Tank's Pearl (Devil's Iron MC #1) (4 page)

Chapter 6- Tank

When I follow her back to her house last night, I wished nothing more than to be able to stay with her. However, she has a right in safeguarding her kids until she is sure of me, that’s what I would want her to do if we had kids.

Getting off the bike I give her one last lingering kiss before she walks into her home. As I drive back to the house, I couldn’t help but grin knowing that I had made some good progress with Pearl. Although, figuring out that I want her in my life was a small shock to me, I guess I will just roll with it. Having an old lady can’t be that bad, right?

After getting some new security plans laid out for one of the brothers’ new bars, I decided to go for a ride the next morning. As I start driving along the lake front my thoughts drift to Pearl, and I wonder how long she will fight this attraction and if I would need to be the one to contact her, I almost hope that she would make me be the one to reach out to her so that I could give her another taste of my punishment.

I get back to the house and go to the fridge to get a drink out when my phone starts to ring and a smile comes to my face. “Hello, Pearl,” I greet her as I lean against the counter taking a swig out of the water I had got out of the fridge and already am fighting a growing erection.

“Hi, Abraham, uh, Tank, I guess I am not sure what I should call you.”

“When it is just us, Abraham is fine, I like hearing it spilling from your lips, especially when you are coming at my hands, or mouth, or cock. You will call me Sir when we are playing at home or if we go to the Dungeon. When we are with the Devil’s, with any of my brothers, or at the clubhouse, Tank will do nicely.”

“OK. Well, the girls are down for their naps so I thought I would call to see what you were doing and what your plans for the day were. I was thinking if you wanted to stop over we could spend a little time together? The girls should be out for two hours or so if you wanted to come now? Otherwise, they will go to bed tonight around 8:30 so we could spend some time together then instead if that works better for you? That is, if you were still interested in spending some time with me…”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes and we will discuss your doubts and questioning of me, Little One,” I answer as I walk towards the door to make my way to the woman who has me thinking of the future for the first time ever.

I pull behind Pearl’s house and catch a glimpse of her putting away toys from the yard. As I get off of the bike and take my helmet off, Pearl makes her way through the yard and opens the back gate for me.

“Hey, girlie,” was out of my lips as my arms reached for her and pulled her in for a kiss. We can’t keep our hands, mouths, or thoughts off of each other it seems. We spend the next hour and half outside talking about any and everything.

I leave with the promise to return after the girls go to bed for the night. It feels so right to be with her, and I hope that she will be more accepting to us spending much more time together over the next few weeks, months, or more.

I learned so much about the gorgeous woman who had caught my eye, my cock, and I was starting to fear my heart as well. She told me of her marriage and the man who had left her alone to raise their children. She talked of her lack of dating since his passing and how she was weary with the idea of introducing a man to her daughters.

She told me of the students with special needs that she taught. The passion with which she talked of her students shows how much she loves what she does. She impresses me more and more with every bit of herself that she shares with me.

The things that she talks about which have me listening most attentively to her were her inner thoughts and desires regarding sex. She was very open and honest as she told me how she enjoyed being dominated in the bedroom and that the way I had taken control of her turned her on to no end. How she was afraid, scared, put off to do anything other than holding hands or kissing in public. She also spoke about how the spankings I had given her had made the experience even better especially the marks that were left the next day. She enjoyed the hell out of both the nipple clamps and binding that I did the night before as well. She even indulged me in a fantasy she had involving two men, which would happen only with my permission and involvement at the Dungeon or over my dead body.

I told her of some parts of my life as well, about the security work I did. I told her about my family and how my father and through him, my mother, had been involved in the Devil’s Iron as I was growing up. I told her about my younger brother, Caleb, who had joined the army at eighteen and is serving yet another tour overseas, and my little sister, Becky, who is in her junior year of college for nursing.

Speaking to her about how she was the first woman I had thought of for more than a day. I might have mentioned how much I wanted to have her meet my families: both the MC and my siblings and parents as well. She shied away from this topic, and knowing her insecurities about me meeting the girls I changed the topic.

