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

Chapter 6

The way Ivy’s spread across the bed sends the blood pounding through my body, causing it to ring in my ears. Ivy is simply beautiful. Occasionally, she gave a tug on the ropes, while her eyes never leave me. My little submissive. It hadn’t been the attraction, which Ivy has been fighting. No, it has been her sexual nature, which has me drawn to her. Deep down, she is aware that I’m the only person capable of giving her what she needs. And that is to lose control.

Ivy and I still need to talk. Together, we will dispel her fears. To help calm Ivy, I sit beside her on the bed. The towel around my waist, rubs against the flesh of her hip when I shift my body to face her. Tonight I plan to be easy on Ivy. The kind of sex we were about to have, would be vanilla with a little raspberry ripple thrown in to add some tang. The apprehensive shadow in Ivy’s eyes, cries out for me to cuddle her, to drag her into my arms. With a shrug, I bury the feelings, which are rising in me, and spoke to the woman on the bed.

“Ivy, I’m not going to leave you, and the only people who know what we’re doing here, are you and me.”

“What about Twiggy and Yvette?”

“They have their own issues, and are not interested in what we get up to.”

“Ivy, I may want more than one night.”

“Tonight only Dec and nothing more.”

“We’ll see.”

One night with Ivy wasn’t going to be enough. My obsession for Ivy leaves me uncertain to how many nights and days it will take me to slake my lust. To rid myself of the fever I have of the redhead. However, I was going to use every opportunity that arose to bind this woman closer to me than the binds, which have Ivy bound to the bed.

“Ivy, repeat your safe word. The one you’re to use when you have a question.”

“Pumpkin.”

“And the one, if you want be to stop altogether.”

“Unicorn.”

“Good Girl.”

Damn, my cock was twitching like mad under the towel, begging me to put it in Ivy’s pussy. However, I want the night to last. Tomorrow, we would be back in Comfort Springs, and there were too many places for Ivy to hide. Tonight, I have to make Ivy as dependent on our sex life as possible.

Without moving from the bed, I reach over to my bag, which is lying beside the bed, and removed the sensory toy I was after. While I was rummaging through the bag, Ivy’s gaze never left me, following every movement I make. Her gaze widening when she spotted the pinwheel

“It’s nothing to worry about Baby Girl. All I plan to do is heighten your senses. Okay.”

Ivy gave a tentative nod, her warm honey brown eyes watching my hands.

“Answer me verbally Baby Girl, or use your safe word.”

“Everything is fine Dec.”

For tonight, I’ll let Ivy get away with using my name. However, next time we are in the bedroom, she is going to have to call me sir. As I think of Ivy’s reaction, when she finds out she has to call me sir, a smile flitters across my face.

With a jerk of the towel, I’m as naked as Ivy and quickly straddle her body. When her eyes fall on my naked cock, Ivy’s eyes widen, and her tongue came out to lick her lower lip.

“Damn Dec, is that thing real, or have you had surgery?”

At Ivy’s quip, I rebuke her with a slight tap to the side of her fleshy bottom.

“Behave Baby Girl.”

So, I’m a little bigger than the average guy is, and yet my cock isn’t too large. It’s just the right size to fill a nice juicy pussy like Ivy’s. The thought of having Ivy’s pussy snuggling around my cock, has it bouncing against my stomach, and pre-cum has begun to leak out of the tip. With Ivy’s body beneath mine, each time she wiggles, her hips would brush against the inside of my thighs, causing more blood to run to my already hard cock.

Ivy’s tits quivered against the flesh of her body as they rose up and down with each breath she took. Her nipples are standing to attention, begging for my mouth. For a moment, I regret I haven’t brought the nipple clamps with me. With a shrug of disappointment, I reach forward and take a nipple into my mouth, and tug on the hard bud, biting down on to the nub with my teeth. The pressure inflicts a little pain, but not enough to cause concern. Then I move to the other nipple, and once more bite on to the firm jutting flesh.

“Dec.”

Panicked that Ivy was ready to waiver in our game before we had begun, I raise my head, and look towards her, only to discover she has her head thrown back. Satisfied that Ivy is fine, I bite on the nipples again. Then reluctantly, I let them go, and lean back to watch the slow tide of pink spread over Ivy’s neck.

