Chapter Nine
Beast
I’d forgotten about asking the Savage Knights to come.
Having Lyssa fall into my lap, and the trouble she’d brought with her, had shifted my priorities a bit.
With Tony in the wind, there wasn’t much I could do right now, and I didn’t want the club to miss out on deals I’d already put into motion.
We weren’t hurting for money, but I wasn’t about to sit on my ass and not proactively bring more funds in either.
Thankfully, Seeker hadn’t been pissed about Lyssa dropping him on his ass.
I could have reprimanded her in front of everyone, made a big show of how sorry I was my woman was out of control, but it would have been a lie.
I liked the fact she could handle herself.
As my old lady, I needed her to be strong and resourceful, and Lyssa was both.
I knew she was curious why they were here.
Since it wasn’t related to her issue, I wasn’t saying shit about it.
The Savage Knights owned a few strip clubs in Nevada and were looking to expand.
Except theirs were a little different from the one we ran here.
I wasn’t sure if Lyssa would approve. They offered certain services to special clients.
All completely consensual. The girls would never be forced to do anything they didn’t want to do, but those who wanted extra cash would have the opportunity, which also meant more money going to the club’s pocket since both clubs would take a percentage.
I’d offered to purchase a place nearby for a split of the profits. We were going in fifty-fifty on Cherry Pie, which was set to open within the next month. I’d put an offer in on the building a month before Lyssa had strolled through my door, and I’d signed the papers shortly thereafter.
Seeker would be hanging around for a little while to help get the strip club off the ground and bring in some talent.
The “gift” he’d given me had been one of their girls from back home, looking for a change of scenery.
I knew Brick had two others lined up from around here, but we needed more than three dancers.
It was an issue for another day, or better yet, one someone else could handle.
It wasn’t like I needed to micromanage my brothers.
Once I gave them a task, they knew what the fuck to do and left me in peace unless I had to sign off on something.
Which meant I should have the rest of the night alone with Lyssa.
We’d barely cleared the door before she’d started removing her shoes and clothes.
I followed the trail up the stairs to our bedroom except she wasn’t in the bed like I’d expected.
I heard the shower going and removed my clothes before heading that way.
I opened the shower door and stepped inside as she tipped her head back and rinsed the shampoo from her long tresses.
“Didn’t you shower before we left?” I asked. “Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you all naked and wet.”
“I smelled like smoke. I can’t stand cigarettes. They smell horrible, and if I die from secondhand smoke one day, I’ll come back to haunt every bastard responsible.”
Right. I’d found out the hard way she didn’t like cigarettes and I’d made sure I didn’t smoke around her.
Granted, I hadn’t realized exactly how much she hated the smell until just now.
I’d thought it was more of an irritation to her eyes since I’d seen her blink rapidly whenever someone was smoking near her.
It just gave me a good reason to quit. I’d tried before, and succeeded for several months, until I’d caved and lit one up.
I reached for her soap and decided to wash her myself.
Any excuse to get my hands on her curves.
She felt like silk as I glided my hands down her ribs, up her back, and down over her shoulders.
Cupping her breasts, I felt her nipples harden against my palms. She was the perfect fucking woman for a randy asshole like me.
All I had to do was touch her, whisper dirty things in her ear, or press my cock against her and she was ready to go.
I hadn’t lied when I’d told the Savage Knights that I was fucking lucky to call Lyssa mine.
She was every biker’s wet dream, and the perfect old lady.
Even though she’d put Seeker on his ass, I knew if I’d told her to behave and come to me with any issues, she’d have backed down.
She might have hated it, and given me an earful later, but she’d have done it.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said, pinching her nipples before trailing my hands down her belly.
I dipped one between her legs while I held her hip with the other.
She moaned and spread her thighs a little more.
We’d have to fuck in front of a mirror… soon.
I wanted to see my hands on her tits, see her pussy spread wide around my cock, and watch her face as I took her from behind.
It made me even hotter to think of her watching all the things I would do to her.
“If we keep fucking like rabbits, we’ll be setting up a nursery really soon,” she murmured.
