That was the last time, Reagan thought as she left the RBMC, no way was she going to put herself through that shit again. Part of her mission was complete, but she needed to get the last of the stuff in Mr. Taylor’s storage locker. After the attack on the Club and her brother finding her, she thought it was best to just chill for a bit and there was only one place she knew of she could stay completely off everyone’s radar.
Grabbing her phone out of her pocket, she called her best friend. It took three rings, but Suzie finally picked up.
“Hey Suz, I need a favor.”
“Sure, what do you need?”
Typical Suzie, no questions asked, just ready, willing, and able. Suzie had always been her partner in crime, best friend, and sounding board all her life, and Reagan didn’t know what she would do without the other woman.
“Any chance I could use the cabin for a couple of days?”
“Sure, but it’s been a while since I was able to go up there, the place is probably covered in dust. Do you remember how to turn on the generator and all the other stuff?”
“Yeah, I remember. Is the key still where it always is?
“Yep.”
“Okay, then. I’m going off the grid for a couple of days. If anyone asks, please don’t tell them where I am.”
“Rea, are you in trouble? Did something happen at the MC?”
“No. You know my time there was short. I just need a couple of days to lay low, and the cabin was the only place I could think of to do that.”
“Yeah, I get it. Maybe I can get Bill to let me off for a couple of days, and I’ll come up and join you. It’s been a long time since we had a girl’s night.”
“Hey, sounds good to me. After spending the last six months at the MC, I’m in desperate need of some girl time. Addy and Cinny were okay the last month or so, but it’s just wasn’t the same. If you can, don’t forget to bring the wine.”
“You got it, but, Rea, are you finally going to tell me what you were doing? You didn’t look or act the same while you were staying there. I didn’t like it.”
“I know Suz, but I can explain, and trust me, the old Reagan you know and love is still here. I just needed to be someone else for a little while. I’ll explain, I promise. I’m going to stop at the store and then head up to the cabin. Thanks again Suz.”
After getting off the phone with Suzie, Reagan went to the grocery store and then drove the two hours to get to the cabin. This place had been in Suzie’s family since the 1920s; it didn’t have electricity or even running water unless you consider the old hand pump plumbing. Regan didn’t. Thankfully though, it did have a bathroom with a working toilet one of those compost ones that campers used, it was the best solution for the problem so Reagan just lived with it because she loved the cabin. When they were teenagers and came up here, the trip to the outhouse was not a fun one.
The cabin was one room with a loft, the walls all logs. Reagan loved the feel of the place, it always made her think of home. Suzie’s family wasn’t like hers, they weren’t wealthy, but they also weren’t poor. The one thing that they did have that Reagan always envied, was love for each other. When Suzie’s parents were still alive, they spent summers at this cabin and Reagan often tagged along. They would have cook-outs, swim for hours, have campfires, and tell stories. Those times were possibly the best in her life.
She had always gotten a giddy feeling as soon as she started down the dirt road that led to the cabin and to this day, she still did. The smell, the air, everything was just better here. Someday, she wanted to own a place just like it for her own family. The one she hoped some day she would have, but chances of that now were slim to none. She needed to leave the area and that hurt. Taking these days to get her head on straight, figure a plan for the future, and say good bye were exactly what she needed.
Going inside Reagan spent the next couple of hours cleaning. Suzie hadn’t been joking, the place was dusty. Shoot, the last time she and Suz came up here had been over a year ago, and Reagan couldn’t remember if Suzie had been back by herself since. The cabin didn’t comfort Suzie as much as it did Reagan, it reminded her that her parents were gone, so it was always bitter sweet for her friend to visit.
With all the cleaning done, Reagan sat down on the old leather couch and cuddled up with an old quilt. She had poured herself a glass of wine and just wanted to put the entire last day behind her, but she couldn’t do that without thinking about Tank. Shit, the man was always on her mind, always had been. He was that one unattainable thing in her life, either he loved her or hated her, there was never an in-between with him, and Reagan was sick of it. Half the time, she didn’t know if she wanted to throw him down and fuck him or kick him square in the balls.
The last six months, being so close had been a true test of her strength and resolve. The man needed to wake the fuck up, but Reagan knew she wasn’t going to be the one to do that for him. Well, maybe in a sense, but he still had a lot of work to do. Until he forgave himself, there wouldn’t be letting anyone else in and if that person wasn’t going to be her, then she hoped she was far enough away to never witness it because it might kill her.
The things he had done and said to her both excited and enraged Reagan. Reagan had never once thought of herself as submissive. She worked hard to make something of herself and even harder to maintain that status. She had dual degrees in accounting and business. Even graduated at the top of both her high school and colleges classes. In the work place, she commanded and received respect from both her bosses and coworkers. But one second around Brayden and she was willing, craving, even falling to her knees to do anything and everything he asked.
What she couldn’t figure out was why. Reagan had other boyfriends and never once did she take the submissive role, sexually or otherwise. Hell, half the time, she had to tell them what she wanted or needed, and even then, the experiences were less than mediocre.
