Chapter 24
Ella
It’s been obvious all day that something very unusual is happening, and I’m certain that while I didn’t know any of the details, it’s got something to do with the meeting I knew Slick was going to.
He and his brothers had left the compound this morning without giving a clue as to where they were going. And he’d either forgotten or deliberately omitted to warn me that others were going to arrive. Many others. Since midday bikes have been pouring in—men from other out of state chapters. Sam had obviously not been left in the same ignorance and already tipped off, she got all the old ladies together to get to work on preparing the mountain of food she’d sent Jekyll and Hyde out to pick up.
To begin with, I had no idea why we were cooking in such copious amounts, but as people began to arrive, it started to make sense.
Sam put the sweet butts to work tidying up, helping the prospects get cots set up in the habitable suites at the top of the compound. Showing her aptness to be the president’s wife, she took no shit at all from the whores, who complained loudly that this wasn’t what they were there for. But as the new bikers started to ride in I could see them eyeing them up, knowing they’d be working hard tonight. That could have been me. The thought gives me chills. How could I have ever thought I could become one of them?
As each new biker gets off his bike my heart begins to beat faster. My hands so sweaty I drop a plate.
The smashing of porcelain makes Sam look at me sharply, a look of understanding on her face, “Ella, do you want to go back to your suite?”
Shit. I thought I’d hidden my rising panic better. I cast a quick look around. Bikers are already three-deep at the bar ordering drinks, and the air seems full of the that scent which so affects me. Rowdy voices speak loudly, bursts of laughter are roaring out. The combination of sight, sound, and odour making my head spin. Suddenly I feel Sam’s hand on my arm, fingers holding me tight as though stabilising me, anchoring me to the present. This isn’t the Rock Demons’ club.
I eye the food, still only half-prepared. Jayden’s doing her part, she’s laughing at something Carmen has said. I can’t leave them to do this alone. I’ve got to be stronger than this. Before it would never have worried me.
As I give a little shake of my head, Sam increases the pressure in her touch. “Stay close to me, Ella. But there’s no need for worry, they’re all Satan’s Devils. They’re not like those bastards who hurt you.”
Sophie hears and comes over. “These men, Ella, they went out on a limb for me. Gave their backing to the club to protect me. As Sam said, they’re not like the Rock Demons. Sure, they’ll fuck the whores, but they will respect the old ladies.”
The words should give me comfort, but I’m not wearing a patch. Only my loose-fitting jeans and baggy top making me stand out from the sweet butts.
“Come, let’s start taking out the salads,” Sam announces, then laughs. “Though I’m not quite sure why we bothered with them. Reckon this lot will be more the carnivore type.”
Going out the back of the clubhouse isn’t much better. Men have spilled out here too, and are lounging around. Fire pits are burning and grills are heating. Trestle tables have been set up to hold all the food. I stay close to Sam and help her get things ready.
As I carry out the prepared bowls I feel eyes burning into me, but no one approaches other than to throw us nods of appreciation, which I hope is because we’re carrying food.
The whores are preparing to do work of a different kind, Jill’s already sitting on a stranger’s lap, Paige and Diva have been commandeered by a couple of men, and Ally and Pussy are flirting with a tall man sporting bright ginger hair. When his eyes land on us, he gives a wide grin and begins to saunter across. I start to tremble, but he ignores me entirely, going on past and approaching Sophie, who I hadn’t realised was behind me.
“Hey, Sophie girl. You’re lookin’ fuckin’ great!” To my surprise, he swings her up into his arms.
“Red! Put me down.” She flails her hands and pretends to beat at him as she laughs. Feet back on the ground, she pulls down her top which had ridden up. “It’s good to see you. How are things in Vegas?”
As they wander off chatting, I let out my breath.
“Come on, let’s bring the rest of the stuff out.” Sam encourages me to get going again.
Before I can move I hear a squeal of childish laughter, and to my horror see Amy run straight into the legs of a dour looking man. The beer in his hands sloshes over the top of the bottle. As Jayden runs up to rescue the child I feel a wave of terror, expecting him to react with violence. I’m too far away but nevertheless force my feet forward, my one desire to protect both young girls.
To my surprise, the man chuckles with laughter, reaches down and puts Amy back on her feet, and then winks at Jayden. Without a word, he turns back and starts talking to his brothers again. Amy flies off in another direction, with my sister tearing after her. She’s looking so young, and the men seem to view them with nothing more threatening than amusement as they pass by.
Remaining concerned for them, I watch as Amy runs toward the swimming pool, and I’m pleased to see Jayden catch up and pick up Heart’s giggling daughter before she gets too close. But that draws eyes to well-muscled men stripping down to their boxers—and oh my God, one’s taken everything off. I turn abruptly away and only hear the splash as he jumps into the water to cool off. But I can’t resist sneaking a peak—he’s not the only one to bare all. And, by the side of the pool I see one man removing a false arm, and another a prosthetic leg.
