Dec's Downfall: (A Brothers of Devil's Comfort Book 5) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC) (8 page)

Chapter 12

Right, so the little madam thinks she has me by the balls. Well, I think it’s time to show the little lady just who’s in charge in this relationship. As Ivy leaves the office to rejoin the party, I watch her pert little ass sway from side to side in the piece of stretch cloth, which is hugging the tight curves. Fuck, maybe she does have me by the balls, if the sudden swelling of my cock is anything to go by. Before following Ivy, I slide my cock away from the zipper.

“Ivy.”

“Yes.”

“How much have you had to drink?”

With a shrug of her shoulders, Ivy glances over to the table where she had been sitting earlier.”

“A couple of bottles. Why.”

I’d switched to water earlier in the evening. When I take Ivy to bed, it is essential I’m sober and clear-headed, and so is Ivy. She has to be fully alert to what we are doing. When I explain this to Ivy, she nods her head and continues to stroll over to the empty table.

“Ivy, you know where my room is. Go and tell Baby Blu or one of the other old ladies where you’re going.”

Ivy’s body spins round to face me, her eyes firing daggers in my direction. In response, I just quirk my brow at her.

“Ivy, you need to tell someone where you are so that if you disappear, they know I was with you last.”

I was scaring the woman out of necessity. Ivy has to learn the rules of the games and the first one is always tell someone where you are and who you’re with. This world was just too full of weirdos. While Ivy went to do my bidding, I turned towards my room and quickly prepared it.

With regret, I look at the pulley and chain. Unfortunately, Ivy isn’t ready for this just yet; however, I’ll work up to it slowly. A gasp from the door has me spinning towards it, where I find Ivy standing between the posts. An image of her tied spread-eagle to the St Andrew’s cross, which I have at the dance club, sprang to mind. This was something else I had to look forward to.

“Come in Ivy and lock the door behind you.”

As Ivy locks the door, I check the handcuffs, which were already attached to the king size bed. The size of the bed will stretch Ivy further than the double had in the motel. With a smile, I throw the pillows onto the floor; I wouldn’t be using them just yet. Not until I was ready to pound Ivy with my cock. Without turning, I speak to Ivy.

“Strip.”

“What?”

My smile grew broader; my Baby Girl has just earned herself another punishment.

“Strip. Ivy, don’t have me repeating myself.”

Slowly Ivy entered the room, her arms crossing over as she lifted the hem of the short dress as she pulled it over her head. Fuck, she was hot. I was going to enjoy this little show, and for a better view, I sat on the bed, while shrugging out of my cut and T-shirt.

“The underwear as well Ivy.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Ivy removed her bra, freeing her tits. They weren’t big bouncy tits. However, they were young and firm, with big nips, which were already standing to attention. Indulgently, I let my gaze drop down to her stomach, before coming to rest at her pussy. This time, as Ivy removed her panties, her actions were deliberately slow as her gaze fell onto my face. As soon as Ivy is naked, my cock jerks angrily against the cloth of my denims. This time I didn’t adjust myself, I wanted to feel the pressure of my cock as it pushed against the restrictive material.

Now that Ivy is naked, I went and stood beside her, with the band from my own hair, I pulled Ivy’s red locks back into a ponytail and trailed my fingers down her spine. The shiver, which she gave, passed through me. Slowly I paced round the naked body, and leisurely inspected every inch of the delectable flesh. As I walked, Ivy shuffled, but she neither cowered nor attempted to hide her body from me.

“Ivy, you take my breath. No matter how often I fantasized about you, nothing compares to this.”

Again, I take another stroll round Ivy’s body.

“Do you know what I want to do to you?” I don’t give Ivy time to answer. “I want to bend you over and push my cock into you. To join us and hear you beg for your release. But I’m going to wait Ivy. I’m going to make you wait for my cock.”

Ivy’s gasp caused my cock to jerk once more. I know when I fuck Ivy it’ll be worth the wait and the torture.

“Rules Ivy We need rules.”

Ivy’s head jerks round to me as I study her ass.