With Tank, he put his hands on her, and she spontaneously erupted. Her pussy would instantly soak, the tingles would start in her body, sending tiny electrical shocks straight to her clit and nipples. Then he would start to whisper in her ear all the things he wanted to do her, tying her to his bed to spend hours licking and kissing every part of her. Stripping her bare and fucking her up against the wall hard, fast, rough. Bending her over the pool table in front of the entire Club and fucking her senseless, so that everyone would know she was his.
It never stopped, every day the man would torture her. She both loved and hated it because she knew the words he was saying would never come true. He told her the very first day he would never fuck her, never make love to her, and definitely would never sleep with her. She was property, and assets only got what the owner deemed them worthy of, and to Tank, she wasn’t worthy. That sucked because he also did other things like fuck the other Puppets and hanger-on’s in front of her, the entire time staring right at her, taunting her with what she would never have because of what she had chosen.
It was a cruel, heartless game, but Reagan had been the one to accept it, so she lived with it. She also knew that Tank’s form of punishment wouldn’t hurt her half as bad as it would someday hurt him. That was the other reason she accepted his actions. Tank felt things deeply, always had, and the next few months were going to be very hard on him. Some people from the outside looking in would think she was a doormat, but she wasn’t, she just didn’t want to hurt him anymore than he’d already been hurt. His demons were fierce; Reagan hoped someday he would find someone who could help him banish them. She had once wanted to be that person, but knew now that wasn’t possible. She would always love him, she just couldn’t do anything more for him, now it was up to Tank to figure out his life. Reagan fell asleep exhausted both physically and mentally.
Reagan had felt his heat before she felt his touch. Tank, damn, the man did things to her that no one else ever could. When he touched her, it was like getting hit by lightning. Her nipples instantly went hard, her breasts felt heavy, and her pussy dampened. Hell, the greedy little bitch practically gushed.
“Do you like what you see, baby girl?” He said running his nose along her neck. “Is it turning you on?” Reagan could only moan and nod because the scene playing out in front of her was hot, but the man behind her was what was really turning her on. His voice, his body, hell, the hard length of him currently pushing into her ass, she craved it all. His lips so close to her ear, damn, she could feel her pussy pulse with every dirty little word he said. “Watch, Rae, watch him take her, that could be us.” His hands were roaming Reagan body, working it like no other, never staying anywhere long enough to get what she really needed, to fly.
“Do you want that baby girl, me to take you here where everyone can see? To bend you over the pool table and drive my cock so far up in you that we will become one?”
Her breathing hitched. Damn, she did want that, she wanted Tank to drive into her hard and fast. She wanted to feel his possession of her body for days, hell, weeks to come. Reagan felt his hands moving down her sides, and she held her breath, would he? When his fingers scraped at the end of her shirt, she wanted to beg and plead, please, but she kept quiet, letting him do what he wanted to her body.
She felt his hand curl around her thigh, pulling it away from her other leg, opening her up to whatever his devious mind had planned. Letting her head fall back on his chest, she opened herself for more of his lips and tongue. It felt so good. Turning slightly, she whimpered, hoping, praying that Tank would know what she needed.
“Ah, baby, you want my kiss, you want to feel the way I will take you, consume you?”
Reagan couldn’t hold back, she needed what he was offering
“Please, Tank, kiss me,” she begged.
He gently took her lips with a chaste kiss. This was not what she wanted, she wanted more, she needed more. Reagan needed him to feel as hungry and hot as she was feeling. Taking his supple bottom lip between her teeth, she bit, reprimanding him for playing with her.
“Ah, aren’t you a greedy little wench? This happens my way Reagan, not yours. You get what I want to give you and only that. I’m in charge of when and what happens.”
Reagan felt the sting of his slap on her ass and damn if she couldn’t feel her arousal now coating her thighs.
“Please Tank Please I need...” she begged.
“I know what you need, Reagan, and you will get it when I say, not before. Can you be a good girl?”
“Yes, please, I will do whatever you want, whatever you say please just…”
“Just what, babe, touch you, kiss you?”
“Yes, please, both, just do something,” Reagan begged.
Then it happened what she needed and wanted. Tank kissed her hard, lips teeth and tongues tangled and fought. Tank pulled her hair harder, so that he could kiss her deeper, and Reagan submitted. His other hand found her core, weeping for him to caress. Pushing her panties to the side, Tank stroked and massaged her needy flesh. But he was still playing with her, never touching where she needed him most. Taunting her with what she so desperately wanted. Reagan ground her ass back trying in vain to give as good as she was getting, torturing him like he was torturing her.
“Ah, ah, ah, baby girl, you weren’t listening. You only get it when I say, not a moment before you give in to me, give into the pleasure you know I can give you. Only then will you get what you want.”
“I will, I promise. Please Tank.” Without warning, Tank thrust his finger into her…