Tank's Pearl (Devil's Iron MC #1) (12 page)

Always do. Oh and as far as next weekend goes we will be doing something. The family BBQ is on Sunday and you don’t want to see the punishment for going back on your word to me. You will at least come down and see what it is all about.

Chapter 24- Abraham

Pulling into the parking behind Pearl’s house around 10am I can’t help but think about the woman who has captured me: thoughts, cock, and heart. Only a month has gone by. and I know that this is the one to be my old lady as well as my wife, my submissive, and mother to our children. After the family BBQ next weekend I plan on talking to her about being my old lady and submissive then finally having some ink on her and a collar around her neck being able to fully stake my claim. We have to make it through this weekend and the family BBQ next weekend first though.

I plan on taking her down to the Dungeon tonight to introduce her more into the lifestyle and show her off more to the brothers, but it might have to be put on hold if the girls are still sick. I wish it would not have to be put on hold, though; I got Pearl some clothing for the club that I would really like to see her in. Maybe if the girls are feeling better their Aunt Madge will be able to handle watching them while we are gone letting us go down to the club for at least a little while.

Walking up to the house the door is swung wide, and that radiating woman whom I have been thinking of stands waiting. This is a sight that I could get used to, coming home to this woman every day. I can see this as the beginning of a very wonderful future.

“Pearl,” comes out on a growl as I come to a stop a few feet in front of her.

“Hello, Abraham.” She steps out into the sun and envelops me in a hug. “I’ve missed you.” She kisses her way to my neck “I miss touching you, smelling you, and kissing you, Sir,” she finishes with a glint in her eyes and leans into me as I again claim her mouth with mine.

“Me as well, Little One, me as well. How are Iris and Rose feeling? I was hoping to be able to still take you out tonight. That is, if the girls are okay to be with the sitter?”

“They will survive, and Madge won’t have a problem if they both have colds. I don’t see a problem with us going out for a while. What were you thinking about doing tonight?”

“I want to take you to the Dungeon tonight, Little One. I have already got some clothing for you, and we don’t have to scene or stay long if you don’t want, but I want us to go, so you are able to see what it is all about.”

“Abraham, if you really want me to go that bad I guess there is no stopping it.” I look up sharply into her eyes and can tell that she is holding back her signature eye roll. “What time do you want to leave? I should call Madge and let her know what time she needs to be over here.”

“Let’s leave around eight; you can change when you get there so you don’t need to worry about that. Thank you for stopping that eye roll as well, you are learning to be quite accepting of my desires.”

“OK, let me call Madge. The girls are waiting for you in the basement. They want to play with you before we have lunch. I’ll start lunch after I get off of the phone and call you all up when lunch is ready.”

Heading into the basement I am met by both Iris and Rose who are sitting at a table filled with teacups. “Hiya Abraham!” they both squeal as they run head long towards me grabbing onto a leg each as they squeeze me tight.

“Hello, girls, how are you both feeling? Your Mommy told me you didn’t feel good when you got up today.” Lifting both the girls up at the same time one with each arm I give them both squeezes and gently put them to the ground before Rose answers.

“Momma says we have lots of snot and need to cover our mouths when we cough. Abraham does your Mommy tell you what to do all the time, like our Mommy does? She is always telling us what to do!” As she took a long overdue breath she continues “Abraham we are having a tea party would you like to play ‘till Mommy says that lunch is ready?”

“Of course, Rose, I would love to play tea party” I answer as I sit down and think over Pearls constant questioning. Seeing the world through the eyes of this beautiful little girl was changing something inside of me. Softening me up so that playing tea party with the girls came in near the top of my favorite things to do lately. Of course that didn’t include the things I like doing with their Momma! We played tea party until we got the call that lunch was ready.