“Face front. You only look at me, when I tell you too.”

“Dec.”

“Listen to me Ivy. Each time you ignore my rules, or ask what I deem as an unnecessary question over what I’m doing to you, I will punish you.”

“Dec.”

“Yes Baby Girl.”

“What if I use the safe word?”

“Then I’ll need to judge if it’s necessary to punish, or if you asked a valid question.”

My hands were yearning to reach out and touch Ivy, to caress every part of her. However, I stepped back and gazed at the offering before me.

“Ivy.”

“Yes Dec.”

“When we’re playing you call me Sir. Each time you don’t, will earn you a punishment. Do you understand?”

Closely I study Ivy’s throat as she swallows. The alabaster skin is glistering in the bright light where Ivy has begun to sweat.

“Dec.”

Whack. As I move pass Ivy; I give her bottom a quick reprimand.

“What did I say Baby Girl.”

For a moment Ivy is quiet, her glare, mutinous as she watches me.

“That I have to call you Sir.”

“Good Girl.”

With a pat to the bed, I smile indulgently at Ivy.

“Climb onto the bed Ivy and place yourself in position, just like the night at the hotel. “

As soon as Ivy is on the bed, I begin to click the handcuffs onto her wrists and ankles.

“Ivy, if there’s anything you don’t like or don’t understand, use your safe word. You remember them don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Pumpkin and Unicorn.”

“Good Girl and what happens if you say pumpkin.”

“You stop what you are doing and we talk.”

“Good Girl, and if you say Unicorn.”

“You stop and I leave.”

With a kiss to her forehead, I again praise Ivy.

“Baby Girl, this time I’m going to use a blindfold. If you become scared, tell me.”

Ivy bobbed her head as her eyes follow the black cloth coming closer to her face. As soon as it is in place, I check I haven’t tied the cloth too tight and give her wrists and ankles another check.

“Baby Girl, give a tug on the chains and tell me if they’re too tight.”

“They’re fine Dec.”

“Ivy.”

“Sorry. They’re fine Sir.

“Good Girl. Now I’m going to poor some wax onto your body.”

When Ivy’s body tenses up and her mouth begins to open, I lean over her body, and do what I’ve craved to do all evening I kiss her. It’s a sweet long kiss, and when I begin to feel the tendrils of the kiss touching my heart, I pull back quickly and for a moment, I lose my composure and panic. With a deep breath, I reach for the candle, which I had lit earlier.

“Relax Baby Girl, and remember if you don’t like it, use your word. If you tell me to stop, I’ll ignore you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Now what’s your safe word Baby Girl if you have any questions?”

“Pumpkin.”

As Ivy answers me, I spill a little of the special wax onto her stomach. At the contact, Ivy involuntary arches up, and I drip some more wax, this time, watching as it trails over her flesh. As I spill a little more, I move my free hand down to Ivy’s pussy and feel the dampness between her legs. Oh yes, my baby is excited. Again, I drop a little more wax, this time, I spill it just above her nipple, and Ivy’s gasp fills the room. Again, another drop, this time on her other tit, just as I stroke the hot flesh between her pussy lips, Ivy gives a tug on the handcuffs, her body arching once more.

“Dec.”

“Two.”

“What.”

“So far you’ve earned yourself two punishments.”

“How.”

“That’s three now. One, for questioning me, when I told you to strip, the second one for calling me Dec and not Sir, and the third one for questioning me a second time. For each error you make Baby Girl. You’ll receive five spanks, that’s fifteen you’ve earned already.

Eager, to punish Baby Girl, I drip the wax into her belly button. A shot of desire shoots through me at Ivy’s gasp. Placing the candle back onto the bedside cabinet, I reach for the small hand paddle, the one I’m going to use on Ivy’s pussy. My baby enjoyed having her pussy spanked the last time.

“Lift your hips Baby Girl.”

Blindly, Ivy lifts her hips, and I place the two pillows, which I had thrown onto the floor earlier, beneath her hips.

“Baby Girl.”

