2. Raker
CHAPTER 2
Raker
A s the Saints Prez, when I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed, and the brothers immediately moved to direct the rest of the hopefuls outside.
Testing stopped when I wanted it to, and right now I wanted nothing more than to take sweet little Sunni again.
A few brothers flashed curious glances at me, but most of them were deadpan. I haven’t ever let a whore stay in my bedroom before, let alone a little thing like her that I just met.
“What do you mean?” Sunni asked me tremulously.
Her eyes were still glazed over, and her pink mouth hanging open, but even being thoroughly fucked is no excuse for not obeying me. My word is law around here.
I pointed in the direction of my quarters as President. “Put your things in that room and don’t make me ask you anything twice again, or I’ll assume you want to be let go.”
Sunni nodded and picked up her backpack.
“Cousin, you’re not going to let her have a chance to serve the rest of the brothers?” Apostle asked as she went nervously into my bedroom. I can tell she wanted to look back to confirm my order, but she didn’t.
Good girl. I like good girls who obey.
Apostle had his hands respectfully palm to palm in front of me, as he flicked an eye back at where Sunni had just disappeared into my bedroom.
I raised an eyebrow. “I just said she’s staying in my room. Something wrong with your fucking hearing? That means she’s mine for now. I’ll tell you when she’ll be let out.”
Apostle is my cousin and a vested member, and the Saints are everything to me. He knows his place.
However, I don’t think I quite fucking liked the look in his eyes.
I didn’t get to be the Saints MC by ignoring even a flicker of disrespect.
“Is there a problem?” I asked, and a few brothers turned their heads around.
“Nope, Prez, no problem at all. Praise to the Elders for a successful testing day.”
Apostle is no fool.
I nodded, then headed to my room.
My own quarters as the Prez are big, with dark wood and big windows. A lot of people find this kind of view frightening, but I like looking out over the brutal, dry desert plains outside. It’s a good reminder that everything I have, I earned with dark brutality, and it can all be taken away if I relax my grip on the Saints.
Sunni is standing indecisively at the edge of my bed, one hand twisting in her skirt. She looks very young and scared, and I wonder what on earth fucking possessed me to offer her my bed.
I don’t particularly like women
I don’t need their company or their companionship beyond the willing use of the warmth between their legs.
But I don’t send Sunni away.
“You can leave your things here,” I said.
I pointed to the closet. “There’s space in there and space in my bathroom. You have the run of my quarters. Take a bath whenever you want. Put your shit all over the bathroom counter.”
I looked at her narrowly, wondering if she knows what a rare fucking privilege this is. How the whores out there would kill for this privilege. But Sunni’s only looking at me with wide, trusting eyes.
“But there are a few rules.”
“What are they?” she asked, her eyes even wider this time.
Unusual color, really. At first I thought they were just brown, now I see there’s a warm gold in there too.
“I get total freeuse of you. Whenever I want. Your whole body belongs to me. Every inch of you does. Do you agree to that?”
She nodded eagerly. Too eagerly really.
I can feel my cock twitching again.
“Why—why did you choose me?” she asked, with her head cocked, curious like a little bird.
“I liked you,” I said impatiently, putting a hand on her chin and turning her head back and forth.
It was something about how Sunni had fucked me.
She hadn’t been the most beautiful woman there. Hell, there had been several hotter women, and I hadn’t even made it through the line yet.
But there was something about Sunni. There was something in how she had fucked me. Something in that way she had bit her lip, almost like she was too shy to come, didn’t want to come, but she had come anyway.
I felt her body buzzing, like it would respond to my every command, and I wanted to test it out.
“Well, then, on your knees on the bed for me,” I said. “I didn’t get enough yet.”
She hopped up on the bed.
“I like your room,” she said, rubbing her hands together, like she was nervous. “This is a cool view.”
I usually had very little use for women. Beyond fucking them, I didn’t share my space with them, but I smiled at this.
She was a funny little thing. It was an amazing view, though.
Of course, I would have to spend some time with my wife in our home when I got married, but marriage was for business, not pleasure.
Sunni was different.
She was here for my pleasure.
“Clothes off,” I added sternly, and she hastened to obey me, pulling at her clothes, then wriggling the little black dress over her head.
Lust gathered on my skin as I put my fingers on her back.
She was panting already, her back arching like a cat at my touch.
So responsive
And so natural, too. She wasn’t performing. She was innocent, sweet. I felt myself wondered if she’d left a boyfriend behind to be a club whore. Girls often did.
“Have a boyfriend?” I asked as I unbuckled my pants, pulling her back so I could tip her hips up and see her pussy. It was pink and a little puffed-up and I wanted to see it even more swollen with pleasure.
“No, no, of course not,” she said breathlessly.
My cock was hard and I brought it out, running it down her ass and just circling her desperate little pussy.
Sunni made whimpering noises, wiggling her hips like she couldn’t wait.
“Patience,” I ordered, giving her ass a little spank. “Stop wiggling.”
Once again, she obeyed me, but this was even more erotic, as her body was just vibrating with anticipation.
I examined her from the back. That long thick hair, perky little tits, perfect round ass. Usually my taste ran to curvier girls, but her body was still nice, and what was even nicer was how eager she was to please.
I spread her as wide as I could and I hesitated with my cock right at her entrance.
“You want this, Sunni?”
“Yes, oh yes, please, I want it.”
“What would you do to get it?”
“Oh, anything you want, Raker,” she breathed, and I saw her hands with those pink nails dig into the bedsheets.
“You’re a good girl,” I said, ripping open another condom and then pressing my cock inside her tight channel.
She moaned wantonly as I stroked in and out of her, and I could feel with pleasure that she was almost at the brink again.
I reached to the front and began to circle my finger around her clit.
Her thighs started trembling underneath mine as my body massively dwarfed hers, and I could tell she was fighting against her own orgasm, trying to lengthen it out.
“Never seen a girl like you in the whore line,” I chuckled, but Sunni stiffened and then let out a low, almost pained whimper of need.
This was an even more pleasurable reaction, and I said something similar, just a random compliment to see what it did to her.
“ The most special girl I’ve ever seen .”
Sunni came immediately, her whole body shaking, loud cries of pleasure spilling from her throat as I felt her cunt tighten around my cock.
I emptied my balls into her with a grunt.
Funny little thing, how she was so responsive when I had said those things to her. Hell, it seemed like she’d do anything as long as I slapped her ass and told her she was special.
It could be amusing. I’d keep her in my room as long as she didn’t give me any trouble.