Ryder's Last Run (Dueling Dragons MC Series) (13 page)

I forcefully flip her over to her stomach. She jerks her head up and arches her back some and her sweet ass is calling my name. Her skin is flawless and smooth and this seems to calm my anger.

I work my way up the back of her thigh with my tongue toward her ass. She’s moaning and writhing under the feel of my wet and warm tongue. As I reach her cheeks, I bite down on the left one and use my hand to spread her legs wide open. I plunge two fingers deep into her wet hole. I know she will be nearing her orgasm soon, so I abruptly stop my fingers and remove them from her hole. She lets out a frustrated gasp and I use her wetness on my fingers to trace the red bite marks that I’ve left on her ass.

“Kotik moya, you were a naughty girl earlier and I have not forgotten that you need to be punished.” She stiffens herself and sinks into the bed. I smell her fear again and I feed off it.

I reach over and pick up my flogger. I lightly trace her ass with the tips of the leather and she shivers at the feel of it across her skin. I know that she is anticipating the sting of it across her body. As I continue to caress her with the flogger, she moans loudly. I pull it back and flog her across the ass; when she feels the bite of the leather, she jumps slightly and her moans grow louder. I continue to smack her ass and let her feel the sting. I give her ten good lashes of the flogger on her smooth sweet ass. As I see the redness on her skin develop, I become rock hard.

She has her head lifted upwards and her ass arches up to me. My iPod changes over to a song that makes me feel alive. It’s “Pain” by Three Days Grace. It is my favorite fuck song.

I slip the cock ring onto my hard dick and straddle her thighs, sliding myself into her glorious hot, wet hole. I place my hands on her ass as I drive myself deep into her and pull myself back out. She is thoroughly enjoying the feel of my cock ring and the thickness of my shaft as I take long strokes in and out her.

Just as I up my tempo of my delivery, I grab her hair and hold it tight and I slam harder and harder into her. I reflect my emotions of anger and agony with motion. The harder I push into her, the louder she moans and the wetter she becomes. I release her hair and pull on her thighs to bring her up onto the bed so I can take her like an alpha dog fucking his bitch in heat. I yank her by the hair again and I drive her home as I lay my hand down across her ass with a thundering smack. She opens her mouth and a loud scream escapes.

I snake my arm to her tits, and unfasten the first nipple clamp and she lets out a painful scream and then I slowly rub her nipple to help the blood flow return. As I do this, I feel her pussy contract around my cock as an orgasm begins within her. I unfasten the second clamp and do the same. She is now lost in her release. I am satisfied that I’ve inflicted the pain that I sought to make myself feel again.

As her vaginal contractions die down, I throw back my head and feel myself about to c
ome as my balls tighten up and I blow it loose deep inside of her. What a beautiful sight to look upon her reddened ass, her bound wrists, and her gorgeous body covered in glistening sweat.

I pull out of her hole
, remove the cock ring, and unbind her wrists. She falls forward and reaches up to remove the blindfold. I lie down on my back and look up at the ceiling, trying to gather control over myself.

She looks over at me and says, “I’d tell you to kiss my ass, but I am pretty sure you’d fall in love, and then I’d never get rid of you.” She giggles a little and I just look at her. Little does she know that I fell a long time ago
, before she ever knew I was available. I look up and down her body again, and I feel myself getting hard again. I just shake my head.

“I think we have a plan to discuss and, if you’re a good girl, I might just kiss your ass later, kotik moya.”

****

It is the day before my fight with the cocksucker
, Ryder, so this meeting with Deacon, Bambi, and my Uncle Antoniy is of the utmost importance. We have to make sure that everything is in perfect sync in order to go perfectly. The Dueling Dragons motorcycle club will be losing their current Prez and VP tomorrow. I will take Ryder out in the ring and kill him while Deacon and Bambi take care of Prez at the club.

Most of the members are supposed to be present at the fight and I will be wearing a mask so my brothers don
’t recognize me.  It will give Bambi and Deacon the opportunity to take out Prez while the club is deserted. Bambi’s role is to show up and surprise Prez and come on to him and offer him a blow job while Deacon sneaks up on his ass and takes him out with a bullet to the back of the head. Ryder won’t know what hits him when I am done with him.

I arrive at the compound where they
’re holding Ryder and I make my way back to my uncle’s office to wait on Bambi and Deacon to arrive. As I walk in, he’s on the phone yelling in Russian. He speaks perfect English so I have to assume he’s talking to one of our people overseas. He says a few more things to the person on the other end and nods at me to take a seat. He finishes up his call and stands to greet me with a bear hug and a slap on the back. That’s his way of showing me affection.