“Yes.”

“Baby Girl.”

“Sorry, Yes Sir.”

“I’m going to spank your pussy now. You like that, don’t you Baby Girl.”

Ivy’s head nods vigorously as I come to stand by the side of the bed. My eager gaze finds her pussy, which is glistening with her cream. My own mouth has begun to fill with saliva as I think about placing my tongue onto the heated flesh.

“Baby Girl.”

“Yes Sir.”

This makes me smile, Baby Girl has remembered.

“Next time you come to my bed, make sure your pussy has been waxed.”

“Yes Sir. Ouch.”

As Ivy was speaking, I delivered the first spank with my paddle.

“Count Baby Girl.

“One.”

“Oh Baby Girl, I’ll let it go this once, but do remember to add Sir, otherwise we start again.”

“Yes Sir. Three Sir.”

As I deliver the deliberately aimed smacks to Baby Girl’s pussy, the room soon came alive with the smell of musk. With each smack, Baby Girl counted and soon, all fifteen were administered. Baby Girl’s body is shining with sweat and her gentle sobs are making me hard.

“Please sir. I need your cock. Now.”

“I know you do Baby Girl. But first, let’s make your pussy all better.

Quickly I slide my body in between Baby Girl’s spread legs and place my mouth on her pussy and began to lick the burning flesh. With each thrust I deliver with my tongue, Baby Girl’s sobs became louder as she pushed against my mouth. The sound of her begging for release has me undoing my zipper, Instead of thrusting straight into the tight pussy. I continue to lick and kiss the flesh, tasting her musk and cream, only when I was truly happy that Baby Girl was ready for me, did I gently push the head of my cock into the tight pussy, only to pull it out again.

“Fuck you Dec, Fuck me properly.”

With a laugh into Baby Girl’s throat, I slowly pulled my cock free of my denims and after covering it with a condom, I pushed into her pussy, going deeper and deeper, only to draw back and slide in once more. Baby Girl’s body is going crazy beneath mine as I deny her her orgasm.

“Do you want to cum Baby Girl?”

“You know I do.”

“Ask me Baby Girl. Ask me to make you cum, so hard, that you explode.”

“If I don’t cum I’m going to explode anyway.”

“Baby Girl.”

“Make me explode Dec. Make me cum like no other ever has.”

Later, I’ll punish Baby Girl, but for now, I pound hard and deep into Baby Girl’s pussy as my fingers find her hard throbbing clit. Slowly, I feel the tension in Baby Girl’s body as she begins to tremble before letting go. Her harsh gasps are loud in the quiet room.

As soon as Baby Girl’s body settles down, I find my own release, filling the condom.

Chapter 13

Fuck. I am well and truly fucked.

As soon as the blood seizes to pound in my ears and I can breathe easily, I’m going to the toilet. Until then, I don’t plan to move for anyone. Who would have thought being at the mercy of someone else, could have your body burning, desperate for release. Damn, when Dec had put the blindfold on I had been ready to cry Unicorn, never mind pumpkin. Thank fuck I didn’t.

As my breathing slowly began to steady, the room tilted and I was spun into the air. It was only when I opened my eyes; I realize Dec is carrying me towards the bathroom. Where there is soapy tub water waiting for me. I don’t know when Dec filled the tub, and I was too lethargic to care. All I knew was I wanted in the water.

Once Dec placed me in the tub, I again closed my eyes, leaning against the ceramic of the tub. As I lay back too exhausted to move, gentle hands began to administer to my body. A cloth was run over the full length, paying particular attention to the dried wax.

Damn, when Dec had said he was going to use wax, images of spilt wax from my childhood had come to mind. The scolding pain, which although didn’t last, has left an impact on my memories. Yes, when Dec had poured the wax onto my body, there had been pain, but of a different intensity. When he had poured more on to my stomach, the pulse in my clit had thundered to life. All I had to keep me centered was Dec’s voice. A sound, which I lost the moment his tongue had touched the flesh of my pussy. Shit, I’d thought he was never going to let me cum.