I talked about my sexual proclivities as well. I told her how much I enjoyed dominating women in the bedroom. How much I had enjoyed going to the Dungeon while I was needed there by the club. I mentioned my enjoyment of rules and consequences while having sex. My favorite proclivities which Pearl had already found out about the night before, the special pleasure I find when a woman follows my instructions/commands.

I spoke to her about how she would be the first woman that I would get to truly try this out on seeing she was the only woman I wanted to be with on a long-term basis, which I could tell frightened her by the look in her eyes. I told her of my love of Bondage and suspension play as well as being able to see my handy work the next day or days later if there were bruises. I also mentioned my love for watching two women together, especially when I got to come in and finish off with them. This would be a topic that would come up again seeing that she was interested in both men and woman, and that I would love to watch her come apart under a woman’s touch, maybe one of the Domme's at the Dungeon.

I left her house late on Sunday evening horny as all fuck, with the hopes that I would be able to spend one more evening inside of her before I headed back to Chicago for the week. She told me that she would try to get a sitter for the girls for the night, which set my cock on high alert that we would be able to fuck again. Not that spending time with her meant I had to fuck her but, it would be nice.

When I got up the next day to check my phone, I notice that I had a text from Pearl. It says she had found a sitter and will be free after 6 o’clock this evening. I grin like a kid in a candy store and started to plot our evening of debauchery.

Chapter 7- Pearl

Could this day take any longer? It’s only 11am, I got called into the Principal’s office because two of my students got into a brawl over a girl. That fight ended with one of them bumping into me as I was trying to pull them apart hard enough that I have bruises on my arms from the desk I hit. Fucking hell, this day is shit and it’s not even half over yet.

Finishing up the last class of the day- counting the time until I can leave there is an announcement reminding teachers that report cards are due tomorrow evening before  5pm.
Fuck me.
Well, I’ll have to get them done early in the morning and over my lunch break because there is no way in hell I am going miss the night I’m about to have with Abraham.

As I drive to pick up the girls from the daycare I try to think about all the possibilities for my evening with him. Where will we go? Are we going out or just head back to the house? Are we gonna fuck again? PLEASE LORD, YES! Will he bind me again? Will he use those delicious clamps on my nipples again? Will he let me taste his cock? OK, just the thoughts are enough to make my clit throb. Enough of that, there are still two hours before he will be over to pick me up.

As 6 o’clock approaches, I am cleaning up the girls’ dinners when I hear the doorbell ring. Thinking it is the sitter, I let Rose go and answer the door for her godmother, Madge, as I watch from the kitchen. She squeals as she opens the door, and all I see is her bouncing up and down on her feet. When I take a step closer to the door I notice Abraham at the door holding onto two very cute stuffed animals kneeling before her. My heart swoons at this burly biker down on his knees talking to my four-year-old.

Abraham has just wormed his way into meeting my baby girls, I should be pissed off. I wonder how long it took him to come up with this plot. I know he did it to push me, but at this exact moment, seeing him with her I couldn’t care less about his pushing. I am just overwhelmed that he thought to bring something for them.

“Hello, Abraham.” as I turn to Rose with a smile, I add. “You should introduce yourself to Mommy’s friend, honey! It looks like Abraham beat Madge here and it seems he might have brought you and your sister something.”

“You’re not Madge! Oh well. Hi, I’m Rose, and that girl back there is my little sister Iris. Wow, you’re big. Who are you? What’s your name? Why is your hair so long? What’s that on your face? Are you my Mommy’s friend? Like her boyfriend? Or”

“Honey, honey, let Abraham breathe.” As I throw him an apologetic look, I usher him into the living room. While I am introducing him to Iris, Rose is talking to him; I hear a knock on the front door, and leave to go let Madge in.

“Hiya, lady, how are you? You and that hot biker are going to get it on again tonight, aren’t you? Wow, is that his bike outside? Is that what you are wearing? Where are you going tonight? What time do you think you will be home?”

“Jesus Madge, take a breath. I guess I know where Rose gets it from!” I say playfully while I lead her into the living room.