“Nephew. Sit! Would you like a glass of vodka?” I shake my head no; I’ve never developed a love for our Russian national drink like he has. I prefer a nice tumbler of Kentucky bourbon.

I sit back and draw in a breath. “Is everything a go on your end for tomorrow?” I am relying on him to have my transportation out of here prepared so I can make a quick escape. This place will be crawling with Dueling Dragons brothers tomorrow and none of them can figure out that I am the fighter
who kills Ryder. He nods yes and it assures me that everything is in place.

Bambi and Deacon show up about twenty minutes later. Deacon sits down on the other side of me and Bambi takes a seat on my lap. My uncle eyes me suspiciously and I just look at him as if to say, “It’s none of your business
, old man.” He takes the hint. He eyes Deacon and pulls out a cigar from his humidor. The man loves his expensive illegal Cuban cigars. I never saw the point. He groomed me and placed me in the motorcycle club to keep an eye on things. Ryder’s pops took an interest in me back when I was fighting fulltime and needed me as muscle for the club. In the end, I took care of that motherfucker. Just as the father fell, so will the son.

Bambi
kisses my neck; it’s an inappropriate time for that shit. I smack her thigh pretty fucking hard.

“Kotik moya, now is not the time for that shit. Knock it off or you will be punished later. I am not playing games today. This meeting is serious business and you will pay attention. Got it?”

She nods her head and sits up straight, dropping the little act. I’m glad because I have a raging hard on. Deacon just sits over there in his chair looking defeated. That is exactly how I want him to feel.

I turn to Deacon. “D, you ready for tonight? You got your shit ready?” He nods but doesn’t speak to me. Yeah, this fucker won’t know what hit him when I take his ass out later. He’s the weakest link in this plan and he’s a loose end that will need to be tied up soon.

I don’t think he’s on to my plans for him. Uncle Antoniy has him convinced that once everything goes down, he will take the place at the table as the new VP and all his debt
s will be forgiven. Not gonna happen.

Bambi doesn’t seem to be a loose end and I plan to keep her around for a while. I will decide later what to do with her kid. I don’t need a reminder of Ryder Porter walking around. Perhaps I will arrange a terrible accident for the kid.

I’m so close to having it all. Tomorrow is the beginning of the life I have wanted for some time. I will rule that motorcycle club. Those that are not on board will be eliminated.

Ziggy

It’s about time for me to hit the road and take my ass to Alabama. I have to pack Faith up and get her and Layla to Arizona to keep them safe  until Ryder is rescued and back on his feet. It’s my responsibility to look out for Ryder’s family.

I decided to drag Tank along with me. He’s a long time prospect that has a good chance of getting patched in soon. I trust the motherfucker and he’s one huge guy. Hence, the nickname. He’s about six foot five, bald and tattooed all over. He’s scary enough looking that no one will fuck with us. This road trip should be smooth sailing across the South.

I do plan to stop off in San Antonio, make a visit to our local chapter brothers, and throw back a few beers with them. I haven’t seen any of them for a few years
, not since I helped to get them established with Prez’s blessing.

I pack my gear and holler at Tank to saddle up because we need to hit it soon. He’s sitting in the corner on a couch
, leaning his head back while one of the whores is sucking him off. “Rein that beast in, Tank, and let’s hit this shit, brother. I ain’t got all fucking day for you to bust a nut off in a bitch.”

Tank grabs her head, shoves his junk in deep, and gives her a few thrusts, lets out a groan and grunt before he unloads in her mouth. The bitch swallows fast but she’s not quick enough to contain it all in her mouth. Yeah, Tank is a beast and he loves the bitches. He pats her on top of her head, jumps up off the couch, tucks himself away into his leathers, and grabs his pack for the trip.

“Thanks, bitch,” he says with a wink to her. She just looks up at him, wipes her mouth off, and snarls at him. This trip is going to be interesting, I’m sure.

“Let’s load it up and jam
, Tank.” Tank fancies himself a ladies man around here and now the bitches are lining up to give him sendoff kisses.

I start up my hog and rev up the engine so he knows that I am fucking serious about hitting the road. He slaps the last bitch in the sendoff line on the ass and heads over for to his bike.

“Let’s hit it, brother!” he yells out to me and we ride out of the compound with the wind to our backs. Alabama, here we come. I hope Faith’s father is holding his own. If not, I know that I am walking into an emotional mess to deal with in Ryder’s place.

The distance to Mobile from Yuma is a little over seventeen hundred miles, and a drive straight through non-stop is a little over twenty-five hours. It’s going to be a long haul to get there and I don’t want to make too many stops if possible. We make our way toward Phoenix and Tuscan via the I-8
east to catch the I-10 heading east and straight across the southern United States. It’s God’s country out there and I love the feel of the open road. I haven’t taken the time in a while to enjoy a long ride across the states to feel the wind on my skin and allow myself to let my mind be free. After the shit that went down with Paige, I am ready to get out and burn up the pavement.

