Lucy

 

I didn’t expect Blade to be waiting for me when I got off of work and came back to the clubhouse. I had expected another night like the first one. I expected someone to prepare dinner for anyone staying at the clubhouse for the night. Carla had told me it was a pretty normal occurrence for the members of the MC to have dinner together. It wasn’t a big deal; usually, it was whoever was able to make it or happened to be hanging out. They were a very communal group.

 

I was glad to see him. It felt like it had been forever since the last time I saw him, even though he had only dropped me off the day before. We had been in pretty constant contact since I walked into his strip club that night. Plus, he was responsible for getting me the job with Robby. I wasn’t worried about how he’d earned his name when I saw him. I was just happy to be back with him.

 

Dinner was fabulous. We went to a nice restaurant, one of the highest rated in the city. We sat at a small round table covered in a white cloth. The place was brightly lit, and everything seemed to sparkle, like we were at the grand ball in some fairy tale where the prince swept the maiden off her feet.

 

I was certainly being swept off of mine with fine dining and how much Blade cared for me. He was doing more than just taking care of me. He was trying to make me his. Of course, I was reluctant. I had felt myself becoming too close to him already. And he was very persistent in his offers to help me, but more and more it seemed like he was helping me to help me, unlike the men in my life who tried to control me when I stepped out of the lines they had drawn for me.

 

After dinner, on the way back to his place, I brought up my appreciation again. I had thanked him before, at the restaurant, for everything he’d done for me, but I felt it bore repeating. I wanted to take some time to think about everything he had said. As much as my heart leapt in my chest for him, I didn’t want to move too fast.

 

Yes, we’d slept together. Yes, we’d spent the night in the same bed several times. Yes, that was confusing, and that made me want to take a step back to analyze what I was doing. I didn’t want Blade to become another Dylan. I also didn’t want to be the one moving too fast when it turned out that he was just trying to help me get through a rough patch. When he asked me be his old lady and offered to help me with school, it was everything I could do to keep from jumping across the table and letting him take me right there.

 

“I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” I told him from the passenger seat of his car. I felt like I was in another world, separated from him by such a great distance that was really only a couple of feet.

 

“Well, I meant everything I said back there,” he told me in a serious but caring tone.

 

“I know you did. But why me?” I looked out the window at the streetlights passing us by as we drove through the city at night. It was so beautiful. There were so many people out enjoying themselves and each other. So many couples! It always made me feel lonely, especially when I had a lover who couldn’t share the night with me. I hoped that if I agreed to be Blade’s, exclusively, I would have someone who could be with me even when we weren’t in bed.

 

“From the moment you walked into my office, I was drawn to you. There was something different about you, something special. When you got onstage, I was moved. Actually moved, and you see how many girls I see on that stage on a regular basis. You are a strong woman, and with the right support, there’s no telling what you can achieve. At the same time, your strength doesn’t take away any of your femininity. You are still one hundred percent a woman.”

 

His words made me blush.

 

“Are you really going to pay for me to go back to school?” I asked.

 

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll pay for you go to back and finish your degree.”

 

Blade had my back. He really had my back. If he was anything like the rest of the Vicious Thrills I had met, his support was unconditional. They all seemed like the kind of people who took someone all the way in when they took them in at all. I felt like he was trying to do the same for me.

 

I still hadn’t accepted his invitation to be his old lady. I wanted to tell him I already was. I had been since the first time we slept together. I had been denying it because I didn’t want to be anyone’s girl. I wanted to be my own, but deep down we both had to have known that everyone else was right. We were already together.

 

We pulled up to his house and got out of the car. This time, I took his hand, and I led him up to the door. I wanted to show him my appreciation for him. I wanted to show him how much I had grown in the short time I’d known him. His support was giving me a lot of new confidence.

 

Sure, I was proud, and I knew I could be stubborn when I wanted to be, but that wasn’t the same as real confidence. After the reactions of the audience at the club, I felt I had a better idea of what people saw when they looked at me. I knew I was attractive, and I was worth more than just being some married man’s side-piece. Blade’s reaction to my performance had told me what he thought of my body as well, even though he’d been reluctant to say much about what he thought.

 

On top of that, it felt good not to hide my body. It felt good to own myself. I didn’t belong to any man, and even as Blade’s old lady, I wasn’t going to belong to him. I wasn’t property, and even if I was, I was my own property. That meant I got to decide how I shared that property with others.

 

My parents may have believed that my body was only to be shared with a husband or a serious, devoted boyfriend, but if it belonged to me who was to say it couldn’t be shared with someone who had earned my trust, boyfriend or not? It had felt good to share myself with Blade without commitment. Confusing, sure, because it was the first time I had even entertained the idea of doing it that way, but it felt good nonetheless.

 

“Hey, what’s happening here?” he joked as I pulled him along behind me.

 

“I want to show you how thankful I am that you’ve been so supportive and accepting,” I answered. I was turning myself on by taking control of him and letting the rest of the evening be about my decisions. He’d probably wanted to take me inside and undress me himself, but I was taking over.