Sam sees where I’m looking. “Enjoying the view?” She nudges me with a laugh. Then she notices where my eyes are focusing. “Many members are vets,” she starts to explain, then gives me a sharp look. “They join the club as it replaces the camaraderie of their units. Some injuries you can see clearly, but others? Not all wounds are visible.”
There’s a lot of truth in her words. Perhaps the men who join the Satan’s Devils are different to those at the club where I was abused.
Even that thought doesn’t stop me worrying. As more and more men pile in, my anxiety deepens. I don’t want to desert the others, but I’m not sure how much longer I can stay. It would just take one to overpower me.
Just when I think I’ve reached breaking point, and am standing in the kitchen trying to pluck up enough courage to take the next load of food outside, I see a face which has me exhaling with relief. Slick’s back.
He immediately sees how difficult this is for me and takes me outside, somehow finding a quiet corner away from the rest. And then he kisses me. Properly.
Oh God! He’s claimed me as his old lady, but odd to say we’ve never had even this intimacy before. It’s strange to admit he’s lain beside me for nights but the most we’ve ever done, and even then I’d only need the fingers of one hand to count them, is enjoy a brief brush of our lips.
As our mouths caress and at last I get a taste of this man, I wonder why on earth I’ve held out this long. He doesn’t push me, doesn’t trap me. It’s me who’s holding on to him, my fingers digging into his arms. I could pull away at any time. But I don’t want to. It feels no one’s ever kissed me like this before, and when his tongue sweeps inside, tentatively I slide mine around his.
He ends the kiss before I’m ready. I open my eyes as his mouth brushes over mine one last time. As I smile up at him in wonder he hands me a package. Opening it up, I spy something inside. I can hear him talking, but my heart starts to pound as I hope my suspicions are right. My hands shake as I pull out the contents. It’s a leather vest, tailored for a woman. Impatiently I turn it over. The patch on the back reads ‘Property of Slick’.
It’s a property patch.
Immediately knowing what it means, wearing this I won’t have to worry. I’ll be protected, everyone will see I belong to him. And while it will prevent strangers propositioning me or muddling me up with the whores, there’s a much deeper reason why I’m so happy to receive it. I understand the immensity of the step that I’m taking, and there’s not one doubt in my mind. I’m committing to him. My head knows it’s time.
Pausing only for a brief second, I slide on the soft leather garment.
I hear his intake of breath, and then he tells me, “You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine,” I reply, knowing this works both ways.
He reaches out his hand and lightly touching my chin, turns my face toward him. After looking into my eyes he gives a small, knowing nod. The hundreds of bikers around us seem to disappear. All I can hear is the blood rushing around my head, all I can feel is the hard, eager length of him pushing up against me. The only scent I can smell is that of my man. The only sight I want to see is him naked. What?
The thoughts in my head come as a total surprise. That kiss just a taster that’s awoken my dormant appetite, and the cut that he’s given me showing his commitment. Sensations begin, feelings I hadn’t dreamed I’d ever experience again. His touch brands me, goosebumps rise on my skin. I feel alive. My eyes open in amazement, and my cheeks flush.
His hand drops from my face and wraps round my fingers. He gives me a full blast of his beautiful smile, and his blue eyes gaze intently into mine. Something he sees then makes him inhale a deep breath. “Are you ready, Ella?” he asks so softly, so gently.
I have no doubt as to what he’s really asking, and with only a slight hesitation the answer comes to my lips, surprising even myself. “Yes.”
“Come.” His voice rasps as though it’s an effort to speak.
“What about Jayden?” For a second I’d forgotten about my sister. How could I do that?
Slick looks around, and then points over to a grill manned by Dart, who’s started serving food. Jayden’s sitting at a picnic table nearby, helping Amy eat her burger.
Dropping my hand momentarily he cups his palms around his mouth and whistles loudly, then shouts, somehow making himself heard over the voices nearby, “Dart! Keep your eye on the girls.” He indicates my sister and the child, and Dart nods and yells back, “Sure thing, Slick.”
My cheeks redden at his knowing wink.
He doesn’t tug me away, doesn’t act like a caveman dragging me to his home in the rocks. He takes my hand once again and raises it to his lips, the promise in his eyes setting me alight. “Any moment, Ella. Any fuckin’ moment you want to stop you just say the word. Okay? I’ll be content if we just fuckin’ kiss.”
His promise gives me the confidence to walk with him up through the compound. But my bravado starts to ebb as we reach his suite. What if he can’t help but be rough? What if he hurts me? What does he expect from me?