“You like fucking me,” I pointed out, and I seriously had no issue with having kids with her. In fact, I wanted it. Badly.
“Yeah.” She smiled. “I really do.”
I kissed her, slipping my tongue between her lips. She opened to me, giving in, bending to my will. I dominated her mouth while I worked her clit, feeling the little bud harden. It wouldn’t take much to get her off. It never did.
“Come for me, beautiful.” I nipped her lip. “Right the fuck now, Tink.”
She gave a little cry, and I felt her tremble.
Her hips jerked against my hand and I plunged two fingers inside her.
Her pussy gripped me tight, as she rode out her orgasm.
When the last of her tremors had subsided, I spun her to face the wall and pressed against her back, urging her to bend over.
She gripped the bench and spread her thighs.
I tugged on my cock, smearing the pre-cum over the head before I held onto her waist with one hand and guided my dick into her wet heat with the other.
Even if I lived to be one hundred, I’d never grow tired of the way she felt.
So tight. Hot. Fucking perfect. And the way she looked?
Her pussy was fucking beautiful taking me deep.
I didn’t stop until she’d taken every inch.
My muscles strained as I held back. I wanted to take her hard and fast, pounding her sweet pussy until I filled her up with my cum.
“Tink, I think you must have a magic pussy.”
She snorted, then giggled, glancing at me over her shoulder. “And why is that?”
“Because once I’m inside you I never want to come back out.
At the same time, I want to fuck you so hard it would border on painful.
For you.” Need flared inside me at the thought of holding her down and taking her hard.
Only if it was what she wanted too. I liked getting a little rough sometimes, but I’d never cross the line.
If she wasn’t into it, then it wasn’t any fun for me.
“I can take it, Eric. Show me what you’ve got.”
I tightened my hold on her. “Tink, you have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“I’ll never know at this rate. I won’t break, Eric. If it’s too much, I promise I’ll say something. Do I need a safe word? Is that the sort of pain you mean?”
I smacked her hip. “What the fuck do you know about safe words?”
“I read. I’m not stupid.”
I drew back my hips and slammed back in. “Didn’t say you were.”
She wanted to see what I was like when I let go?
Then maybe I’d give her a taste. She’d experienced a small measure of it in the bedroom before, when I’d tied her to the headboard.
Still, what I wanted to do to her went far beyond that.
I’d always held myself back, even with the club whores, afraid it would freak them out.
I gripped her hair and pulled her head back until she looked me in the eye. “You want this? Want all of me? Every dark, twisted part?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Want to know why they call me Beast? Be sure, Tink.”
“I’m sure.”
I pulled free of her body and smacked her ass. “Then let’s dry off and go downstairs.”
Her brow furrowed. “Downstairs?”
“Ever notice the locked door?”
She nodded. “I figured it was an office or something.”
More along the lines of the or something .
She’d find out soon enough. I shut off the water and briskly dried the both of us.
Opening the closet, I yanked out a duffle bag I’d been prepping the last week, on the off chance my old lady ever got adventurous enough to try a few things.
I carried it downstairs and led her to the locked room.
It wasn’t an ordinary knob and latch. It required a code to gain access.
“They call me Beast because the women have always said I’m a beast in bed.
I’ve always been a little rough when it comes to sex.
” Her eyes narrowed. “You wanted to know, Tink. I want honesty between us, remember? What I’m about to show you is a side of me I don’t share with anyone else, or haven’t in a really long time. ”
I punched in the numbers and pushed the door open, then flicked on the lights.
I heard her sharp inhalation as she stepped over the threshold, her eyes wide as she took everything in.
I’d discovered what a few women had called my darker side at a rather young age, shortly after my wife had passed.
At the time, I’d had a much older woman who showed me the ropes, no pun intended.
Since then, I hadn’t trusted anyone enough to share this part of my life with them.
I’d known Charlotte would never be able to handle it, assuming she’d ever accepted anything more than friendship from me, so I’d kept the few pieces I’d had made under lock and key in a storage room.
Then I’d built this house and set up this room in the hopes I’d get to use it someday.