Bed of Roses (11 page)

“Don’t do that shit again.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead and pulled away just enough to look her in the eye.

“What does it matter to you? You got what you wanted,” Rose lashed out, regretting her words the second they fell off her tongue. She tired to look away, but he wouldn’t let her. His thumb gently turned her back to look at him.

“Mmm. But now I want more.”

“Sorry, I got enough whore treatment for one night.” She stepped backwards to leave, but he didn’t let her.

“Oh no you don’t. Your happy little ass is coming with me. Now.” He grabbed her, holding her hard enough she didn’t even try to get away. She was about out of fight for one day. He led her over to where the girls were watching as they approached. Raven stood and met them before they approached.

“You okay, doll?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Good. Go over with Heaven and Chevy for a minute. I need to talk to Prez for a minute.”

Raven’s pissed off look had Rose’s feet moving. As soon as she was out of earshot, Raven glared at Tonto. “What the fuck?”

“Might ask you the same question. I asked you to check up on her, not get her felt up by a complete stranger.” He kept his signature stone expression, but the clenching in his jaw gave his anger away. Raven knew him better than anyone. She had worked with them just as much as the guys of the club, and being the oldest ol’ lady of the bunch had her deep in the MC business. She knew things that no other ol’ lady or bitch knew, and never would.

“Jealous? Maybe you should get your head out of your ass. Rose is legit. Swear her in.” Raven didn’t shy away from telling the Prez what to do. It wasn’t the first, and damn sure wouldn’t be the last. She was the mother of sorts to the club, and despite what everyone thought, when shit hit the fan, she was ready to fight and lay her life on the line with the men.

“Raven…don’t.”

“What? Don’t point out the obvious? Someone needs to kick some damn sense into you. I swear on everything holy if you fuck this up, I’m gonna fuck you up. Now call Rumble and get her in.” She knew Rose needed help. Hell, the girl was as loyal as they came. It didn’t take more than one day with her and she had her figured out. It also was clear as day the girl was falling for the two king shit heads of the group. Women had came and went, but none were capable of handling either of them, let alone both. Rose could. She was strong, and didn’t take shit from anyone.

“Maybe you need to remember who you're speaking to. Ol' lady, head bitch, or fucking rat, I don't care but you will show respect. Got me?" Tonto said, his jaw twitching in his effort to keep his anger controlled.

Raven always spoke her piece and damn the consequences but she knew he was right. In the clubhouse was different but in public, everyone showed respect for the club and most definitely the Prez. "Sorry, Tonto. You men just piss me off sometimes."

"Fine, but what makes you so sure about this one?”

“She is tougher than any of the bitches we have. The girl has been through some shit and could use some help, but wouldn’t ever ask for it. And, there is no way she will fuck anyone else but you and dipshit. So, I advise you both to figure it out and stop the bullshit. Either fix it or cut the ties. There will be plenty standing in line to claim her if you two don’t.” Raven spun around without waiting for him to respond.

Tonto felt his temper rise. He knew what she said was true, but fuck if he wanted to admit it. The thought of one of the others touching her had him needing to hit something. He stormed over to where the girls all stood glaring in his direction and grabbed Rose by the hand. “Party is over. Raven, get the girls home. Now.” He walked off, leaving Raven pissed the fuck off. He knew he would catch hell later, but right now, he needed to get out of public before he lost his head. Rose jerked, trying to pull away but he didn’t let her.

“Let me go. Now.” Her tone was hard, which was delicate compared to her facial expression. If looks could kill, he’d be a dead muther fucker.

“No. Stop fighting before I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you outta here.”

“Don’t you threaten me you sonofabit—Eeeeek!” Before she knew what had happened, she was draped over his shoulder with her ass in the air as his hand came down on her ass in a hard smack.

“Now settle your ass down before I heat it up good!” he growled. She was stuck somewhere between shocked and pissed, and a tad turned on. Wait…what? How the hell was she turned on by a man who obviously had missed the lessons on manners in preschool? It made her madder.

“Put me down dammit!” she yelled, landing a few good fists about the spot where his kidneys should be.

