Harder (Sensual Biker Romance, Spanking, Dark Romance) (4 page)

Family.

“Chance, honestly,” I say as I sit up on his lap.  I start to kiss him softly at first and then hungrily bite at his lip. This wasn’t going to lead to answers but once I sat on his lap I couldn’t help myself. I was still hungry for his touch.

I pull at his pants and unzip them quickly releasing his already hardened cock. I slip off my bottoms and climb on top of him quickly. I don’t know how he can make me want him so badly, I hungrily sit on his lap taking in his thick deep cock. I ride him fast and hard as he grabs at my tits jiggling in his face.

I moan as lifts up my top and takes in my nipple sucking and biting hard on it. I feel the wave of pleasure wash over me and yet I am not satisfied. Chance pulls at my hips and pushes upwards into me hard and fast pumping his cock in and out of my tightness. I moan loudly as I feel myself overcome with a wave of pleasure again.  “Fuck,” Chance moans as he shoots his hot cum inside me. I feel the beads of sweat roll down my chest as I slowly slid off his lap.  I feel breathless.

After we take a shower together, Chance takes me into town on the back of his bike.

“We need to get you some clothes,” he says as we pull up to a small boutique.  Once inside I realize it’s for biker chicks. I look at all the leather skirts and tight pants on the racks.  My hand slowly caresses a cute short tight fitting leather jacket.  I slip it on and look at myself in the mirror.  “It looks like it fits,” he says.

I smile big, I know it must be expensive though and feel awkward. 

“Don’t worry about the price, get anything you want,” he says.

“Chance, I didn’t think I would be seeing you today,” a busty older woman saunters over to us.

“Hey Barbie,” he says as he turns his attention to her I move behind another rack.

“So are you shopping for yourself or woman,” she laughs like a barmaid.

I peek out from the t-shirts, watch the two talk, and laugh together.  She must be in her sixties but Chance was flirting with her. I feel strangely annoyed.  I walk over to them and slip my hand into chances hand. “Oh, I see, very cute,” she says looking at me.

“Sasha, this is Barbie, she’s kind of like my aunt,” he says as he leans in and gives her a kiss on her cheek. 

“Sasha, let’s get you set up with a room,” she smiles and takes me by my arm. I look back at Chance as if it plea for help as this old woman who smells of smoke and bubble gum pulls me into the dressing rooms.

After picking a few outfits and some much-needed new underwear, we leave the store, “Just put it on my account,” Chance says with a wink. It feels strange to be getting anything I want; I have never gone shopping with a guy before.  I remember my mother and I shopping three years ago, it seems like it’s been longer since then.  She would take me to a clothing store now and then and let me pick out a new outfit. She felt it was important I have nice clothes even though our money was always tight.  

“Yeah sure,” Barbie says as she waves good-bye.

I walk out a new woman, born in leather.

Chance and I ride on his bike and he takes me to his bar.  As we pull up it looks like a rough bar, I had never been inside a bar before and felt a little nervous. 

“You own your own bar?” I ask astonished.

“Well, yes there is more to me than just deals, I have plans,” he says as he leans in and kisses me.

“Who’s this you got,” a woman with teased hair walks over towards us.

“Sasha, this is B.J,” he says.

“Hi,” I say.

Chance gives me a look and I know I’ve made a mistake already.

“What a sweet little girl, I bet they will all love you,” she laughs while she pulls a drag from her cig.

“Hmm how many dicks did you suck there sweetie to get that jacket,” she ask as she laughs at me. 

I push my shoulders back and stand upright. “Just one, but I am sure with a name like B.J you probably have to suck big fat hairy cocks all day long just to be here,” I say flipping my blond hair.

I turn and grab Chance’s hand.

“You bitch!” she yells.

“That’s right, the new head bitch,” I laugh and pull at Chance.

“Now show me this bar of yours,” I say with authority and some surprise at my new confidence. In school, my best friend would have died if she saw me now, dressed head to toe in leather and boots. My nails manicured and hair styled in such a way I look tougher.  I typically spent my days with Abby in the art room drawing to our hearts content while listening to Enya.  

Once inside people turn their heads and watch us as we walk to the back. A man at the bar nods at Chance and we head up some wooden old stairs.

“I want you to meet Frank, he’s in town,” he says.

As the door swings open, we walk inside to a large office area with a pool table.  There are people playing pool and smoking. The room is the size of the bar down below but more open and all the ways are posters from movies and musicians I have never heard of before.  A smoky haze settles above everyone’s head playing pool and I smile at a girl that looks like she is my age in the corner.  She looks back down at her smart phone and ignores me.

“Frank, I want you to meet Sasha,” Chance says to an older tall man with grey hair.  He turns slowly and greets me by shaking my hand.

“Chance, mentioned he would bring you by,” Frank sits down at the wooden desk near a window.  “Frank,” Chance says tightly. I feel all the eyes are on us as we sit near Frank.

Suddenly, someone bursts into the room. It makes me jump from my seat like a startled cat, so much for my new confidence.

“Frank, Chance, I just found the girls,” he says. I study the man and realize it is Rusty from the other day.

“Where are they?” Frank says.  Frank’s face goes from surprise to anger quickly.

“Just outside of Springfield, he’s got em’ all in an abandoned factory,” he says.

“Did they look okay?” Frank asks tightly.

“I only saw them briefly, they have them in cells. Frank they are doing an auction tonight,” He says pulling his bandana off.

“Chance, we have to go get them,” Frank says as he pulls out his gun from the desk.

“Frank we go in their guns drawn Jenny could get hit in the cross fire,” Chance reasons with him. I sit watching the two men discuss the situation wanting to be of help yet not fully understanding what an auction means.