After lunch, the girls laid down for their naps and it was nice to have some time alone with Pearl. We started talking, not giving our hands much rest from the constant stroking and rubbing of one another on the couch. I describe to her what will be going on at the Dungeon tonight, would put her mind somewhat at ease. Just some of the ground rules like: what it will look like, and what Pearl needs to do while we are there. Telling her about the different types of things she might see gives her some background so that she will not be in too much shock and awe. I let her know what safe words we will use seeing as it is her first time playing in public, I plan on keeping them simple. I also let her know that I have brought a simple collar for her and tell her that she will need to wear it while we are at the Dungeon so that she is not mistaken as available.

At that she slowly turns her face to mine, and I see a mischievous smile that melts me. I am intrigued at the gleam I see in her eyes “What is that smile for, Little One?”

“Um. I didn’t know that I wasn’t available, Abraham. I don’t remember having a discussion with you about being yours! Your Old Lady, your submissive, or let alone even your fucking girlfriend. Do you think maybe we should talk about that?”

Hearing her question and asked in such a fucking disrespectful way fills me with rage. I haul her abruptly off of the couch and turn us towards her room, making it there in just a few short strides. Shutting then locking the door quietly behind us, I nod towards her. “Clothes off. Kneel at the foot of the bed. Eyes down not a fucking sound, Little One, NOW.”

Wasting no time, she removes her clothing and positions herself at the foot of the bed with her eyes downcast knowing something that she is not about to enjoy was about to happen.

As soon as she is in position I begin, “Little One, I am very disappointed and upset with you right now. I am not sure if you thought what we have said to each other is not something truthful or if you were playing with me, but neither is acceptable. These questions of our relationship will be resolved now. Your punishment, however, will not be finished here this afternoon it will continue to the Dungeon tonight. Hmm?”

Stroking her hair as I go on, “YOU ARE MINE! I might not have publicly claimed you yet. You may not yet wear my ink, my collar, or my ring, but YOU ARE MINE. Do not ever question that or me again.” I pull her hair sharply raising her head so that our eyes meet.

“You have given yourself to me on multiple occasions in more ways than I could have hoped for. You have promised to belong to me and only me. You have promised to and have submitted to me. You have promised to and let me mark that beautiful skin of yours. You have promised to be with only me unless I wish to share you. You have promised to and have given yourself to me completely. You have promised to trust me, and I think you have not done that yet. I WANT YOU, and I will have you as my old lady, my sub, my wife, and the mother of our children one day soon. Never question that again, Little One. NEVER!”

“Open those lips, and take my cock in your mouth. Let me fuck your face and come down your throat like the piece of ass you make yourself out to be.” As I slap my cock against her mouth I continue on, “No moving, no touching, no coming, and no noises. I am in control of this of you. If you don’t want to admit or are afraid of what we have maybe I should treat you like the wet hole you assume I use you for instead of what you are. MINE, my woman, my ol’ lady, my life. “So softly I am not sure if she hears I add, “my heart… The woman that I love.”

With that declaration I drive my cock deeply into her throat with no warning and hold it there for a few long seconds. As she gags on my cock silent tears start streaming down her face. Sliding my cock out to give her short seconds to breathe I then force back in. This rough face fucking and those tears have me feeling as hard as steel. She does not move or make to touch me and the only sounds heard in the room are ones of the friction from my cock entering and leaving this beautiful mouth.

Looking up, I have to hold off my orgasm from the erotic sight laid out before me. Pearls continued questioning of me and my intentions needs to be put to a stop. Maybe the scene tonight at the Dungeon will help to make her more understanding of what will happen between us in the future. With a scene forming in my mind, I look back down at my woman.  Seeing the tears falling down her face I cannot stop but looking into those brown eyes and seeing this beautiful woman looking back at me, before I come hard down her throat.

Pulling my cock free from her lips and tucking myself back into my jeans I speak solemnly. “Get yourself put together again. We will spend the afternoon at the park and then have dinner with the girls before we leave and your punishment finishes tonight at the Dungeon. Do not let the girls know that there is anything amiss between us. You may talk to me, but no touching. We will bring this to closure at the Dungeon tonight and not a minute before that. Do not try to sway me in this! Tell me that you understand, Pearl.”

