HANNAH
I stared at the nursing program pamphlets thrown on my bed. Carter was probably right. I’d never get free of him, at least not while I still had enough energy to go to school. By then, I’d probably be too wrung out to do much with my life other than keep going the way I was going.
If listened to him, let him get into my head, I’d be stuck in his damn MC for the rest of my life, and that wasn’t going to happen. I had dreams. I wasn’t stupid; school came pretty easily for me. My mom always bragged about my grades in high school, before she got sick. Taking care of my mom took center stage after she was diagnosed with stage-four lymphoma. I barely passed senior year, and college was out of the question. Every dime we had went to her medicine and doctor treatments. She held on for two years after I graduated and was able to find full-time work to help pay the bills, but, in the end, it was all for nothing.
Looking in the mirror at my short hair and over-applied makeup, I felt the weight of my situation crushing me. My mother would have died twice over if she knew what I would become, the whore I turned into. Sure it wasn’t my choice, but the acts were the same. Men gave Carter cash to fuck me, and I continued to do it. He said I was only a quarter paid up, but my calculations were twice that. He’d never let me go.
I picked up the pamphlets again, ready to the throw them in the trash this time when my door opened. “Hannah.” A dark voice sent a shiver through me and I didn’t need to turn around to see who lurked in my doorway.
“Carter send you in?” I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes, making sure none of the tears that had built up actually spilled over and tossed the pamphlets into the can next to my dresser.
The door shut and the click of the lock startled me. Other than members, Carter usually brought in the guys he wanted me to entertain. I spun around and knocked right into Brandon’s chest. He steadied me before I fell on my ass, then pulled my chin up, smashing his mouth right on top of mine.
I melted right into him. His lips burned me with an intensity that dragged me from coherent thought. I lifted my arms to put them around his neck, but he captured them, not breaking off the kiss, and pinned them behind my back. Our bodies pressed more firmly together, his erection pressing against my hip. I had never been kissed with so much heat and desire before.
He pulled away, giving my lips one last small lick as he did so, and buried his gaze into mine. His hands slid up into my hair, holding my head firmly in place. He’d had a drink before he came to me–I could smell the whiskey on his breath. But he wasn't’ drunk. No, far from it. This man was all control, every ounce of him.
“Take off your clothes.” He growled, not letting go of my hair. I searched his eyes, sure he was joking. If he didn’t let go of me, how the hell was I supposed to do what he said?
“You’ll let have to loosen your grip there, big boy.” I grinned. He gave me a little shake. Not hard, but with enough force for me to know who was in charge again, and it sure as hell wasn’t me. I would have screamed at him if my cheeks didn’t heat up with a blush and my body would stop reacting to his macho man act. It was no act, though. I could see that. He only knew one way, his way.
“Figure it out.” He gave a casual shrug.
When I didn’t move, he pulled on my hair. “Ow, stop it.” I swung my foot at him, but made no contact. Instead, he spun me around and pushed me over the side of my bed. Before I could struggle, he had my yoga pants pulled down to my knees and was applying hard slaps to both of my ass cheeks. I wiggled, I bucked, I tried to push up, but his hand just kept falling and igniting a fire in my backside. “Okay! Okay!” I felt tears in my eyes, but it was the wetness between my legs that had me more concerned.
“Okay, what?” He stopped punishing my ass and ran his hand over my hot skin.
I hadn’t worn panties. I wish I’d worn panties. If he moved his fingers a little farther down, he’d know how hot he was really making me. “I’ll take my clothes off.” I couldn’t look over my shoulder at him; he still had one fist in my hair, pushing me down on the mattress.
“Yes, you will.” He gave me another half dozen swats to my already tender ass before pulling me back to my feet. “Does your ass hurt?” His snarling grin should have frightened me, I’d seen similar expressions on the members just before they beat the hell out of their prey.
“Yes,” I answered with my chin thrust up at him.
His smile widened. “Good. Now, do what I said and take your clothes off.”
I managed to kick out of my pants since they were already nearly at my ankles, but my shirt was a challenge. I slid my arms out of the sleeves and wiggled it up around my neck. Figuring he’d have to move his hand, I looked up at him. An arched brow answered my question and I left my shirt dangling around my neck. My bra unclasped easily enough and slid down my arms, but I still had no idea about what to do about my shirt. He finally saw reason and let go of my head, and yanked the shirt over for me.
“Get on the bed, spread your legs.” He nodded toward my bed. I managed to climb into position, but kept my legs closed. He hadn't even taken off his shirt yet. “What did I say? Is everything going to be a challenge with you today?” He bent over and easily pried my legs open, shoving my knees toward my chest. Before I could give a good come back, he slapped the insides of my thighs twice.
I wanted to shut my legs, but he gripped my knees and peered down at me.
