Quiet Country (Satan's Sinners M.C. Book 2) (19 page)

"Yeah, it's fine. Congratulations, by the way,” he says as he slaps Bear on the back and gives me a hug.

"Thank you."

We all go out to dinner and head back to our rooms. I get everything ready for Kellen and we take him next door. Once we return, I go into the bathroom to get ready for bed, deciding to give him a little strip show. I step out of the bathroom in a robe with just my panties and bra on underneath. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, watching TV.

Once he sees me, he sits straight up, turning it off. I turn the music up, letting
Motivation by Kelly Rowland
play on repeat. Walking over to him, hips swaying side to side, he watches me the whole time. I can see his nostrils flaring, eyes darkening with lust.

Stepping right in front of him, I move my hips with the beat, bringing my hands to his hair, running my fingers through it and pulling it back so his neck is free for me to do as I please. I bend over, running my tongue from his shoulder to his neck, landing at his ear. Giving it a little bite, he lets out a growl. Moving back down to his neck, I suck the skin into my mouth, biting down so his growl comes out louder.

I can feel his hands moving over the backs of my thighs and up over my ass. I stand back up, stepping away from him, and still swaying my hips, I turn away from him. I look over my shoulder toward him and untie the robe, slowly letting it fall to the floor. I undo my bra and it takes its place next to the discarded robe. I cover my bare breasts, and turn to face him.

"Let me see you, Lil Mama."

His voice is an octave lower than normal, eyes so dark they look black. I let my hand fall, showing myself to him.

"Good girl. Panties off now." Moving to the beat, I shimmy out of them, now completely bare, except for my heels.

"Leave the heels on. C'mere." Walking over to him, he grabs me and pulls me down onto his lap.

Kissing me hard, he pushes me into his massive erection. Getting even more turned on, I wiggle around, trying to ease the throbbing between my legs.i get up, dropping to my knees and undoing his jeans. He lifts his hips, helping me to get him free. Once I have his hard cock in my hand, I go to put my mouth on him, but he stops me by pushing on my shoulders. Sitting back on my heels, I ask him what's wrong.

"You don't need to do that."

"Why? I want to."

"I just...I don't want you to feel like you’re one of those whores."

I cannot believe he just said that shit. Slapping his arm, I tell him, "Shut the fuck up! Bear, you got shit timing, bringing that up."

Standing up, I start to walk off but he grabs my arm, stopping me.

“I know I just I want you to know your more than that."

"Fuck, I know that. We just got married." I ask, "I did it once before, am I not any good? Is that why you don't want me doing it?"

"Baby, no, you got the best mouth I've ever had. I just wanted you to know you’re more than that."

“I know I am, but you please me in all ways, sexually. I want to do the same for my husband. Now lay your ass down and enjoy what I'm about to do. You bring that shit up again, you won't have a cock to be doing anything with anymore. Got me?"

"Yes ma'am, I'll let you control right now, but when you’re done, I'm in control of the ride."

He lays back and I straddle his waist, starting at his mouth, kissing and biting his bottom lip. I move my way down, alternating between kisses, bites, and licks until I'm at his belly button. I place my hands at his neck, raking my nails down his chest and stomach, causing his back to arch, and he lets out a low moan. I grip his cock with one hand, licking around the head, working my way down his shaft. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him into my mouth, going down as far as I can, he lets out, "Fuck."

Working my way back up, I let my saliva gather on him so I can slide easily up and down. Picking up my speed, he places a hand in my hair, tightening his hold and turning me on more. Taking my other hand, I hold his balls and massage them in my hand. I can feel them tightening up, he’s growing close. I pull back and wet my finger, then start sucking him in again.

I don't know how he's going to feel about this, but we'll find out. Spreading his legs, I take the finger that I wet and place it at his ass. Slowly working it, in he stills for a second, but let's me continue. I know just where to find his spot. Once I find it, I rub against it, causing him to buck his hips pushing his cock further into my mouth. He tries to pull my head away.