After about seven and half hours of hauling ass through the desert
, Tank and I pull into a truck stop in El Paso to grab a bite, gas up, and stretch our legs. It’s been a hard day of riding, and I’m not as young as I used to be we pull up to the diner next to the truck stop, park our bikes, and peel off our helmets. Tank remains on his bike and lights up a smoke.

“Brother, you know that shit will kill you, right?”

He laughs at me
. “What doesn’t kill ya, Z, will make ya stronger.”

I just shake my head and decide to give a Faith a call and see how she’s holding up but it goes straight to voicemail. I decide not to leave a message
; I am sure she has her hands full handling her father’s illness. I call Prez to check in, report our road trip progress, and see what’s going on with getting Ryder out of the clutches of the fucking Russians. I have to wonder if Rogue is somehow involved; I know his uncle or something has connections to the mob.

Tank and I make our way into the diner for a bite to eat
. A hot little brunette server catches my eye when we walk up to the front to wait for a seat. She looks over at over and then me at Tank and a sly smile lights up her face. Damn, if I wasn’t on a tight schedule to get to Alabama to gather Faith and then up to Kentucky, I’d hit it for a day or two. She has an awesome rack and a slammin’ body under that pink uniform dress.

She walks over to us and saddles up a little closer to me and she pops her gum and smiles. “Hey
, Sugar. What’ll it be? You needing a table for two boys or something a little wilder?” She glances at Tank and giggles. Tank scratches his head and adjusts himself in his leathers a little. Yep, she’s a hot little number and I am sure he’d like to tap that, too.

I shake my head
. “No babe, we’ll just need a table, some beers, and a menu for now.”

She pouts a little but turns and motions for us to follow her. She seats us a table near the back of the diner and drops two menus on the table. “I’ll go gra
b you boys a beer and be back to get your order.”

As she walks away, I can hear her popping her gum and it’s annoying. I don’t mind a woman that flirts, but this bitch is throwing herself at us both. I don’t think she really cares who gives it to her as long as she gets to take a ride on one of us. I look over at Tank and he’s watching her walk away and seems to be enjoying her wiggle that backside.

“Brother, if you wanna hit that, you better grab her and give her a quick ride because I ain’t waiting around for you to get your jollies for too long. I am on a schedule.” He can have her; I ain’t really into the gum popping and the passive aggressive behavior. Not my style.

Little Miss Thang comes back over with two beers and sits them down as she slowly leans forward across the table to show us her cleavage. Tank licks his lips, reaches up, and gives her tit a squeeze. She yelps and jumps up and almost knocks our beers over. Tank looks at her as if she just sprouted horns and shakes his head.

“Bitch, if you want some of this later after I eat, come see me before I ride and it’ll be the best tip you ever got.” She turns a little red in her cheeks and giggles again.

“Oh fuck! Take the order already. I ain’t got all day woman.”

She apologizes, takes our orders, and walks off to put them into the cook. I lean back and take in my surroundings and I notice a group of Latino gang members sitting at one of the tables toward the front of the diner. I don’t like the looks of them, but I am hoping they just ignore us.

“
Brother, I don’t want to alarm you, but there are some pretty fucking ugly vatos sitting over there at the table up front. They are eyeing the server a little too much for my liking. I’d like to just watch them and make sure there’s not going to be any trouble while we’re here. You packin’?”

He looks over at the group and nods his head yes to me.

One of the homeboys looks over at me and stares. I don’t back down in my stare back toward him. He pokes one of his buddies in the rib and leans over and says something. His homeboy looked up and over to us. His eyes narrow when he sees Tank sitting there, staring his ass down. I have a bad feeling about this group but I didn’t want to stir up any shit to bring down the law on us. Miss Thang brings our plates of burgers and fries over and sets them down in front of us.

“Ya just holler if you boys need anything.” She gives us a wink.

As she walks over
to the homeboys’ table, one of them reaches around her and grabs her ass. She yells, which grabs Tank’s immediate attention. She tries to slap the dude’s hand away from her but he tries to pull her into his lap at the table. I look up at Tank and shake my head. The homie that was watching me earlier looks up and sneers at us.

Miss Thang serves them their food
, trying to keep a distance from the touchy feely homeboy. After she has them served, she stops back over to our table and hands us the check. Tank grabs her by the ass and pulls her down in his lap, mocking what touchy feely did; she nuzzles his neck and giggles. It’s then that I notice touchy feely homeboy and his banger-wanna-be buddy are standing up at their table and it looks like they are going to be walking our way. I look over at Tank and he nods at me. He whispers into Miss Thang’s ear and she stands up, walks over to the door leading to the kitchen, and disappears. Tank cracks his knuckles.

