Mace’s Madonna (Pagan Souls of Cherokee MC #5)

Jessamy Chapter 7

My attempt to escape and hide from Mace when he came out of church had backfired. I should’ve stayed in my room and kept my mouth shut when I heard him and that bunny talking, but they’d pissed me off. The next thing I knew, I was out in the hall. Seeing her, I recognized her as the one I saw him with that night. It made my stomach clench, and my head hurt more to see them together.

I wasn’t paying much attention to their words. Her body language said she was in flirtation mode. Mace’s was hard to read. Then, when he chose to come with me and sent her off, I’d been momentarily happy, only to have her ruin it with her parting remark, reminding me that she’d been with him, probably several times. She was what Mace liked.

Now, I was in the bathroom, refusing to be a coward. When he said to change into what I wore to bed, I didn’t tell him that would require me to be naked. That was how I preferred to sleep. When it was just me relaxing, I lounged around in this tank and shorts, which were both too small for me, but they were a favorite of the ones I was given, and I hated to give them up. They might be thin and show more than I cared, but they were soft. Besides, Mace wouldn’t care what I had on. He didn’t see me that way. The old ladies were wrong. The issue in church was over something else. Maybe Hulk and him were fighting over Christie. With one final look in the mirror to ensure my face was calm, I opened the door and walked out.

I didn’t know how long I’d been in there, but it was long enough that Bones had come bearing medication. When he and Mace turned their heads toward me when I came out, their mouths dropped open. Bones was handing Mace a bottle. The next thing I knew, Mace snatched the bottle away from Bones and shoved him toward the door. He was muttering something I couldn’t hear to Bones while Bones stared back at me.

“Thanks for the medicine,” I told him.

“Anytime. You want me to stay and take care of you?” Bones asked me.

Mace growled and shoved Bones again, causing him to stumble into the hallway. A moment later, Mace shut and locked the door. When he turned to look at me, his mouth was tight. I watched as he advanced on me. I wasn’t about to back down, but he did seem upset. Why? Choosing to ignore him, I held out my hand.

“I’ll take those. I can take it by myself. Don’t let me hold you up. Church is over. The fun is about to begin soon.” I tried to keep the bite out of my tone, but it was hard.

I gasped as I was gently pushed backward. Off balance, I stepped back once, twice, and then I felt the wall hit my back. Mace was standing directly in front of me. His chest was a mere inch from mine. His blue-green eyes seemed brighter than usual. To keep him from coming closer, not that there was much closer to come, I placed my hand on his chest.

“Mace, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing? Trying not to spank your ass,” he snapped.

I was stunned at his answer. “W-what do you mean? What did I do?”

“You came strutting your ass out here in that. Your tits are practically overflowing it, and your ass has to be hanging out in the back. You let Bones see you that way!”

“First of all, I didn’t strut anywhere. Second, you’re the one who told me to get comfortable. This is comfortable. And third, Bones has seen me naked. I hardly think he was getting a boner seeing me in this! And if he did, it’s not any of your business,” I hollered.

A snarling sound came rumbling up out of him, and then I was trapped with his mouth hungrily feeding on mine. He kissed me like a starving man who’d found food for the first time in days. His hands gripped my hips to hold me there. I should’ve fought, bit him, or found a way to knee him in the groin, but the truth was, I wanted his kiss. I’d been secretly thinking about it for days. My dreams were filled with us kissing and doing so much more. They were hot, sweaty, and very satisfying.

My core throbbed as his tongue invaded my mouth. He’d started by nibbling on my lips and wiggling his tongue through the gap between my teeth. My nipples were tightening into hard beads. Little shocks of fire were radiating from them. I gasped into his mouth as his hands slid off my hips, around to grasp both ass cheeks and knead them. My body temp was climbing. I wanted my clothes off.

When his mouth left mine, I whimpered in protest. He only moved far enough away to be able to look me in the eyes. I saw desire smoldering in his eyes. His hands flexed, contracting around my ass cheeks. He shook them slightly.

“This ass is mine. I’m the only man to see it. Do you understand?”

Before I could answer him, his hands let go and slipped around to the front and up to my chest. I gasped as he captured both tits and squeezed. He was careful not to do it too hard. I was still sore from the beatings I’d taken, although I was much better. I moaned when he rubbed his thumbs across my hard nubs through the thin tank.

“These tits are mine. I don’t want anyone, let alone a brother, seeing them. These beauties are mine,” he said gruffly. I went to speak, but he shocked me into silence when he yanked my top down to expose both breasts. He groaned when he saw them. A hand gently tweaked my left nipple, making me moan.

“I knew they’d be this color, like the prettiest pink rose. I bet your pussy is the same. Christ, Jessamy, this isn’t how I wanted us to have this conversation. Cover up so I can think and talk,” he muttered hoarsely.

Even as he did, he was rubbing back and forth over my nipples. Without thinking, I cupped my tits and held them higher. His groans were loud as he lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth. He kneaded and sucked on both until my legs gave out. He had to let go to keep me from sliding down the wall to the floor.