“Ivy.”

“Erm.”

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

As sweet as Dec’s voice is, it was interrupting my daydream.

“I don’t want to.”

“Open them. Or I’ll spank your bottom.”

With the threat of a spanking, I quickly open my eyes and look at Dec. It’s then that I notice he is wearing his denim’s, and that his semi-hard cock is protruding out of the fly.

“Why did you put your jeans on Dec?”

This time Dec’s rueful laughter fills the bathroom and I glare at the man in disgust.

“I never removed them Ivy.”

At Dec’s admission, I couldn’t retain my own smile. So I had the man as worked up as he had me.

“Ivy we have to return home soon.”

Home, I didn’t have a home. Yet when Dec referred to his parents’ house as a home, a warmth flooded me. Yeah, I liked the sound of going home with Dec. The once hot water was beginning to cool down, yet the shiver, which passed over me, had nothing to do with the water’s temperature. No, it had more to do with the fact, if Dec ever found out that going home with him was on a par to bliss. I would be at his mercy. That is one secret he is never going to discover.

By the time, we return to Dec’s parent’s house, it is late dawn. As we tipped toed through the club, I was shocked at the amount of bodies still downstairs. Some of the bikers were drinking and playing pool. A few were even screwing whatever skanks were left. There were also a few flaked out, their bodies wrapped around a skank or two. I may never have seen this side of the club before. However, I was aware of what the bikers got up to. Still, seeing was different to speculating. When I had cared for Quick-Draw, I always left the club as soon as he had himself set up at the bar. I had still left early, when he had his drinking under control.

The house was quiet when we arrived, yet the soft hum of the television drew our attention, and laying on the sofa, with a blanket thrown over him, was Fraggle. There was no sign of William and quickly excusing myself, I went upstairs to check on the old man. When I found him in his bed, he was fast asleep, his arm spread out on the pillow, which I assumed Mary used.

“Come on Ivy, let’s go to bed.”

With regret. I shake my head at Dec. William may be asleep now; however, it wouldn’t be long before he was up. The man rarely slept in late.

“Ivy, he’s asleep and after your night, you could do with a couple of more hour’s kip.”

Dec wasn’t going to take no for an answer, as he led me into his bedroom, shrugging out of my dress and underwear, I climbed into the pushed up twin beds.

I don’t know what woke me, but the morning sun was bright and as I look at the clock, I discover it’s gone eight. There it was again, a muffled curse and something going thump softly. This time, the noise penetrated Dec’s subconscious and he jumped out of the bed, grabbing his jeans as he dashed for the door. Not to be left behind, I grabbed my panties and Dec’s T-shirt, following him closely. When I arrive at the top of the stairs, and what I see next, has me pounding down the stairs, missing the occasional step.

At the bottom of the stairs lay William. Fraggle and Dec were standing over him, with Dec quietly talking to him, while Fraggle was on his cell.

“Is he okay?”

“I don’t know. All I can get out of him is that he wants his breakfast. Look, Ivy I’ve checked him over and he seems okay. However, I’m going to take him to County and have him checked over. Fraggle, tell Tabby I’ll meet him there.”

“I’m coming with you Dec.”

Dec didn’t argue with me. As I follow, Fraggle is helping Dec to carry his father to the sedan. It doesn’t take us long to arrive at the hospital, where we discover Tabby and Rayven waiting for us.

“Damn it Dec, if you had let me up when I asked this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Ivy accidents happen. There’s no need to blame yourself for it.”

“Really Dec. You think I’m blaming myself for this, when it was your fault.”

“My fault?”

“Yes, if you hadn’t insisted that we go back to bed. I would have been up, and William wouldn’t have been wandering about.”

Deep down, I knew neither of us were to blame, but I was angry and had to lash out at someone and Dec was the easiest option.

“Come on Ivy, I’m sure Pa will be fine.”

Rayven had come to stand beside me, handing me a coffee in a plastic holder. Grateful for the beverage, I took the drink from the proffered hand.

“Thanks Rayven.”