"I'm 'bout to cum." I nod, sucking harder, taking him down to the back of my throat. I move my finger in and out of him faster, massaging his balls, and humming so he can feel the vibrations on his cock.

“Holy shit! Lil Mama!” He growls out loudly as he fills my mouth with his hot semen.

I swallow down as much as I can, but some leaks from the corners of my mouth. Pulling back, I wipe it off using the sheet, and watch his heavy breathing, tattooed arm covering his eyes.

"Fuckin' hell what was that?", he asks, dropping his arm to look at me.

Feeling a little shy, I ask, “Did you not like it?"

"I fuckin' loved it. I've never came so hard, ever."

“Glad I could please you,” I tell him, feeling pride that I could make him lose control like that.

"You always please me, Lil Mama,” he says as he grabs under my arms, pulling me up. “I love you, wife.”

"I love you too, husband." We laugh, then his mouth is on mine, kissing hard.

"Alright, you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"I got somethin' for you when you were tryin’ on dresses."

"What is it?"

Bear gets up off the bed and grabs a bag. He brings it back over, pulling out a blindfold, a whip, a new vibrator, some lubricant, and two sets of handcuffs. I can feel myself grow wetter at just the thought of him using this stuff on me. We've played around with light bondage, him tying me up and the spankings, and he knows how much I love it. We talked about exploring the harder shit, but nothing ever came of it, until now that is. I can't wait to see what he is going to do."You like?”

"Uh huh."

“I knew you would,” he says, giving me that cocky smile. "Stand up." I do as I'm told. He walks me over to the rack where you can hang your clothes. "Arms up." Lifting my arms, he handcuffs them to the rack, my back towards him. "You face the mirror and don't fuckin' look away. You watch what I'm doin' to you." I nod, looking towards the mirror. He walks away to change the song. Bad Girl by Marilyn Manson and Avril Lavigne comes blaring through the iPod. He walks back over to me with the whip in hand. “Spread 'em. If it gets to be too much, you tell me to stop. Got me?"

"I got you."

He runs the whip softly down my spine, over my ass, then lightly over my pussy. I jerk in the restraints, needing more. Pulling it back then bringing it forward, the whip lands on my ass, not hard, but not soft either. I let out a low moan when the second hit comes to the other cheek, just a little harder this time. "You good?"

"Yes."

"You want more?"

"Yes. Please"

He whips my back, this time harder, and I jerk against the cuffs. Three more whips, landing each in a different spot, biting into my skin harder than the last. My moans grow louder with each one. "My dirty girl, how wet are you?"

"So wet. Give me more please."

He stands at my back, placing his mouth on my neck, kissing in the crook. I feel his hand between my legs, causing my head to go back. "I told you not to look away from the mirror." I quickly turn back, watching as he pushes his fingers inside me. "Yes. Oh God please. I need to cum."

"Not yet. You cum when I let you. Got me?"

"Yes." I let out in a growl.

"Since you looked away, you get another hit."

This time it comes with his hand hard on my ass. I jerk and cry out. He spreads my legs further apart, and getting down on his knees, he starts licking me.

"You’re so goddamn wet, it's on your thighs, makin' 'em shine for me. Fuck,” he says as he continues licking, finding my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I make sure not to break my stare from the mirror. My whole body’s shaking, just watching what he’s doing to me.

"I'm about to cum!” I scream out, needing this so bad I could die.

"You know what I want to hear."

"Please, Bear, please can I cum?"

"Mmm, such a good girl,” he says. "Let go baby, I'm gonna lick you dry."

His dirty words send me over the edge. Finding my release, I come so hard it brings tears to my eyes. Throwing my head back, I scream out his name. Bear stands back up, unlocking the cuffs and carrying me over to the bed. Lying me down, he tells me to lay on my stomach. When I flip over, I feel something cool hit my back and ass. “This is some cooling gel, it'll make the marks not burn." I nod as he rubs it in, instantly cooling my tender skin. When he’s done, he feels between my legs noticing I'm still wet as shit. This man makes me soaked just from looking at me. He uses his fingers, pushing them inside. "Up on your hands and knees," he commands. “You've got a sexy ass, but seeing it marked up by me is fuckin' gorgeous." He pushes his fingers back inside, rubbing against my g-spot and bringing me close to another orgasm. "I want to own you in every way.”