“Hello again, Madge, it’s nice to see you and thanks for watching these little beauties while I take Pearl out tonight,” Abraham says as he raises himself up from his seat on the couch where he is flanked by my daughters.

“Yeah, hi, no problems you guys go have fun don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she says wiggling her eyebrows in a very adolescent kind of way. “Which is close to nothing!”

“OK, weirdo, stop it. Come here, girls, give Momma a hug and kiss. Be good for your Auntie Madge tonight and we can talk about doing something special this weekend. OK?”

“Momma do you have to go out? Couldn’t you just stay here?” Rose says.

Iris adds quickly, “Momma go bye-bye in the car?”

“Sorry, girls, you’re staying here with Auntie Madge. You guys will have lots of fun OK, girls? You can make cookies from scratch or make an art project, even with glitter, or you guys could watch a movie, whatever you can talk your Auntie Madge into, OK?”

“OK, Momma.” Both girls are giddy to see what they will be able to talk Auntie Madge into. “Have fun, Momma.”

Abraham and I start walking through the house to the front door, and I feel his hand go to the small of my back. It makes me tingle as he caresses over my lower back. As we make it through the front door, I turn to close it tightly and lock it behind us I feel a loss when his hand falls away. As I turn back to face him I am suddenly pushed back against the door with his hands sliding down to wedge in-between the door and my ass, our tongues tangled in a kiss that is both hungry for more and quenched with what it has started.

“That’s what I call a proper greeting, Little One. Come on we need to go so we can go have dinner and then get to the best part of the evening!”

I look into those green eyes “The best part of the evening?”

Licking his lips he answers swiftly “When I have you under my thumb, following my every command, eating out of the palm of my hand, Little One.”

Chapter 8- Tank

As I waited outside the door of Pearl’s house I hoped that she would not be too angry that I was forcing my way into meeting her kids. I want to get it out of the way today because I am not sure how much, if any, time I will be spending up here in the near future. If I’ve already met them she might think about bringing them down to the family BBQ at the clubhouse in a couple weeks. I remember her telling me about how the girls both loved stuffed animals. Rose loves bunnies and Iris loves giraffes so I picked them both up a little something to help win them over before coming over here tonight.

Being good to these awesome kids is going to be a breeze. It reminds me of Becky and Caleb when they were little. They loved stuffed animals and always had one in tow wherever they would go. Being five years older than Caleb and six years older than Becky led to lots of watching out and over them as we were growing up. I still remember that they would tote their favorites with them everywhere and heaven help whoever they were with if one went missing.

I saw Pearl over her daughters shoulder and my breathing hitched. She was stunning. She had a black skirt on that had a slit up to her mid thigh, a pair of chucks, and a very tight, curve-hugging top that showed off a little too much cleavage. Her brown hair was half up in a bun but there was still enough down in the back so that I could have a nice hold of it while kissing or fucking her from behind. What a sexy piece she was, and I was a lucky bastard to have her on the back of my bike for the night. 

For it nearing the end of October the weather in Milwaukee is cool, especially as close to the lake as we are and we both need jackets on the bike to keep the bite out of our skin. As we ride to a little Italian place I made reservations at, I could feel Pearl’s hands roam my stomach and pecs and a smile crosses my lips. Not needing yet another raging hard on as soon as we get off the bike, I reach to still her wandering hands. Capturing them in one of mine and holding them in place.

I park and let Pearl off the bike. Reaching down to adjust my cock as I get off the bike, trying to calm the fuck down. Every time I am within eyesight of Pearl, my cock has a mind of its own, I really don’t want Pearl thinking that I am only seeing her for sex, but she is just so fucking hot with her curves, those eyes, that hair, and mouth.

Tonight at dinner I am going to try and be a gentleman to show her that she is more than a wet hole to me. I really fucking hope she keeps her hands off of me and that we can keep the conversation to something nonsexual because if something dirty comes out of that gorgeous mouth my plan to have her see herself as more than a piece to me will be near to impossible for me to achieve.