“Yes, Abraham, um, Sir, I understand,” is all she can croak out before she turns and quickly pulls back on her clothes. Getting up to ready for our trip to the park her eyes have not made contact with mine again. My heart is hurting, but this lesson needs to be learned, and she will learn it well today.

Chapter 25- Pearl

The afternoon is nothing but awkward to say the least. We play and have a great cookout at the park; the girls are bundled up, but are feeling much better and are having fun running around. Abraham is wonderful with Iris and Rose playing tag and swinging with them, but is really distant and short with me. I am so sad and angry at myself for questioning him and our relationship earlier, why do I have such a hard time believing what he says. Since the incident this morning his treatment of me has left me with so much pain, and I am sure whatever will come later tonight will make me feel more of the same.

As Madge arrives around 8pm she instantly knows something is wrong.

“Pearl, what’s going on? You are so distant and removed. Is your new sexy man of yours treating you bad? Do you need me to talk to him for you? Or maybe punish him for being naughty?”

“Oh god, Madge, shut up. Abraham and I got into an argument earlier this afternoon and we just need to talk it out. He is just so intense all the time and I don’t know how to deal with that.”

“Well, perfect it is so awesome that I didn’t cancel on you then. Right???” She laughs as she walks past me. I’m not sure if she is looking so hard to find the girls or to get a glimpse at Abraham. Following her through the house she comes to an abrupt stop in the doorway before the living room, and I almost bump her when I see what has her attention.

Abraham is on his knees talking to both Iris and Rose. I can only hear a little of what is being said, but what I do hear has me so confused. He is talking about them having other brothers or sisters, moving into a different house, and if they might be okay with him being married to their mom.

“What is going on in here, Abraham?” I harshly ask.

“We were just chatting, Pearl,” he answers, standing up.

“Yes, well those are not things that we discuss with little girls, Abraham. Those are grown up conversations that should not be brought up with the children until decisions about it are made and the adults have talked about it.”

“We have talked, if you don’t remember, Pearl, and decisions have been made as well if you recall. Are you having trouble remembering the things we only talked about earlier today? Hmm? Maybe we could go and discuss them now seeing that Madge is here,” he finishes while walking towards me and grabs my hand as he leads me towards the door.

“Bye, girls, we will see you tomorrow. Be good for Madge” we both say in tandem as we leave the house.

Turning to Abraham, I say, “I cannot believe that you were talk“

Cutting me off, he interjects. “No more talking. I don’t want to hear your questions, reprimands, or whatever the fuck you were going to say. There is a lesson to be taught; if you insist on not following my request it will not be pleasant for your ass. Do not rile me up any further than you already have earlier today. Just sit in the truck like the pretty wet hole that you seem to think that you are. Unless, of course, you would like to put a stop to our whole arrangement, which I guess is nothing more than fucking as far as you’re concerned, Right? You could always safe word, and all this would be over. Would you like that, Pearl?”

Turning to hide the tears that are now sliding down my cheeks, I think about the horrible feeling that is seeping further into my heart. “No, Sir, I would not like to safe word; I will accept whatever lesson you will teach me. Thank you, Sir.”

I know that I have fallen in love with this man, and that I have been fighting it so hard and trying to push him away. Today has been the worst day and for some reason I swear that he softly said he loved me when he was driving his cock into my throat earlier. I must have been hearing things though because this detached man is not one that I have ever seen before.

I feel down, used, and just plain abused, but only because of how I pushed him when I talked about us not being together. Whatever happens at the Dungeon is going to be a thorough mind fuck and emotional drain, a lesson I am not looking forward to learning.

Pulling up into a dimly-lit parking lot, Abraham cuts the engine. He turns to me. “The only times I want to hear your voice tonight is to answer a direct question or anything requiring an answer that only I have asked of you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I softly answer.

