Zisa Chapter 10
It had been four days since Moose came blasting into my life a second time, surprising me with his visit. It hadn’t slowed down much. After Sunday’s eye-opening shopping trip, where I watched Carnage kiss the shit out of my mama, I’d been trying to catch my breath. We’d ended up with helmets, and the girls each got a couple of shirts apiece, but we refused to let them buy anything else. We had boots that would suffice, and while not leather, we had two thick coats. The guys weren’t happy about it, but they let it go.
Upon our return home, Moose and I went to my house to talk. He reiterated what he wanted and asked me to please give us a chance. I couldn’t say no, even if there was a possibility he’d end up tearing out my heart.
Carnage and Mama had ended up back at her place. The girls went over to play with the neighbors for a while. I discovered this later when Milan told me. I hadn’t been able to get Mama alone yet to find out what was up with her and Carnage. Every time I tried, Moose was either with me or Carnage was with her. However, that changed today. The two guys had gone to Topeka to see their club brothers up there. They wouldn’t be back until late. Mama worked until three. I’d arranged last night for her and the girls to come to my place when she got home. The two kids could entertain themselves with movies or whatever while we talked.
While I waited for her to get off work and come over, I worked steadily to get my stuff done. There were more orders to process. I’d seen a steady uptick in them since MMM. In addition, I’d had more people join my open and private groups who were asking for topics to discuss and my input on toys and games.
It was almost four by the time they arrived. I sent the girls to the living room. They knew where stuff was. They had orders to finish their homework, and then they could watch television or play on the gaming system I had here for them. This allowed Mama and I to go out on my small back patio to talk. We had mugs of hot tea since it was colder today. I was worried about the guys riding in it. What if it rained or snowed?
“Okay, I know you’ve been dying to get me alone so we can talk. I’ve wanted the same. Let me go first. What’s up with you and Moose? Tell me what happened at this book event that made him come chasing up here after you?” Mama fired off first. She was always good at being the interrogator.
“I told you. I met them through their connection to another club. You remember Sara, the author friend I made. The one who told me I should be a vendor at MMM. Her man is with a club called the Ares Infidels. The Infidels and the Regulators are friends. Moose’s cousin is getting married to one of them soon. I spent time with them after the signing.”
“I know all that. I want to know what you haven’t told me and don’t say nothing happened. Since when have you not told me everything?”
“Since I did something I’ve never done,” I confessed.
“Which would be what? Sleeping with him the first night you met him.”
Her bluntness and accuracy had me nodding. “Yes, exactly. I didn’t want you to think I’m a slut. I’ve never done that before in my life. But there was something about him that I couldn’t resist.”
“Honey child, I would never think you’re a slut. But I’ve gotta ask. If he was irresistible, why did you come home, and it was two weeks before he showed up? Don’t tell me he ghosted you afterward and then changed his mind!” she said indignantly.
“No, no, he didn’t ghost me. I ghosted him.”
“Why would you do that if you liked him?”
“Because I thought he’d wake up and tell me it was fun, but it was over, and then he’d walk out, making me feel cheap and easy. So, in my great wisdom, I decided to do it to him. He was still asleep when I tiptoed out. It took him two weeks to come here because I didn’t tell him my last name or give him a way to find me. All he knew was I lived in Kansas.”
“Girl, I raised you better than that. Would it hurt if he did it to you? Yes. But you’re strong and could recover. So how did he find you, and what’s the deal now?”
“He has a club brother who is a wizard on the computer, and somehow, using my subscription group, he pieced together my name and where I lived and told Moose. As for what the deal is, he says he wants me to be his, as in becoming what they call an old lady. Moose says it’s not a temporary thing. By becoming his, I’d remain with him. He swears he’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen. The distance is the biggest obstacle.”
She didn’t say anything right away, which made me nervous. Was she trying to think of how to tell me I was a fool and I shouldn’t pursue anything with him? Despite the coolness outside, I was sweating.