Confident that Ivy is with me, I slowly trail the pinwheel across her shoulder, bringing it to rest against the base of her throat. From the small indention, I continue to trail the wheel to her tits. As I reach the buds of her nipples, I gave a slight tap with the end of the instrument, then with the flat of the cold steel wheel, I brushed it over the nipple several times, watching as the nipple grew, and listened as Ivy’s breathing became deeper. Soon I began to work on the other nipple, and beneath me, Ivy was becoming restless, her hips and ass, rubbing against the bottom bed sheet as she attempted to close her legs, rolling from side to side.

Ivy was gripping on to the ropes, tugging on them as I moved the pinwheel lower, coming to rest at her pierced belly button. Ivy’s belly is not perfectly flat it’s slightly convex; dropping the wheel I leant over and blew on Ivy’s flesh, leaving a fine trail of air in my wake as I shuffled further down her body.

When I’m in the position, which I have fantasied about for a long time, I spread Ivy’s thighs further apart, latching on to her pussy, and begin to suckle on her flesh. At the unexpected touch, Ivy’s body jolts forward, almost knocking me off my perch. With a firm grip, I give a slight nip to her thighs, a warning not to move. As soon as she is still, I return to suckle on her flesh again. As I thrust into her passage, her cream covers my tongue. With each thrust I make, Ivy’s muscles clamp onto my tongue. Her gentle moans are beginning to fill the room. As Ivy’s body begins to tremble around my tongue, I realize she is about to orgasm and I didn’t want that. Not yet anyway. Swiftly I pull back and look towards Ivy, whose face is flushed bright red.

“Fuck it Dec, get back down and finish me off.”

“Did you just tell me what to do?”

“Yes, now do it.”

“Naughty girl. You deserve a punishment for that remark.”

Before I change my mind, and Ivy is aware of what is happening, I smack her pussy. Another jolt and an “Oh” from Ivy has me doing it again.

“Damn it Dec, you said you wouldn’t do that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

This is said, as I again spank the damp pussy. The aroma of musk begins to assault my nose. Baby Girl is becoming highly aroused at having her pussy spanked. With this knowledge, I give her another spank, waiting for her answer.

“Yes, stop. Dec please stop.”

“Are you going to use your safe word?”

“Damn it Dec. Please make me cum.”

“So you don’t want me to stop then?”

“I want your cock in my pussy Dec. Now!”

Another spank to her pussy, only this one is slightly harder.

“Dec.”

To ensure that Ivy is fine with what I’m doing, I trail my finger between her pussy lips, and feel the cream as it drenches my finger. With a slight hook to the tip of my finger, I bring a small dollop of her cream up to show her.

“Baby Girl is all excited at having her pussy spanked, isn’t she?”

“Please Dec. Fuck me.”

My cock is hard and throbbing, and wanted inside the sweet juicy pussy, which was just beneath me. Quickly and smoothly, I grab one of the condoms from the bedside table and place it over my cock, and then I surged into the hot waiting pussy, going in as deep as I could. As I thrust in, I’m met with some resistance. I knew Ivy wasn’t a virgin, and without thinking, I ask the question which has popped into my head.

“How long Ivy. How long is it since you had a lover? Since you took another man’s cock into this tight pussy.”

Ivy’s gaze doesn’t meet mine as she turns her head towards the wall, her cheeks now a bright red, her eyes close as she squeezes her already tight pussy around my cock.

“It’s been a while. Satisfied.”

The snide remark didn’t bother me. What bothered me was my need in the answer. I wanted to know how long since she had fucked someone else. It didn’t make sense, this urge I had, to know. Shit, it was only recently that my cock was inside some whore.

“I’m not going to answer Dec. It has nothing to do with you when or who I fucked. Now just fucking fuck me.”

Ivy was right; it wasn’t any of my business, who she took to her bed. However, I was learning that when it came to Ivy, I’m a possessive bastard, and hate the thought of her dating anyone else, never mind fucking them.

With a shake of my head, I remove all thoughts of men Ivy hasn’t screwed, and begin to thrust in her tight tunnel with long hard thrusts. My hands grip on to Ivy’s hips as I pounded into her. Her gasps, edging me towards my pinnacle.