As we talk through appetizers and drinks, I can’t help but stare at the woman across the table from me. She really is the whole package. From the bountiful cleavage that is hanging out of that little top, those dark brown eyes, that kissable neck and collar bone, and fuck… those luscious lips. Not to mention those gorgeous kids and job that she is overly dedicated and in love with.

“Pearl, you are killing me with that scrap of cloth barely covering your dazzling tits and those striking big brown eyes. Fuck me, please stop licking your lips and biting your cheek. I cannot fucking handle it. My cock is straining to stay in my pants, and I’m trying to be gentlemen here. I can’t even concentrate on what you are talking about, let alone having to see the other men in here checking you out. It is not helping my self-control or restraint to have you on such a display.”

My eyes move up to Pearl’s, and I notice a glint of mischief in them as she moves a hand up to her hair to tug and twist on a few strands that have fallen down near her face. “Sorry, Abraham, I had a bad day, and I just am nervous that you are leaving tomorrow, and I don’t know what is going on with this thing between us. I am just nervous.” Keeping up on the twirling of her hair she adds “This place is really busy too and there are tons of people staring at us. It’s like these people have never seen two people out on a date before.” She quiets down before she speaks again “What the fuck is wrong with them?”

“You are gorgeous, babe! They are probably staring at us wondering what a dirty biker like me has going on to attract such a beautiful, smart woman like you.” Her hand starts to come back down to the table and I notice bruises on her forearm.

I reach out and snap her wrist up into my hand and bring it across the table to look at it closer. I ask her what happened to cause these bruises on her skin. Her cheeks start turning to red as she answers, “Some of my students got in a fight today, and when I was trying to break it up I got shoved into a desk. Badges of honor for being a teacher, I guess. It’s not a big deal.” She shrugs my hand off of her wrist and looks away from me.

Her acceptance of this treatment from her students makes me a little uncomfortable, but, if she was unconcerned by it and she was the one with experience in the area, I would have to defer to her in this, but only in this. It frightens me to think that I should be the only person who is able to leave their mark on this beautiful woman. I wonder if that is something she will indulge me in.

Her bashfulness at the compliment I gave her has me a little confused and concerned. She should be use to the sweet nothings that men say, but, she seems uncomfortable and almost embarrassed by it.  I also don’t like the way she shrugged off my hand when I was trying to comfort her. If I want to touch and comfort this woman, my woman, I will, not caring where we are or who is watching us. That behavior is unacceptable for her to have and my inner dominant is brought to life instantly by her response to me in this moment.

The night just got a little more interesting and is definitely about to deviate from my planned gentlemanly behavior, during dinner at least. “Little One, you have to learn how to accept compliments. You are an intelligent, beautiful, and luscious woman” My brain is screaming at me,
MY WOMAN
!

“I would hate for you to question my judgment on this, or anything really. I would not tell lies to you about this subject, which is one of my favorite subjects to think about.” I say as a smile came to my lips and I look to her blushing cheeks before continuing. “You should also know that I am not happy that anyone would leave marks on that beautiful porcelain skin. That is for me alone to do, if I so wish. Furthermore-” I reach for her hand “-pulling away from me is unacceptable no matter where we are who we are with, or who can see us. Come over here and sit on this side of the booth with me.”

“But, Abraham, um Sir, we are in a restaurant and“

I cut her off with a look before she can finish and quickly make my way to my feet to give her the space she needs to follow my request. Although, if I do repeat myself that can lead to a whole new and interesting path for the evening as well. Probably a path that would start with her being tossed over this table and continue on with us getting asked to leave this very busy restaurant without having our dinner. It might be worth going hungry to be able to redden her fine ass.

Before I can repeat myself, Pearl is on her feet and settling herself into the booth next to me. “Fine choice, Little One. Can I guess that as was the case two nights ago, you do not have any panties on?” After she nods, I continue, “Good, good. Now, spread your legs wide hooking your left knee over my thighs.” Dinner is about to take a very dark and dirty turn down a very ungentlemanly path, and I, for one, cannot wait.