“Zisa, you have always been my more cautious child. The one who tries to think everything through before making a decision. And I love that. Zuri should’ve inherited a little of your restraint. However, you can get in your own way. And I know that because not only have I seen it, but I’ve lived it. You get it off me. I’m here to tell you that even when you do that, it can still go wrong. Look at me and your father. I thought for sure he’d never hurt me, and we’d be together forever. On the other hand, it can turn out wonderful even if you are uncertain. Let me ask you this. Do you feel something for Moose other than lust? Could you see yourself spending the rest of your life with him, even if it means moving to Nebraska?”
I’d been thinking these same things since Moose arrived, so I didn’t have to hesitate before answering her. “Yes, I feel way more than just lust for him. I can so easily see myself falling for him completely and being with him. And I would move in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for leaving you and the girls.”
“The girls and I shouldn’t prevent you from going after what you want. If we end up living apart, it’s only a four-hour drive. It’s not on the other side of the world. I want you to be happy. I’ve never seen you glow like you have since he showed up. Not even with those guys you dated for months. And I see the way he looks at you. Take a chance. And if he breaks your heart, know that I’ll make him wish he’d never been born.” Her fierce expression made me laugh even though I knew she wasn’t kidding.
“I know you will. And now let’s talk about you and Carnage. What’s up with you two? And that kiss he laid on you Sunday? Do I need to ask him what his intentions are and threaten him?” I grinned as I asked her. I was stunned to see my mama blush. I couldn’t ever recall that happening, ever. I waited for her to answer me. She took her time before answering.
“It seems the crazy fool thinks he wants to have something with me. I told him I was too old for such nonsense, but he won’t listen. I reminded him several times I came as a package deal. He says he doesn’t care. I’m older than him. It’s been ages since I’ve had a man in my life, and I don’t need one to tell me what to do all the time. He’s the president of his club and a very attractive man. I don’t need to be chasing off women or worrying about him cheating on me when he gets bored. Finally, I told him we weren’t having sex, so to stop trying to charm me.”
“And what did he have to say to all those things?”
“He said I was nowhere near too old. He said we’re in the prime of our lives. Fifty and fifty-three are the new thirties, according to him. He says it’s about time he has a personal family, and with the girls, we get to skip the messy diaper stage. As for the ages without a man, he seemed damn happy at that news, although he doesn’t know how it’s possible. Seems to think the men of Kansas are idiots, but again, he’s happy about it. He claims he doesn’t want to tell me what to do all the time, just at certain times. He swears he’d never cheat on me, although women wanting him because he’s the president of a biker club will occur. He said he could live to be a hundred and never find himself bored with me.”
I found his rebuttals impressive, especially if he meant them. “What about the no sex?”
Her cheeks darkened more, and she glanced away.
“Oh my God! You slept with him, didn’t you?” When she refused to deny it, I knew I was right. “How was it?”
“I’m not telling you!” she exclaimed.
“Come on, we tell each other everything, remember? It’s incredible with Moose. That man rocks my world in ways I never knew. Toys are not a must for me anymore, but they can be fun. It must’ve been really awful if you won’t even tell me if it was any good or not.” I knew I’d push her to tell me. It worked.
“Bite your tongue! That man is, whew, I mean, damn. He’s something else. I never got off that many times, not even with toys,” she admitted.
Since I was the one who’d supplied her with most of those toys, that was saying something. I burst out, crowing and clapping my hands. She shoved me, almost knocking me out of my chair, but she wore a huge grin on her face, and her eyes were bright.
“You’re such a naughty brat,” was her only comeback.
Once I calmed down, I had to verify. “So, are we both saying yes to two crazy bikers who live in another state and could have any woman they want?”
“It sounds like we are. Lord, preserve us.”
If Carnage was even half as adventurous in bed as Moose, then Mama better watch out. I couldn’t help but tease her. “Well, knowing how long it has been, I’ll order you some soothing cream for your cooter because it’s gonna be sore. Hell, mine is, and it hasn’t been nearly as long for me as it has for you. His size doesn’t help, either.”