“I forgot my ropes again.” He gave me a wink that told me if he ever did get around to bringing those around, I would be in serious trouble. “So you’ll have to be a really good girl and keep your legs open for me. If you don’t, if you move, there’s going to be consequences.” A strand of blond hair fell in front of his forehead, giving him a slightly less menacing look, but not enough to tempt me to disobey.
“Okay.” I nodded. His hands felt warm on my knees, and I wanted him to move them down my thighs, lower still until he was touching all of me.
He slid back on the bed, until his face was only a breath away from my pussy and I squirmed just at the thought of what he was going to do. No man had put his mouth there in months, maybe years. I didn’t even remember when my last boyfriend was; relationships and I didn’t mix well.
I looked down the length of my body at where he looked up at me. He gave me another wink before leaning forward and sucking my already tender clit into his mouth. I thrust my fingers into my own hair, clutching my locks as his tongue swirled all around me. He licked between my labia, down to my entrance. He circled my opening and smiled up at me when I tried to arch up and get his tongue inside of me. I needed him inside. How could this man make me so damn hot for him with such little effort?
A groan burned my throat as he continued to do delicious things with his tongue on my pussy. He slid one finger to my pussy, rimming my entrance, but still denying me the satisfaction I craved. “Please, Brandon.” I finally moaned. I was beyond caring about my pride. The man was doing horrible things to my insides, and if I didn't have him inside me soon, it was possible I was going to combust.
“Ahh, not yet, babe.” He sucked my clit into his mouth again, with his tongue flicking it along the way. How did he think I would last much longer?
“Oh, god. I’m going to come.” I sat halfway up, needing more pressure, more of everything.
“No, you’re not.” He completely pulled away. No fingers touching me, no tongue dancing over my clit, and nothing inside of me still. He slowly pulled his kutte over his arms and tossed it on the dresser. He yanked off his shirt by the neckline, revealing again his hard abs and the many tattoos running over his body. I wanted to lick him, to taste the saltiness of his skin.
He slid out of his jeans and tossed them to the floor. As he climbed back up onto the bed, I noticed he rolled a condom over her thick shaft. Just a job, I told myself, but I was a liar. I wanted him. Bad.
The head of his cock toyed with my slit, rubbing up and down but never fully entering me. I arched my hips, but he pushed them back to the bed. “You move when I say move, got it?” The firm order was given, but I could see as much desire in his eyes as I felt tingling in my body.
“Yes.” Not sure what to do with my hands, I reached up and touched his chest. His muscles rippled beneath my fingertips. I traced his pecs, down to his abs and farther down, hoping to wrap my fingers around his cock.
But he laughed. “I’m not that easy, baby.” He grasped my wrists and pinned them at my sides. With one thrust he was inside me.
I cried out from the fullness. God, he was so big. I may be the club’s personal fuck toy, but not many of the guys bothered with me for sex. My body wasn’t used to being so damn full.
“Fuck.” I heard him growl then start to move again, pulling out and pushing back in harder.
I pulled my knees up. I needed more of him; the pain mixed with the intense pleasure of his cock ramming into me both confused and excited me.
His hands still held down my wrists, and my legs were still high in the air. I had no leverage. I couldn’t move. I could only take what he gave, and he kept giving so fucking much. “Please, Brandon. Please.” I begged, but I had no idea what I wanted. I needed more, more pain, more pleasure, more of everything.
“I know what you need, baby.” He smiled down at me and released my right wrist. “Touch yourself for me. Play with that little clit of yours while I fuck you.”
I found my clit with my fingers and rubbed hard, circling it as he continued to plow into me. His hands were on my breasts, pulling at my nipples. The burn moved down into my belly and lower still to where everything was building. I needed to come. “Please, Brandon. I have to come.”
Our eyes locked, but he didn’t answer me, just continued to fuck me senseless. He asked me a question, but I was far away, not hearing or understanding him. My fingers moved faster, he pumped harder. “Baby, tell me, tell me why I should let you come.” His words finally came to me.
“I have to.”
“No, you don’t. I can pull out and leave you wanting. Tell me, baby, tell my why.” He didn’t stop moving, his body slapped against me as he continued to fuck me.
“I’ve been good. I’ll be good.” I would have promised him almost anything at that moment. I was so close to exploding. “Please.”
“What do I get if I let you?”
How could he think so damn rationally? “Anything!”
He laughed. “You don’t know what that means.” His eyes bore into me, he ground his hips into my clit, pushing my hand even harder against it. “I’ll show you, though. I promise.” He bent lower and kissed me softly. “Come.” He ordered. Just the word alone pushed me over the edge. I opened my mouth, ready to scream my release. His mouth clamped over mine. He took in my scream and kissed me, riding me harder as he found his own release. His groan of pleasure mingled with my residual yelps until we both lay all tangled up and breathing heavy. A droplet of his sweat rolled onto my chest from his.
