasing. Each time he
pushed into her that desire heightened. His groans behind her were enough to
have her nearing yet another orgasm, but it was his hands reaching in front of
her and rubbing her clit back and forth that had her crying out. She pressed
her face into the mattress and shook uncontrollably. One thrust, two thrusts,
and on the third one he buried himself so deep in her ass that his balls
slapped her pussy. His language was crass, but it reflected the strong emotions
she was sure he felt at that moment. She couldn’t fault him for that, because
inside she felt the same way. When he pulled out of her and wrapped his body
around hers, she had to force herself to not fall into a euphoric-induced coma.

“You leave soon,” she said softly, and closed
her eyes when he kissed the top of her head, and shifted enough to bring the
blanket over them both.

“I know.”

“Are you frightened about what will happen
tonight?” She leaned back enough that she could tilt her head back and
look
at him. “I’m frightened for you.” She knew telling him
that wasn’t helping anything, but the words had tumbled out of her mouth.

He didn’t speak for several seconds and then
cupped the side of her face. He looked right into her eyes, like he could see
her very soul. “Am I scared of dying, or taking a life that crossed the club?”
He shook his head. “No, baby, I’m not scared. I’m juiced to get this over with,
to get vengeance for what they did to us.” He smoothed his thumb along her
cheekbone. “I want to make sure you’re safe, that Callie is safe.” He smiled,
but it faltered slightly. “But I will tell you what I am afraid of.” He leaned
in close enough that their lips touched. “I’m scared of leaving you behind.” He
kissed her hard, possessively, and with so much emotion that she tasted the
saltiness of her tears. For once in her life she had let her guard down, her
carefully placed wall that she had survived with. And it was all because of
this one man and the powerful emotions he evoked inside of her.

Chapter Twelve

Everything was quiet, too fucking quiet for Kink’s
comfort. He stood beside Lucien, and Malice was on the other side of him. Tuck,
Rock, and Ruin were spread out around them, and the sound of several men
inhaling from their cigarettes was loud in the still night. Gravel crunching
under tires had all of them turning around. A dark van came to a stop beside
their own
black one parked just a few feet away. They had
left their bikes behind at the clubhouse, because what they were going for was
stealth, not power. They didn’t want their spot compromised if the cult was in
the warehouse, which they didn’t even know for sure since they didn’t have a
visual of cars or activity in the rundown building.

Jagger and his crew stepped out of the van and made
their way toward them. The Grizzly MC was one fierce bunch of motherfuckers,
having this animal power to back them up, and so they were an asset and
hardcore alley to have behind The Brothers of Menace. Jagger stopped, and Stinger,
Diesel, Dallas, Court,
Drevin
, and Brick all stopped
beside their President. The shadows played over their massive bodies, and
although most residents of Steel Corner and even River Run were afraid of this
MC, The Brothers could take care of their own and handle their shit.

“Thanks for the back-up, boys,” Lucien said and
flicked his cigarette away. The moon was full, and even though it cast this
silvery glow on everything, with the buildings scattered around this industrial
part of town, everything looked more sinister. Good, because they all were a
sinister fucking bunch. The Fairview chapter had come in earlier in the day,
and they stood back as they moved closer to The Grizzlies.

“You know we have your back. Your club helped us out
during some tricky shit, and things will be a lot better if we work together
instead of against each other.”

Kink couldn’t agree more. He shoved his hands in his
front pockets and glanced at the six Grizzlies in front of them.

“So, how is this going down?” Jagger asked. “Lucien,
you told us the bare minimum on the phone.” Jagger rolled his head around on
his neck and then cracked his knuckles. There was this dangerous, hard, and
angry energy that was coming off of everyone, but what they were about to do
was not light work. People would get killed, but when someone fucked with the
club, with the people they had under their protection, action had to be taken.

“We don’t have confirmation that they are in there
right now. We haven’t seen any movement on the outside, and there are no
vehicles parked there,” Kink said, and glanced at the men standing around. Marx
and the rest of the Fairview chapter moved closer. They had already gone
through all of this with them, but they needed to formulate the plan now.