“I’ll buy my own cooter cream! And mine doesn’t lack in the equipment area. He makes a lie out of the old adage that only Black men are hung. He has a BWC.”
“BWC?” I asked without thinking it through.
“You know, a big white cock, the opposite of your man’s BBC, big black cock.”
I lost it. We both dissolved into laughter that made us cry. We were so loud, Milan and Imani came out to see what was so funny. We had to think up a quick lie so they’d go back in the house.
With our talk over, we eventually went in and got to prepping. We were making dinner tonight. The guys told us not to wait for them, so we were having homemade tacos. And the girls had been wanting our special cupcakes. They were more than just plain cake with icing. We filled them with a variety of fillings. They loved to help make them.
As the hours sped by, we had a ton of fun. After a dinner of tacos, we enjoyed some yummy cupcakes. We’d ended up making vanilla ones with lemon curd, chocolate with raspberry puree, and strawberry with Bavarian cream. Other fillings we all loved but didn’t make this time were cream cheese and peanut butter. When it was time to take my tired nieces home to go to bed, I packed up several of each to send with them. I kept enough for me and Moose. I whispered in Mama’s ear that she could smear the icing or filling on her nipples and let Carnage lick it off. That earned me a hard smack on the ass before she left, shaking her head but with a gleam in her eye.
After cleaning up the last bit of mess, which wasn’t much, I decided to go take a bubble bath. A nice long soak in the tub with a glass of wine, soft music, and a book would be great. I was eager to start reading Sara’s motorcycle series. I’d never been one to read them, but after meeting all of them in Frisco, I was intrigued, especially with Moose in my life.
I kept rewarming the water. Eventually, when I began to prune, I got out and hastily completed my nightly routine of moisturizing, then got in bed and went back to reading. I found the book deeply enthralling. The only part I hated was the description of the two types of women in bikers’ lives outside of their old ladies. The details about hangers and club sluts made me cringe and wonder. Were they real, and if so, did the Regulators have them? Were they as bad as what I was reading? I wasn’t overjoyed with the idea Moose would be surrounded by them and that at home, many of them would be women he’d slept with before.
I was jarred out of my make-believe world when I heard the roar of a bike. No one else on my street had one, so it could only be Moose. Putting my book away, I got up and went to meet him at the door. Before he left, I’d given him a key in case I was asleep. However, I preferred to meet him rather than wait for him to come to me. After getting all aroused by what I was reading, I was horny, and I wanted him naked as fast as possible.
Running to the bathroom to make sure I looked alright, I made it to the door right as he entered. He smiled when he saw me. The door slammed shut behind him, and then he locked it. As he opened his arms, I launched myself into them. I was raising my head for a kiss when I inhaled the scents clinging to him. There was the smell of beer and hard liquor, cigarette smoke, leather, the wind, and what I thought was marijuana. None of those offended me. It was the smell of perfume that had me shoving away from him, and my mood flipped on a dime. You could get the others from standing near someone. The perfume was one that you had to have physical contact with someone to get it transferred to you. He wasn’t expecting me to shove away, so he stumbled.
“Babe, what the hell?”
“Get out,” I ordered as I walked away. If I didn’t, I’d punch him. Not even a week later, he was with another woman. Would I find lipstick on his shirt or skin if I looked?
“Zisa, what the fuck is wrong?”
I turned to face him with my hands on my hips. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong. I was stupid. Stupid to trust you. You sure talked a good line of bullshit about how you wanted me and no one else and how you’d never cheat on me or want someone else. Let me guess. You were guests and had no choice but to accept a woman, or it would be rude,” I snapped.
The confusion on his face cleared. “You smell the perfume.”
“Goddamn right, I do. If you’d been smart, you would’ve showered before coming here, but I’m glad you didn’t. You can turn around and go. And don’t bother to contact me again. I believed you, you bastard!” I shouted. My anger and hurt peaked, and I reacted without thinking. I picked up a metal figurine I had on the nearby table. I threw it at him, although my tears made my aim less than perfect.
