Victory Rising (9 page)

If Victory hadn’t already known Cara’s position within the club, she would’ve quickly figured it out. Cara was the epitome of a woman in charge, a gal who’d paid her dues to the club and fully expected to reap the benefits of being there through thick and thin.

Devon leaned over Victory’s body, leaving the tip of his cock right at her mouth. Her lips parted, and she moistened them with the pre-excitement slipping from his dick.

“Mmm, baby, blow me,” he said, his guttural request nearly hypnotic.

She opened wider, sucking him inside her mouth and twirling her tongue around his shape. He pumped his hips, setting a fucking pace, screwing her face like she was already his woman accustomed to bringing him pleasure and already aware of what it took to make him satisfied.

Giving head became a competition. Victory slurped and sucked. Cara bobbed her head up and down. Tigger rose to his elbows and watched them, suddenly quite interested in the blowjob Devon was receiving, too.

Cara pinched Tigger’s scrotum, and he yelped, slapping her bottom like a lover gone wild. Devon stood again. Victory’s mouth remained open. She hoped he’d come closer, drop his cock between her lips again and let her have a more intimate and quite throaty conversation.

His cock slipped across her tongue, and she vibrated around him, mumbling against his size as she sucked and swallowed, practiced her gag reflexes. He pounded against her throat. Holding onto the bar high above her head, Devon flexed his muscles.

She was so lost in the idea of pleasing Devon, she barely noticed when Tigger stood. When her eyes averted from Devon to the bed again, she forgot about the differences she’d once had with the woman on her knees. In fact, she wanted to learn from her, and Cara acted as if she knew precisely how to teach.

Devon was seconds away from filling Victory’s throat. His self-control was shot to hell, and to make matters worse, Tigger was fucking Cara’s mouth like a man without a conscience.

Forcing himself away from Victory and defying the urge to watch Cara and Tigger, Devon grabbed hold of the lever next to the wheel and shoved the handle forward.

“No, don’t, Devon. Oh God, please don’t!”

“I told you, you’ll call me Master or Sir. If you don’t, you can face your punishment.”

Victory was enjoying the attention and new experience. He could tell. She hadn’t stopped smiling.

Her punishment of the hour would lead to a few seconds of untamed pleasure. The rickety old wheel made sudden jolts as it rocked from side to side. Too bad the thing was supported by a homemade platform. If the Catherine Wheel had been upright, he would’ve shoved the lever up while she was hanging upside down. Then, he would’ve gone to town on that sweet-tasting pussy.

Instead, he tapped the end of the toy and watched her jerk, listened to her musical groans. She was resisting the urge to orgasm, but in another minute, she would come. Her climax would take hold and her inhibitions would shatter. Oh yes, he’d been here before.

As Victory writhed, Devon enjoyed the Tigger and Cara show. He’d seen Cara go at cock like she was having a meal, licking and lapping at the man of the hour, whoever was lucky enough to have their cock sliding down her throat, tapping against her tonsils.

If any other woman had been there on that wheel, he might have gone to Cara and ask her to share some of her oral affections. Instead, he stood back and observed, quite content to feel an element of belonging.

“Devon,” Victory pleaded, her head rolling from side to side. “Let me off this wheel, and I swear, I’ll do anything you want me to…Sir.”

He glanced at Victory, but as the level of excitement grew and carnal sounds filled the room, he found his gaze bouncing between Tigger and Cara and the sexy vixen still strapped to his wheel.

Tigger grabbed hold of Cara’s head. He humped her face and hollered out, “Cara! Oh God, now! Cara! Ah fuck, baby. There you go, honey. Swallow. Oh yessss! There it is. Hmm…”

For a split second, Devon was envious. The soft-white drizzle of Tigger’s release covered Cara’s cheek as she nuzzled him.

Cara doused her skin in Tigger’s come. She turned her head from side to side, moaning as Tigger grunted and rubbed his cock against her face. Stuffing her fingers into that well-visited cunt, Cara fingered herself.

Devon immediately studied Victory, turned on by the way her eyes followed Cara’s hand. Perhaps Victory didn’t enjoy having a woman in her bed, but she definitely liked watching other women. The proof was on her glistening pussy lips.

Throwing the lever into a full stop, Devon leaned over Victory once again. Gripping the end of her adult toy, he fucked her with the artificial dick, working the shaft in between her folds, moving the gadget in and out of her slick pussy and enjoying the way her expression changed as he fucked her with more and more enthusiasm.

“Can you come for me, Victory?” he rasped, his mouth at her ear.

Her breathing became ragged. Her eyes were hooded. Her mouth fell open and a moan slipped from her lips. Then, came an outright pleasurable scream.

Good Lord, the woman had some lungs. His cock lengthened. His balls were weighted down with his need for release.

“Devon! Fuck!” Victory yelled, her pussy accepting the toy with more ease. Her body clenched and closed around the dildo. Devon wiggled the shaft higher inside her channel, excited by how well she responded.

Had he ever seen a more beautiful woman in the throes of her pleasure, so well provoked by his perverse way of training? Fully restrained, she couldn’t sway with too much force either way—front to back, or side to side.

His cock hardened, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He realized then, she was definitely the end of his road, the woman he’d always known would inevitably change his life, his passions, and his goals.

Victory was like a dream come true. Her body was responsive. Manual and visual stimulation made her practically grovel, but he noticed something else, a much more important factor.

When she came, she looked at him with adoring eyes. Acceptance lingered in her gaze. His name was upon her lips.

In that moment, Devon was hooked. He was determined to make her his, and while he’d taken what he wanted in round one, he wanted her total compliance before they proceeded.

How she reacted to his wishes would tell a story, determine their fate, and definitely seal their destiny. Could she trust him enough? If not, could he resist her enough to love her once and send her on her way?