Unlocking his door, his hand on my back pushes me gently inside. Then he turns me to face him and again raises my head so I’m forced to look into his eyes. I freeze. I can’t do this.
“Trust me, Ella?” He runs the palm of his hand over my cheek. “I will never hurt you. Never push you further than you want to go. I meant what I said. You can stop this at any time. Right now if you’ve changed your mind. I’m not gonna force you. We’ll go back, sit with Jayden and the girls.”
I’m standing rigid as a rock, my muscles just won’t relax. But when I don’t tell him I want to stop, he reverently removes my cut, folding it and placing it over a chair. And then he does the same with his.
Reaching back, he grabs hold of the neck of his tee and pulls it off over his head. Widening my eyes, I study him, seeing his naked chest for the first time. With a flick of my eyes toward his face, seeing nothing to threaten me there, tentatively I place my hands on his firm torso, feeling his well-defined muscles rippling under my touch. His sharp intake of breath encourages me on, and he stands unmoving as I find myself tracing tattoos I’ve not been able to examine before. My fingers touch his nipples, and they harden, and my body responds, revelling in the control I have over him.
“My turn?” he asks breathily.
It’s phrased as a question, a request for permission, so I jerk my head.
His hands are shaking as they reach down to the hem of my baggy, unattractive top as he slowly bunches the material and gently drags it up. His own uncertainty gives me more confidence, so when it catches on my hair I give him a little assistance, and then I’m standing there in my plain white functional Walmart bra.
I wait for him to discard that too, but he leaves it for now, another wave of relief at the sign he really is going slow. His eyes flare as they settle on my still covered breasts. Mimicking my actions, his hands explore, touching me so gently I hardly feel his fingers trace my collarbone, and down over the top of my bra. Even through the material my nipples start peaking.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathes. That he likes what he sees helps my confidence build.
Then trailing his hands down, leaving my body for a moment, he undoes his button and his zip, toeing off his boots as he does so. I hear a clomp as they’re kicked away.
I watch, holding my breath as he pushes his jeans down, revealing his large, swollen appendage pushing at his boxers.
He’s scrutinising me carefully as he undoes my own jeans. Copying his actions, I toss off my sandals. He folds to his knees as he pulls my pants down my legs, exposing me to him inch by torturous inch. And then I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my simple and unattractive underwear.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” Returning to his feet, he glances up at my face, his voice husky as he continues, “You’re everythin’ I expected and more, Ella.”
I’m still standing stiffly, my breaths coming fast. I trust him and I don’t, both at the same time. My eyes squeeze shut. I want to see him, and I don’t. I start to tremble.
“Open your eyes, Ella. Look at me. I’m here. No one else.”
The calming tenor of his voice makes me obey to see him back on his feet, standing in front of me. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, seeing his brow creased in worry.
“We can stop now. I don’t want you to be afraid.”
I don’t want to stop. It’s difficult to get my voice to speak, so I show him in another way, stretching up on tiptoe to put my lips against his. A soft growl comes from his throat as he presses his mouth to mine. As his tongue probes I open, and he sweeps inside. I already know I love his taste, and wanting more, move forward, causing our naked skin to touch, and his hard erection to press against my stomach. A twinge of arousal hardens my nipples even more, and a zing travels down my spine to my clit—a feeling of arousal I’ve been missing for some time. It’s only now I start to believe I might be able to follow this through.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he takes control. I moan as he deepens the kiss, ravishing my mouth, but in such an erotic way. As our tongues slide and dance my arms come around him, holding him to me. I try to tell him everything with my caress—that I love him, that I want him, that I’m not certain I can allow him so close.
Once again, he’s the first to pull back, his lips gradually drawing away, his eyes opening as he stands back. As he brushes his hands up and down my arms he leaves tingling in their wake.
“I love you,” he tells me. “Don’t know when exactly, don’t know how. But you mean the world to me, Els. You knocked me off my fuckin’ feet.”
He speaks so intently I have to answer back. Like him I don’t know how it happened, but I know it’s true. “I love you, Slick.” I wouldn’t be trusting him this much if I didn’t.
He closes his eyes briefly before opening them again as if he hadn’t been expecting my return declaration—and truthfully it took me by surprise. But the words I’d uttered were true. How could I not feel that emotion for the man who’s given me so much?
Now he’s gripping my arms lightly and pushing me back toward the bed. I make no move to stop him, made confident by knowing I could do so if I wanted with just one word. When my knees hit the edge, he applies a little pressure to my shoulders and I sit.
Sinking to his knees, he reaches for the clasp of my bra, pausing to give me a chance to object. When I say nothing he unclasps it, and my breasts are allowed to fall free. Just the sight of him staring sends a shiver through me.