When he ducked it, I twirled to find something new to throw. That was my mistake. He charged me, and I was swooped up in his arms. He marched into my bedroom with me struggling and swearing at him the whole way. When he got to my bed, he lowered my feet to the floor. I kicked him and wiggled free. I made it two steps before I was grabbed. He took me down to the carpet. He didn’t let me fall. It was more of a controlled tumble. Moose followed me down and caged me underneath him. His eyes were blazing with anger.
“Hold still, you crazy hellion. You’re going nuts for nothing. And I don’t fucking appreciate being accused of something I didn’t do!”
“So you want me to believe you didn’t have a woman hanging on you and more tonight. I can smell her all over you!”
“I did have women hang on me. But that—” he was cut off by my swing at his head. He caught my fist and lowered my arm, trapping both at my sides.
“Let go of me!”
“No, not until you let me finish. A woman did come up and draped herself on me. When she did, I told her I wasn’t interested. When she didn’t listen, I peeled her off and told her not to touch me again, or I’d have her ass shown to the door. She got the message and stopped. However, there were two more who tried it over the span of an hour. It wasn’t until the third one that the message was received loud and clear to stay away. They practically bathe in perfume, so it stays with you even after brief contact.”
I wasn’t sure if I believed him or not. He sounded sincere, but the smell brought back a memory I thought long forgotten. Jesus, did I just go off for no reason? Or was he a skilled liar? When I didn’t say anything, he continued.
“I’ve told you why. Now, mind telling me why you jumped to fucking conclusions and went off the deep end? I have given you no reason to think I’ll cheat on you, Zisa. That wasn’t fair. And I don’t let people accuse me of shit I didn’t do without consequences.”
There was steel in his tone. An uneasy feeling overcame me. What did that mean? Surely, he wouldn’t hit me or hurt me in some other way. Would he? Before I could ask, he gave me a gentle shake.
“Talk to me. Tell me what this is about.”
“I’d like to sit up.”
“Not until you tell me. I’m not hurting you. And I won’t. Explain.”
Not seeing a way out since he was way stronger than I was, I confessed. I was beginning to feel stupid for reacting without asking. I wasn’t one to jump to conclusions, but I kept doing it with him. Why?
“I’m sorry I interpreted the perfume to mean you cheated on me. It was a knee-jerk response. One I wasn’t expecting.”
“Go on. There’s more to it than that.”
“It reminded me of a relationship I had a long time ago. The man I was involved with cheated on me. I smelled and saw the proof for myself.” I hoped he’d leave at that.
“What proof?” The look he was giving me told me he would keep pushing until I confessed. In his shoes, I’d want to know, too.
“He was supposed to see me one night. He showed up late, claiming he had to work late. When he walked in, he smelled like perfume. I didn’t think too much of it because I made the excuse a casual acquaintance hugging him could’ve transferred her scent. I believed it until I saw the lipstick on his bare back after he took off his shirt. He was getting undressed to stay the night. It was hard to dispute that. I accused him of it. He denied it and tried to say it was mine and that he didn’t wash after we’d been together the night before. I knew it was a lie because it wasn’t my shade. We got into a fight, and he eventually confessed. He swore it was an awful mistake. That he’d been stressed by work, and it would never happen again. When I smelled you tonight, it made it all come back.”
Moose groaned, then lowered his head to me. “Zisa, I told you, I don’t lie. If I were with another woman, I would tell you. I haven’t been. What happened with the guy? Did you forgive him, and he did it again?”
“No, I didn’t forgive him. There’s no excuse for that in my book. I kicked him out and refused to take him back. He tried for months to get me to forgive him and get back together. I never have.”
“Is the son of a bitch still around?”
“He is.”
“I want his name,” he snarled.
“Why?”
“So I can go beat his stupid ass for hurting you and for almost getting my head caved in with that metal thing.”
I gave him a feeble smile. “While I thank you for the thought, you couldn’t beat his ass anyway.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because you’d end up in jail.”
