Jessamy Chapter 14
When I heard yelling outside, I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears when I came out and witnessed what was happening between Mace and Christie. Having to get ahold of her so she wouldn’t hurt him was an automatic response. The bitch was lucky all I did was pull her hair. Watching the prospects drive off with her trussed up in the backseat like a calf amused me. However, she was gone, and I was back to focusing my attention on my man. When he sent the text that he was almost home and wanted me naked so we could have drunk sex, I’d been more than okay with it. I wasn’t drunk, but I was feeling tipsy. Luckily, I hadn’t stripped before I heard the commotion.
I grinned the whole walk to the house. The teasing from his brothers and friends made me snicker. They were funny. Mace thought he had to explain or appease me, I guess. We were close to the house when he spoke again.
“Baby, you know that I would never touch her or any other woman, don’t you? You’re the one I want. I’d never cheat on you. I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She won’t take no for an answer. She came out of the dark and started talking her shit.”
“Babe, I know that you weren’t doing anything wrong. As for why she won’t listen, she’s nuts. That’s the only reason she would act the way she did. I hope she won’t be allowed back here. I can’t see this making her stop even after she calms down.”
“She’s not coming back. After the wedding, I’ll get the club to vote on ousting her officially. Until then, I’ll make sure she’s not allowed through the gate. I can’t see the prospects letting her in, and by morning, everyone here will know how she acted,” he assured me.
“She better not. Can you imagine her doing that, and one of the kids happened to be nearby? It would scare them to death. Alright, enough. Let’s not talk about her anymore. I want to forget her and talk about something else,” I said as we entered the house.
He removed his cut and boots. I’d run outside in my flip-flops, so it was easy for me to remove my shoes.
“What do you wanna talk about?”
“Well, before all the carrying-on, I got this text from someone saying he wanted me naked and to have drunk sex with me. I really was intrigued by that idea. Although, I should warn him, whoever he is, that I’m not drunk, just a bit tipsy. I hope that’s enough to keep him interested,” I teased as I lifted my top off and dropped it on the entryway floor.
The gleam that entered Mace’s eyes told me he was definitely interested. I turned my back to him and swished my hips as I walked off. I removed my bra next. As it dropped, I taunted, “If you see him, tell him I’m waiting.”
A growl rumbled through him then he said gruffly, “You’d better get the rest off and that sweet ass in our bedroom before I rip what’s left to shreds.”
A shiver of need went through me. I heard two loud thumps of what I assumed were his boots being pushed out of the way. I took off running. I was undoing my jeans as he gave chase. I heard his deep breathing. Squealing, I shut the door to buy myself a couple more seconds when I reached the bedroom. I was hopping on one leg, taking off my pants, when the door flew open, and he came barreling in. His shirt was gone, and his jeans were undone and pushed below his ass. I backed toward the bed.
“Hurry, Jessamy,” he urged.
As I stepped out of my panties, he shoved down his underwear and jeans and stepped out of them. He hopped from foot to foot, removing each sock. I didn’t get on the bed. Instead, I stood there waiting for him to come to me. Just the anticipation had my nipples forming tight beads, and my pussy was quivering in need as I grew slick.
I couldn’t take my gaze off his cock. His cock was hard, and standing up proud as he fisted himself, slowly pumping up and down his length. I moaned when his other hand gripped his balls, squeezed them, and then let go. A smirk spread across his lips. Mace crooked a finger at me.
“Why don’t you come here and show me how badly you want my cock, Madonna? Show me how dirty and needy you can get.”
I slowly slunk over to stand in front of him. “What will I get after I show you?”
“Whatever you want,” was his answer.
Smiling, I dropped to my knees. I’d replace the image of that bunny on her knees with one he wouldn’t soon forget. I removed his hand from his cock and replaced it with mine. Rather than licking or sucking the head into my mouth right away, I painted my lips with the precum he was leaking. He inhaled deeply.
Staring up at him, I held his gaze as I licked my lips clean, moaning as I did it. Then I painted them again. After cleaning my lips the second time, I flicked the tip of my tongue out to swipe across the head, pausing to tease his slit. He moaned.
Next, I swirled my tongue around the head before licking and kissing my way down to his sac, where I sucked a heavy ball into my mouth. I took my time, no matter what I did, whether it was a lick, nibble, suck, or rake of my nails. I was stretching it out to see how far I could go before he snapped and took over.
