Dec's Downfall: (A Brothers of Devil's Comfort Book 5) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC) (13 page)

Chapter 21

My stomach is churning as though I’m on a boat in the roughest of seas. As Dec returns to the room, I silently watch the lazy swagger of his hips and as he strolls over to me, the pulse in my clit begins to wake up. When we’d arrived at the house and I’d realized at how isolated we were, I found myself becoming apprehensive. Then Dec had charmed me and taken be on a tour of the old building and I had begun to relax. My anxiety over what the weekend may have installed for us, soon dispelled, all due to the graceful old house, which and put me at ease. An ease, which has now turned out to be false. When Dec had revealed the playroom. It had taken everything in me not to run. I had become overridden with fear, and to hide my feelings, I’d wandered around the room. Slowly touching everything, and now here I was. Standing naked by the bed as Dec walked around me.

My body is trembling and it has nothing to do with arousal or the desire I have for the biker. No, it is all down to the way he is pacing. The way his eyes fell over my body, touching me. I wanted to place my hands in front of my pussy. To stop the soft thud of the pulse in my clit. To hide my arousal from Dec’s intense gaze. My breast, were becoming heavy as desire pulled in my stomach. Desire and excitement were running through me. Yet, as much as I wanted to remain here, I also had a need to run.

“Baby Girl.”

My lips have turned dry and I pull them into my mouth to rub the flesh together.

“Yes Dec.”

“Sir.”

The whisper of Dec’s voice sent a thrill through me and I clench my legs together. Damn, this man has too much power over me.

“Yes Sir.”

“Move your hands Baby Girl. I want to look at your waxed pussy.”

Involuntarily I move my hands to the sides as Dec swept his across my body, coming to rest at my pussy, where he cups me and gently flicks the tip of his finger over the bare flesh. Could he feel my wetness? The cream as it began to prepare me for whatever Dec has planned for me.

“You are delicious Baby Girl and I can’t wait to get my mouth on your pussy.”

Shit, if he carries on talking, Dec wouldn’t need to touch me to make me cum.

“What are your safe words Baby Girl?”

“Pumpkin and Unicorn.”

“Good Girl. Use them if you need to. Now go into the playroom and stand by the horse.”

To ease the dryness of my throat, I swallow the saliva, which is gathering in my mouth and make my way to the playroom. At the doorway, I stand and observe the candles as they burn, the aroma reaching my nose. And then, my eyes fell onto the piece of equipment Dec referred to as the horse. It isn’t much to look at. It’s more like a bench with a piece of wood about a foot wide and maybe three feet in length. It is solid and attached to steel legs. On the legs, there are handcuffs. I’m amazed at how excited my body is becoming, how eager I was to be restrained. A month ago, I would have run from this. Yet from the first night Dec took my control away, I become his.

“Baby Girl that is not beside the horse.”

Dec’s tread was silent and I guiltily jump at the sound of his voice, which is directly behind me, before scampering over to the horse. Annoyed at being discovered daydreaming, I glare at Dec, who is only wearing a pair of leather pants. The bulge of his cock prominent against the stretch of the material. His flat stomach has me itching to touch him. To run my mouth over his chest and suckle on his nipples. To kiss the hard mauve lips. As my eyes land on his goatee, I wonder how it will feel against the bare flesh of my pussy. A moan escapes me as I shift from one foot to the other.

While I was studying Dec, he came further into the room until he was standing next to me. Without saying a word, he lifts my hand and kisses the fingertips before bending me over the horse. As he pushes me forward, my world turns upside down. The touch of his hands on my flesh is driving me crazy.

As I reach out to the floor to steady myself, Dec spreads my legs, the soft click of the handcuffs are deafening to my ears. A tug on each leg shows I have room to move, but not enough to get away if I wanted to. Next, he came round and clicked my wrists to the front legs.

“What are your safe words Baby Girl?”

The way Dec is constantly asking me this question, means there was no way I was ever going to forget the answer. Dutifully, I repeat the two words.

“Pumpkin and Unicorn.”

As Dec stood up, his hand swiped against my backside.

“No sass Baby Girl.”

I was bent over double, and the underlying rumble of Dec’s laughter sent another thrill of desire through me. This man definitely has too much power over me.

Again, Dec walks around me, checking the restraints and talking. Damn, I wish he would just fuck me and ease the ache, which is growing in my pussy. When Dec hunched down in front of me and lifted my head up to his. My heart somersaulted as he kissed me on the lips. Dec touched me. He was constantly touching me. Even when we were doing normal stuff, or if he is walking pass me, his hands would reach out to me.

So lured by his kiss. I was surprised when Dec placed the black mask over my eyes, blanking the world out.

“How do you feel Baby Girl?”

“Just dandy.”

“Carry on Baby Girl. It’ll just increase your punishment.”

Although it felt as though Dec was still in front of me, I wasn’t too sure, but I still stuck my tongue out at him.

“Make the most of it Baby Girl. Next time we’re using a ball gag.”

At the threat, I quickly pull my tongue back into my mouth and wait. When Dec next spoke, he was standing behind me. His leg brushing against the flesh of my thigh as his finger trace the crack in my ass. His thumb coming to rest on the rosette. Shit, I froze, we had spoken about ass play and if anyone had ever taken me there. The cold goo startled me as it landed against the opening, and I held my breath as Dec slowly pushed his thumb inside me, rubbing the lubrication, until his thumb was sliding in and out with ease.

“Breathe Baby Girl.”

As he spoke, and I released the breath I had been holding. The sound of cellophane can be heard loudly. Again, I hold my breath. As Dec slide the butt plug into me, I grabbed onto the steel legs of the horse. The cold touch, soothing my sweaty palms.

“That’s a Good Girl.”

When the butt plug was firmly in place, Dec slapped my ass as he stepped back.

