Ash: Devil's Crucifix MC (46 page)

"Yes Sydney, take me baby. I'm all yours. I've never loved anyone like I love you. Never. Love me baby. Take me," she told Sydney in the sexiest submissive voice she could perform. "You turn me on so much Sydney. So much. You treat me so good. Love me baby. Love me like I'm your dream girl, because that's what I want to be. Always."

"God Shayla," Sydney whimpered. "Holy fuck. You're so beautiful right now. So fucking beautiful."

They moaned and sighed together, and as Sydney's hips became more urgent, Shayla flooded her mind again with the urgent need she experienced when they massaged her ass for hours and wouldn't even let her get herself off.

Sydney reacted almost instantly. Her eyes went wide, and her hips faltered and then began grinding hard into her.

"Yes Sydney. Fuck me baby. I love you so much," she whimpered as her own orgasm began to rise.

"God Shayla, you're going to make me come. Fuck. I'm going to come."

"So am I Syd. Please tell me you love me Syd. Please," she begged.

"I love you Shayla. I love you so much," Sydney said and the she shook her head violently. "Fuck! I'm going to fucking come! Shit!"

"Come for me Sydney. I love it when you come. I always come with you. I love it so much. You feel so right coming on me."

"Oh fuck!" Sydney screamed with such agony it sounded like she was in great pain, but then she climaxed hard.

Shayla grabbed Sydney's ass with both hands and ground her pussy into Sydney's, holding her there while she fucked her back to prolong the climax. Sydney went crazy.

"Give it to me Syd! Fucking give it to me. Love me! I want you!" Shayla cried out and then she was climaxing herself, and thrusting wildly into Sydney.

Sydney fell onto her, while Shayla was still bucking and coming. Sydney whimpered and convulsed between her thighs, as her eyes rolled back from her prolonged climax. Seeing that set Shayla off again, and she screamed as her already overstimulated clitoris demanded to be tormented even further against Sydney's clitoris. Sydney clawed desperately at the couch cushions and then pulled Shayla's head back by her hair, arching and exposing her neck, then she gnawed at the side, under her ear, sending Shayla into a whole new level of climax.

"Sweet mercy Sydney! God, what you do to me!" Shayla outcried, and her tortured voice strained so hard she didn't recognize herself. Then forced herself to pull Sydney's ass up higher on her body so that they would quit sending each other into climaxes.

It took them forever to calm down. The cascading climaxes took everything from them. It was as close to 
spiritual 
as she had ever experienced. She also understood the French term 
La petite mort
 -- the little death — the French's reference for orgasms.

If she doesn't believe I'm completely her woman now, I'm not sure anything will convince her,
Shayla thought to herself as she panted with explosive exhales and desperate inhales.

The love-light climax that followed was intense and felt like a true climax to her this time. She moaned with savage ripples of pleasure.

Once her breathing was close to normal, she said, "Sydney, that was so beautiful."

"I've never had sex like that," Sydney whispered near her ear. "It's never been like that before. God, if I could have your baby I would Shayla. I could feel your love pouring into me, and I tried to pour mine back into you, and the more I poured the more I had. It was crazy."

"I felt every drop Syd. Every fucking drop," she told her, and kissed her neck and fondled her ass.

"I don't need you to do any crazy shit Shayla. You don't need to prove you love me. I just get scared sometimes, you know? Like you said, sometimes it feels so fragile, like it could just 
pop
 like a bubble, for no reason at all. I'm sorry if I hurt you with the bitch and whore stuff."

"No baby. I told you before Sydney, that I was fine with that, I even enjoy it, because it turns you on so much, and if you still want to do it, I would like to as well, but, I like this too. So, maybe, every once in a while, you could just love me? Like this? Would that be alright?" she asked, putting as much vulnerability into her voice as she could.

"You don't mind it?" Sydney asked.

"I love it when you take me and fuck me. I loved dancing for you and I want to do that again too. Can I be your woman and your bitch? Is that alright?"

"But I'm not sharing you with anyone except Neil Shayla," she said with sudden aggressiveness. "I understand now how someone can kill over love. I get that. You're my bitch, you're my whore, and no one else's. No one else is even allowed to call you that. Got it?"

She kissed Sydney's neck and made happy sounds, while wiggling her ass. "Yes Sydney. I got it. Thank you," she said with as much pleasure and love as she could pack into the words.

When Neil came back they were still kissing and caressing each other on the couch. When he came in, they both looked over at him and started giggling.

He gave them a tentative smile, "What?"

"I think we're ready for our movie debut," she told him, smiling as foxy as she could manage.

"Are you going to let your band friends see these?" Sydney asked causally, and it sounded like there was a bit of 
hoping
 in there as well to Shayla.

"I wasn't planning on it, no," He said and set down the two large boxes that he was carrying. "Why?"

"Nothing," Sydney said, sounding slightly disappointed.

"Really?" Neil asked, as if he picked up on the same vibration.

"Well," Sydney said softly, "part of me thinks it would be cool to have a band that I love, hot for me, but it's not something I need."

"Oh, well, maybe I'll share one. Something a little tame. How's that?"

