MC Bear My Baby (Beartooth Brotherhood MC) (3 page)

“Don’t worry about him anymore. I’m here and he may not live to see another day if he shows up here trying to spook you…”

She moved her right hand out from under the ice pack and put it on his shoulder. “Okay. Thanks… and there’s nothing more to tell. I promise.”

“Okay.” Tate smiled and moved his lips to her ear. “You know, there’s no better way to take your mind off of this than me putting my hands all over you…and my mouth. Trust me, Moll, I’ll keep you safe…
all night long
…”

He growled, jerking her forward against him so his lips could nibble along her collarbone.

A sigh slipped from between her lips. “God, you’re corny, but I like the fact that you’re also one horny pain in the ass…” she moaned, her fingers walking back along his spine until she started lifting up the hem of his black t-shirt.

“A pain in the ass that you could never resist.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this, you conniving bastard.”

“No, but you need it,” he whispered, running his teeth against the lobe of her ear then sucking the tender flesh into his mouth. He looked up as he remembered something. “Wait. You’re not expecting your old lady anytime soon are you?”

“Not for a while.”

“Good. Now be a good shoplifter and enjoy your Miranda rights to remain silent while I peruse the hell out of your goods.” Two seconds later his palms were cupping handfuls of her ass. He brought her forward again until her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Getting to his feet, he carried her toward the kitchen.

T
ate noticed Molly checking
out the kitchen fridge as he plopped her down on a wooden stool.

“Ooo, does the bad girl jail cell come with ice cream?” she hummed.

He put his index finger over her mouth. “Hush. Until I say otherwise you’re under my jurisdiction, Miss. You don’t talk or move an inch unless I tell you, understand? It’s not every day I apprehend a saucy minx making off with all this merchandise. Punishing you will be a real pleasure.”

Molly mimed zipping her lips, and tried to wriggle her way out of his grasp, though he noticed she couldn’t keep a creeping grin off her face. As much as she play-protested, she enjoyed their little adventures into role-playing territory more than most. This particular time was the perfect opportunity to get her mind off her troubles while allowing Tate to work off all the sexual frustration Molly always set off in his crotch.

“We’re going to start your interrogation, and I need you to stay on that stool while I fetch my back up. If I’ve noticed you’ve moved even once when I come back, I’ll have to make sure your punishment will be that much worse, little lady.” He was halfway down the hallway and heading toward the staircase to her bedroom when he spun around again and returned to her. “Get these clothes off, and don’t think I’ll miss checking out all your dark little hiding places, doll. I plan to be thorough.”

Molly’s pale cheeks flushed and she quickly nodded. He saw her tank top go flying across the room out of the corner of his eye and smiled, hustling out of the room. He got upstairs to her massive bedroom, thankfully set on the far side of the house where no one could hear them. Molly was not just a kink hobbyist, she was all in, with a section of her walk-in closet devoted to all of her exquisite collection of sex toys. He grinned, looking around the room for her favorites, then returned to the kitchen with all the supplies.

She was seductively perched on the stool, completely bare, with her long hair flowing down past her shoulders, pert nipples tight with need and legs spread wide. He could just catch the subtle sheen of her arousal along her pussy lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, almost dropping everything in his arms so he could get started on ravishing her right now. “Good girl. It means I’ll be a little more lenient…but not by much.”

A question flickered in her eyes.

“You want my permission to speak. Don’t you, wicked girl?” She nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Will I get to keep anything I took, officer badass? I did purchase some of those items, and they weren’t cheap.”

Tate turned toward the kitchen counter and dumped his props while he kept his smile hidden. He snatched up one or two things and kept them out of her line of sight. “I don’t think that question helps your case, Miss. Put your hands behind your back and link your fingers together…” That’s when he remembered the bruise on her wrist. “Shit. We can’t use the handcuffs when your wrist is already messed up like that.”

She linked her fingers behind her neck instead. “It’s all right. I’ll keep them up here.”

That look was fucking hot, her hands raised behind her head, already perky breasts lifted even higher. This woman had a way of giving him a thrill that had his bear growling to come out and made his cock throb in his pants. God, he needed inside her something fierce. He stepped around behind her and she glanced over her bare shoulder, all wide-eyed and pouty. He was planning to enjoy every moment of making her wait. He moved behind her back and kissed her smooth pale skin beside the spot on her wrist he’d just bandaged up.

It made him mad all over again. “This fucker of an ex-boyfriend is going to pay for hurting you like this.”

