Coming back after their ride, they had to walk by Darkness’ room on the way to their own. It looked like he’d pulled out everything that wasn’t nailed down. There were lamps, an old-fashioned landline phone, and miscellaneous junk tossed into the hallway.

“I’m going to fucking kill that boy,” Dark muttered under his breath.

Margaret grabbed his arm. “He’s just clearing out anything she might use to bonk him in his sleep. He knows what he’s doing.”

“You think?”

“I’ll slip in and check on her. Go on up and start us a shower.”

“Don’t be long.” Grabbing her for a quick kiss, he stomped off.

Knocking gently on the door, she shoved it open. Unsurprisingly, Elsie was tied to Darkness’ bed. Slipping through the door she sat on the bed beside her angry friend.

Moving a strand of hair out of her face, Margaret apologized, “Sorry that you got caught up in my mess, Elsie.”

Shifting herself to get comfortable, the pretty blonde responded with a sigh, “It’s not your fault people are out to kill you.”

“Still, this reminds me an awful lot of when we first met.”

Chuffing a laugh, her friend rolled her eyes, “This is nothing like that. Darkness would never beat me or raped me. He’s a good guy.”

“I know.” Margaret searched her friend’s face, trying to determine if she was doing as well as she seemed.

“This is just my luck. One drink too many and my mouth gets me in trouble every single time.”

“So, play nice with Darkness and get yourself back out of trouble.”

Elsie teared up, looking away, “He’s so over me.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

Just then feminine giggling came from the en suite bathroom and Margaret realized the shower was running.

“Is Darkness lending out his shower these days?”

A slight shake of her head told Margaret that the object of their discussion was probably in there with the giggler. “Fuck me. Is he actually in there with a woman?”

Before Elsie could answer, the bathroom door burst open and a laughing redhead fell into the room with a towel wrapped around her and nothing else. Darkness was buck naked.

“You taste like candy.”

Darkness replied, matter-of-factly, “Well, I should taste like whiskey as much of it as I drank today.”

Looking at the bed, the woman put a hand on her hip. “Aren’t I staying?”

“Do you ever?”

“No, but I thought...”

“Well, you thought wrong. We had some fun, now get going.”

Darkness walked into the middle of the room and continued drying off his back with a large white towel.

Margaret stared at his face. “Momma’s not very happy with you right now, Darkness. Do you have any idea why that might be?”

Drying off his chest and stomach, he moved down to his inordinately large limp dick. He was definitely his father’s son.

“I would have thought you would be thrilled. Your mouthy little friend isn’t locked in a cell in the basement with the crazy Dragonfly bitch, and I ain’t interested in having a relationship with her anymore.”

“Having other women in your room while she’s here is not cool. She doesn’t want to see that shit.”

“See the thing is, I don’t particularly give a shit what she wants. I’m a man and men get their dicks sucked around here. Besides, she doesn’t give a damn about me, and I didn’t do it in front of her, so it shouldn’t be any skin off her nose either way.”

“Darkness...”

“Amscray, you’re in my spot.”

Elsie whispered, “Just go. You’re making it worse.”

“Fine. If you need anything, just yell.”

Darkness rolled into bed naked and turned back to Elsie. “Hit the lights on your way out, will you, Mom?”

Margaret quipped, “You are pushing your luck today, son.”

Shutting the door, she couldn’t help but feel bad for Elsie. She kicked off her shoes just inside Dark’s room and headed to the shower.

“Everything okay with your friend?”

“Yep. She’s just fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. She is grieving about drinking too much today. On the upside, I got to see your son in his birthday suit and he called me Mom.”

“Christ, that boy is going to be the death of me.”

“I could see where he gets his good looks from.”

The man’s head came up so fast, it worried her. “You think my son looks good naked?”

“Yep. Not as good as his dad, but he’s not bad. He’s not fully grown yet, so we’ll have to wait and see how he turns out.”

Dark’s lips twitched upwards slightly. “He’ll grow into it. Just wait and see.”

“Nope. I’ve had about all the seeing of that boy naked that I’ll ever need. You can go check out it out and report back to me on his progress.”

“Or you could just enjoy the vintage version.”

“I plan to enjoy you for the rest of my life, baby.” Soaping up her hands, she ran then over his chest and down to his rod. “I love every single thing about your body. Know what I always wanted to try?”

“Shower sex?”

“You know me pretty well.”

“I mentioned it because it was what I was thinkin’ about, and was hoping you were too.”