"You already do.”

"No, I mean sexually. I want to claim you in every way possible."

"Yes,” I pant out.

He pulls his fingers out, and gripping my hips, he pushes his cock inside. Pumping into me from behind, he goes so deep this way. "Oh god! You feel so good, so big,” I moan out. He reaches around, finding my clit and making lazy circles with his finger. My orgasm builds as he thrusts in me. "I'm gonna take your ass now baby."

I nod but ask, "Is it gonna hurt?” I turning my head to look at him.

"Yeah, at first it will, but just relax. I'll make you feel good,” he answers as he grabs the lubricant and the vibrator.

Pulling out of me, I watch as he lubricates himself and me, then turns the vibrator on. He places the head of his cock at my asshole. I turn back around, dropping my head as he slowly pushes in. I try to relax, but it hurts. Turning my head, I bite down on his forearm.

"Relax baby, breathe." I do as I'm told.

Bear grabs the vibrator, placing it on my clit as he pushes in a little more. That distracts me from the pain and the stretching he’s causing. When he is in completely, he stills, letting me adjust to his size. He pushes the vibrator inside of me, finding my g-spot.

This makes the pain diminish, allowing pleasure to take over. God, I've never felt so full, whimpering as he pulls the vibrator out. Placing it back on my clit and bringing me closer to my orgasm, I start moving back against his cock, biting down on his forearm again, gripping the sheets in my tight fisted hands.

"Fuck, baby. That's it, bring that ass back." His words urge me on as I find my rhythm.

He starts moving with me, matching my speed. It doesn't take long before my head drops down and I cry out his name when the best orgasm of my life hits me. A few more thrusts and he loudly growls my name, then he slowly pulls out. Lying beside me, he asks, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, that was fucking amazing."

He laughs. "It's always amazing with us."

"Yeah it is. You bring something out in me that I never knew was there."

"That goes both ways, Lil Mama,” he says as he kisses me, slow and tender. "I love you so fuckin' much, you know that?”

"I do. I love you so fuckin' much too. Oh, and there was a girl that called me today. She wants to look at the building."

"That's good, right?"

"Yeah, I'm going to meet with her when we get back."

"Good. I hope she buys it."

"Me too."

Right before we go to sleep, we call and check on Kellen. Zoey assures me that he’s fine, so we fall asleep, holding onto one another.

Hanger or Zoey must’ve called the guys because as soon as we get back, they throw us a party. Zoey's parents volunteer to take Kellen for us while we celebrate, and everyone is having a great time. Since there are no kids here, the whores and hang-arounds join us. It doesn't bother me having them here it, let those bitches know he's not available anymore. I head to the bar to get another run and Coke when I see Doc just sitting there by himself. I walk up, and patting him on the back, I ask why he's sitting alone. "Hey, Short Shit,” he greets me, using the nickname he gave me as we became closer. "I'm just thinkin' 'bout some shit."

“Are you okay, Doc? You know you can talk to me." I worry about him. Most of the time, he has a haunted look in his eyes.

"Yeah, I know. Sometimes, it just takes me back, you know? My brothers finding love, getting married, havin' babies." He takes a pull from his beer and stands. “Coulda been me once. Anyway, you better take care of him, Lil Mama. Hold on to it with dear life and never let go. I'm happy for ya'll, congratulations. Now, go get your husband." He leans over, hugging me, then walks off. I do just that, finding him standing off to the side with Hanger. Before we leave, everyone congratulates us again.

I met up with Daphne a few days after we got back, and sure enough, she bought the building. I feel ecstatic to not have that hanging over my head anymore. She's gonna turn it into a tattoo shop and should have it up and running within a few months. I don't know this girl’s story, but she kind of looks lost, and angry, so I hope this helps her.