Chapter Twenty Two Alexandra
As we started out of the roadhouse for his bike, Deacon asked, “Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going tonight?”
I giggled both from nerves and excitement. “Why is it a big, bad man like you can’t handle a little surprise?”
“In my line of work, surprises mean bad shit.”
“I promise you’ll like this surprise.”
For the last week, I’d been planning a surprise date night for the two of us. The idea had come to me after I’d had my best friend, Blair, come to an MC party. I knew if I was going to bring my best friends around to the idea that me of all people was dating a biker, I’d need Blair’s help.
To my surprise, Blair had a blast at the party. Even though she was an investment banker, she’d seemingly fit right in. Almost a little too much since she’d done body shots off of the shy and somewhat reserved prospect, Archer.
When I’d finally pried her away to ask her advice about Deacon, she’d proclaimed, “You need to drop the Madonna and embrace the whore.”
Furrowing my brows at her, I countered, “But Madonna always rocked her sexuality.”
Blair rolled her eyes. “I’m not talking about the singer. I’m talking about the Virgin Mary.”
“Oh that Madonna.”
“Yeah, that one.” Wagging a finger at me, Blair said, “Let’s face it. You can be a bit prudish, Alex.”
“I am not,” I huffed.
“Yeah, you are.”
“You act like I’m a virgin saving myself for marriage. I’ve had plenty of sexual partners.”
“And probably very vanilla sex.”
“Trust me, I can be kinky,” I protested.
“Is that right?” Blair questioned with an impish grin.
“It sure is. I’ve even told you about some of it. Remember?”
“True. So, you need to think of the kinkiest, most-depraved thing and do it for Deacon.”
“And erotic sex is supposed to cement our relationship?”
“It will throw him off if he’s chasing the whole good girl persona you got going on. It’s all new and fresh now, but what happens if that starts to wear off? You need to show him there’s depth to your sexual repertoire.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Are you trying to say that there’s nothing more to our relationship than sex?”
“Of course not,” she protested.
“It sure sounds like it.”
“Seriously, Alex. No one who has seen him look at you could argue that he doesn’t have serious feelings for you. And I don’t just mean sexually.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“But at the same time, he’s a man. And what did my mother always tell us about keeping a man happy?”
“Keep his belly full and his balls empty,” I said.
“Exactly!” Blair grinned. “Since you’re decent at cooking, you gotta amp up the sex game.”
I playfully smacked her arm. “Hey now. I’m not that bad of a cook.”
“Let’s hope your blow jobs are better than your beef roast.”
“Bitch,” I teased.
After that night, the devil on my shoulder had won the battle with the angel, and I’d entertained the idea of a sexual surprise for Deacon. Although I wasn’t a fan of the club owning a strip club, I’d decided to use it to my advantage tonight.
Underneath the dress I was wearing was a scandalous lingerie set. I planned on giving Deacon an eyeful while performing a lap dance for him in one of the private rooms I’d reserved.
After Deacon handed me a helmet, he said, “Come on, Alex. The surprise is done for considering I have to know where we’re going.”
As I adjusted the helmet strap, I replied, “The Lounge.”
I busted out laughing at the shock and horror on Deacon’s face. “Are you screwing with me?”
With a cat-like smile, I replied, “Not now, but maybe later.”
“You want me to take you on a date to The Lounge?”
Hiking my leg up, I slid across the leather bike seat. “I sure do.”
“You are aware of what goes on there, right?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Of course I am.” Wagging my brows, I added, “I was thinking about getting a lap dance myself.”
Deacon smirked at me. “All right. That’s enough yanking my chain.”
“I’m not.”
“Alexandra, there’s no way in hell you’re going to let another woman grind her pussy against yours.”
Wrinkling my nose, I replied, “You’re right. I’m not.”
“I knew it.”
I crooked my finger at him. “I’m going to rub my pussy against your cock.”
Once again, Deacon stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You’re really serious,” he finally replied.
“I am.”
“Fucking hell.”
“Time’s wasting, Jesse James,” I teased.
Shaking his head, Deacon got on the bike. After revving the bike to life, he made quick work getting us to the outskirts of town where The Lounge was. Several other bikes were parked outside.
As we started in the door, smoke rings assaulted my eyes while the smell of sweat and sex tinged my nose.
At the sight of a half-naked woman grinding on the pole in the center of the room, I froze.
What the hell had I been thinking? How was I going to give Deacon a lap dance if I couldn’t even be in the room with a stripper?
Deacon’s breath warmed my ear. “You don’t have to do this, White Bred.”
Hearing the amusement vibrating in his voice pissed me off. It was like he had expected this to happen. There was no way I could go home now like a dog with my tail between my legs.
Craning my neck, I plastered on my most convincing smile. “I booked one of the private rooms for us.”
I had to bite on my lip to keep from laughing at Deacon’s expression.
After taking his hand in mine, I led him across the room to the hallway where the private rooms were.
I wouldn’t have had a fucking clue where I was going if I hadn’t had one of the dancers show me around.
I’d also practiced my pole dancing abilities.
If he was surprised I knew my way around, he didn’t say. At the last door on the right, I slipped inside, pulling Deacon in behind me. My heart beat so loudly in my ears I was sure Deacon could hear it.
The door closing behind us echoed through me like a gunshot. At my jump of alarm, an erotic chuckle rumbled through Deacon’s chest. “Easy, White Bred. I’m not going to devour you now that we’re alone.”
Heat bloomed in me at his words. “And what if I wanted you to?”
Deacon’s nostrils flared. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I plan on tempting you for awhile.”
“Is that right?”
“At least through my pole dance.”
His brows shot up in surprise. “You’re going to dance for me?”