“Fuck.” He breathed and rolled over to his side, pulling me with him. My head rested on his chest and I feel into the rhythm of his breathing. Fingertips trailed down my arm then back up in such a soothing manner, I almost forgot why he was in my room. He wasn’t someone to cuddle with; he was just a means to an end. I tried to sit up then, to move away, but his arm snaked around me, keeping me right where I was. “Tell me about those brochures.” He pressed his lips against my head.
“They’re nothing.” I tensed under the question. He’d probably laugh, just like Carter had, and I wasn’t really in the mood for it.
“Now, if you want to be able to come again tomorrow, I would suggest you stop lying.”
“Tomorrow? Planning another trip out here already?”
“Have some business to attend to, thought I’d stop by your room afterward.”
“Ah.” I pulled away then, sitting up and staring down at him. “Well, since I can come whenever I want to, I don't see how not having an orgasm with you will be much of a problem.” I was rewarded for my brattiness with a pinch.
“That may be so.” He sat up and leaned against my headboard, running his hands through his hair and pushing it out of his face. “But I promise you, you’ll think twice about giving up your orgasm the next time I’m buried balls deep in that pretty pussy of yours.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I knew he meant it, he’d come back the next day and drive me crazy, but he wouldn’t give me the release I wanted. Not sure how else to respond, I kept quiet.
He nudged my chin up with his forefinger. “Come on, tell me. What program was it?” His smile softened, and the edge left his voice.
“Nursing.” I scooted up on the bed and leaned against the headboard next to him, pulling my knees up to my chest.
“You want to be a nurse?”
“Nope, just want to go through the schooling and then keeping banging these assholes for the hell of it.” The look on his face told me he didn’t appreciate a smart ass comment when he heard one. “Yes, I want to be a nurse.”
“So what’s stopping you?”
“Are you kidding?” I searched his face, but he looked authentically confused. “Didn’t you pay Carter on your way in here?”
“Pay him?” His eyebrows furrowed in response to my question. “What the fuck for?”
“Seriously?” I scooted away to turn toward him better. “He didn’t make you pay?” I let out a loud sigh. If he was giving me away, I wasn’t going to make any dent in what I owed. How many others had he done that with? No wonder I wasn’t as far along as I had thought.
“Okay, Hannah, I want to know what’s going on. Now. Are you one of the girls who work out back?”
I did laugh then. The girls in the back house were probably worse off than me. At least I had some prospect of a future; those girls never would. Indentured servitude is what Carter called it when I overheard them talking about the whorehouse. Slavery is what it was. “No. I don’t work back there.” I scooted from the bed and dug out a nightgown from my dresser. It was late and I really just wanted to go to sleep, forget everything for a little while. He took the hint and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up and get changed. When he came back out, he walked around gathering his clothes and putting them back on. I was genuinely sad to see his body get covered up. I could have stared at it for days.
“Hannah, if you’re in some kind of trouble, tell me. I can help.”
I looked at him through the reflection in my mirror. The sincerity in his eyes made my chest hurt. As much as I wanted to let him save me, I wouldn’t. There’d be a war between the MCs and I wouldn’t contribute to the bloodshed. “It’s fine, Brandon.” I turned around and placed my hands on his chest. Of all the guys who walked through my door, he was the first one to ever ask about anything other than if I would take it up the ass for them. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” I meant it, too. I wasn’t sure exactly what all was going on with his club and the Soldiers, but if the two managed to make a truce, there was something big at stake. He didn't need to mess it all up for someone like me.
“I’m coming back tomorrow.” He slid his hands under my hair, cupping my face. Drawing me closer, his captured my mouth. A soft, tender kiss wasn’t his style. Each kiss he gave me spoke to his possession of me–even if it was for only that moment.
“I’m sure you will.” I smiled when he released me.
He adjusted his kutte and looked me over. “Get in bed.” He turned me by my shoulders and gave me a little shove. I didn’t mind his dictate; bed sounded damn good. I slid under the covers and nestled into my pillows. He sat on the bed beside me, pulling the blankets up to my chest. “If you were my old lady, I’d never let you sleep in these cotton nightshirts.” He plucked the neckline of my nightgown. “You’d wear nothing to bed. Hell, I’d probably keep you naked all day, too.”
“I don’t plan on ever being anyone’s old lady, so my nightgowns work just fine.” I grinned up at him.
His fingertips left a trail of warmth as he brushed my hair from my eyes. For a moment, he just stared at me in silence. Like he wanted to say something but wasn't sure if he should or not. In the end, he kissed my forehead. “Plans change, babe,” he muttered as he stood up. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this Carter thing with you, and if I don't like what I find, there’s gonna be hell to pay.”
It sounded like a wonderful promise, but I knew I could never let it become anything more than just words. “Goodnight, Brandon.” I closed my eyes. He didn’t need to see the defeat in my expression, and I wanted him gone before I started to cry.
“Night, Hannah.” He clicked off my light and then was gone.
I heard the lock click before he shut it, and I sighed with some content. At least I’d get a decent night’s sleep.