“Here’s a little rule of thumb. If we’re together and you’re even partially undressed, I’m thinking of having sex with you.”

Pressing her back against the wall of the shower, he murmured, “You don’t say? That’s damn good information to have.”

“I’m sure you knew that already, baby. You’ve spent a lifetime fucking women,” Margaret retorted.

“I’ll tell you what I know. You like riding my cock and you’re about to get another chance to do it right now.”

Pulling her leg up, he lifted her until she could lock her legs around his waist. Slipping one arm under each leg, he pried her off him and put his hands against the wall, splaying her open for his cock.

“Place me, sweetness.”

Instead, she grasped his thick rod and used it to tease her moist center. “Oh, you are being a very bad girl tonight. Give your big sexy biker what he wants.”

“Beg.”

“What?” The look on his face was pure shock.

“I said, beg me. You always tease me and make me beg, so I thought it would be fun to turn the tables on you.”

“You thought it would be fun?”

“Yeah, why not?”

Grabbing her up, he kicked the shower handle and the water stopped. Stepping out of the shower, he stood her on her feet, tossed her a towel and purred, “Hurry up, sweetness. I want you dried off in less than three minutes and ready for me.”

Quickly drying off, she ran a brush through her hair and peeked out into his room. Dark was stark naked, and still damp from the shower and digging through a drawer. Without looking her way, he spoke, “Stand by the bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Biting her bottom lip, she did as he asked. Dark could pretend he was angry all night long, she knew better. Margaret found herself admiring his nice taut ass and muscular back until he turned around and caught her.

“Someone’s made of eyes tonight.”

“You got a lot of nice real estate back there. I enjoy looking at it.” Staring into his gorgeous pale blue eyes was a mistake. She should have been looking at what was in his hand.

Though his expression was blank, his eyes held an element of heat. Stepping around her, he sat on the bed. Grabbing one wrist, he began to wrap a soft band of fabric around it.

Feeling her body light up, she thrilled at the idea of being totally under his control. Unlike most of the men she had met in her life, Dark could be trusted. Letting him be the sexy domineering bastard that he was, came with all kind of built-in privileges and perks for her.

Carefully binding her other wrist with her first, he pulled her face-first over his lap, like a child about to be disciplined. Suddenly, understanding stampeded through her brain. He meant to spank her for trying to make him beg for what she’d told him was already his.

Kicking her leg playfully, she squealed, “Let go of me, you big sexy bastard. I never agreed to this.”

Giving her light smack, he retorted, “Give it rest, sweetness. You’re so excited you can hardly stand it.”

Swiveling her head around, she countered, “You forget, I’m lying across your raging hard cock. Clear evidence that I’m not the only one enjoying the hell of this game.”

“This ain’t a game, sugar. This is me, making you beg.”

“Give it your best shot. I’m not that easy.”

“First let’s get your punishment out of the way.”

Before she could respond, a sharp slap impacted against her bottom, followed by his big rough hands caressing her abused flesh. Gasping, she writhed on his lap when his fingers slipped between her legs.

A feral growl escaped from his throat when he discovered how wet she was for him. Running two fingers over her sensitive nub, he murmured. “You look really nice wearing my handprint.”

“Do you like marking me, like a savage?” The pretend indignation in her voice didn’t even sound real to her own ears, and it earned her another smack squarely on the other butt cheek. Smiling to herself, she knew that was her answer. The stinging sensation slowly ebbed away, but his hand quickly brought the sting back by rubbing over her skin lightly. God, the man was good at teasing every single ounce of pain out of his smacks. Just as that sensation started to fade, his fingers slid between her legs again. The sexy biker knew just how to touch her to bring the most pleasure.

Repeating the smack and rub with a few moments of pleasure caused a deep hard tug of need to bloom in her core. After a few rounds of his particular brand of erotic torture, it became difficult to tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Having her wrists bound only added to the feeling of helplessness.

Margaret knew what Dark wanted from her. The big brute enjoyed hearing her beg for release in a quivering needy feminine voice. After her rash words about not being easy to master, she’d burn before begging him to let her come.

Clearly not eliciting the response he wanted, Dark slid one hand up her spine and wrapped it firmly around the back of her neck. Lifting one of her legs, he slid his thick throbbing cock against her core and rubbed it against her wet clit. Knowing the thing she wanted most was so damn close and he had all the control, multiplied the need already growing at an exponential rate deep inside her overheated sex.

Bound, pinned, and riding his cock was almost more than she could stand.

“Say it, sweetness.”

“Never.” Whispering it as his rod slid right over her clit, making her buck on his lap.

