Big Dog (9 page)

He saw that she was finished with her coffee, and took the mug from her fingers, and placed both mugs on the table. He stood and she felt tiny standing beside him. His hands went to her waist and he bent over her, zeroing his lips onto hers. His tongue demanded entrance, and since she resisted, his teeth bit down on her bottom lip making her moan and open her mouth under his. His tongue slid over hers, topping it and sweeping throughout her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny, retreating and pushing inside time after time, until she had to break the seal he’d set in order to breathe. Her t-shirt was pulled over her head as she tried to hold onto the cotton material, but he bound her hands in one of his, and used the shirt to tangle her wrists together over her head. She brought them down and tried to untangle them, but he nibbled her neck and told her, “Be still, you’re going to like this.”

He licked down her collarbone and down her chest until he came to the stainless steel barbells she had in her pierced nipples. His groan and the way his tongue and teeth tormented one and in turn, the other, had her catching her breath. He grew restless and licked and kissed his way to the waistband of her jeans, and growled a frustrated sound.

Instead of stripping the jeans off there in his living room, he picked her up, laying his mouth over hers, and started walking to the room she hadn’t opened the door to as of yet. She was tossed backwards on the big bed and his hands were at the waistband of her jeans again. This time he unsnapped and unzipped the denim and peeled it down her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties, and he rested his head on her belly. “I love this, you’re so fuckin’ hot. I want inside you so bad I might shoot my load before I get near this pretty pink pussy of yours.”

He sat back on his heels and spread her thighs to see what he’d missed earlier when she stood in front of the six men in the tent. Her labia had hole marks, and the vulva had several indents that looked like someone had cut them with scissors. It was a sexy sight, but he wouldn’t have made a woman go through something that painful. Even the hood over her clit had been slit wide open. “I’ll be damned, I know this had to have been painful when it was done, but I swear it looks just like a fuckin’ butterfly on a rose.”

She was trying to close her legs and he wasn’t about to let her. “It’s ugly and my scars are ugly and you are just being nice, or you’re horny or something; maybe you get off on deformed people. This isn’t going to work, I need to leave.” She was too embarrassed to listen to his lies. For whatever reason he wasn’t yet repulsed, but she knew better than to let it go any farther. She began to double her efforts to leave his bed, sitting up, only to be pushed back down by one of his wide spread hands. She tried to roll her hips and let out a small squeal when he slapped her between her open legs. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it certainly stung.

“Look at me, woman,” he tapped her again, and she took a deep breath, opened her eyes and closed them and opened them again to look at his face. She hated crying at the best of times, but she was looking at him through a thick layer of tears pooling in the corner of her eyes, and sat up, swinging a fist at him when he pulled his phone from his back pocket and punched two buttons. She thought he was going to be cruel enough to take a picture of her deformed body. Instead, he had actually called someone to come to his place to see something, “Yeah, I want your opinion on something I have here. The door is open.”

Within minutes they could hear the door opening and closing. She closed her eyes and his command to open them was ignored. Another swat got him a glare of defiance and when she saw Knight walk into the room, it pissed her off more. “You are a mean son-of-a-bitch and I…” The look on Knight’s face stopped her words. Big Dog had moved from his spot between her legs and she hadn’t realized it until Knight had replaced him. His hands and fingers opened her thighs as wide as possible, and he kept staring.

“Would you look at this beauty, baby, I know this had to hurt, but dayum, look at you. The colors and the way this beauty opens, it looks like a butterfly sippin’ on a flower.” She watched as he licked his lips and bent closer. “Sorry, Big Dog, but I gotta have a taste of this, you can’t put her in front of me like you did and expect me to walk away, my dick is as hard as a fucking log.” He clamped his mouth down on her and within a few minutes, she forgot her humiliation, she forgot she was mad at the men, she forgot her own name as pleasure washed over her.

He climbed from between her legs and off the bed to shed his shirt and groaned as Big Dog laid his naked body down next to her and pulled her over the top, positioning her where his prick waited to fill her depths. He concentrated on his breathing and control as his hands pushed her hips down, splitting her folds and widening her channel with every inch of his cock.