Sydney looked at Shayla, "How do you feel?"

"Something tame sounds alright. Not sure what that is, because so far we've had animal-sex, and rumpus-sex, and life altering-sex, and we just added spiritual experience-sex, but I can't recall a single moment of 
tame-sex
, ever. Unless you two had it while I was shopping or something."

Sydney shook her head, "No, we just have wrestling, football and animal-sex. Sometimes tickle-sex, but he doesn't play fair, so I stopped doing that with him."

"He cheats?"

"Well, maybe. He always wins so he must cheat. I mean, how could he 
always 
win without cheating?"

"Um, I haven't left the room girls," Neil told them.

"Oh, right, sorry," Sydney said and then stuck her tongue out at him.

"Neil, I trust you, and if you want to share them, that's up to you. I'll do them for you, and only for you. What you do with them afterward is not any of my business," she told him.

"I think it would be your business," Neil disagreed. "More yours than mine, don't you think?"

"No," she said. "It's a gift. If I gave you a truck, would you ask me if you could loan it to West for a weekend so he could move? Or would you just tell me that you were doing that, as in, information only?"

"That's hardly a good comparison. I wouldn't loan you to West for the weekend," Neil told her.

"Just for a few hours right?" Sydney interjected.

Neil smiled, "He would like that, but no. I'm not into sharing my women with club members. Some guys are, and it's more or less accepted, but not for me."

"What about having her dance for them? You should have seen her dance earlier. She was fucking amazing. Seriously. She's got some exotic mojo going on." Sydney told him.

"Hmm, maybe we could film that, that is if she's willing to dance for the brothers," Neil said thoughtfully.

"I'm willing," she said without hesitation.

Neil paused and then nodded his head, "I knew you would say that, what I don't understand is why?"

He came over to sit down on the edge of the coffee table to give her his full attention. "You're submissive sexually, nurturing and giving, and honestly, I get off on it. I know Sydney does too. I'm not into the dominating thing like she is, but that's alright as well. You, Shayla, seem to be satisfied with being submissive, so no fault and no foul. But why would you go so far? I'm not saying I wouldn't like it, or judging it. I'm just trying to know you better."

"Well, first
 you are
 into the domination thing, you just don't need to say things to get you there. You're there when you first touch me. Sydney isn't as sure of herself yet, so she uses role-play with me to do what you do just breathing. Which is fine, because I like the role-play. I get off on it to with her. We were just talking about that as a matter of fact," she clarified.

She turned thoughtful, and then said, "I'm not sure Neil. If I'm going to be soul bearing truthful, which I'm in the mood for right now, I don't know why I want to be sexually submissive. I do know I feel confident, and even feel a sense of power from it, if that makes any sense. I have these..." she paused and took a breath. "I've been having these strong emotional — well, orgasms are what they are like — when I'm actively submissive to you. It's like this endorphin rush. It only happens when I'm actively trying to turn you on, and putting a lot of effort into being your dream girl."

She paused, and searched the ceiling, "So, that's part of it, I guess. Part of me celebrates being your woman, and Sydney's woman in the bedroom. But part of it is also just plain fucking gratitude that I get to be yours and Sydney's. I mean, without you Neil, it could have been years, maybe even decades before Sydney could have gotten through to me this whole 
being in love 
thing. I didn't grow up with this Neil. It didn't exist in my house at all. My father was an abusive drunk and my mother was an abusive crystal addict. If they weren't ignoring me, they were usually beating me for some perceived wrong. My mother was constantly accusing me of things that I didn't even have the mental capacity to think up."

"So, here I am with you two. Not just one, but two, real, true lovers, who I 
believe 
love me. I didn't believe love was even a desirable thing before I met Sydney and I loved her long before I would admit it to her."

"So, there's part of it as well. Just simple gratitude and if you would like me to dance for your brothers, then I don't see any reason why I shouldn't. I enjoy dancing, I enjoy turning you and Sydney on, and it probably wouldn't be all that bad turning on a few guys at the same time."

She bit her lip then, and said, "I am glad you aren't into sharing Neil. That would be hard I think. But, I'm so fucking in love with you, and Sydney, that I understand why a woman would agree to do that for her man. I mean, if you asked -- if you asked, I might do it, seriously. I would ask that they wear condoms and things like that, but really, I want to please you so much that if you said, 'Shayla, it would turn me on to see you fucking a few of the guys when they come over next time,' I ... I want to be your dream girl. I don't want you to ever wish for anything that I can give you."

Neil thought about this for a while and then said, "I get that. I mean, I understand the concept. But I want you to consider something. You, more than Sydney — and we've talked about this — are the wife. When it gets right down to it, this is your house, your domain. We have a voice, but this is yours, and not because you bought it either, but because we gave it to you. We both see you as our wife."

She nodded, tried to keep back a rush of sudden tears when she said, "I understand that. I'm your woman, and I'm Sydney's woman. You two are ... well... best friends, buddies. You watch football and go to the games together. You wrestle and shoot spit balls at the bad guys during the movie, which I still don't understand the humor in, but that's how you are with each other. I'm the woman, or the wife."