“Umph! Dammit, woman!” He yanked up her skirt and smacked the bare part of her ass, switching back and forth between cheeks. The more he spanked, the more her fight settled. She wiggled under his hand, fighting the dampness in her panties. Her clit throbbed.
Dear God there is something totally wrong with me. I’m gonna have to get another job just to afford the therapy I obviously need.

Tonto felt her body first tense, and then with each smack she began to arch into his hand.
It seems we have a closet sub. Wait ‘til Sandman hears about this.
Not many knew about the extracurricular activities he and Sandman had kept secret, and only a select few of the bitches had the pleasure of seeing it firsthand. Men in the MC were dominant anyway, they just happened to enjoy getting a little kinkier than the others, if that was possible. They all fucked like porn stars, but it was nice to mix things up a little with toys and bondage. Most didn’t take the time to care about shit like that, nor did all the guys make sure the girls got something out of it. He and Sandman both agreed that having the power over a woman’s climax was the biggest rush of all. Feeling her squirm only made his hard dick harder, to the point it was painful.

Thankfully, his bike was parked right by the front door. He set her down and grabbed the helmet off the back and shoved it down on her head before strapping his own on and climbing on, kicking the motor to life. “Get on.”

Rose grunted but complied, knowing she had no ride home besides Raven and the girls, which he had already fucked up. She had to hike her skirt up so high she was thankful no one was outside or they would have got an eye full as she straddled the bike behind him. Both of her arms wound around his waist instinctively before he backed out and peeled gravel onto the road.

When Tonto pulled up to the stoplight, he had a decision to make. Turn left and take her back to the clubhouse with him, or right and take her home. As much as he wanted to relieve the throbbing member in his jeans, Raven was right. He had to make up his mind before things got out of hand. “Fuck,” he mumbled, drowned by the sound of the motor purring. He flipped on his blinker and waited for the light to change, knowing he was gonna live to regret it but didn’t give a flying shit. When the light turned green he pulled out into the intersection without looking back.

Rose laid her head on his back, the hum of the motor creating a vibration that hit directly on her clit with how she sat on the seat. She shifted slightly, praying he didn’t notice or catch on to what she was doing. With just a little arch in her back, the ride had her body aching with need. She hadn’t noticed where he had turned, and when he killed the engine she looked up confused. “What?” She couldn’t finish her sentence without him hearing the desire in her voice, so she pulled the helmet off and turned her back to him, taking a few deep breaths.

Tonto could see the glassy haze of lust in her eyes and the pink blush that heated her cheeks and couldn’t hold back. When she turned around, he grabbed her hand and spun her around to face him, her body pressed against his. He pulled her hands behind her back and held them with one of his huge palms, pulling her against his rock hard cock. When she gasped, he kissed her. It didn’t take long for her to give in and fall into him, her hips grinding against him. He growled, taking her bottom lip between his teeth, scrapping the tender area with just enough sting she fought to free her hands. “Mmm. No you don’t.” He yanked her against him harder, rotating his hips to grind his dick against her mound. He took her lips again, this time branding her. He darted his tongue in and out of her mouth, twisting it with hers in a way that had her knees weak and her heart pounding in her ears. She felt him grip her tighter to keep her from falling, refusing to show any mercy. When he couldn’t stand it any longer he pulled away, scooping her up in his arms once more.

Tonto bypassed those who hung around in the main living area, hauled her straight up to his room, and flipped on the light. “Undress. Now.” His command had her channel clenching. Rose pulled her shirt off over her head, leaving just the thin black lace sheer bra while she slipped off her shoes and skirt. The matching underwear was just as revealing and she paused. He had shucked off his boots, shirt, and was in the process of stepping out of his jeans when he noticed she stood staring. His eyes lit up, eating the vision of her. “Fuck you’re gorgeous.” Rose’s eyes went wide, not expecting the compliment. Hell, as gruff as it may sound, it was huge for him to say. “But I won’t hesitate to whip that little ass a bright red if you don’t get those damn clothes off like I said.” And there was the macho ass she was used to. Feeling a little defiant she shook her head.

“If you want them off, come take them off yourself.” She tilted her head up slightly, smiling. Something flashed over his features…something she hadn’t ever seen before. In the blink of an eye he was standing next to her with his thumbs under the thin strip of elastic that held her panties on. In one movement he tugged outward, ripping them off into just a thin scrap of material before tossing them over his shoulder.