He kept producing more of that precum I loved, and I made sure to get every drop I could. I wasn’t sure how long he held out before he grasped my lower jaw with one hand and the back of my head with the other. His fingers burrowed into my hair.
“Open up and suck it. Show me how deep you can take me and how fast you can get me to the edge. Be naughty.”
I accepted the challenge. It wasn’t long before he was thrusting his hips uncontrollably, driving his cock deep while pushing my head down on him. I gladly let him gag me. I swallowed to take him deeper, even when it felt like I might die from the lack of oxygen.
“Fuck, that’s it, Madonna. Suck my cock. Jesus, that feels amazing, baby. Swallow,” he growled.
I tipped my head back further and gulped him down. He grunted. I massaged his balls while deep-throating him. My tits were on fire, and my inner thighs were wet from the cream running down on them. I was close to having an orgasm without even being touched. I prepared myself to take his load of cum, only he suddenly withdrew. I chased his cock with my mouth, but he put his hand over my mouth.
“No. As good as it feels, and believe me, it feels amazing. I don’t want to come in your mouth, not this time. I want to fill you up in a different way.”
He took my hand and raised me to my feet. His mouth took mine hungrily. Whenever we kissed, I got lost in the sensations he made me feel and in making him feel as good as he made me. I’d been with a few men before Mace, but none of them made me experience a tenth of what he did.
His hands slid down to grip and knead my ass cheeks. I ran mine up and down his sculpted chest. I gasped when he surprised me by hoisting me up. I twined my arms and legs around him. He walked me to the bed. As he did, I moaned. His cock was bouncing with each step, tapping against my sensitive pussy and clit. When we reached it, he laid me on my back. I thought he’d go down on me. It was what he usually did, but he didn’t.
He was running his gaze up and down my body. I whimpered when he licked his lips and then tweaked both my nipples. “I love eating your sweet pussy, baby, but tonight, I want to see if you might be open to trying something new.”
“What?” I asked hoarsely.
“How willing are you to play with toys? What about bondage?”
My heart jumped. I think most women had a dildo or vibrator of some kind in their arsenal, but there were other things that I’d never tried. One guy wanted to tie me up, and I said no way. However, thinking of Mace doing it, I wasn’t scared. I was a little nervous, but that was it.
“I’ve never let anyone tie me up. As for toys, I’ve played some, but I know I’ve never gotten close to trying a majority of things. What did you have in mind?”
“And you don’t need to let me tie you up if it’s something you don’t want. If you’re willing to try more toys, I have one in mind for tonight.”
“I’m willing to try the bondage with you. We’ll just have to be careful. Those men tied me up, and I’m not sure if it’ll freak me out or not. Toys, I’m more than willing to hear what you have in mind.”
“Why don’t we wait to try tying you up? I have something I think you’ll like in the meantime. Lie on your stomach, but put those two pillows under your hips,” he instructed. He pointed to the large pillows we used as throw pillows.
I crawled on the bed, making sure to wiggle my ass as I did. I heard him groan. “I don’t have a lot of restraint tonight, Jessamy,” he warned.
“Good. I don’t either.”
As I got myself situated, he was in the bottom drawer of his stand. He had matching ones on either side of the bed. I glanced away to situate the pillows. When I did, he got on the bed. I twisted to look over my shoulder to see what he had, but he smacked my ass cheek.
“No looking. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
“You always make me feel good, Tiergan.”
“Well, then, let me make you feel even better. Close your eyes and relax.”
I did as he instructed, and then I heard what sounded like a lid snap. Next, he was straddling my thighs. I whimpered when his cock rubbed across my ass. That whimper turned to a moan as slick hands landed on my upper back, and he began to massage oil into my muscles. I hadn’t known I was stressed until he started finding those tight kinks and knots. As he rubbed, the oil heated up. Mace worked his way from my neck to the middle of my back, releasing them all. Eventually, he was rubbing my lower back.
I was a puddle by the time he shifted off me. Only he wasn’t stopping. He moved down to knead my ass cheeks. However, he didn’t keep his magical hands on them. After several passes, he spread my cheeks and slicked his fingers up and down my crack, and then teased the rim of my asshole.
We’d played a few times with his finger in there, so I was fine with him doing it again. Only that’s when I discovered the toy he had. At first, I had no idea what it was. He eased a finger inside me and oiled my asshole first. It was quickly followed by something hard pressing against the opening. I worked to relax the way I’d been taught. Something small, smooth, and round entered me. He pressed more, and another one did.