Pulling her tighter against his thick cock, he murmured huskily, “Never say never, you sexy little cock tease.”

He pumped his hips, sliding two fingers inside to rub her g-spot had her on the verge of doing his bidding. Clawing at his leg she tried to get away from his sensual assault.

“Don’t know where you think you’re going, darlin’. Daddy didn’t give you permission to leave.”

Fuck, he did not just say that to her. Thrusting himself against her tender bud again, the hand on her neck slid underneath her body to tease her nipple. “Say it, sweetness. I know you want a nice hard fuck. Don’t think for a minute I won’t give it to you. If you want my cock, just say the word.”

An image floated, unbidden through her mind. It was an image of his thick cock proudly thrusting through her milky white thighs, wet and glistening in her sweet nectar. Just the thought made her mouth go dry. The man had a fucking gorgeous cock; there was no denying that simple fact.

Bending over, he whispered in her ear, “If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. I’m dying to be balls deep in your sweet tender cunt.”

Whatever hold she’d managed to hang onto, flew right out the window when those dirty words left his lips. “Please, Dark. I need you.”

His reaction was immediate. “Thank, fuck.” Grabbing her up, he turned her on his lap until her back was to him and eased her down onto his rod. Sliding them both back, her bound hands landed on the mattress between her legs. She felt stretched and impaled on his massive endowment, and it was possibly the most incredible feeling in the entire world.

She felt him leaning back on his arms. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that his face was flushed with arousal. “Your punishment ain’t over.”

Wiggling on his rod, she enjoyed the feeling of him shifting inside her. “My punishment sure feels over to me.”

“You’re the queen of smart asses tonight, sweetness.”

“I thought I was getting a nice hard fuck?”

“Maybe, but you’re going to have to work for it. Now, fuck me like you mean it.”

Realizing that she was in a very doable reverse cowboy position, she turned around quickly so he couldn’t see exactly how pleased she was with her new punishment. Drawing her legs up on the outside of his hips, she leaned forward, planting her bound hand firmly on the mattress.

“You got a real nice ass. I love watching it.”

Lifting her hips slightly, she felt him sliding through her channel. Moving up and down, she slowly picked up the pace. The position was fantastic for hitting her g-spot and that had her coming hard and fast.

From the sounds coming from behind her, Dark was enjoying every luscious stroke himself, but he wasn’t giving it up for anything tonight. She’d pounded out two orgasms before pausing to look over her shoulder at Dark again. The big biker had grabbed some pillows and had stuffed them under his head. A large hand came out, swatting her playfully on the ass. “No one said you could stop.”

“How are you holding up?”

“Having the fuckin’ time of my life. I could do this three times a day. Now, get back to work woman.”

Squeezing him tightly, she moved again. Hearing him moan like a woman was a nice little bonus. After another orgasm, Dark began losing his battle to remain still. Thrusting so hard she worried about being thrown face first from the bed had her thinking up a way to ramp up the pleasure for him. Performing the little twist they’d used before definitely did the trick. Grabbing her by the shoulders, Dark added his half of the twist and three thrusts later they were coming all over each other in a web of tangled limbs and passion.

Pulling her back to his chest he mumbled, “Best fuckin’ sex of my life.”

Turning in his arms, she shoved her still bound hands into the side of his quilted pillowcase. Rolling over on her back she flipped open the switchblade she’d found there and used it to cut her bonds. Tossing them behind her, she closed the knife again with a yawn, before sliding it back into place. “I don’t know how you can get comfortable with that in your pillowcase.”

Pulling her close again, he tucked her head under his chin. “Outlaw bikers are a strange lot. I can only sleep if I feel the protection of my blade in the crook of my neck. To me, it’s more important to be mentally reassured than physically uncomfortable.”

Wrapping her arms around him, she sighed, “That makes sense.”

Smoothing down her hair affectionately, felt nice and loving. He murmured in her ear, “Thanks for the hot sex, sweetness. You really rock my world.”

“I’m the one who should be thanking you. That was amazing.”

“Rest up and we can do it again in a couple of hours. Hearing the woman of my dreams thank me for a nice long fuck, just about makes my day.”

“You’re wearing me out, baby.”

“I’ve got good stamina for an old dude.”

Laughing, she pulled back to look up at him. “You sound like your son.”

“You got that backward. He’s the one who sounds like me.”

Cupping his face in her hands, she gave the kiss that she’d been dying to give him all evening. “Then he’s pretty lucky because you’re perfect.”