Chapter 14 – Rage
Chapter Fourteen
Rage
H er body trembles from the pain as I clean her beneath the warm, soapy water. She wants to escape the pain, but she can’t. These will hurt for days. Worse even, I plan on inflicting similar pain on her every night until her release date. She struggles not to yelp as I wash one of her deeper wounds.
“Let it out,” I growl, washing her clean and craving so desperately some emotional release from her. She frustrates me endlessly with how much pain she can take and how arousing I find it. I hold her against me and kiss her while I clean her. That first kiss on the forehead melts Keyshawn completely. She makes a soft yelp. Her first noise and my dick nearly stiffens again in the bath.
Fortunately, I have the task of comforting her to distract me and subdue my desires. My hand looks so pale against her dark brown skin. I feel translucent and profoundly aware of how sexy I find her skin color. I don’t know why it’s so taboo to love someone’s skin color but… it’s beautiful. Rich. So much darker than my own. I find the differences between us fascinating and didn’t realize until I had Keyshawn’s lips wrapped around my dick.
If my father could see me now, he would be rolling in his grave. I kiss her shoulders. I kiss her neck. I melt every thought from my head until Keyshawn relaxes completely and nestles into my arms.
Her slow, gentle breathing allows me to steady my own. I feel this strange desire to be closer to her. To hold her for much, much longer before I take her back to her prison. She puts me in such a conflicting situation. Her soft skin against mine and the scent of her makes me incredibly difficult to resist. I kiss her again.
“You should cry out if I cut you that deeply again.”
She shivers at the word again, but instead of pulling away from me, Keyshawn’s body nestles closer to mine. Controlling my erection around her is downright impossible. But I have to do it if I want her to feel safe. If I want her brain to return to the blissful, calm state that comes after the high from a scene.
“You enjoy pain,” she says. I can’t tell if it’s a question or if she just wants confirmation of the truth.
“Yes,” I whisper. “But only as much as you love it.”
She squirms uncomfortably, her soft body touching me in all the right places to get me immediately horny in a way that feels so far beyond my control. I have to stop myself.
“I’ll let you stay upstairs for a little while,” I whisper. “But once you fall asleep, you’re going downstairs to your room.”
I don’t want to call it her prison cell and ruin the moment between us, but she responds by tensing up and putting as much distance from me as she can by the mention of my plans for her this evening. I hold her tightly, trying to show her what I can’t say with words. My heart begins to race and I know we have to leave this room before I do or say something crazy.
Whenever I think I have some control over myself around her, I lose some part of myself that scares me. Keyshawn, frustratingly enough, doesn’t seem scared at all. I get her out of the tub, taking my time to appreciate her body in all its soaking wet glory. I love her large, dark brown nipples. Her curves…
Once we get to my bedroom, I pull Keyshawn’s supple body beneath the sheets with me. My heart pounds. She has far more control over me than I enjoy, but at least here, I have the assurances of both her compliance and my physical domination over her. Keyshawn shudders as she nestles her ass into my crotch to snuggle with me. I move some of her hair aside from her shoulder so I can kiss my favorite spot. She shivers when my lips touch her there.
I love it because her thick ass cheeks press against my somewhat dry cock and I want to get hard again and use her soft ass pussy to get my dick soaking wet again.
But she smells so good and stopping this just to fuck her doesn’t feel worth it. I want the whole thing and after her twelve nights in prison downstairs, Keyshawn will come to understand that. What other way does a man have to get a woman’s attention these days?
She sighs with relief and after a few minutes, I feel her breathing slow down.
In a short time, Keyshawn falls asleep. She shows no signs of waking when I take her downstairs and wrap her up in her blankets. Our night together tired her out. My dick is practically breaking with desire for her again, but this will be much easier on both of us if I allow her the time to sleep – as painful as it might initially feel to me. I don’t want to fight off her claws and teeth tonight.
Returning to my bed alone, the ache grows more intense. I want her close to me, especially since I went through this much trouble to get her back here, but I have to stick to my promises and keep Keyshawn under lock and key – especially considering her behavior. How can I teach her any sort of obedience in the future if I allow her misbehavior to slide in the beginning?
It simply doesn’t make sense. But my sheets smell like her, making it difficult to dispel the thoughts of Keyshawn in her cell downstairs. I have cameras placed to prevent her escape, but I allow her the privacy of no cameras in the cell. I might need to change that. I feel the urge to discover everything about her habits.
I suppose we will have a long time for that. I don’t envision myself allowing Keyshawn to leave. No other pair of lips, no other woman has brought this type of response out of me. I need to learn more about it.
I need to learn more about why I have this powerful yearning for Keyshawn while she’s trapped in the basement away from my bed. What is it about her that makes me want her so fucking badly?
What brings this insane desire out of me and why do I want so much more than the spanking and the brutality? I almost prefer to keep her in my bed and nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I feel content with my cravings for violence and the utter release of dispeling all my emotions in one cathartic sexual experience.
The panic at the thought that she might leave me. That I might not be enough. It aches to think of those things. But taking her, claiming her and leaving marks on her to prove she’s mine provides that reassurance. This woman will always be mine…
Fuck. The thought of having her again tonight makes my dick ache. I can’t get to sleep alone and I have to jack off to the thought of Keyshawn’s lips around my cock to orgasm and get the release I crave. I fall asleep to the thought of her – to the dark, obsessive thoughts I have about keeping her close.
In the morning, I head down to the casino to see how Ruger and Owen handled the situation in my absence. We have money to count, and they need to get back to their families for a few days when we’re done. I see Ruger’s truck and Owen’s bike parked out front when I get there, which means they started the counting process already. Good.
The great thing about the club is having a band of brothers you can trust. Folks outside the biker life don’t get the bond you build with men on the road. Owen and Ruger grew up just like me. We have a code of honor, methods of handling business and ultimate trust in each other that folks are plain missing these days.
I walk straight to the back office, where I hear Ruger and Owen involved in a heated discussion from a little ways down the hall. I can’t tell if they’re arguing over money or sports. Considering Owen Shaw’s gambling problem, it could be a little bit of both. I hope to hell Ruger didn’t get in on his “ sure bet” ten leg parlay that involved the Detroit Lions winning the Super Bowl against the Buffalo Bills.
“They’re both criminals,” Ruger says. “We should bring them in here and question them until they confess.”
“That’s crazy.”
“What’s going on?” I ask, almost certain that I already agree with Owen’s statement about Ruger being crazier than a fruit bat who just had a tequila shot…