His eyes narrow as he sees it. “Alright?”
I just nod to confirm I’m doing okay.
He smiles, then requests, “Up.” He prods at my hips.
Shakily I rise, letting him pull my underwear down and off. A hand to my chest, and I’m lying flat on the bed, my feet on the floor.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” He reassures me again.
Knowing he can see me, all of me, excites me. My evidence of my arousal floods between my legs. Thank God! I didn’t know if I’d be able to respond.
And then he’s touching me, there. Gently parting my labia, and oh so softly his finger is touching me. Unwittingly I squirm, but it’s not to evade his touch.
“Gonna taste you now.”
Without pausing he lowers his head, swiping his tongue and lapping at my essence. My muscles tense, but not from fear, and instead feelings I’d thought I’d never know again sweep through me, the involuntary responses of my muscles, my stomach starting to clench. This is nothing like the selfish painful touch of my rapists. He’s treating me like fine china, as though I could break.
He prods at my opening with his tongue, a glorious sensation which increases my moisture. Fingers circle my clit, making it tingle and spark. With his other hand he toys with my breasts, lightly pinching and tweaking one nipple then the other, causing tremors down my spine, and that bundle of nerves to throb.
“Fuck, Ella. You taste so fuckin’ good.” He raises his head to speak, the vibration of his voice and his hot breath makes me writhe and push up to him.
It might be that it’s him, it might be that it’s been so long, but my body starts to tighten as my orgasm approaches, fast. He notices and doesn’t disappoint, nor keeps me hanging. His fingers and mouth work, expertly playing my erogenous zones until I’m trapping him between the taut muscles of my thighs. My head twists against the bed, my fingers grasp the sheets, and I’m going, I’m going… I come. Hard. A scream of pent-up elation escapes my mouth. He licks gently, circling, bringing me down, lifting momentarily when oversensitivity makes me want to evade his touch. And then he’s back there, making me peak once again, strong contractions making my muscles ripple.
My pussy feels empty, I want him inside. “I need you, Slick.”
Strong arms reposition me on the bed, my head on the pillows. Reaching across to the table he opens a drawer, pulling out a condom. Sliding off his boxers his large cock bobs free. He’s as big as his bulge had led me to believe, and I lick my lips in anticipation, and then with concern as I see the Prince Albert piercing on the tip.
“You’ll love it,” he assures me when he sees where I’m looking, and for some reason I blush.
Then I can’t tear my eyes away as he sheaves his big dick. I notice his own hands are unsteady as he smooths the latex down.
Then his eyes meet mine, his pupils already dilated, the dark orbs full of promise.
Gently he bends up my legs, making a cradle for his crotch in between them. He covers my body, one arm bent to support him, the other guiding his cock to my opening.
I grimace and flinch as he starts to press inside.
“Relax, darlin’. It’s me. Stay with me, keep lookin’ at me.”
I do my best, and the tip of his hardness invades me. I’m so wet he slides easily in. I keep watching him, his brow furrows, his teeth clench as he pushes in so slowly, backing out then forward again, using the tiniest of thrusts. Now with his weight on his elbows beside me, I see his muscles quivering and know he’s holding himself back.
With small advancements, he takes his time to fill me, the slow, careful movements alighting all my nerve endings, that piercing, although muted by the latex, rubs me in the right spot.
When he’s fully seated, his mouth twists in a smile. “Fuck, Ella, you fit me like a glove. Think you were fuckin’ made for me.” His face contorts with the effort of holding himself back. “Ain’t gonna last long, darlin’. You feel too fuckin’ good.”
What woman doesn’t like hearing how much she’s pleasing her man? I clench down on purpose.
“Fuck, Ella. I’m gonna move now.”
Again I tighten my muscles, which encourages him to start a slow, steady pace. He feels amazing, probably the largest cock I’ve ever had, and that piercing is hitting me in all the right places. I watch his face and its range of expressions, his lips purse as he keeps up that relentless but controlled tempo, his cock sliding into me, out, and then in again. There’s a fire starting to build inside me. I take in a deep breath, then can only manage short pants as he reaches his hand down and strums my clit with his fingers. My stomach muscles contract, sending ripples through my pussy. I see stars in my head as he gasps aloud.
He quickens his strokes.
When I shatter, he stills, then with short jerks reaches his completion with a satisfied shout.
He stays inside my body and lowers his lips, taking mine in a ravishing kiss. Then as his cock slips out he rolls to his side, gathering me up in his arms.
“My ol’ lady. Mine,” he declares. “Fuck, Ella. Darlin’. That was worth every fuckin’ moment of the months I had to wait.”
I’ve no energy to move, I feel like I’m floating. I close my eyes and bury my face in the warmth of his chest.