“What is that?” I asked after the third one entered me.
“It’s a string of anal beads. This is a set of ten. They get progressively bigger. The largest is an inch or so in diameter. Enjoy,” he whispered.
The pop of the beads as they entered and pushed against my sensitive nerves made me wiggle and moan. By the time he stopped, I was turned on and ready for him to take me. Except Mace had another surprise for me. I jumped and cried out when they began to vibrate in my ass. I ramped up to the pleading stage fast.
“Please, oh God, I need to come,” I cried.
“Then you will,” he said.
Moments later, I felt him probe my vaginal opening, and then he thrust his cock inside my pussy as he upped the speed of the beads. The combination of having both holes worked made me go wild, which caused Mace to let loose. In no time, he was pounding my pussy as we both raced toward what I knew was going to be a spectacular orgasm. I thrust my hips back to meet each of his forward thrusts. I came hard and screamed into the pillow. However, he didn’t join me. Instead, he kept hammering into me.
By the time I was at the pinnacle of another intense orgasm, he gave me one more gift. As I started to come, he joined me. The vibrations and the thrusts combined with our orgasms were insane and more than enough, but he had other plans. I wailed as he began popping out the beads one at a time each time I clenched around him. It sent me orbiting. By the time I stopped coming, the beads were out, and he was slumped over me. I was barely conscious. Shivers and zings were shooting throughout my whole body. I could feel them in my fingers and toes.
He laced his fingers through mine, kissed my neck, and said gutturally, “We’re doing that again.”
“Yes, we are. It’s going on my favorite list.”
He chuckled, making his cock jiggle inside me. I moaned and let my eyelids close. I just needed to rest a minute. Then I’d be able to move.
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Mace and I made love a second time during the night after that first amazing one. I was tired when the alarm went off in the morning, but it was worth it. I had to get up and make sure we had everything set for the wedding. The ceremony was at sunset, but even with all we did yesterday, there was a lot to do.
While the majority of the food was catered, some things weren’t. We had to ensure they were all ready to go when the time came. In addition, the final decorations went up for the ceremony and the reception.
They planned to exchange their vows outside under a flower-draped bower. The theme, which included many Middle Eastern touches, took time to complete. Once they were done, everyone had to get ready and in place on time. The day was exhausting, and I wasn’t the one getting married.
When the ceremony began, I was as shocked and in awe as everyone else. Mace and Arif stood up with Twisted, and Zari asked Aliya and Joli to stand up with her. Arif was doing double duty. He was walking his aunt down the aisle, which we thought was sweet.
Twisted had shocked his brothers by wearing a tux. He’d insisted that Mace and Arif didn’t have to wear one, but they did. Mace took my breath away to see how handsome he looked. Zari had gone for a more traditional Middle Eastern wedding dress. She wore a white embroidered caftan. It was gorgeous. She wore a beaded headpiece made of yellow gold and pearls on her head. Her earrings, bracelets, and necklace had the same pearls and yellow gold. Her makeup was done up to be very dramatic. Joli and Aliya were in beautiful lilac dresses.
When Arif walked her down the aisle, I swear I saw Twisted’s eyes tear up. When she was handed off to him, and Arif took his spot next to Mace, Twisted broke down and kissed her before the preacher could start the vows, which made everyone cheer. The ceremony was beautiful and included a combination of personal and traditional vows. Then, it was on to the wedding party pictures, followed by the reception.
For the reception, everyone changed into more comfortable attire. The food was great, and so was the music. When they cut the cake, they added more of Zari’s culture to it. They cut the cake with a sword. I found out that traditionally, the groom’s family provided the sword, which was passed down through his family. Since Twisted’s family didn’t have one, he’d purchased one that would begin the tradition. He claimed their son or sons could use it one day. It was wonderful how he embraced her culture.
I danced so much my feet hurt even after I changed into flats. It wasn’t just Mace who danced with me. It seemed all the Pagans wanted a turn, along with countless Punishers, Warriors, Marauders, and the Patriots. By the time the party started to wind down, which was well after the bride and groom left, I was dead on my feet. The cleanup would wait until the next day.