He stiffened, and then he was ranting. “It was that fucker Marius, the cop at the restaurant, wasn’t it? I knew there was something going on with him. He couldn’t stop staring at you. No wonder. He had you, and he lost you because he was a fucking moron.”
“Please, calm down. Yes, it was Marius. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. I shouldn’t have let that happen. I probably did because we saw him, I was reading about club whores and hangers, and then you walked in smelling of cheap perfume. It just snowballed.” I was cringing at how stupid I acted. What if he decided I was too much bother or too crazy to be with?
The next thing I knew, he was kissing me. His mouth punished mine, but not in a way that I hated. It lit a fire within me. The way he used his tongue and teeth had me whimpering in need in no time. When he raised his head, I tried to follow it. He shook his head.
“No, not yet. First, I’m going to wash off this stink, and since we’ve been rubbing against each other, you need to, too. Then we’re coming back out to this bed where you’re going to make it up to me for doubting me.”
“I’ll gladly make it up to you any way you want.”
“Remember you said that,” he told me with a smirk before he heaved to his feet.
He reached down and took my hand, drawing me off the floor. Before heading into the bathroom, he removed his cut and laid it on my dresser. Then he removed his boots. Guiding me into the bathroom, I watched him remove his clothes, which he tossed in the hamper. He’d been staying with me rather than at the hotel, so all his stuff had found its way here. I shed my nightgown and panties after turning on the shower.
We squeezed into the stall like before and contorted ourselves to wash. When we were clean and rinsed, we hopped out to dry. There was no need for clean clothes. I allowed him to lead me to the bed. He stopped me from lying down.
“This is your chance to put stipulations on this, Zisa. You still have to make up for what you did, but if there’s something you aren’t willing to do, tell me. I can promise no matter what I do, I won’t damage you. I can’t promise it might not hurt, but you’ll get over it.”
I gulped. I was scared, but at the same time, I was already becoming slick at the thought of what it was he might do to me. Taking a leap of faith, I answered him. “I’ll submit to whatever you want as long as it doesn’t scar me or lead to permanent harm or death. As for pain, if you keep it within reason, then I agree.”
“Bae, I would never do anything to scar this flawless skin and body or cause you harm,” he promised. Hearing him call me Bae, which I knew meant before anyone else, made me hotter.
Moose backed me up until the back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress. He pushed on my shoulders, lowering me to a sitting position. “Where are your toys? I want to see what you have. The ones you were selling at MMM were intriguing. I bet you have way more I didn’t see.”
He was so right about that. I was something of a sex toy junkie. Part of it was due to the fact they fascinated me, and since I was often without a guy, I liked to find new ways to pleasure myself. The other reason, which tied into my business, was I hated the idea that so many women went unsatisfied sexually when there was help. It could be toys, techniques, or self-help. Sex wasn’t something dirty that you should keep hidden.
Swallowing to wet my suddenly dry mouth, I told him. “They’re under the bed in the storage boxes.”
I watched as he got on his knees and reached underneath my bed. He dragged out the two plastic bins I kept them in. He pulled them out into the middle of the floor and then removed the snap-on lids. An array of playthings in a rainbow of colors was revealed. He whistled. I bit my lip, wondering what he’d think. I’d tried almost every one of them. How else could I answer my customers’ questions or give them a rating?
“Goddamn, Zisa, have you used all these?”
“Ninety-eight percent of them. Why?”
“Fuck, you’re kinky as hell. How the hell did I get so lucky? I assume if you used them and they’re in your stash, then you like them. Which ones haven’t you tried?”
Silently, I pointed out the ones. Some weren’t possible when playing alone, and others were either new or I hadn’t worked up the courage to do them alone.
“Hmm, there seem to be a few things I’d like to try tonight. Here are the rules. I won’t stop until I feel you’ve made up for your terrible opinion of me. I’d love to try so many things, but we can’t do them all. I’ll pick some old friends and new ones for you. You have no say. Now, lie back on the bed and get comfortable.”
