Epilogue One
I t was two days after our old lady ceremony, and that bombshell she dropped on us, which kinda killed the mood at the time, but today we’d visited every one of the properties surrounding the clubhouse that the club owned. Lissa was looking for one that would suit her new private therapy clinic, and she’d finally chosen the smallest, saying it was perfect.
It had a large room, which could be a waiting area, and two smaller rooms linked to that, with a small kitchen and cloakroom at the back. She had a friend she wanted to invite to be her receptionist, and she needed a reception desk, and other furniture, but it was pretty much okay.
It was already repainted, because as we’d taken on each business site, we’d emptied each and redecorated, so they’d be ready for whatever the hell we chose to use them for, or who we might let them to.
“Isn’t it perfect?” She hurried back out of the second room, the one she’d use as her ‘office’, but I was already busy checking out points for security cameras, and any other measures I could install, to keep her safe.
“Ice?”
“Yeah, babe. I’m just working out where the cameras and stuff will go. I can wire this up.”
“Cameras?”
“I’m not leaving you alone with anyone without some kind of security and protection, babe. You know the kinds of people you’ll be seeing.”
She giggled, stepping up behind me to wrap her arms around me.
“Yes I do. One of them is standing here right now, warning me about men just like him.”
Touché … and on that note, her touch was making me horny. I’d discovered that she only needed to lay a hand on me, and my dick was like the fucking springy bit on a mousetrap. Luckily the windows to the outside were scrubbed with concealing paint, so we were relatively hidden from prying eyes. The slight chance that we might be seen though, it was pretty hot too.
“I can’t wait to get my pictures up, and… and I think I have a name for the place too. Ice, this feels right, doesn’t it feel right?”
I slid my hand over hers, and slid it lower, down to my dick.
“I’ll show you something that feels right, Lissa.”
She giggled, stroking me lightly through my jeans.
“The door isn’t even locked, Ice.”
“Sure it is. I don’t risk my old lady when we’re out and about. Are you seriously doubting my manly skills, little vixen?” She let out a gasp, and giggled, backing away from me. She was wearing one of those prissy skirts again today with a blouse, and I couldn’t wait to tear them from her fucking body, and fuck her senseless.
I watched her as she eyed the place, plotting her next move.
“You don’t really think you can outrun me, do you, little vixen? You know I’ll always catch you. I’ll always fucking catch you, and pin you down, so I can do wicked things to you.”
She was slowly backing away, in the direction of the few doors at the rear part of the property.
“What I can’t decide today is whether I want that sweet pussy of yours, or that naughty tight little ass, or that sexy mouth with the plump lips, and the wicked tongue.”
She flushed bright red, and started shaking her head.
“No. I won’t let you.”
I grinned as I followed her, matching her pace.
“You don’t get to say no, Lissa. You’ll take whatever I want you to. I just might push you onto your knees and fuck that mouth, so you can’t keep saying no to me, what do you think of that?” A soft gasp was her response, and she turned to run. In Lissa speak, that was a hell yes, I’d learned. We hadn’t even gone there yet, but I desperately wanted to fuck her mouth.
“Not just gonna fuck your mouth, Lissa… I’m gonna shove my dick right down your throat, and make you choke on it.”
A breathy giggle was her response as she darted down the hallway and tried to close the door before I could reach her. With an exhilarated yell, I ran for the door, and caught it just as it approached the frame.
“Nice try, but not fast enough.” I carefully nudged the door open, but she was gone. What the fuck? I was in the kitchen, and she wasn’t. There were two doors facing me, one being the small bathroom, but what was the other?
“Lissa…” My voice was a low growl of frustration, but I loved how fucking wily she was. As I stepped into the room, the door closed behind me, and I knew she’d somehow made it past me. How the fuck?
I wrenched the door back open to find her standing halfway across the large room, with her hands on her hips, and a huge grin on her face.
“How the fuck…”
She giggled. “There’s a door off the kitchen into the office. I like the idea of an escape from that room if, you know, some bad guy like you is intimidating me.”
“That’s it, you’re not seeing any male patients, no fucking way.” I advanced on her, and she didn’t budge an inch.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Ice. This will be my business, dammit. You might own me, but you don’t control that.”
Lissa
I loved pushing his buttons. He was getting pissed as he stormed over to me, but I also knew how to diffuse it in one swift move. He was right about the patients, but I figured his biker brothers would keep me busy enough that I wouldn’t have time for other patients anyway, so this argument could happen another time.