“So looks like Dopey and the dwarfs wanna play?”

I laugh a little. Tank has a way with words, especially with the ladies. I pull my piece out from my waistband of my leathers behind my back, under my cut
, and lay it in my lap. I won’t be caught unarmed, even by some dumb fucking kids that think they are men.

Banger-wanna-be and touchy feely homeboy walk over our way. Banger looks us up and down. “Wussup homies? You like touchin our bitch white boy?”

Tank takes a swig on his beer and stands up, showing what big motherfucker he really is. I see both homies swallow hard and touchy feely homeboy take a step back. Tank slowly grabs banger-wanna-be homie, pulls his piece out, and cocks it as he’s holding it the dude’s temple.

“So tell me little boy, you think you’re man enough to fuck such a fine piece of ass? Is your cock big enough for the bitch to find without a pair of tweezers and a magnifying glass?”

I see the kid sweating profusely now, and I laugh. I hear something that sounds like water hitting the floor next to the table, so I look down and notice the kid is pissing his pants. Tank looks down, too, and we both explode in loud laughter over this turn of events. Tank leans down to the kid and says, “Kid, don’t ever fuck with real men unless you want to fucking to lose your life. Now gather your fake ass gang bangin crew, leave the bitch a nice tip of at least twenty-five bucks, and get the fuck out of my sight. You dig?”

Tank releases him, collars his piece, and shoves the shithead back towards his table. The kid runs over to the table
, throws some money down on the table, and they all get the fuck out of the diner in a hurry. I hear the tires on the car squealing out of the parking lot. We both sit back down and laugh.

Miss Thang c
omes bouncing back out of the kitchen, walks over to Tank, bends down, and whispers something into his ear. He smiles, stands up, slaps her ass, and they both walk toward the ladies’ room.

“Brother, make it a fast one. I ain’t got all night for you to go balls deep in the bitch.”

I hear him chuckle and then the door slam
s and locks. I remain at the table for another ten minutes, enjoying my beer and the rest of my fries. Tank comes out zipping up his leathers, a smile on his face. “Fast enough for ya, Z?”

I look over at the bathroom and don’t see Miss Thang following.

“Where’s the bitch?” I ask.

He grabs his phone off the table
and throws down a Benjamin to cover the tab and tip. “She’s basking in the glory of the best orgasm she’s ever had. Come on. Let’s book it out of here, brother. I’m ready.”

I shake my head. Tank, he’s the club romantic.

We saddle up and prepare to ride out again. We have another seven hours until we make San Antonio after nightfall. We make it to the interstate and lay rubber east toward the San Antonio chapter of the Dueling Dragons. We will rest up, throw back a few beers with the brothers, and get some sleep before we head on to Mobile. After dealing with the stooges back at the diner, I need to blow off a little steam after we get there. I might also grab myself a little local pussy while I’m there. God knows I need it.

I haven’t had a woman since the big blow up with Paige. I can’t believe the bitch fucked a former prospect, and one named Filthy at that.

****

We pull into
the Dueling Dragons motorcycle club, San Antonio chapter, a little after ten. It’s been a hard ride and we’ve been tearing up asphalt to get here. I am ready to unwind and party a little. Tank and I hop off our hogs and make our way into the clubs entertainment room. I see they’ve added a good sound system and a stripper pole. I am sure they have some hot entertainment going down on some nights. I make my way back to the Prez’s office. . I know they don’t have church in session tonight, as most of the brothers are milling around out front in the entertainment room, just hanging out and drinking at the small bar they have set up. I knock on the door of the office and get a loud “Come the fuck in.”

I open the door and see the chapter Prez, Carlos sitting in his chair behind his desk.

“Well, look what the fucking cat drug in off the streets of Arizona. Come on in, Z. How the hell you been, brother?” We give each other a handshake and then he grabs me into a man hug.

Carlos and I go back a long way. He, Ryder
, and I all prospected together in Arizona. Once Carlos was patched in, he was moved to Texas to set up this chapter with my help a few years back. We recruited and handpicked the members. I was offered the VP position but I didn’t want to leave Ryder.

Carlos and I talk for a few minutes and then I excuse myself and head back to find Tank and Spanky. I walk into the main room and find
Tank sucking on some whore’s tit while she strokes his dick. I just shake my head.

“Tank, ain’t you had enough pussy today brother?”

Tank laughs and pops her nipple out of his mouth. “Z, let her finish me off and I’ll be ready to head out.”