“Now, unless you want your bra to end up the same way, take it off.” She looked at her panties and back at him. Since it had been her favorite underwear set, and one of the two she owned that were remotely sexy, she reached behind her and unclasped the bra, allowing it to slide slowly down her arms to free her breasts. Both of her nipples pointed in hard nubs under his stare.

“Happy?” Rose said haughtily. She watched as he walked over and sat on the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes off her.

“Keep running that pretty little mouth. I have something to shut you up. Get over here now, on your knees.” It dawned on her what he wanted and she grinned.

“Or what?”

His eyes narrowed as his jaw clenched. When she still didn’t move, he got up and slowly walked toward her, stalking her. Without a word, he pulled her tightly against him and moved her hand to press against his hard shaft. The soft feel of her curves against his hard muscle, she gripped it, stroking up and down its length a few times before he pulled away. Before she knew what had happened, he had picked her up, moved them back to the bed, and she was laid out across his legs with her ass in the air. He brought his palm down, making a stinging pink whelp in the shape of a handprint. “Hey! Ouch!” She tried to get up but his other palm pressed gently but firmly enough in the middle of her back, keeping her in place, and she knew it was useless to fight. He spanked the other side, alternating back and forth despite her bucking and squirms. By the fifth swat she had quit fighting, arching her back, presenting her ass for more.

Once he had her ass a pretty shade of pink, he smoothed the rough callouses of his palm over the sensitized flesh gently to soothe the sting. Every touch had her cunt juicing out onto the inside of her thighs. Tonto inhaled a deep breath, taking in the sweet smell of her arousal. “Mmm. You like that, don’t you, Rose? A little sting with your pleasure...” His hand trailed down with his words until it slid between her thighs, parting them. He could see the moisture glistening on her folds. His fingers slid down her slickness and into her slit, smearing her juice up around her clit in circles. She parted her legs farther, giving him better access in an open invitation. He took it; plunging two fingers into her pussy and curled them up to rub against her G-spot.

“Oh God yes!” she panted, trying to move down against his hand harder. He quickened his movements, finger fucking her until her restraint held on by a thread and then he quit. “No! Please, Tonto! Please don’t stop!” she begged.

“Mmm, bad girls don’t get to come. Now, get on your knees.” He helped her stand and went to the bedside table, extracting a black velvet bag. She slowly went to her knees where he had sat before and waited. When he walked back, he moved behind her instead of sitting like she had thought.

“Wha-a-at are y-y-o-u doing?” He didn’t answer, grabbing her hands and placing them behind her back once more. The slap of something cold encased her one wrist, clicking closed. He did the same to the other wrist, locking the cuffs in place.
Handcuffs?
Rose fought the panic that began to weigh heavy on her chest, making each breath forced. She had never given up control. The idea of being helpless at his mercy had her scared. When Tonto walked back around and sat, he brought one hand up to caress her cheek.

“Rose, breathe. Look at me. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. Let me be in control. You don’t have to do anything, just trust me. Do what I say, and I promise you’ll feel like you’ve never felt before.” She looked up at him, her eyes wide.

Was this the same man? How and where the hell did this caring person come from? Didn’t he just want to bust a nut like the rest of them and send her packing? Hell, how was she going to get home? It was a long way from here. There was no way she could walk it. Her head began to fill with a million thoughts all at once. She hadn’t expected the kiss he laid on her, calming all thoughts but him. She was tipped forward, leaning on him to prevent falling on her face. He didn’t let her fall, nor did he turn into some raging monster like her fears predicted. Little by little he kissed her reservations away until she sat back in the same sex drunk he had her before. This time, when he pulled away, she scooted on her knees between his legs and lowered her head, licking the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue. The little innocent smile she flashed him over his dick awakened something deep inside. He didn’t get a chance to evaluate what it was, or meant. She sucked the tip between her lips, sucking off the dab of salty pre-cum that had leaked out before circling her tongue around the sensitive ring around the head, flicking it gently. He let out a groan, lacing his fingers in her hair. She pulled it all the way out of her mouth and smiled up at him before dipping back down to take all of him into her throat in one thrust. She began sucking his cock hard, sliding it all the way to the hilt before pulling back. Her saliva coated it good, dripping down the front of his balls.