“I guess there’s more to this, than the accident Ivy?”

With a raise of my shoulder, I went to sit in the chair by the window. The ER was busy and Dec and Tabby had gone with their father when he was finally called into see the emergency doctor.

“What if I told you I don’t know what I’m doing Rayven.”

Rayven came to sit beside me, taking my hand in hers.

“There’s no running from the Gallagher men Ivy. Fight it if you want. But who are you hurting in the end.”

“I never saw myself has a gangster’s moll before Rayven.”

“And you’re not a gangster’s moll now.”

Rayven’s giggle has me turning towards the young woman, my eyebrow quirking at her.

“Really.”

“Yeah, really. You’re actually a biker’s bitch.”

As we sat and waited, Dec finally appeared, his Pa was in a wheelchair, and for a moment, I was overcome with panic. Fuck, we hadn’t informed Mary and what was she going to say. The holiday was supposed to give her a rest, not to cause her more worry while she was away, unable to do anything.

“Dec.”

“He’s fine Ivy, a sprained ankle from twisting it on the bottom step and a sprained wrist from trying to prevent his fall. We can all go home now.”

“Have you rung your mother?”

“Ivy quit worrying, she’s fine. Look, after I drop you and Pa off, I have to go to the club.”

As soon as William settles in his chair with his favorite movie playing, Dec left.

“Damn it Ivy I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have slept in.”

“Hey Fraggle it’s not your fault. How about a coffee to calm us both.”

When the coffee was made, Fraggle took his outside, where he began to tinker with this bike. It wasn’t new, hell it wasn’t even second hand, but with all the loving care he was giving it, it was going to be a classic.

Now that I was over the shock of William’s fall, the events of the night before began to take effect. Did I really know what I was doing? In front of Dec, I was all bravado, telling him and myself I wasn’t looking for anything permanent. Shit, whom was I kidding? Wasn’t that the reason why I had run? Because I was scared of what would happen between Dec and me. With a deep breath, I just hope, I have the strength to walk away when it was time to.

Another check on William was to find him asleep in his chair. His snores soft and in unison with the dog’s, who was lying beside him. Still feeling guilty over Mary, I gave her a quick call. After our chat, I soon settled down. According to Mary, so far I was having it easy, there had been a couple of times, when she would come into the living room and discover William missing. Something which Dec and Tabby were unaware of, but she thought I might need to know, in case he got any ideas. A quick glance at his bandage ankle and I shook my head. William wouldn’t be running anywhere or walking for that fact.

After speaking with Mary, I rang Flynn; I hadn’t called him since leaving Las Vegas. Quickly I glossed over the facts, letting him know that I had arrived safely and nothing exciting was happening.

“So you and Dec haven’t dirtied the bed sheets yet.”

Did I lie?

“Yeah, we have.”

“And?”

“It was okay.”

Flynn’s laughter floated over the line and I smiled to myself. Who was I trying to kid. Flynn knew Dec, and would know that the sex would be more than fine. To hide my embarrassment, I asked Flynn a personal question of my own.

“How’s Grace?”

For a moment, the line goes silent, and then Flynn answers.

“She’s a pain in the ass, and most definitely not you.”

“She’s not that bad Flynn.”

“No. I told her I’d fix her up with a job and she told me to go to hell. Fuck Ivy. What does she do all day?”

“She’s on a sabbatical from college Flynn, give the girl a break.”

When the call with Flynn came to an end, I found it hard to say bye. It was good to talk to someone, who although connected to Devil’s Comfort, was just a player on the outskirts.

The vibration of my cell has me scanning the screen to find a message from Dec.

Dec: I’m going to be late; Quick Draw is coming over to replace Fraggle.

Me: He doesn’t have to. I can manage without either of them.

Dec: Quick- Draw’s coming over. Maybe in a few days Pa will be used to you.

What the hell did Dec think I was going to do with his Pa. Run off with him? I’d looked after both Laura and Quick-Draw without any help. Okay, maybe when I was at the club, the brothers had helped out.