“Do you remember the other rules that I laid out to you earlier? If so, tell me them now.”

“I remember, Sir. No direct eye contact with anyone except you and only when you ask for it. Keep my head down at all times unless I am asked by you to raise it. No talking to anyone except you unless you choose to give me permission. Only speak when asked a direct question by you or someone you choose to allow me to talk to. I am only to take anything from you drinks, orders, whatever, only from you nothing from anyone else again unless you give me permission to take from someone else. No coming unless you give me permission. Safe words are Red to stop and Yellow to slow down, Sir”

“Hmm. Very nice, Little One.” Stroking down my cheek with his finger, which is the first reassurance he has given since this started, he soothes my nerves greatly. “Now, let us get this night underway. We will check in, you will have some paperwork to fill out and then I will lead you into the locker room. You will have exactly ten minutes to get yourself dressed and back out the door to me. You will talk to no one in the locker room. If someone approaches you smile nicely and simply shake your head no; they will understand that you are not allowed to speak and not think any less of you or us.”

As he gets out of the truck and comes around to open my door, I can feel my hands shake as he grasps them in his own to help me down. “You will be fine, Little One. Hopefully we will not need to have any more of this behavior correction after tonight, at least not to this extent.” As he continues, he takes the collar out of his pocket and moves to tie it around my neck. “Pearl, help me with your hair. This lesson needs to be taught, and you need to learn it well. I’m not sure if I will be able to teach it to you once let alone twice, so please do your best to learn it. We will get through it even though it might be hard, you will learn the lesson, and I will not re-teach it to you! Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand. I will do my best to learn the lesson and am sorry if it troubles you this greatly to teach it.” I move with him toward the door on shaky legs.

A big man swings open the door and clasps Abraham on the shoulder. “Tank, it’s nice seeing you again it has been a while since I have seen you here on the weekend.” Turning towards me he continues “Who is this lovely thing?”

“Shadow, nice seeing you, man, it’s been too long. This is my Pearl. She needs to fill out the membership paperwork, and then we will be doing a scene tonight. Who is working the desk tonight?”

Turning towards me the big man grins at me “Pearl, it is a pleasure to meet you. I have never known Tank to bring such a beautiful creature with him here before. Actually to think of it, Tank, you have never brought a woman here before.” Turning towards Abraham “I think that Layla is working the intake desk tonight. Have a nice night, you two. I hope to see you again Pearl.”

My eyes get wide as I realize who Shadow was talking about as she comes into view in front of us. I stumble forward, and the only thing that catches my face plant is a sturdy hand on my arm. Turning me towards him, Abraham quietly addresses me. “Pearl, we talked about this so don’t. Just stop it right now.”

Taking a deep breath, I turn back towards the table and cannot miss the smile that crosses Layla’s face it hurts. She gets up and quickly moves toward Abraham placing a hand on his chest. “Hello, Sir, It is so nice to see you here on the weekend again. Oh, and you have brought us a guest, I see. She will, of course, need to fill out the guest paperwork, get her medical clearance before she can scene-“

Cutting her off abruptly, Abraham says, “No Layla, she will be filling out the membership paperwork, and she will be added to my account. I have already turned in most of the needed forms to the office including her medical clearance; she will only need to fill out the application, Layla, so why don’t you go get that for her.”

“Okay. Sir, I will go and get that for her. You know, Tank, it will take a while. You and I could go”

Abraham cuts her off abruptly again, “Layla, just go get the fucking paperwork for Pearl, we are not doing anything together again, Layla, I already talked to you about that shit. If you cannot fall into line we are going to have to hold a vote on asking you to leave, because Pearl is here with me to stay, and I will not have you continually disrespecting her, as well as myself, with your frequent and unwanted advances. Get it the fuck together Layla and get over it.”

As she quickly turns around to search through a file drawer she turns back and with a roll of her eyes says, “Sorry, Sir. Here you go, um… Pearl.”

