Then he moved closer, his hand going for my ass to either pinch or slap.
And I was done.
So done with men thinking they could touch a woman because she was pretty, she liked to dress well to suit her style and wasn’t afraid of showing a little skin.
So done with them treating my sisterhood like disposable cum rags, like punching bags, like anything short of fuckin’ gold.
So done with all they’d done to me.
One second his hand was reaching, the next it was caught in both of mine, his arm twisted behind his back so painfully, this close to breaking, he crumbled to his knees on the ground with a shocked cry of pain.
“You touch a woman without her permission, be prepared for the fuckin’ consequences,” I shouted at him as I planted my boot in his back and tugged harder on his arm.
The bones creaked, his shoulder popped, and he sobbed out a, “fuckin’ bitch, let me go.”
“I’m the bitch?” I asked him, my outrage enflamed by my history, his face transformed into high school Rick who tried to force me to do drugs, by Cricket who tried to rape me, and the Berserker brothers who tried to claim me against my will.
I shoved him to the ground with my hands and my foot, then quickly stepped over him, boot to his tender groin, pressing hard, and the gun from my purse brandished in my hand, pointed straight at his face.
“You’re the bitch,” I told him. “Only cowards don’t ask a woman for permission ’fore they touch her.”
“Rosie?” I heard from the door and looked up in time to see Danner close it behind him.
“Hey,” I called around my cigarette still caught between my lips but droopy now. “What’s up?”
“I thought I told you to be good?” he asked, eyeing me warily as I pressed the heel of my boot harder to the groin of the man lying moaning at my feet.
I shrugged. “I was bored. Maybe a little touchy.”
“I didn’t do a fuckin’ thing,” the piece of shit biker groaned out between his clenched teeth as he writhed on the pavement under my foot.
“Rosie?” Danner asked me, crossing his arms over his straight up kickass black leather jacket. He shook his head as he pushed his hand into his thick hair and pinned me with his hard gaze. “You wanna tell me why you got that man pinned to the ground by his balls?”
“‘Cause she’s a crazy fuckin’ bitch!” the nomadic biker shouted.
I crushed my heel down on his sensitive balls as I leaned forward to bat my eyelashes at my Officer. “‘Cause he grabbed my ass and no one grabs my ass but you.”
Danner cut off his grin with his teeth. “Sweet sentiment, rebel. Appreciate it. But why don’t you let that man up now. I’m thinkin’ it’s time to go home. Go back in, tell Wrath goodbye and meet me at mine in twenty minutes.”
I looked down at the biker in contemplation then plucked the cigarette from my lips and leaned down to press the still burning tip into his thrashing neck. His skin sizzled faintly and he cried out.
I flicked the dead cig off the curb and took my foot off his balls so I could move to Danner with a big grin. “Cool, is it time for my present?”
He was hurting me.
Deliberately, calculatingly, excruciatingly.
My body was on fire with exquisite sensation, burning so hot I thrashed and moaned and begged for freedom.
But I wasn’t free.
I was bound to the four corners of the coffee table by unforgiving leather cuffs and tethered to Danner’s will by my own submission.
I would stay shackled because Danner wanted it and I allowed it.
No, I didn’t allow it, I needed it.
Just as I needed the sharp bite of strong teethed clamps at my nipples, attached by a delicate chain to the wicked looking clamp Danner held open in his strong fingers just over my swollen sex. I had his thick cock in my cunt, stretching me and rubbing me ceaselessly in short thrusts right over my g-spot, and a deliciously heavy steel plug sunk deep in my greedy ass.
He thrust forward slowly, his own teeth gritted with concentration as he spread my pussy open, pinched my clit until it lurched with each beat of my pulse and then he clamped it with that innocuous, vicious little clamp.
I screamed, thrashing so hard he had to hold me down and work hard to pump his cock into my clenching cunt.
I wasn’t body, I was electricity, humming against him, spasming like a current.
“Yeah,” my dirty Danner rasped as he reached under his cock to twist the plug in my ass in a way that made me scream again. “Take it all, Rosie. Come apart for me, let me feel your cum on my cock.”
The orgasm tore through me, devastating the infrastructure of my body like a cyclone, twisting up my thoughts until they winked into nothing, ripping sensation across every inch of my body until I was nothing but human debris.
I was still coming when he twisted and pulled the plug from my ass. When he grabbed my cheeks in one hand to tilt me up over his thighs, exposed to his gaze, to the warm coconut oil smeared across my closing hole. A mini orgasm exploded in the haze of the first when he worked his fingers in there, two then three, pumping and twisting against the hot walls of my ass until I was writhing, my pussy weeping all over his lap.
“You ready to take my cock like my good fucking whore?” he asked me, his voice like an extra finger in my ass, filling me up with his ownership.
“Yes,” I panted. “Fuck yes.”
“Good girl,” he praised as he left me empty, clenching at nothing, so eager for it I moaned and moaned and moaned until I felt the searing press of his lubed cock at my entrance.
One of his hands found my throat and pressed firmly, cutting off just a fraction of my air in a way that heightened every inch of sensation.
And then he thrust, not stopping until his balls were pressed to my cheeks, his hair roughened groin pushed up against my drenched pussy, grinding slightly against my clit in a way I knew he was going to make me come again.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chanted incoherently as my body possessed my brain, turning it base and heathen and so fucking greedy I couldn’t take a breath without wanting more from him.
“It isn’t God who owns this body,” Danner ground out, his face a gorgeous mask of stark almost painful desire. “Say my name while I fuck your ass.”
“Lion,” I panted, the word so sweet in my dry mouth. “Lion.”
“You want more don’t you my greedy little slut?” he asked.
I loved the way he called me his slut, his whore. As if I was the personification of all his dirtiest fantasies, as if only I could grant him his ultimate carnal satisfaction.
As if he knew I’d do anything to bring him pleasure.
“Yes,” I told him as his thick cock throbbed in my ass and my empty pussy pulsed. “More, please, Lion.”
“Yeah,” he drawled hot and low as he brought the hand not at my throat to my sopping cunt.
His fingers played in my cum there, smearing it from the front of my pussy to the back, just before where his hot cock filled me up. It was hot as fuck, his hand playing with the cum he’d forced from my pussy, lavishing me with my own arousal.
I shivered as an orgasm started to climb the ladder of my spine.
“Want you to take me everywhere, feel me in every inch of your body, in every facet of your goddamn beautiful soul,” he growled before thrusting his fingers into my pussy and bending over to seal his plundering mouth to mine, his hand still hot pressure on my throat.