“You want me to what?” Victory’s voice rose several octaves. She was breathless, trying to find her balance, and now, he wanted more?

“Make a movie,” Devon said calmly.

She wasn’t sure if she had anything more to give. Her pussy felt hot. A tingling sensation spiraled through her channel. She was experiencing mini-orgasms, and here Devon was…trying to figure out how and where he wanted to play next!

Cara and Tigger relaxed on the bed. Tigger draped his arm around Cara’s shoulders as she rested her chin on her clasped hands, using his belly for support.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Cara said. “You’ve already acted out in front of us.”

“No, I didn’t.”

Cara grunted. “If you say so. I could see your pulsing pussy from here.”

“Are you bi?” Victory asked.

Cara rose to an upright position and grinned. “Hardly, honey. If you want sex both ways, I suggest you go back to the whorehouse from which you came.”

“Here, here, now, ladies,” Devon said, completing the task of freeing Victory.

“Are you trying to insult me?” Victory asked.

“No, honey. I’m teasing. You’d better get used to it. No one over here particularly likes the gals over the hill, and I’m not talking age matters, for the record.”

“Of course not,” Victory said, waggling her brows.

“You’re learning, kiddo,” Cara said, taking the jab all in stride. She straddled Tigger. “Are you horny, baby?”

Tigger growled. “What do you think, vixen?”

Cara stuck her tongue in Tigger’s mouth, and they seemed to forget they had an audience. Tigger placed his hands on Cara’s waist and lifted her above him, licking her pussy with a reverent tongue before releasing her.

“Is this typical behavior for this club?” Victory asked, wondering if Sassy and Logan participated in these group activities.

Tigger caressed Cara like she deserved his complete attention. She probably expected it.

“I believe she’s camera shy,” Cara crooned, apparently noticing how Victory eyed the photography equipment.

“I don’t see that,” Tigger said, addressing Cara before answering Victory. “And yes. This is the norm around here.”

“What do you want me to do exactly?” Victory asked.

“I want Gaylord to know you’re here of your own free will,” Devon said.

“You want to make a sex tape.”

“The camera and pod gave him away, huh?” Cara drawled, her laughing muffled when she buried her face in Tigger’s stomach and crawled lower.

Victory ignored her and gave Devon her undivided attention. “Why is this important to you?”

Devon rubbed his lips together. “I want Gaylord, Damsel, and anyone else over at that Godforsaken clubhouse to know. You belong to Devon Kardashian, and the chances of the Devil’s Angels ever getting you back are slim to none, with an emphasis on none.”

Chapter Six

Logan had been waiting for Devon to reappear and he’d yet to show his face. After keeping an eye on the club’s security, Logan had begun to miss his own woman. He’d had reason enough to think about her. The entire club had been echoing with the sounds of sex.

He’d dismissed the notion of returning to his room several times, fearing Sassy wouldn’t shelf their earlier discussion. She had thrown a fit about the sex tape in current production because he’d screwed up in a major way. He’d made the mistake of grumbling about his forthcoming assignment as the appointed delivery guy.

“Why do
you
have to take the tape?” Sassy asked, questioning Logan the second he entered the bedroom.

“Devon trusts me,” Logan replied, tossing his leather jacket to the settee in the corner. Since she’d moved into the clubhouse, Sassy had taken it upon herself to redecorate his room and rearrange his life. And he loved her more than he did the hour before.

Sassy frowned. “If he only knew what you planned to do with that tape, he wouldn’t be hell bent on making you the messenger.”

“I’m not interested in watching Devon and Victory on DVD.” She was so cute when she was jealous.

“Of course not. Why watch a recorded video when all you have to do is wait for another club member homecoming? Then, you can take a front row seat in the main bar.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “You’re precious.”

“Don’t patronize me,” she warned him, crossing her arms.

“Don’t tempt me,” he remarked, staring at her breasts. “I have an hour to kill before I meet up with Gaylord.”

“I don’t like it, Logan. Gaylord hates you. After he watches that DVD, he’ll be enraged. He’ll want blood. He’ll kill you.”

“Trust me when I tell you, you’re wrong.”

“How do you know? You saw him out there today. If you didn’t pay attention, I did. While Cara and Victory were arguing, I caught a glimpse of what went on between the two of you. When you pointed that shotgun at his head, rage settled in his eyes. He had the look of a natural born killer, Logan. A man only behaves that way when he’s looking for revenge or he’s a man in love, searching for a way to protect what he covets as his own.”

“You’re beautiful,” he said, unwilling to discuss Gaylord with Sassy. He’d already put her in enough danger. The less she knew, the less likely the club would hold her accountable if and when his cover was blown. After several years deep undercover, it was only a matter of time before the lid slid off the pot and hell’s trouble began its rampant boil.

“Don’t flirt,” she said, waving her finger in front of his face.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, sucking her index finger between his lips. “Don’t deny me.”

Sassy took a deep breath and focused on the slender digit disappearing in between his lips. “Logan.”

“Hmm?” he asked, twirling his tongue around the knobby flesh.

“You’re making me horny.”

“That’s the whole idea, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her body over his as he stretched out on the bed.

His mouth smothered hers in a heated kiss. He thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth, flipping those long red locks away from her lovely face and keeping his eyes wide, certain if he blinked, he might miss some of the best moments in life.

“There,” he rasped. “See, you’re feeling better already.”

She reached down the length of his body and grabbed hold of his denim-clad cock. Stroking him through the material, she crooned, “We’re not done with this conversation.”

He smiled to himself and switched positions, tucking her under his body and yanking her pants down to her knees as he settled himself between her thighs. “Shh,” he said, blowing a steady stream of air over her pussy. “We can discuss business later. Right now, I have better things to see and do.”