Catching myself before I speak or reach out for the paperwork, I just shake my head and wait for Sir to hand me the paperwork. As he grabs it out of Layla’s hand, he hands it to me with a pen and whispers in my ear, “Nicely done, Little One. Sit here and fill this out”

Completing the paperwork, Abraham hands it back to Layla, escorting me to the locker room, and hands me a bag as we reach the door. “You will dress in this. You will not wear panties with it. You have ten minutes to meet me back out here.” As I keep my head down and reach for the bag it takes me a few seconds to move and before I take the first step towards the door he continues “GO, Little One, Now!”

Looking into the bag as I reach a changing area in the locker room I am almost terrified at what I find. There is a purple and black corset which has only half cups to cover my breasts, a black leather, ruffled skirt that looks like it would not cover enough of my ass to make it of any use, a pair of fishnet thigh-highs with purple garters, some anal lube, and a rather large black butt plug with a purple bead at the end.

THAT’S IT. Fuck me hard.
As I try to keep it together, I notice that Layla and another girl are now in the locker room with me. She smirks at me and quietly they sit down in chairs across from me. Quickly, I turn back around and start changing into the clothes that Abraham has picked out for me. I will have to go into the bathroom to put the plug in because there is no chance in hell I will be doing that with an audience, especially one including Layla.

Almost quietly the two women start talking and I hear. “That her?” coming from the brunette who came in with Layla.

I only catch pieces of the response that Layla gives, but things like “that old lady… why the hell he wants that… two kids… teaches retarded kids…” are all spilling from that stupid cunts face.

As I finish dressing, I move towards the bathroom with my new plug and lube still in the bag. It takes me a while to calm down enough from the things that Layla has been talking about me to even attempt to work the plug in. Even longer to feel like I could walk with it in and return to where those woman are. As I move out of the bathroom and turn towards the exit I keep my eyes downcast as I breeze past the two women. They are both staring at me and giggling as I quickly make my exit. I almost run directly into Abraham as I rush out the door a lone tear running down my check. Abraham grabs my arms to steady me and commands. “Look up at me, Little One, What happened in the locker room that has you so ruffled?”

Skimming my eyes over his body has me drooling: he has only boots and a pair of leathers on. God his chest is so beautiful I am caught off guard. I want to touch him and trace over his tattoos with my tongue. Before I am able to answer, Layla and her friend bump into us on their way out of the locker room laughing loudly.

“Layla, what the fuck were you doing in the locker room? I left you at intake. Little One, is she the reason you were heading out of the locker room so disturbed?” Grabbing my chin and moving my face up to his “Tell me.”

“Yes, Sir. She and her friend were in there talking about, what I can only assume, was me. I was trying not to eaves drop, but they were not trying to be very nice about the things that they were saying. You told me not to speak to anyone, so I didn’t. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible that is why I bumped into you coming out of the door. I’m sorry for bumping into you, Sir” My gaze moves to the floor, as soon as he releases my chin. A smile has come to my lips as the thought of him protecting me against this stupid bitch, and it warms my heart.

“LAYLA, GO THE FUCK BACK TO THE FRONT! I will have Prez deal with you later. This shitty behavior and lack of respect for not only me, but the woman I plan on calling my old lady, my sub, and my wife is fucking unacceptable.” He reaches for my arm turning me around and slowly moves me toward another room. The smile I have on my face now reaches my eyes. I wish I could say something to him tell him thank you but entering this new room, I am again reminded about the punishment awaiting me.

Standing in the middle of the large expanse we have just entered is a platform set up with some toys, whips, and such along with what I can assume is a St Andrews Cross and some kind of leather saw horse. “This is where we will scene tonight, Little One, up on the platform in front of everyone. First I will allow you one drink to ease some of your nerves and calm you down from Layla’s behavior. What would you like?”

Without missing a beat, I answer, “Long Island Ice Tea, please, Sir.”

Squeezing my shoulder gently he answers “Making it worth your while I see. Hmm? Pearl?”