 

“Okay, okay. I’m good with that. I was thinking we needed to finish the night off with a little dessert myself,” he said, pressing against me in front of the door.

 

Our lips almost met. We were close enough to feel each other’s breath. I smiled and said, “Open the door. We can’t do what I want out here.”

 

He laughed and unlocked his front door. I pushed him through it backward so he was facing me the whole time. He was starting to grin.

 

I pushed the door closed with my foot and pushed him toward the stairs. I was in control. He wasn’t pulling me with him. I could feel his body waiting for me to tell him where to go.

 

As he backed up the stairs, I undressed him. I pulled his shirt out of the waist of his pants and began unbuttoning it, revealing his gorgeous body underneath. I unbuckled his belt as we reached the top of the stairs and made him drop his pants on the floor there, before making it to his room.

 

“Keep your boxers on,” I told him as he reached to pull them down. I wanted to stroke him through the fabric. I wanted to feel his straining erection hidden from my eyes, waiting for me to take it out for my mouth, or for my wet core.

 

“I like this version of you,” he panted as I stroked him in the hallway, pushing him back toward his bedroom door. “You’re so confident. It’s a big turn-on.”

 

“Good,” I purred.

 

As we made it into his room, I pushed him onto his back on the bed. He watched as I pulled my clothes off and left them on the floor at the side of his bed. As I revealed myself to him, I felt like I was back onstage. I ran my hands slowly over my body, sliding them up over my breasts. I cupped my soft, round tits and squeezed them for him, watching the desire in his face and between his legs. I pinched my hardening pink nipples for him and pulled.

 

Pleasure erupted through my body. It was like bolts of lightning shooting out from my nipples. I slid a hand down between my legs for him to see. I had never pleasured myself. I had never been one to explore my own body, but as my fingers passed over the delicate folds of skin between my legs, I realized it was something I needed to do, the final step of claiming my body as my own. My legs pressed together around my hand as the sudden shock of ecstasy nearly brought me to my knees.

 

Dylan and Blade had both touched me, but it felt different when it was my own fingers, my own hand, passing over my clit.

 

I stopped playing. I knew what I wanted, and it wasn’t myself. I pulled his boxer shorts down, exposing his manhood to me, standing hard and ready for me to take him inside. I stroked him with my hand. His skin was soft, though it was pulled taut by his erection. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him.

 

“Is that how you want it?” he asked.

 

“This is how I need it,” I told him as I positioned his head at my entrance. I could feel his hips pushing up toward me ever so slightly, pressing him into my lips. They parted, and I pushed myself down slowly onto his shaft.

 

Every single inch of him passed through my opening with intense pleasure. My body shook as I pressed down onto him, taking him deep into me. It was the first time I had ever taken control, and it felt amazing. I had been on top before, but not like this. This time, it was all me.

 

I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts. I made him squeeze me as I thrust myself down onto him, over and over, faster and faster. Harder each time, until I could hear our bodies slamming into each other.

 

We both panted with passion and exertion as our hips collided again and again. He grunted as he pressed his hips up to meet mine. I moaned as he penetrated deep into me. I tilted my head back and moaned at the ceiling with my hands still holding his in place on my tits. He squeezed and massaged them without my assistance, though, as I just held him in place.

 

I listened to what my body was telling me to do. I pressed down on him and started rocking my hips furiously back and forth, keeping him deep inside of me as I rubbed myself against him.

 

“I’m going to cum,” I told him. My body shook. I leaned down and put my hands on his firm chest as I continued rocking on top of him. The noises that escaped me! I whined and whimpered and moaned and cried out as pleasure coursed through my body uncontrollably. There was an electrical storm inside of me as my ecstasy grew to the point that it could barely be contained.

 

His hands had moved and my body searched to see where I could feel him touching me. They were on the sides of my face, and his lips were on mine. Our mouths were locked together and our tongues were intertwined. I moaned into his mouth as my orgasm erupted from deep within.

 

My body wanted to collapse as my hips continued to rock against him. He grabbed me and pulled me down, not letting me lose my rhythm. He worked my hips at the same pace.

 

“Keep cumming for me,” he ordered as he took me over. My body shook and shivered, and I panted with my eyes closed against his chest.

 

I felt him growing even harder, felt the tension in his cock increasing. He was about to cum. I felt him so acutely that I could almost feel his orgasm working up through his shaft. He held me down, held himself deep inside of me for a moment, pushing his hips harder and harder against me, before pulling back, pulling out of me.

 

He put a hand on the top of my head and gently pushed me down his tense, stiff body. I grabbed him and took him into my mouth, sliding my lips down his shaft, working him, pumping him with my lips and tongue until he exploded inside me. His warmth, his salty flavor, filled my mouth, filled my throat. I swallowed him as quickly as he came, each jerk of his cock filling my mouth with more of his flavor.

 

I sucked and licked up every drop until his grip on my head relaxed and I felt the tension of his body give way. I looked up at his panting face. His eyes were closed. He faced the ceiling. His chest heaved.

 

If anyone had taken anyone tonight, I had taken him, I thought. He may have wanted me to be his, but I had made him mine in giving myself to him.