“Damn it Dec. I need to cum.”

With a few more deep thrusts, I prolong Ivy’s torture, dragging out her release. I didn’t want this to be over. Being inside Ivy’s pussy was bliss.

“Dec, please.”

Feeling my own balls pull back tight, I thrust in one last time, and offload my semen into the condom. At the same time, I move my hand down to Ivy’s pussy and press against the swollen bud, before tugging on it several times. When Ivy finally has her release, her body shudders around my cock for several moments.

Now that we are both sated, I’m unwilling to move. I don’t want to leave the cocoon that I have found myself in, and gently place a few kisses on Ivy’s neck. I have waited a long time for this moment, and maybe in my eagerness, I rushed a little. Yet, going by Ivy’s labored breaths, I know she is truly satisfied. Her face may be turned away from me, yet her hand idly strokes my spine, sending a tingle straight to my cock.

“Dec.”

“Yeah?”

“You need to move.”

“In a minute Baby Girl.”

“No, now Dec, I need to pee. And your weight on my bladder is not helping.”

With a small chuckle, I quickly remove myself from Ivy’s body, and scoop her up into my arms as I carry her to the lavatory.

“I could have walked.”

“Yeah, but this is more fun.”

“Dec, leave the room, I can’t pee with you standing over me.”

By the time, Ivy returns to the bedroom I had disposed of the condom, and grabbed a couple more out of my bag. I have also replaced the top sheet on the bed, pulling it down as an indication for Ivy to join me in the bed.

For a moment, Ivy hesitated, her naked body hidden from my view by the towel she has wrapped around herself. That will have to stop; I enjoy seeing Ivy’s naked body. When Ivy finally joins me in bed, I hook an arm around her body, pulling her close, throwing the sheet over her now naked body. I may not be able to see my bounty; however, there wasn’t anything to stop me from touching.

“How do you feel Ivy?”

“Great.”

“Do you think you would like take this any further?”

“I don’t know Dec. The sex was good I’m not denying that. As for you and me, I know too much about you Dec. Shit, you weren’t even faithful to your wife. If, and this is a major if. If you and I dated, and it would be dating Dec. Not some sleazy affair, which mainly consisted of kinky sex, could you be faithful to me? Just you and me Dec, and no other women. Especially not the skanks from the club.”

Ivy’s nipple is becoming hard again as my fingers play with the bud, and my cock is stirring. I enjoy sex. I also enjoy sex with a variety of women. Being monogamous was not in me. I was aware of this from experience, however, for Ivy, I was willing to give it go.”

“Why don’t we just take it a day at time Ivy?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Chapter 7

After three days of hard riding and a night of sex with Dec, I was aching everywhere, and more than ready for a long, hot bubbly bath. A bath, which was going to have to wait. When we arrived in Comfort Springs, Twiggy and Yvette split from us, riding on to the club, while Dec rode on to his parents’ home.

The Gallagher’s home was located in one of the quieter areas of Comfort Springs, and had a well-kept garden. I was surprised to see a dog, which bounded up to Dec, and jumped up at him. Instead of disciplining the dog, Dec scratched his ear, while his tail wagged furiously.

“Say hello to Victor, he’s a softie.”

The undercurrent of laughter can be heard in Dec’s voice as he turns his head towards me. Genuine warmth sprang from the glow in his eyes.

“Are you two coming in, or staying with that damn dog?”

Stood by the door is Rayven, wearing a pair of cut off shorts and a white vest top. Her hair was tied back. It was good to see the dark haired woman. I’d missed the women once I’d left for Las Vegas.

“Rayven. What are you doing here?”

“Shut up Dec, Tabby’s talking to your mother and needs rescuing.”

“Come on Ivy, let’s go and re-introduce you to Ma, and then you can meet Pa”.

Dec doesn’t wait for me to answer as he reaches out for my hand, and practically drags me into the house as he barges past Rayven, who is trailing behind us with a silly grin on her face. The Gallagher house is warm and inviting, and from the kitchen, I can smell fried chicken. As I attempt to look around at my surroundings, I realize we are following the sounds of raised voices. Well, Tabby’s raised voice and the softer murmurs of Mary’s, the matriarch of the Gallagher family.