“I watched as you held the flogger earlier Baby Girl. Watched as you caressed it. Well, now it’s going to caress your ass until it's bright pink.”

Shit.

“What are your safe words?”

“Pumpkin and Unicorn.”

“Good. Do you want to use either of them?”

For a moment, I thought about what Dec was about to do, and gave a negative shake of my head and whispered no.

The word was no sooner out of my mouth, before I felt the first sting of the leather leash. With each stroke, the sting became stronger, and the pulse in my clit became wilder. After several lashes, Dec would stroke my pussy, murmuring his appreciation as I became wetter.

“Please Dec.”

This swipe was harsher than the last one.

“Shit Sir, I’m sorry Sir.”

Again, I felt another rain of fire as the strips of leather feathered against my ass.

“Please Sir, stop, I need to cum.”

When I hear the flogger land on the table with a loud clatter, I release the air I was holding. My ass is burning and I wanted to rub it. The room filled with my sobs and my eyes stung from the tears, yet at the same time I was desperate to cum. Dec had me so turned on it was unfair. Yet, as he soothed in cold cream against my burning flesh, he continued to deny me my fulfilment. As extra torture, his fingers would glide against my pussy and gently push against the pulsing clit. As Dec came to stand behind me. His hands spreading the flesh of my pussy apart, his body, leant over mine as he whispered in my ear.

“Tell me what you want Baby Girl.”

“I want your cock in my pussy Sir.”

Dec rubbed the bare head against my opening and for a moment, I thought he was going to take me without using any protection. That was until I heard the faint rustle of foil being opened.

“Tell me again what you want Baby Girl.”

“I want you to fuck me, Sir.”

I hadn’t finished speaking before Dec was inside me, pushing his head slowly into me, only to slide it out again. His cock is pushing against my muscled walls, causing me to clamp hard on to him as he stretches me. He is tight inside me due to the added pressure of the butt plug in my ass. As Dec continues to deliver several long slow thrusts, my head begins to spin and there isn’t a thing I can do to speed him up.

“Please Sir, make me cum.”

As I continue to beg. Dec’s thrusts became harder and deeper. As his thumb plays with my clit, the blood begins to pound in my ears as my heartbeat became erratic. Then everything went black as I was sent over the edge, and I flew.

Chapter 22

After freeing Ivy of her restraints and the butt plug. I’d wrapped her in a blanket and carried her to the bathroom. The only acknowledgement I receive is a slight wince as the warm water hit her pink bottom. Soon the Epsom Salts began to soak into her skin, and her murmured appreciation brings a smile to my face. And still she lay there, contented as I wash and soothe her. Tired and as relaxed as Ivy is, I continue to pamper her body, rubbing in lotion to ease the aches she is experiencing, and at the feel of her flesh, my body begins to stir. With a tinge of sadness, I look at Ivy and know she is too tired to take me again. Disappointed, I briskly clean myself before joining her in bed and close my eyes for a moment.

When I next open them, the sun is rising, bathing the room in a warm glow. And leaning over me with dark brown intense eyes, is Ivy with her hair falling forward, tickling my shoulder. Sleepily, I returned her smile and touched the soft skin of her cheek.

“How are you feeling?”

“Great. My body is still humming.”

“And your ass.”

Ivy wrinkled her nose and gave a slight rub to the mentioned area.

“It’s a little sore.”

With ease, I pull myself up and reach for the lotion bottle, and patted my thighs, with my free hand.

“Lean over and let me take a look.”

At first, Ivy threw me a dirty look, and snorted as she stretched her lithe body over me. Her ass has loss a majority of the pinkness from the flogging she had taken. With a lick to my lips, I pour the lotion onto my hands and rub them together, then I begin to massage Ivy’s creamy butt. Her soft moans cause my cock to stir, and I trail a finger between the fleshy lips, My Baby Girl is wet and soon has my finger slick with her juices. Low moans were coming from the bed sheet as Ivy pressed her mouth against the cloth. With a few more strokes, Ivy’s body was twisting against my fingers, trying to seek the release I was refusing to give her. With a soft slap to her ass, I pushed Ivy over on to her side of the bed and climbed out, grabbing my jeans.

“Shit Ivy, I’m starving, let’s go get breakfast.”

“Dec, I’m going to kill you.”

Ivy’s look matched the words she was muttering as she staggered out of the bed, searching for the bathrobe. With a last glance over my shoulders, and a laugh I left the witch to go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast.

With the tone set for the day, we headed off to the city and followed the tourist route, visiting the most sort after. Just after midday, we stopped off and had lunch. In the late afternoon, we returned to the house for some more play. Afterwards, we went out for a late supper.

The restaurant I had chosen was secluded in one of the back streets. In the background, soft jazz played and the lights were dimmed. They also severed a great fish.

“Ivy.”

“Dec.”

Ivy made me laugh. She also kept me satisfied and she was great company. The manacles around my heart became tighter. As a biker and as the Sergeant at Arms for Devil’s Comfort, I have faced many dangers, and used every trick or violence to solve the situation. With Ivy, I could neither find nor see an escape.

“What are your plans when we return to Comfort Springs?”

“Cassie’s renting me the room over the studio and Fudge has offered me a job at the garage. Why?”

Reaching out for Ivy’s hand, I link our fingers together and study the lines on her palm. Did I want to spend the rest of my life with just one person and could that person be Ivy. There went that slow click again. Quickly I drop the hand I was holding and grabbed the glass of beer, taking a large swallow of the cold liquid. I didn’t want or need commitment. I repeated the little mantra several times as I dug into my charcoaled grilled fish.

“Dec?”

“The fish is good. How’s yours?”

Ivy looked at me, her mouth opening several times, before turning back to her supper and taking a bite of the fish.