I barely kept my eyes open long enough to take a shower and walk to the bed. I sighed in contentment as I snuggled into Mace’s chest. It had been a magical day. I hoped one day that he and I might be up there. Although, with the work that went into it, eloping might be preferable.
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When I got up this morning, I was dreading the cleanup, but I found that I shouldn’t have. With so many hands helping, just like they did with setup, we had it squared away in no time. Before everyone began leaving for the day, a final toast was held congratulating the new husband and wife. The final set of guests, Bull and Terror’s clubs, left around noon. They’d need time to decompress and prepare for the return to their work schedules tomorrow, just like the Pagans would.
Mace and I decided to spend the rest of the day alone at the house. It gave me a chance to talk to him about Arizona. If I didn’t do something soon, my possessions would be out on the street if they weren’t already there and gone. We were out on the back patio, cuddled together on a lounger. The fall weather was beginning to make itself more known, and we were enjoying the smell and feel of it.
“Honey, I need to talk to you about something,” I said.
“Sure, babe, what?”
“Well, since it seems we’re official and all, I guess I should think about getting my things from Arizona and bringing them here. My landlord is probably packing my stuff up to throw it out as we speak. It’ll be the end of the month in a few days. He’ll come searching when I don’t pay for the next month’s rent. My deposit should’ve covered at least this month.”
“There’s no seems to be official about it. We are. As for your rent, I should’ve told you. I was waiting to do it, but then I forgot. Don’t worry about your things. They’re all where they should be, Jessamy. I made sure to pay your rent for this month and plan to do it until we have time to pack your stuff. I don’t want us going to Arizona until we know we’ve got the ones responsible for taking you.”
I sat up and stared at him in surprise. “You paid my rent? When?”
“Not long after you got here. The club was going to do it, but I told Twisted to take it out of my account, not the club’s. Wire reached out to your landlord and told him you had a family emergency, had to leave without notice, and weren’t able to communicate at the moment. He didn’t seem to care as long as he got paid.”
“Oh my God, you should’ve told me! I don’t want my things thrown away, but I didn’t expect you or the club to pay my rent. Babe, I have money in the bank. I’ll pay you back as soon as I get access to it. The clothes given to me and paid for have been more than enough. And I’ll repay everyone for those, too.”
“Like hell, you will. The clothes were gifts. As for the rent, you’re mine. My money is yours. As for accessing your money, we don’t need to wait until we move you. Wire can do it, and Twisted can get you set up with a local account where we do our business. We don’t have to go to Cottonwood to do that. I’ll ask them to do it this week.”
“First, Twisted should be allowed to enjoy his time off. They should have downtime even if they aren’t taking an official honeymoon right now. It can wait until next week. As for me using your money as mine, that means mine is yours.” I stated calmly.
“No, it doesn’t mean that,” he immediately denied.
I knew he’d react this way. He was an alpha male who, while not a chauvinist, still thought it was his job to care for his woman. It might sound awful that I didn’t totally hate the idea from the perspective that his words made me feel loved and wanted. However, I didn’t ever want him to think I couldn’t care for myself or wanted him just to take care of me.
“Tiergan, we should be equals when it comes to caring for each other. I appreciate what you did, but I can take care of my bills. Thank you for thinking of that. My head has been spaced in many ways since this whole nightmare started. I don’t want to argue about money, but I do need you to hear me and how I feel about us being equals.”
“We’re not arguing. And I don’t feel that you’re lesser than me. We can find ways to make us true partners without money being at the root of it. That shit ruins relationships, and we’re not letting it happen to us. And no one can blame you for not thinking about it after what happened. Hopefully, the men responsible will soon be taken care of, and we can go get your things packed and moved here.”
He gave in too quickly. I knew that we’d be revisiting the money issue again, but until then, I’d let it ride. His remark about taking care of those men made me mutter, “I wish I had recognized even one of those women in the group Wire gave you a while back. You’d think out of two hundred, at least one would be familiar.” I’d been excited when Mace asked me to look at the pictures, only to be let down when none of them were remotely familiar.
“I was, too. Wire sent me another batch. I didn’t want to spoil the run and wedding by showing them to you, but when you’re ready, I have more for you to look at.”
This made me twist to face him. “You do? Let me see.”
“Babe, you can take the rest of today to relax before diving back into that.”
“No, I can’t. We have potentially two enemies, counting the ones who tried to grab me at the poker run. I’m not sure who scares me more. The sooner they’re found, the better.”