Frank starts to pace and punches the desk his fist are cracked and start to bleed. I stand up and get pick up a box of tissues I see and take his hand as in mine. The blood seeps into the soft stark white tissue quickly and my right hand starts to shake so I quickly drop his hand out of mine.

Focus Sasha, it is just a little bit of blood. Pushing away my feelings of fear and worry, I look Frank in his steal grey eyes. “We are going to get your daughter back tonight,” I say confidently.

“How are you going to help?” He asks in a tone that makes me want to shrink but I don’t.

“Chance and I are going to buy her back,” I say confidently. I try to hold my own and keep my head held up high. I can do this.

“That would never work, they know Chance,” Frank says shaking his head.

“They don’t know me,” I say standing back with my arms on hips.

“Ha, girl they would eat you up the moment you went in there,” Frank laughs.

“No, we do this with muscle,” Frank says.

“That’s it Frank, muscle” Chance says excitedly.

“We hire some guys from the south gang to accompany Sasha; she could pass as a buyer for another gang leader. We can trust her,” he says looking at me. I feel my heart brimming with acceptance from Chance. 
Chance trusts me
.

“That could work but we would have to call in a few favors,” Frank says as he paces.

“If this blows up Chance,” Frank mumbles as he rubs his forehead.

“How much do you think it will take to get Jenny back and the other girls?” I ask.

“You just keep bidding until you win them, let’s get you ready,” Chance says.

The day passes quicker than I could imagine before I know I am riding up on a fat Harley wearing black leather stiletto boots up to my thighs, a tight mini hot pink leather skirt with a torn rocker shirt. I pull my helmet off and shake my hair, I look over at the muscle men that surround me and act as if I am barking orders.  As we walk up to the entrance I look around and see other bikes parked, there must be over thirty bikes.  “Name,” the man at the door asks.

“I’m Big Daddy’s buyer, Sasha,” I smile and pop my hip.

“I don’t see him on the list,” he says gruffly.

“I should be, last minute decision,” I say.

“Not on the list, you don’t get inside,” the tall beefy man barks.

“Look, go ask your boss, show him this,” I say. I hold out a thick money clip.

I see a man flag me in and the security guard steps aside.

“Who do we have here?” A man in a business suit asks. I try not to show my surprise, what a man like this would have to do with bikers.  He looked more like a slimy accountant for a large corporation not an organizer of human slave trafficking.

“Sasha, buyer for Big Daddy, with territory five,” I say in a bored tone.

“Can you tell your security guard to let my men in,” I say as I look at my red-hot nails.

“Got to check them for weapons,” He says smiling.

“I don’t understand how you knew about this little social gathering, I don’t have you on our list Sasha,” the man says looking at his forms.

“Look, Big Daddy won’t be happy if I miss this, here’s our entry fee,” I say trying to sound tougher than I feel inside.  I want to be confident.

The man looks at the money and counts it. “Well everything seems to be in order,” the weasel of a man says.

“Josh, get Sasha here assigned to a room,” he asks a man standing nearby. I stand looking around at the large building. There are men placed all over with large guns. I count eight. Guns a blazing was a bad idea.  I just hope they gave me enough money to buy the girls.

“Bidding will begin in fifteen minutes, you may be shown to your room now,” he says.

I am escorted with one of my men down a long corridor my heals click on the concrete floor and make an echoing sound.  I can’t help but be reminded of when I was brought into the station and questioned.

I sat in a small room with a detective Smith. At first I could not speak, I could not believe it had happened.  My mother was murdered and I knew who did it but I could not tell him what he wanted to know, I was afraid.  In the end it didn’t matter they already knew, it was Jim Morgan, a known felon and my mother’s boyfriend.  They had been fighting about me, my mother saw the bruises when I was changing, and Jim had a swift hand and even harder grip.

I shake my memories from my head as we are placed in a small room with two chairs and a glass mirror.  Next to the chair is a red button to place bids. Chance explained how the system worked.  The women are brought up on stage and either sold in groups on individuals.

  I studied Jenny, Veronica and Melody’s photos, I knew more about these girls, which made me want to save them even more.  Jenny is a slip of a girl very petite and look like a small child not a fifteen year old.  Veronica and Melody are twins both with blue eyes and with dark skin; it was likely all three girls would be sold for a high price given their unique features.

Suddenly the platform is bathed in light and I hear an announcer over the speakers, “Welcome friends, we have some lovely items to show you this evening. You have all been informed of the rules payment is due upon delivery.  All of our merchandise has passed inspection, no diseases, medical conditions, or addictions.  We of course guarantee our virgins are virgins,” The announcer pauses for a moment.

  I feel sick to my stomach, girls are subjected to this, and the first girl looks like she is only twelve, if that. I want to bid on her to save her but her price reaches a hundred thousand quickly. I have to focus on whom I can save but I cannot help but imagine what each girl is like. Did they have a mother as I once did?

After twelve girls go through the line up next I see them. “Now we have a very unique special tonight, a matching set, these girls are only sixteen and pure.  They are sisters, note the blue eyes,” the announcer continues listing their qualities as if they were a fine piece of steak.

I watch as they stumble and squint at the light. They are dressed in matching white dresses and look sleepy as I they stagger on the stage.  “Let’s start the bidding at fifty,” The auctioneer starts to rattle off the bids and the price settles on a hundred and twenty thousand dollars. I smile knowing we have saved them from a life of rape.

“Next up is our final girl for tonight’s bidding, she is a special diamond in the rough,” he calls out.

The girl shown next is not Jenny it is another girl. I feel nervous as I watch the final bidding end and the lights turn out. There is a knock at my door and I am escorted over to the payment desk. I pull out my money as the girls are “delivered” to me. I inspect them and motion for John my muscle to take them outside to the town car Chance is waiting in the parking lot. “Thank you,” I say nodding my head.