His deep voice grew even deeper as he told me the plan. I was already slick at just the thought of what he would do to me. I did as he wanted. Within moments, he was kneeling next to me. I gulped when I saw what he’d grabbed first. It was innocuous and something I hadn’t used. It made no sense to do it to yourself. A blindfold hung from his fingertips. He didn’t say anything as he lifted my head and slid it over my eyes. He adjusted it to be sure I could see nothing. It was pitch black.
“Can you see anything?”
“No, nothing.”
“Good. Now, lift up your bottom.”
I slowly pressed my feet into the mattress, lifting my bottom.
“Higher.”
I flexed more. Then, I felt softness in my lower back and upper hips. He pressed me down, which left me resting on pillows with my hips tilted up. I jumped when I felt something hard touch my tit. I wasn’t sure what it was until it began to tighten. Just as I figured it out, another one was placed on the other one. Incrementally, Moose increased the suction on nipple stimulators by twisting. As it grew tighter and tighter, I gasped. It hurt but in an oddly good way. He didn’t stop until I was hissing.
“Good, girl. Let’s see what you think of these other two. Once they’re in place, I’ll tell you what I have in store for you. Zisa, if this becomes too much, tell me, and I’ll stop, but don’t just say it if you’re not one hundred percent sure you want me to end it.”
“Okay,” I said hoarsely.
I jumped moments later when something hard slid down either side of my distended clit. Even though my nipples were throbbing, I’d grown hornier. Suddenly, I heard a rumbling sound, and it began to vibrate. It was a new purchase since I’d met Moose. It was a two-pronged wand clit vibrator. It had over a dozen vibration modes and six intensity levels. It took mere seconds between the suction on my nipples and the vibrating of my clit to make me come. As I cried out, he changed the setting.
As I gasped and worked to recover, I felt something cool and wet touch my asshole. I moaned. It was a mixture of satisfaction and denial. I was no stranger to playing with my ass. I’d discovered the joys of it one night when I got drunk and decided to see what all the hoopla was. I’d never had actual anal sex with a man, but my toys and fingers sure did the trick once I got myself past the burn and pain of inserting something up there.
Moose eased a thick finger inside of me. He worked it in and out, going deeper with each pass until he was all the way inside. As he worked my asshole, inserting more fingers, I began to rapidly climb again. He had me wailing and orgasming in no time. I was panting by the time my ass unclenched, only to hiss as he removed his fingers, and something bigger pressed against my opening and then inside. I knew that feeling. It was one of my dildoes.
I quivered and moaned as he worked it fully inside. When it was, it came to life, showing me it was a vibrator, not a dildo. The vibrating around my clit, in my ass, and the suction on my nipples was mind-blowing and intense. I wondered how long he’d torture me before stopping.
“Now that I have your attention, let me tell you what I’m gonna do. I was going to deny you orgasms at first, but then I decided not to. Instead, I’m going to make you come over and over until you think you’ll die if you come one more time. And I’ll be the one to determine when that is, Zisa, not you. When that happens, I’m going to give you this fat cock in whichever hole I want, and I’m gonna fuck you until you come. Maybe it’ll be more than once. Only then will I let you rest.”
“Oh God!!” was all I could scream as I came.
He drove me insane by altering the vibration modes on the vibrators, changing the suction on my nipples, and thrusting the vibrator in and out of my ass. I lost track of time. I became a quivering mess as I begged him repeatedly to stop. I quit counting orgasms at ten. I was feeling faint when abruptly, the suction on my nipples eased and disappeared, which only made them catch fire and hurt worse as blood flow returned. He did take enough pity on me to suck on them, to ease the pain.
Suddenly, I was flipped over, my hips yanked up, and then Moose was pressing his cock into my pussy. He didn’t stop the clit or anal vibrators. I screamed at the way he stretched me as he filled me. I was almost worried he was going to split me open.
“Fuck, Jesus Christ, you’re so motherfucking tight and wet. Fuck!!” he cried out as he set up a punishing pace. He drilled in and out of me. He was rubbing across nerves I didn’t know existed. I lost it and came. I was in an unending cycle of orgasms. Just as I was blacking out, I heard him yell and start coming.