Mace lifted me by my ass. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He carried me to my bed and placed me in the middle. He stepped away from the bed. His movement drew my attention to the enormous bulge straining the front of his jeans. Oh my God, if that was all him, and I suspected it was, then he was hung. I saw him adjust himself with a grimace.

The urge, no need to see, touch, and taste his cock was almost too much. I squeezed my thighs together to fight the burning there and the need pulsing throughout my entire body. I wanted us both naked and my mouth on his cock, his mouth eating my pussy, and then him fucking me until I passed out.

“Make it stop,” I begged.

“Make what stop, baby?”

“The burning. I hurt. Please,” I whined.

He groaned. “Jessamy, we need to talk. I can’t.”

His answer upset me. Making a growling sound, I decided fuck him. If he wouldn’t help me, then I’d do it myself. I moved one hand to cup and tug my tit while the other moved down and into my shorts to my pussy. It wouldn’t take much to get me off. I needed to come hard. Mace grabbed my wrists, preventing me from moving them. I tried to get loose.

“Let go of me!”

“You’re not masturbating in front of me and making yourself come,” he stated.

“I am if you’ll let go. Leave if you don’t want to watch. I shouldn’t be surprised. You don’t want to do anything about it. Well, I can and will.”

Suddenly, he loomed over me. He straddled my body, and his gaze bore into me like a laser beam. I shivered at the emotions and intensity I saw there. “I don’t want to? You don’t fucking know how much I want to strip you bare, eat your pussy until you scream, then do it again. After you come a second time, I’ll sink my aching cock into your pussy and pound it until we both blow. I know I’ll come harder than I ever have.”

His admission made me hornier. I whimpered at the pain I was in. I was so distressed that I did something I’d never done.

“Please, Mace, please do it. Make me come. Let me taste you. Fuck me until I scream and milk your cock until you come. Please, God, it hurts!” I moaned. Tears slipped from my eyes.

His hands gripped my face, so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Jessamy, you have to be sure. If I give us this, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine for the rest of your life. There will be no leaving. We have things to discuss. If we do this now, those won’t be covered until later. You may want to know exactly what you’re getting first,” he warned.

His words cooled my ardor but only slightly enough to formulate a few questions. “What do you mean by yours and not leaving? And knowing what I’m getting first?”

Mace pulled my top back over my tits. I thought I saw regret. He moved so he was beside me, not hovering over me. His head lay on my pillow. He turned me so we were both on our sides, facing each other.

“I came here to talk to you about this. Things got me sidetracked,” he said. That reminded me of him and the bunny. My fever cooled more.

“Then what was all that with that bunny? You said if we have sex, I’m not leaving, and I’m yours. I’m sorry, but I don’t share myself with others and won’t share my man with anyone. That there makes anything between us impossible. It’s good that you slowed things down before we made a terrible mistake.” I went to sit up, but he held me down.

“Why would you assume you’d have to share me, or I’d share you?”

I gaped at him. He sounded so sincere. “Come on, you were in the hallway arguing with one of the reasons. I know what she is. I know there are more bunnies than just her and those hang arounds. You have them all at your beck and call for sex. You and your brothers share them. What would make me any different? I’m thankful for what your club did, but I’m not going from almost being someone’s unwilling sex slave to being a less unwilling sex slave.”

He scowled at me, and he was the one to sit up. “You think we’d do that?”

“You do it to a degree already, Mace. Okay, maybe not the hangers, but the bunnies. They get protection and some support. I understand it’s to be here and available for any of you to fuck. Yeah, you’re better than the men who took me, but your bunnies are used for sex, just like those people were going to use me. I’d never know whether I was warming your bed for an hour or one of your brothers from one moment to the next. Or someone who came for a visit,” I babbled hysterically.

This wasn’t what I thought it would be. This was stirring up thoughts I had buried. He wore a thunderous expression, and I was having flashbacks to what those first two men said as they violated me, even though I knew it could’ve been so much worse. I sat up even though he was trying to hold me in place. At the same time, I vaguely heard him talking agitatedly.

“Jessamy, I can’t fucking believe you think that we’re anything like those monsters who took you. Or that I’d use you and let anyone touch you. Christ, what kind of animal do you think I am? Do you think Knight, Agony, Dare, and Twisted let anyone touch their women?” he snarled.

I tried to say no because they were their old ladies, but I couldn’t. A live motion picture was playing out before me, but it wasn’t him in the foreground. It was my kidnappers. It was Leland and what I’d heard him do to those poor women and girls. I could feel the rough fingers thrusting into my pussy and ass without lubrication, causing pain. Those hands squeezing my tits until I cried out. Their hideous laughs. Leland’s fist as he smiled and hit me. Their disgusting words whispered in my ears. I shoved at him and gasped as I tried to get off the bed. I couldn’t breathe. Something must’ve clued him in that I was in real distress because his harshness turned to concern. I felt him gripping my upper arms, though it was done gently.

“Jessamy, baby, take a breath. Come on, you can do it.”

I tried, but it was no use. When I sucked in air, it fueled a different response. I opened my mouth and let out a blood-curdling scream, one that hurt even my ears. While I knew Mace was trying to comfort me and help on some level, I was caught in a living nightmare. I screamed until I fainted. Then, it was blessed darkness.