Molly turned in the chair and wrapped her arm around his neck. “It’s fine, and I know you will. I’m counting on it. Come on, forget about it. Our game is actually helping.” She pulled back and gave him a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, and then she winked at him. “But officer, aren’t you supposed to read me my rights?”

That cute gesture brought him around. “Fine. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you as I’m ramming my cock down your throat…” he continued with the fake oath, loving the disbelieving expression on her face while he tossed the handcuffs aside. “I can’t use those with the way your wrist is bandaged up now. I should, in case you’re a runner, but today I won’t. You’d better be good. You’ve got some serious charges racked up against you, and you’re going to need to pay for…every…single…one.”

Tate slithered a silky rope along her naked shoulders and dangled it between her breasts as she shuddered from the teasing contact. He not so casually pushed his hips forward until one of her palms wrapped around his hard cock, making him hiss through his teeth. Fuck, her touch was intoxicating.

“Ah, ah, ah. Enough of that.” He started to move away, but she tightened her fingers and began to pump his shaft. Pushing her hair to the side, he bit the back of her neck. Molly promptly let go of him, letting out a small whimper, a sound that he knew very well. He pulled away and she had a slight red mark at her nape, and goosebumps all along her arms. “Remember, I know what you like and I’m not afraid to use it against you.”

Molly sucked in a stuttered gasp and he chuckled, licking the small bite mark while she tried to muffle her other noises of pure pleasure. No doubt she was trying to keep him from noticing. Fat chance. He knew her body well, and delighted in making her react vocally every time they got between the sheets. His finger tripped down her spine as he watched her whole body react to his touch.

“Listen dollface. I’ll make an exception this time. I’ll share exactly what I had planned for you, but I’m not going to give it all to you tonight.” He dragged his finger along the stiff line of her right shoulder and watched goosebumps prick up in his wake. “It’s extra punishment for being so naughty. Isn’t it, naughty girl?”

“Yes…sir.”

Her breathy reply did things to his cock that no one else could whip out of him.

“Good,” he cleared his throat and held on to his self-control. If he didn’t, he’d be shoving into her wet heat as if there was no tomorrow, but he’d learned that drawing it out only made it that much better for both of them. “Now where were we? Ahhh, yes. Keep your ankles in line with the stool legs and don’t move an inch.”

She did as she was told, and quickly too. He made quick work of tying both ankles apart to either leg of the stool. Molly didn’t struggle, but her chest rose and fell, and her breathing picked up with every knot he secured loosely against her creamy soft skin. He wasn’t nearly as rough as she usually liked it. This wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg with regards to their kink, but something told him their usual stuff wasn’t right for a time like this. She may not have cared for him to know it, but she was still traumatized by that visit from her ex. Still, it was nice to be in familiar territory. Tate rearranged his achingly hard cock, mentally promising himself soon.

But first, the game.

His gaze flicked over Molly—naked, vulnerable, and trembling, with her hands back behind her neck. He couldn’t argue with the fact that his inner beast was enjoying the show. Even something as small as his darkening mark on her neck from his teeth was enough for him to want to roar with primal pleasure. That was the reaction Molly always brought out in him, a craving for his bear to come out and play, to let the rest of the world fade so his animalistic simplicity could roam free and with no regret.

Not one inch of him could deny taking Molly. If possible, he’d have her for round two before taking her to the clubhouse. With a shake of his head he pushed the thought away. He zeroed in on his prey, aware of her sweet, wet scent. Damn, she was dripping for him. He bent forward and pressed his lips a bare inch away from her ear so his hot, predatory breath would caress her earlobe.

“If this were your usual punishment, bad girl, I’d make your nipples ache with these clamps, and then I’d make you red all over with my teeth and this riding crop.” She squirmed a bit and he knew he had her, remembering that the crop drove her out of her mind in most scenarios where she wasn’t tied to a chair. “Then when you couldn’t take any more, I’d break out the vibrator and make you come… but none of that’s gonna happen. This time, it’s these hands, this tongue, and what I’m packing between my legs that’ll make you scream my name.”

“Tate…” her small whisper, almost a moan, made his cock pulse in his pants and his hands clenched into painful fists.

Fuck, he didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, yet managed to do it, and it drove him out of his ever-loving mind. He swallowed thickly. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, did I?”

She shook her head, thick dark hair bouncing around her shoulders as he went around the island and grabbed the nipple clamps. He made as if he was putting them on her stiff little pink nipples, then tossed them aside. Molly licked her lips and gasped, eyes round, and only half-focused as she parted her legs wider, begging him without words.