“Alright, stay here, and I’ll go get my laptop. It’ll be easier to see them on my laptop than on my phone.”
He stood up and went inside. All I could do was sit there and wait for him to rejoin me. When he returned, he set the laptop on the patio table. I got up and took the seat he had pulled out for me. He brought another right next to mine for him, and then he opened the email.
The reviewing was a slow process. I made sure to give each picture a thorough look and read the names. The other women and I talked in the back of Leland’s trailer. I recalled us telling each other our first names, but we never got into last names or where we were from. It had been hard enough hanging onto our sanity without recalling our lives before we were taken. Thinking back on it now, it was stupid not to tell each other. We should’ve, in case one or more was rescued. I was far into the photos when I flipped to the following picture and gasped. Even though she was clean, her hair combed, and smiling, I recognized the young woman staring back at me. She said her name was Becca.
Reading the information Wire had on her, I saw her name was Rebecca. She was twenty years old and a college student who went missing from her campus a couple of days after I was taken. She went to school in Missouri.
“I know her! She was taken after me. I met her in Leland’s trailer. Oh my God, she’s only twenty. She was one of the ones I couldn’t get out when we stopped at the Depot,” I sobbed.
Mace hugged me close. “Baby, don’t. It wasn’t your fault. I can hear it in your voice. You’re blaming yourself. It was those bastards’ fault. You tried to free them and couldn’t. We’d be clueless that this was happening if you hadn’t escaped. Can you keep looking, or do you want to stop?”
“I’m not stopping. There could be more,” I said firmly.
I wouldn’t be weak and stop due to some remorse and tears. My heart kept pounding as I continued. By the time I was done, I recognized two more. I felt like I’d accomplished something. Mace had noted down their information. When I was done, he called Wire and put him on speaker.
“Hey, what’s up?” Wire asked as he answered.
“I’ve got Jessamy on the line with us. We’ve got something for you. I told Jessamy about the new set of pictures you sent. She insisted on reviewing them.”
“Did she recognize someone?” Wire asked excitedly.
“She recognized three of them. Their names are Rebecca, Justine, and Kaye. They’re pictures ninety-nine, one thirty, and one forty-seven. They came from more northern states, so we’ve got to expand the search into anywhere in the States during that time period.”
“Shit, that opens that up to a ton more. Okay, I’ll farm this out to the rest of the guys. Now that all the clubs’ computer guys are working on this, it’ll help.”
“But what about the Black Outlaws? I hate to leave them out there snatching up women, too,” I told Wire.
“Babe, we’re not going to let that happen. We’ve got this between me, Crusher, Smoke, Everly, Outlaw, Spawn, Beast, and Micro. And don’t forget we have Dark Patriots helping, too.” Wire said.
“Who’s Micro?” I knew the others were from the Lake Oconee Pagans, Dublin Falls, Hunters Creek, Punishers, and Marauders. I was proud of myself for remembering them.
“Oh, he’s with the Horsemen of Wrath. They didn’t get to come to the poker run and wedding. They had something unexpectedly come up of their own, but I spoke to Micro, and he’s going to help us. It seems we aren’t the only ones finding a damsel in distress. Jessamy, are you okay to keep looking through pictures? I can have more sent. If not, that’s fine. We’ve got a trail started with these three. Not sure how you got in the mix from out in Arizona, but we’ll see.”
Excitement and worry warred inside me. “I’ll look at as many as you can send. I know those women who were with me have already been sold. I want us to prevent more from suffering the same fate if we can.”
Wire sighed. “Yeah, I’m afraid they most likely have been, but we may be able to find some of them after the fact. I agree that preventing more is our task, but you’re not to blame yourself if more sell before we do. It’s an unending sea we’re battling. The various clubs have dealt with this in degrees for years before you ever came along. We’ll continue even after we take these monsters out. But we’re not going to stop it. Human trafficking, unfortunately, is never going to go away. Not when it is the most lucrative business in the world. Permanent eradication isn’t possible.”
I knew he was right, but it still made me want to cry. To battle and never win the war was beyond sickening. But if we saved even a few people from a horrible fate, then I’d count it as a win.
“I’ll keep going. Send them when you have more,” I told him.
“You got it. Another list will be coming. Let me get off here and start on these names. Thanks.”
Mace and I thanked him. Then we sat there, not saying a word, holding each other and waiting for Wire’s next email.