“Tabby, leave Ma alone.”

The Gallagher men dwarf Mary Gallagher as they surround her. Yet she refuses to back down from either of the bikers. However, as soon as she spots me standing in the doorway, she escapes her sons, to give me a hug.

“Hello Ivy, I expect you’re tired and would love a cup of mint tea to freshen you up.”

“That would be nice Mrs Gallagher.”

“Oh Ivy, drop the Mrs Gallagher, and call me Mary. Come on, why don’t I show you to your room, while Rayven makes the tea? You don’t mind do you Rayven.”

Rayven’s smile lit up the room as she looked at her mother – in- law.

“Not at all Ma. Ivy and I can catch up later.”

Now that the men had lost the attention of their mother, they left the kitchen to go into the garden, where Dec immediately lit up a cigar. Yet, as I reached for my bag, which Dec had dropped by the kitchen door, a voice floated into the air, informing me, that he would bring the bag up shortly.

“Once you’re settled in Ivy, I’ll introduce you to William. It was lovely of you to offer to look after him while I’m away for a few days.”

The way Mary spoke would have you believing I had volunteered for this job, and not that Dec had twisted my arm.

“Your son can be very persuasive when he wants something Mary.”

Mary’s little chuckle, enforces just how persuasive Dec can be, and I’m learning more each day. Mary Williams is a brisk woman and she was soon showing me the room I was to use during my stay. It was a pretty room, with the walls painted a pale lemon, and the sheets on the twin beds are a matching silver grey. As I focused on the room, it dawned on me this must have been Dec’s sisters’ room when they lived at home.

“I’ll leave you to settle dear. Just follow the chatter when you come downstairs, and you’ll have no problem finding us.”

The gentle click of the door closing, tells me I’m alone in the room. With a deep breath, I sat on one of the beds, the one closest to the window. I was in dire need of a bath, yet it was going to have to wait. My eyes closed against the bright sunlight and my memories drifted back to the night before.

Since becoming sexually active, I’ve never let a man take control in the bedroom. It hadn’t been what I had expected. It had come as a shock at how quickly I had become aroused, yet at the same time; it had been frustrating not being able to touch Dec. The vulnerability and exposure of being tied to the bed, to begin with had frightened me. I knew deep down Dec wouldn’t leave or hurt me. Yet I had still been a little scared. An emotion, which soon faded as Dec talked, asking me questions. A small giggle escapes my throat as I remember the rest of the night, how Dec had fucked me twice more, and that it wasn’t until the early hours of this morning he had finally let me touch him as we had sex.

The slight rattle of the door, has me turning towards it and Dec walked in with my bag. I still hadn’t given him my answer. I was uncertain if I wanted to take the next step with him. Maybe I should find someone who was less dominant than the biker was. I can understand why Dec is drawn to the BDSM way of life. He needs to control and is a little O.C.D. Sometimes, I would watch him when he had his back to me and occasionally, I would observe the small tic in his jaw twitching when someone didn’t put an object back in the way they had found it. It was these little traits of his, which I found endearing. Yet, I’m sure if I was to live with the man, I just might end up murdering him.

“Here’s your bag. When you’re ready to come downstairs, give me a shout. I’ll be in the room next door.”

About to remove the bag from his hand, I stopped in mid movement, my eyes rising up to his. Room next door. What did he mean by that?

“You can join the others Dec, I don’t need you to show me the way.”

“Ivy, I need to freshen up after the bike ride. And besides, you don’t expect me to leave you with my Pa on your own do you.”

Frantic thoughts were going round my head.

“Exactly what do you mean Dec?”

“That I’ll be sleeping in the room next to you Ivy. Unless, you invite me into your bed that is.”

I refuse to panic. So Dec has decided to sleep here, I can cope with that. It wasn’t a problem, or so I kept telling myself after Dec had left the bedroom, whistling a little ditty as he closed the door. Not wanting to remain upstairs for longer than I had too, especially with Dec just next door, I quickly washed my hands and face and knocked on his bedroom door.

“Come in Ivy.”

With a shake of my head, I entered the room, and took in the décor.

“It might not have been me at the door Dec.”

