4. Sunni
CHAPTER 4
Sunni
Y ou belong to me!
The power of those words rolled over me.
Could he really mean it?
The next morning, his words were still running through my head. After I bathed, I lay down on the bed again. I’d never felt anything so soft and inviting. My bed back in my old apartment before I had gotten evicted was lumpy, with springs missing, and a weird smell when the desert winds changed.
I had been right. Raker wasn’t the kind of man to let me bathe in filth, and I had washed slowly in the heated water, watching in delight at the decadence of having enough water to make soapy bubbles with.
The unexpected luxury of my situation made my head spin.
Raker might be a hard man, but maybe no one knew how kind he really was?
Romantic visions of things Raker could say to me filled my mind, and I was trying to tamp down my fantasies when I heard a knock on the door, and I opened it to two other Saints club girls.
“Time for morning devotions,” the red-haired one said cheerfully.
I flushed to be caught so obviously half-naked and recently fucked, but I knew it was something I would have to get used to as I reached into my duffel bag for yoga pants and some flip-flops.
The fabric of my T-shirt was threadbare, and I covered up a little hole self-consciously.
“I’m Amira,” the taller woman said. She was a few years older than me, a tall, beautiful Black woman with soft dark brown skin and box braids.
“And you don’t have to worry about that ,” the other woman added, pointing right to the hole in my shirt I was trying to hide. “You’ll get an all-new wardrobe, especially if you’re Raker’s favorite.”
I tried to keep the huge grin from spreading across my face.
Raker’s favorite ! Was I really?
She was tall too, with pale alabaster skin, long bright red hair, a lightly freckled face, and sapphire blue eyes.
“I’ve never seen Raker have someone in his room before,” she went on eagerly. “Won’t Angel be mad, though! She always thought she was Raker’s favorite, but Angel never gets to sleep in his bed !”
“We don’t want to be late,” Amira interrupted firmly. “You know Apostle doesn’t like it if we’re late for his sermons. And you forgot to introduce yourself.”
“Oh, right! I’m Bridget.”
Amira was clearly the calm, sensible one, and Bridget the chatty, friendly one.
I had been nervous about what the other girls would be like, but they seemed nice enough as they led me into a small dark room where all the other club girls were seated, while Apostle stood in the front with the Holy Words open in his hands.
“Women are here on Resurrected to serve men,” he said. His voice was meek and mild, but I still didn’t like the way his eyes fell down my front. There was something almost unnerving in the way Apostle held the Holy Words up like a weapon, the way he wet his thumb to flip to the next page.
“Women are either wives or whores. And a good whore must serve her betters with a tight cunt and a willing asshole and an obedient spirit.”
We listened in silence to the sermon.
Surely I was imagining it that Apostle’s eyes landed on me more than anyone else, that he was looking at me when he said it was our holy duty to pleasure with our tongues.
But if I really was Raker’s favorite, maybe I would never have to serve him.
Afterwards I left the room as quickly as I could and tentatively explored the rest of the Saints Clubhouse. It was in a prime downtown spot, with a massive stone exterior and high old-wood inside, in addition to attached garages for their motorcycle storage and maintenance, and the tattoo shops that provided official cover for the MC.
To have so much stone and wood in the middle of the desert was a sign of luxury and wealth.
All the rooms were massive, too. Private bedrooms for the highest-ranking Brothers, like Raker, Teacher, Builder, Apostle, and Tech. The lower-ranking brothers shared large rooms.
There was a big kitchen too, and large meeting rooms, even a bar in the back of one of the largest gathering spaces.
“ She’s Builder’s favorite,” Bridget said, nudging Amira. “ I’m no one’s favorite, but everyone likes me pretty well. Enough to keep me in the clubhouse, at least."
I wanted to ask how to ensure that I pleased Raker enough to stay here, but I felt too awkward.
“ We all sleep in bunk beds in one room,” Bridget said, but without rancor, as she pulled oranges from a bowl in the kitchen for us. “I’ve never even heard of anyone getting to share a room with one of the brothers before.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling a hot flush of pleasure despite myself.