His gaze dove to her wet pussy. Oh yeah, that was his, no doubt about it.

Mine
.

Tate looked up at her, quickly dismissing the thought. Sure, she was his for the moment, in their roleplay, but nothing more than that. Not even close. His bear didn’t agree. It roared in the back of his mind, shutting out all rational thought, itching to come out and claim her. Ignoring it, he closed his eyes and slipped both hands on either side of Molly’s head, touching their foreheads together. Her eyes were searching his face, brows furrowed when he looked at her again.

God, he was a jackass for letting this inner turmoil bullshit show at a time like this. She didn’t need to see him vulnerable. That was not sexy. Not one bit.

He needed a little distraction, which he was happy to supply as he made his way over to the riding crop. His fingers skimmed the well worked craftsmanship of the leather. He glided the tool through his palm, giving it a nice whack that left the spot near his fingers rosy and slightly stinging. The noise cracked through the air when he did it again. He watched the line of Molly’s back as she reacted to the sound. A small shiver arched her spine at the same time that she recalled the ties at her ankles. Any and all movement reminded her she was still bound, and she closed her eyes, biting her lip, twisting up in anticipation of pleasure and pain.

She broke their rule again and begged him to use the crop on her back, hissing and groaning low in her throat. A small whimper came with his next blow, but she barely twitched a muscle this time.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy denying you of all this. Fuck, you’re hot when you beg like that.” Tate chuckled, teasing her with the leather of the crop in light strokes down her back while she kept begging for him to at least deliver one sharp sting to her shoulder blade or lower back. “No dice. Next time you’ll think twice about making rash decisions like keeping important shit from me.”

“Baby, we’re not playing anymore, are we?”

He pulled back slightly. Learning about her ex had really killed the game. All he wanted to do was find the idiot and make him pay so he could get back to enjoying her. “Maybe it’s not the same game, but let this denial be a lesson.”

She idly lowered one hand and stroked him through his pants. Tate groaned, crushing his lips on hers for a quick, needy kiss, leaving her breathless and trembling. She looked up at him with a heady mixture of stubbornness and arousal. The line of her mouth dared him to do his worst. Her wide eyes begged him to get her off so the teasing could be over. He stepped back and planted his feet wide. Her stare immediately zeroed in on his groin.

“You want it, huh?” He teased, throat tight as he traced the end of the riding crop along the slick folds between her legs. “You need me inside you so badly I’m half-tempted to make you keep begging for it.”

He watched the indecision flicker across her face. He slid the crop across her right breast and she hissed out a few choice curse words, practically wiggling in her seat with the little room for movement he’d given her with the ropes around her ankles. Another slight touch against her breasts and her hand wandered down to her mound. She’d reached her boiling point. A nice little spot between half out of her mind with need and swearing. She was so ready from not getting what she wanted most in the world.

The sweet, sweet power was all in his hands—exactly the way he liked it best.

He dropped the crop, took two steps forward and buried his hand in her hair. Molly gasped and he tilted her head backward until she met his serious stare.

“You want me.” He didn’t make it a question. “You. Need. Me.”

She licked her lips, nostrils flaring with her need to deny it. There was no doubt that she’d fight him tooth and nail right down to the end. Until he was buried deep inside her and she was screaming his name. Only then would she admit that he had any power over her at all.

“Answer me,” he leaned in, lightly tracing her lips with his tongue. “Make those pretty lips move and give me the confession I want to hear, or I won’t let you come until you do.”

Molly exhaled with a small snort, jostled in her seat despite his hold on her hair. She nodded but didn’t say a word.

“You never make it easy. Oh well, more fun for me.”

He let go of her head and took three long steps to the counter. Picking up her favorite vibrator, he pressed a button on the side with his thumb and returned to her, delighting in her series of moans from the buzzing before he even touched her.

“One way or another, you’ll tell me what I want to hear.”

“You’re playing dirty. No fair,” Molly replied breathily, sounding like she couldn’t think straight anymore. Her eyes narrowed, lips parting while he honed in on her sweet spot with the vibrator. He thought he saw her flinch a second before it made contact with her clit, but then she spread farther apart. In a second she was grinding her hips down on the friction, trying to gather some self-control. That was not happening. He let her settle into a rhythm, circling her hips against the movement. Her groaning became louder with her own self-pleasure, and then he ripped it away.