She’d never been taught to control her orgasms, and I wasn’t of a mind to insist. Maybe someday, but we had time. Or, at least I hoped to have decades with this woman.
She danced and screamed, and asked me to help her not come over and over, with shorter and shorter times between. Eventually, I released her from the winch, bent her over a spanking bench, put the protective donuts on my dick so I wouldn’t bottom out, and fucked her hard and fast until her pussy clamped down on my dick and spasmed, and I thought I’d lose it, but I held onto my control through a dozen of her orgasms before I finally came in the condom, deep inside her, rutting hard and playing with her swollen clit to make her come even harder.
I was fading fast, so I gathered all my personal things and texted the prospect to make sure the big dungeon was cleaned before the spa opened for business. I also texted Khan so he could double-check and make sure the prospect didn’t fuck it up.
And then I once again secured the hood on Ember’s head so I could carry her back upstairs, but this time I held her like an infant. I put soothing cream on all her hurt places, put a plug in her ass with butt cream on it, set my alarm for one o’clock, made sure the blackout blinds were pulled, and fell into bed with my already sleeping swan.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ember
I don’t know why I keep things from him. He knew all my deep dark secrets now.
Well, I still had one left, and Sophia wanted me to tell him, but I was afraid to.
He loved calling me his little swanling. Would he still love me when I was a dragon? I mean, technically I’d be both, but Aaron told me the dragon generally overpowered the swan in most people when it came to temperament. Sophia hadn’t been as affected as most of the swans they’d turned, probably because as Swan Queen, the swan energy was so strong.
My swan got to come out to play more often once we moved into the biker’s neighborhood. D helped me change, and then he morphed into his grizzly bear.
I still wasn’t terribly sure about the sweetbutts, but I was used to them and the way the MC men treated them now. The club started having these competitions, and it felt like they were trying to condition the women towards pain play. When I asked D about it, he told me not to concern myself with the sweetbutts.
One night, Banshee was a little twatwaffle. I secretly cheered her on when she rebuffed Khan, and was a little surprised when he fucked Crystal instead. But when she walked away from Squatch a little later, I was scared for her. He called her back to him and ordered her to lift her skirt and bend over the sofa, but she put her hands on her hips and told him, “I don’t want to be fucked by you right now. Find someone else.”
Not only had she refused a biker, she’d refused the Sergeant-at-Arms. The guy responsible for internal discipline.
He looked around and his gaze landed on Mad Dog.
“How many licks, do you think?”
“At least thirty. Not more than a hundred, depending on what you use.”
“Oh, she’s getting the belt.”
Mad Dog shrugged. “Thirty to sixty? I’ll leave that up to you.”
Banshee crossed her arms. “No. I don’t want to...” She looked around the room, and I noted her gaze stopped at Frost and she stared a handful of seconds before she told Mad Dog. “I’ve valued my time here. I like some of you more than others, and having to fuck whoever wants me isn’t working for me anymore, so I’ll leave.”
And she’d walked out. No one moved to stop her. Dementor had told me the sweetbutts were free to leave at any time, and now I’d seen it in action. I was pretty sure she had a thing for Frost, and I’d thought he might have a thing for her a few times, but apparently not since he didn’t make a move to go after her.
Ten seconds after she left, Squatch grabbed another of the girls, bent her over the back of the sofa, pulled her leggings down to her knees, rolled a condom on, and sank into her. Some of the sweetbutts let the men bareback them, others insisted on a condom. I’d never seen a biker insist on going bare with the women who asked for condom use.
In a perverse way, I felt better about watching the sweetbutts being used and abused after that incident. I suppose it reassured me they could leave whenever they wanted.
My job was constantly changing and always interesting. I never knew how things would be with a new client, but I always looked forward to it. I now suspect that Aaron’s people were handpicking them for me in those first months, because I didn’t have to guard any assholes. The first time I did, I got a phone call from Mac on my drive to work.
“Miss Fancypants today is a Grade A Bitch. Don’t have a conversation with her. Explain the parameters and then focus on your surroundings. If you respond to her bitchiness things will go bad fast.”
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to guard someone you wouldn’t mind seeing shot in the head? Somehow, I made it through the twelve hour shift, but damn.
She was in town three days, and I focused on being the consummate professional.
I was mentally exhausted at the end of the third day, so when I’d finished my paperwork and was ready to leave the Drake offices, I drove a couple thousand yards down the street and parked in Blaze’s lot. Dementor was on the door, and he saw me before I got to the back of the line. He motioned me to him and let me in without having to wait.
“I’ve cleared it with Bobcat for you to use his office. Tell Billy what you want to eat and she’ll bring it to you. I’ll be in to check on you in about thirty minutes.”
I could’ve gone to any restaurant and had someone bring me food, but somehow, sitting in Bobcat’s office and having three huge hamburgers brought to me made me want to cry. When Dementor finally came to me, I’d finished my food and had stretched out on Bobcat’s sofa. The feline manager had come to check on me twice, but otherwise, I’d had peace and quiet and food.
Dementor eventually came into the office, but he didn’t make me talk. He lifted me into his arms and sat on the sofa with me cradled to his chest. I’d kept my bitch of a client safe for days, and it felt amazing to relax in D’s arms and let him make me feel safe and cared for. I completely let my guard down with him.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“I’m all ears.”
“When our derby season’s over, probably in a few weeks unless we get lucky, I’m going to be turned into a dragon.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dementor
I’d heard rumors that the royal couple could turn swans into dragons, but I hadn’t taken them seriously. No one can change their animal.
Only, Sophia did. She’d been born a swan and now she was a swan or a dragon, whichever she wanted to be. If Ember was telling me they intended to do it to her, I had to believe her.
“How does that work?”
“I don’t know the specifics, but Aaron and Sophia thought I needed to tell you it’ll be happening, so you have time to get used to the idea.”
“A couple of weeks to get used to the idea? How long have you known?”
“Since before I met you, but...” She sighed and snuggled into my arms more. “Please don’t be mad. At first, I couldn’t tell you because we weren’t a thing yet, and then when we became one, I worried you’d be upset I hadn’t already told you, and now I’m telling you and I should’ve told you two months ago, but I was scared everything would change.”