“Oh god, here’s Angel,” Bridget added under her breath as another woman walked into the kitchen, her hips swaying sensuously.
Angel was a few inches taller than I was, with a cascade of golden blonde curls, big baby-doll blue eyes, and a perfect pink pout to her mouth.
“Hi,” she began without preamble, then jerked her head back. “Teacher is looking for you both.”
“Be careful,” Amira cautioned Angel as she left, looking back with a wrinkle between her eyes. “Don’t piss off Raker.”
“Don’t fuck with the new girl,” Bridget added. “You don’t want to get in trouble, do you?”
Angel ignored this advice like she hadn’t even heard it, and her eyes assessed me up and down as I tried to pretend like her scrutiny didn’t bother me.
Suddenly my clothes felt extra plain and shamefully poor.
And she took no time letting me know where my place should be in the clubhouse pecking order.
“So you’re Raker’s newest little pet, are you? What’s so great about you, bitch?”
I opened my mouth to protest, and she yanked my hair so hard my eyes started to water.
“Answer me. I heard where you came from, Little Miss Twenty-Four. That’s embarrassing as shit. Girls coming from Twenty-Four never have daddies, do they?”
“Let me go,” I said, trying to wrench her hands off my hair.
Both my parents had died shortly after I was born, and I had been raised by a very elderly great-aunt. I certainly wasn’t ashamed of my aunt, but I knew telling any of my story would be seen as a sign of weakness.
Angel ignored my pleas, her eyes narrowed as she continued to examine me. My scalp burned as she pulled harder.
“Tiny tits, tiny ass, scrawny legs. What does he see in you?”
I tried to pry her fingers off again, but Angel was taller and stronger, and she only yanked harder, trapping me against the kitchen counter. Where had everybody gone? I had sworn all the other club girls were around here just a second ago.
I reflected miserably that they probably all didn’t want to mess with Angel.
She let me go abruptly, and I clutched at my long hair, my scalp tingling.
Angel only stroked her own silky hair with her long, manicured pink nails.
“You don’t look like much. You look poor as dirt. What is it? I’ve never been invited to share his bed. And I’ve sucked his dick like it was made of diamonds.”
“Just. . .let me go,” I said. “I don’t want any trouble.”
Angel gave me a scornful glance and flipped her hair. “You’re going to get trouble,” she said bluntly. “As long as you’re Raker’s favorite, there’s going to be trouble. Because I want to be his favorite. I want to warm his bed.”
She brightened suddenly.
“Wait, were you a virgin maybe?”
“No,” I said firmly, but I wasn’t sure how much Angel believed me.
Finally, after a last hard pinch on the underside of my breasts, she shrugged.
“It’s not going to last long,” she said, smiling maliciously. “Don’t get too attached.”
Just then Amira and Bridget rushed into the room and each took one of my hands.
“Teacher didn’t even need us,” Bridget spat. “Just stay away from her.”
Angel smiled, gleaming and bright, lazy and feline like a cat.
“Just warning her that Raker will get bored.”
“What’s that say about you ?” Amira shot at her. “Your sorry cunt has never even been asked to spend one night with him!”
Angel hissed, but Bridget hissed back at her, and Angel obviously didn’t want to mess with them.
Amira and Bridget looked sympathetically at me after pulling me out of the room, but I shrugged my shoulders, trying to assume a casual attitude I didn’t feel.
“I’m fine. She just gave me some good advice about not getting attached. Well, it’s good advice, anyway. I can’t get attached, can I?”
They looked shrewdly at me, and I felt like they could see right through me. Like they knew I was already falling for Raker.
“Yeah, but she’s still a bitch ,” Amira said.
But even though my scalp burned, I had learned one thing for sure.
Raker really had never done this before.
It had to mean something. Something special.
And that gave me a warm glow even the pain in my scalp couldn’t extinguish.
Raker really cared for me. I knew it.