As he reached me, I dropped to my knees, and stared up at him as his eyes widened at me.
“You want to win the argument, Ice, there’s only one way you can shut me up right now.”
He chuckled softly as he reached out and stroked my hair, which was neatly pulled back with about a dozen clips.
“Get this shit out of your hair. I need to be able to grip it when I fuck you.”
I reached up and started pulling pins from my hair, dropping them on the carpet beside me.
“Don’t you fucking touch me.” My words were a pathetic attempt to argue, because I wanted his hands on me more than anything. The idea of him holding my hair as he used me? That had me wetter than I’d ever admit, because I loved it when he took control.
I shook my hair loose at last, and smiled at the low groan Ice uttered at the sight. He reached down to brush his thumb over my lips.
“These are gonna look so fucking sexy wrapped around my cock, babe. I was tempted to do something to keep those hands behind your back, but actually I kinda like the idea of you using them to keep fighting… there’s something so hot about the way you fight me.”
Wow. He pressed down on my bottom lip.
“Time to open up, Lissa. Let me see where I’m gonna stick my dick.”
He crouched in front of me as I did what he said, then he dragged me into a kiss, his tongue doing what he planned to do with his cock afterwards. As he kissed me, his fingers found their way under my skirt, and that’s when he stopped, and glared at me.
“No fucking underwear? You came out without fucking underwear?”
I offered him a grin. “Well, you get kinda cranky when it takes time to get them down, so I did it to help you out.” I let out a low whine as his fingers eased between my legs, and slid inside me. I was embarrassingly wet, because just knowing I had foregone underwear and he had no idea, had been keeping me horny all morning anyway. Ice gripped my throat in one hand, while he roughly finger-fucked me with the other, the squelchy sounds breaking the silence that had fallen between us.
Just as I felt my orgasm creeping up on me, he withdrew his fingers, and slid them into my mouth, soaked with my arousal. He thrust them several times, and pulled back.
“Just making sure you ain’t got a dry mouth, little vixen.” He stood up, and popped his jeans open, easing his dick free, before he brought it to my lips, rubbing it over them.
“Open your fucking mouth.” I complied, because I was so desperate for him, that I’d do anything he asked right now. I didn’t even get a second to take a breath, before his cock plunged deep into my mouth, and kept going until his groin was pressed against my lips. He was so deep that my throat was completely filled with him, and I couldn’t breathe.
He watched me for a long moment, letting out a soft groan of pleasure, as my throat worked against his flesh.
“Good girl, told you I’d choke you with it. You want to breathe, you better start fighting me, Lissa, or I’m gonna decide you like it right where it is.” My eyes widened, and my chest hitched as the need for air became more desperate, my hands pushing against his thighs for a second, before he eased back and let me take a breath, his dick waving in front of my face.
“You can’t tell me if you need to stop, so if you try to get my hands off your head, I’m gonna take that as your safeword, okay?”
I nodded, and then he was inside my mouth again, thrusting smoothly, filling my throat over and over, easing back when I coughed or gagged too much. My hands stayed on his thighs, and now and then I dimly remembered to pretend to fight, but I was getting oddly close to that orgasm again, and I wanted it. We kept our eyes on each other the whole time, and it felt more intimate than anything else we’d done yet.
“You need to come, you better get your fingers working, little vixen. I’m about to come down that sweet throat of yours. Is that okay?”
I nodded, inadvertently moving my mouth along his length as I did, and he let out a soft curse.
“Do that again.” I slid my fingers between my legs, and started teasing my clit, as I did what he asked, and heard him moan a little louder. His legs trembled a little as he suddenly cursed, and I felt his dick jerk, before my throat was flooded with his salty release.
How that set off my own orgasm, I don’t know, but trying to moan and gasp with pleasure, while I almost choked on his cum was a bizarrely hot sensation. Ice crouched in front of me, stroking my face. I hadn’t even realised he’d moved back, but I was taking deep breaths and trying to compose myself as he watched me, that little smile on his face.
“My fucking vixen of an old lady. You know you own me, right? Like… fuck… that was incredible. You wanna know why I’m crouching right now? Because I can’t fucking stand up.” He dropped onto his ass with a breathless laugh.
“I fucking love you, Lissa.”
“I love you too, Ice.”
THE END
See Epilogue Two for a taste of Stitch's story…