He was right, his joke about his feet and hands wasn’t so much of a joke. His thickness was widening her to the point she didn’t think she could stretch any further, but his hands continued to push her hips down and his prick up. He drew back and slammed up to penetrate the last few inches of her depths and she screamed as his cock slammed into her cervix. She came apart, shattering into a million pieces and digging her nails into his shoulders to keep from falling.

“Now, I want you to ride me, hard and deep. You’re so fucking tight I’m not gonna last long if I do the work. Take what you need. Knight is waiting his turn, but only if you want him to join in.” She clamped down over his cock when he mentioned Knight’s eager willingness to join them. He looked over at his enforcer and nodded his head, signaling his permission to take her unsuspecting asshole, while he enjoyed her snatch.

“Knight is going to fuck your ass while you fuck my cock, is that okay with you, baby?” He pulled on the heavy bars in her nipples and gave them a short twist to gain her attention. “I asked if Knight can fuck you in the ass, yes or no.”

She couldn’t believe he had to ask, there were two fingers buried in her back hole already and the burning stretching heightened her pleasure. “Yes, yes, just, yes.” Almost immediately, she felt the thick head of Knight’s prick replacing his fingers. The stinging burn became a stretching pain and she screamed, clenching both her vaginal muscles and sphincter over their cocks, making both men moan loudly.

“Holy fuck. Damn, woman, let up so I can get in the rest of the way. Dog, you need to pull out so I can go deep a few times.” He would be lucky to get a few strokes inside her tight ass, but damn if he wasn’t going to try to make sure she came when he did. Big Dog pulled out until his cock was just inside the ring of muscle guarding her entrance, and he continued his journey into her tight ass. The way she sat back onto his cock blew his mind. She wanted deeper, she was gonna get deeper. His hands went to her ass cheeks and he pulled them apart as wide as possible to penetrate another inch, while she continued to try to move on both pricks.

His mouth kissed and licked his way over her scars with no hesitation, and when he bit down on the tender skin just below her ear, she began moving faster, almost slamming herself onto his and Big Dog’s cocks. The wailing scream signaled her release.

When he felt her release, Big Dog let loose his jizz at the mouth of her womb. He couldn’t believe how much he came, but then he hadn’t been so thoroughly wrung out like this in years, and all he could do now was to let her body milk the last drops of come from over his sensitized prick.

When both men slid deep that last time, she was done, the orgasm that took her over was so intense it made her scream out loud and her body continued to twitch long after the contractions of her inner muscles eased up enough for their pricks to leave her holes. She was still sandwiched between their big bodies, and it felt like the safest place in the world to her. Knight was massaging the cheeks of her ass and thighs, and began to rub her back with firm long stokes. It was new to her, this tender after sex treatment. Big Dog was slowly licking his way over and down her collarbone while massaging her head and ears. Who would have thought that having your head rubbed would feel so good? The last thing she thought of before she drifted to sleep was that she shouldn’t get used to this kind of treatment.

Knight left her with a last kiss on the ravaged wing of the broken angel on her shoulder blade. He and the big guy exchanged nods, and he gathered his clothes and left.

Chapter Eight

Future woke to the feel of lips caressing her neck and the top of her shoulders. She was on her back, and Big Dog was lying between her thighs, while his prick rested its head just inside the entrance to her vaginal tunnel. His lips found the path to her nipples and he licked and sucked them into hard points and his tongue and teeth scraped and teased the hard nubs until he was satisfied then he glanced up to look into her sleepy eyes.

“Hello, beautiful. If you have an objection to a bit of afternoon screwing, save it. It’s too late to stop now, baby.” He pushed forward with his hips and sent his big cock sliding through her tunnel, over the slightly sore muscles left over from this morning’s round of sex. His cock kissed the mouth of her cervix, and retreated, only to nudge the small funnel on every third or fourth down stroke.

She wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips and pulled herself up, to enjoy his thrusts at a different angle and making his strokes penetrate deeper without impediment.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” she told him how much she loved his fat prick. “I want you, and I’m glad the feeling is mutual. I feel so full when you’re deep inside of me.” His finger began to torment her exposed clit, and it felt like an electric shock. She was no longer talking, her gasps and groans heard escaping through her gritted teeth let him know she was thoroughly enjoying his efforts to pleasure them both. She yanked on her nipples and squeezed her breasts. He bent his head and bit her nipple. She felt the muscles of his ass cheeks beneath her hand and reached to grab both of them, pulling him into her depths as hard as she could pull. She wanted hard and punishing, but he pulled back. “What the hell? Why did you stop?”

He rolled her over onto all fours and she rested her head on her forearms. Her, “Ah, okay, this will work,” was cut short by a cry, as she felt him smacking her ass with his open palm. His thrust in sent him deep, and with the outstroke she got a smack on the ass. There was something so exciting about his dominating actions that she shivered in anticipation of each smack. His thrusts became urgent, and his fingers of his left hand gripped her hip, his right hand wound her hair around his fist and he pulled her head back to lean over and kiss her lips as she cried out, and bit at his lips. She couldn’t hold back any longer and reached for the colors bursting in her brain with each contraction of her muscles gripping his prick. He shouted as she felt his liquid shooting into her body. The heated sperm felt fantastic running over her sensitized inner flesh. “Oh yes, all of it.”

*****

She napped while he showered and by the time she woke, it was dinnertime. Her saddlebags were hanging on the foot of the bed, so she grabbed her clean t-shirt and jeans, and headed for a hot shower herself. She felt wonderful. She hadn’t thought about her scarred body at all today, until she saw Knight standing by the bar, talking to Tiny and Big Dog. Her blush was wasted on the men. Knight walked over to her and raised his hand to her cheek, cradling it in his wide palm. “I didn’t get the chance to say thank you. So please accept my humble thank you for fulfilling my wish since I first saw you fucking that stripper pole at the Bruja.” He gave her a smile and wandered off in the direction of the lounge.

She shook her head. It was a habit to clear the scenes she’d just felt, Knight should be warned, but why should she warn him about his impending future. If he knew what was happening, he would run far and fast.
No need to scare him
, at least not right now. She lined up at the buffet and loaded her plate with fruit and protein. As she settled in at the table, Big Dog dropped a plate piled with food and two longnecks onto the table, before hooking a chair leg with his foot and setting down opposite from her.

“So tell me, what insight did you get into Knight’s future, and don’t say nothing. The old President of the Chiefs had the same kind of talent that you are gifted with. He would get a vision, and afterwards, shake his head.” He’d surprised her with his acceptance of her ‘sight’. That made him grin, “We always knew when he had to reboot or whatever you spooky people call it. Why do you think no one has asked you to do your, what did you call it? Party shows?” She was turning light pink and he couldn’t help himself, he continued to tease her. “That was why his handle was the Medicine Man. I shit you not, the fact he had a serious love affair with Horse was legendary. He would have visions in the middle of the night that made him scream and yell like someone was killing his ass. He must have been onto something there though, from the time he took office, until the day he OD’d, the club always knew what the other clubs were up to. All he had to do was stand close to one of them.”

Future watched him devour his food. He didn’t shovel his food into his mouth like some of the men she’d seen over the years, and she enjoyed his conversation. “So it is true what they say about some bikers, they are a superstitious bunch. It wasn’t just Merlin and Doobie, and the other guys being assholes.

“When I was younger, they would try to force me to act like a trick pony, Merlin tried everything to develop my abilities. It used to frustrate him to no end when I couldn’t read everyone that came in my path. I wasn’t allowed to play like a kid. Not that many of the kids around here at the time would have played with me. They mostly looked at me like I was going to tattle on them for everything they did. So they stayed away.”

The conversation continued to flow easily, until he apologized for having to go. “I got Church in fifteen minutes. Are you staying here?”

“No, if you don’t mind I want to stop in and see my mother while Merlin is out. There something about them that I can’t quite put my finger on. I’m hoping she’ll open up if it’s just me and her.”