“Sure it was Ivy. If anyone had come up the stairs I would have heard them.”

It was then that I spotted Dec coming out of the bathroom and a strange sensation went through me as comprehension dawned on me.

“Dec is that the same bathroom as the one I use.”

“Yep.”

Dec’s nonchalant answer makes me realize he is expecting a battle over the shared facilities. With a self-satisfied smile at Dec, I disregard the implications of sharing the bathroom, and with a light nod of my head, I simply change the subject.

“Was this yours and Tabby’s room when you lived here.”

As I scrutinize the room, I notice little change in the twenty or so years since the biker’s had left home. Like the room, I was using, this room has twin beds, yet instead of lemon walls, the ones in here are painted cream and brown, and the beds have matching green bed sets. Pushed against one of the walls is a bookcase, jammed packed with books on motorcycles and other boys' stuff. The beds were small, and imagining Dec’s large frame in one of the beds, brought me a bout of giggles. As Dec follows my gaze with his, his laughter joins mine as he walked over to the beds and began to push them together. Another deep laughter joined Dec’s, and I turned to find Tabby standing behind me.

“Shit, did we really fit in those beds?”

“A while back, yeah. What can I do for you Tabby?”

“Ma was wondering where you two were. So I told her, I‘d come and fetch you both. Welcome back Ivy.”

Tabby and Dec are twins, yet in all the years I’ve known them, I’ve never found myself attracted or drawn to Tabby in the way I am to Dec. With Dec, there’s an uncontrolled element about him. Something, which was crying out to be tamed. Was I game enough to take this challenge on? Or would it leave me a broken shell of my former self. Was I willing to give up my control to Dec?

As Tabby was talking, Dec had come up behind me, and placed his hand on my hip, with a gentle squeeze, he guided me towards the door.

In the living room, I’m met by Bridgett, Dec’s sister, and her husband Iain. Sat in a comfy chair, which is placed in front of a television, with the sound turned down, was an elderly gentleman, whom I took to be William Gallagher. In his day, he would have been a fine looking man. From where I’m standing, I can see remnants of Dec and Tabby in him. His once bright red hair has faded to a dull orange. His green eyes have also faded, and are glued to the film he is watching. Beside him, on a small table, is a plastic childproof beaker and the scraps of a sandwich. Crumbs have gathered where his shirt was bunched up. Beside him, fast asleep in his stroller, was a miniature version of his father, Kavan. Shit, the baby had grown since I last saw him.

“That’s Pa, I’ll introduce you to him. However, he’ll not remember who you are. That’s why I’m sleeping over. Once Pa becomes accustom to you, he’ll be easier to handle.”

DCMC

“I thought they were never going to leave.”

Surprised by Rayven’s announcement, all I can do is gasp at the young woman, who was now feeding the hungry baby.

“Rayven, don’t be like that.”

“Ivy, if you’re going to be a part of this family, you’re going to have to be blunt, and you’ll have to stand up for yourself. Otherwise, they’ll walk all over you.”

“Rayven, I’m not a part of the family. Dec has hired me to mind his Dad, while Mary goes away for a few days.”

Rayven’s extravagant roll of her eyes indicates her disbelieve in my role in the Gallagher family.

“So what you’re saying Ivy, is that you and Dec still haven’t screwed. You need to put that man and yourself out of misery and get it over with.”

When I didn’t answer immediately, Rayven’s gaze left her son’s to stare at me. A knowing smile spreading across her face like a heat rash.

“Fuck. You did screw him.”

“Shush Rayven; you shouldn’t speak like that in front of your son. And besides, William might hear.”

Rayven’s tinkling laughter was not helping my nerves, and I wanted to leave the room and Comfort Springs. It wouldn’t be long before the other members of Devil’s Comfort would be aware that Dec and I had fucked.

“Does it really matter if we did or didn’t.”

Again, Rayven released a loud peal of laughter, which in return caused her son to chortle.

“Rayven.”

“Ivy what you and Dec do, is up to you. But everyone will be watching. The man’s like a puppy around you.”

An image of Dec bent between my legs, licking at my pussy as he gave a deep growl, whilst I was tied to the bed, rose before me. The last thing I would have said about Dec is that he was a puppy.