“After letting me teach Willow, surely you don’t doubt my abilities,” I mused.
“Ballet is a hell of a lot different than working the pole.”
“It’s all about technique.” Placing my hands on his shoulders, I started pushing him back to the leather couch. Once his knees his the back, I shoved him down on the couch.
Slowly, I undid the buttons on my dress. When I flashed him a peek at my lingerie, he threw his head back. “Fucking hell, Alex.”
“Like it?”
A growl rumbled through his chest. “You’re pure sin.”
“Why thank you,” I replied.
After smacking him in the face with my dress, I headed over to the stereo system. My music choice wasn’t typical, but it had meaning for the two of us. Once it began to play, I took the stage.
As Cher crooned about Jesse James, I twirled on the pole. I’d barely done a few flips when Deacon rose out of his chair and joined me on the small stage. Hanging upside down, I asked, “What are you doing?”
“Enough teasing,” he grunted.
After flipping back onto my feet, I asked, “Aren’t you a fan of my pole dancing?”
Taking one of my hands, he brought it to the bulge in his pants. “You tell me.”
I laughed. “I think I have two admirers.”
“You sure as hell do.”
“Okay, I’ll put the two of you out of your misery.” Jerking my chin, I said, “Put your hands over your head.”
“Mm, I like it when you’re bossy,” Deacon teased with a grin.
Once his hands were over his head, I went over to my purse to take out the handcuffs I’d bought on a whim. Since I knew Deacon wasn’t one who gave up control, I kept them hidden in my hands.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“I want to undress.”
“You know watching you strip is one of my favorite parts.”
“This time you have to trust me.”
With a frustrated grunt, Deacon pinched his eyes shut. “No peeking,” I warned.
“Would you just get that fine pair of tits out for me and my mouth?”
“Patience, patience,” I murmured, as I edged closer to him with the handcuffs.
At the sound of the handcuffs unblocking, Deacon’s brows furrowed. Before he could question me, I quickly slid them around his wrists and the pole.
The feel of the metal against his skin caused his eyes to snap open. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I ran my fingertips down his chest to his belt buckle. “Owning you.”
When my hand rubbed against his cock, his hips bucked. “Let me out of these, Alex.”
“Not until you come for me.”
Narrowing his eyes, he sneered, “You’re full of shit if you think I’m not coming in my pants like a teenager.”
I cocked my head. “Are you so sure about that?”
Bending over, I braced my hands on the floor while my ass began to work him over his jeans. He groaned as I ground against his dick. With each upward thrust of my hips, I rubbed a different part of his cock. His jeans became soaked both from my wetness and the precum that was leaking from his cock.
At his shudder of pleasure, I rose up and turned to face him. I leaned in to lick my tongue along Deacon’s lips before sucking his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling it slightly. Lifting one of my legs, I brought it around his hip.
Deacon’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, your pussy is scorching me through my jeans.”
My hands came to his neck, and I began to ride him just as if we were horizontal. My eyes locked with his as tiny pants of exertion came from my lips. “I like your idea of a lap dance,” Deacon grunted.
“Do you?” I implored.
“I’ve never been fucked on a pole before. It’s a whole new ball game.”
With a cunning smile, I said, “And no other woman will ever fuck you again, right?”
Deacon’s expression grew serious. “Only you, Alex.”
“And only you for me.”
Deacon grunted and flexed his hips against me, desperately trying to find more friction. I began working myself harder and harder against him. Biting down on his lip, I knew Deacon was willing himself not to give in and come in his pants.
Grabbing the strands of his hair, I jerked his head up to where he could meet my gaze. As the song echoed “Come on baby” around us, I commanded, “Come for me, Deacon. Come for me and me alone.”
The strain on his face was evident, but then he couldn’t fight it anymore. Throwing his head back against the pole, he let himself go. “Alex!” he barked out in a hoarse voice.
His orgasm set me off. I ground against him two more times before the walls of my pussy began to convulse. When I came back to myself, Deacon was staring hungrily at me. “I love watching you come.”
“I know how you feel.”
I then unlocked Deacon’s wrists from the handcuffs. As soon as his hands were free, he snatched me into his arms. With a squeal, I playfully fought against him.
After licking a trail up my neck to my ear, Deacon purred, “You’re not going anywhere, you little vixen.”
A shudder ran through me. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Lots of things.”
“Like what?” I questioned breathlessly.
“Dark and dirty things.”
A satisfied sigh escaped her lips when I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her over my shoulder. “Deacon, what are you doing?” I demanded.
“You bring out the fucking caveman in me.”
I giggled at his words and the way he stomped off the stage. If he thought I was going to protest, he was wrong. I wanted everything he was willing to give me.
After depositing me on the leather couch, all other coherent thoughts left my mind except the animalistic urge for Deacon to bury himself deep inside me.
After he jerked off his jeans, he crumpled them into a ball.
Before he started to use them to wipe up the mess along his thighs and hips, I reached out to stop me.
Leaning forward on the couch, I brought my tongue to lick the cum off of him. “Fuck that’s sexy,” he grunted.
Deacon wound some of the strands of my hair around his hand and jerked hard. I gasped in both pain and pleasure.
You deserve to be punished,” he growled.
“Then punish me. Just like you were mine to do with what I wanted, I’m yours now.”
Deacon’s cock started coming back to life. Visions of him bending me over one of the chairs and spanking my ass sent wetness pooling between my thighs. “I want to turn the tables on you.”
“Mm, how?”
“Just like you claimed me on the pole, I want to claim something of yours.”
Although apprehension pricked its way up my spine, I replied, “I’m yours. Do with me what you want.”
At the erotic look that flashed in Deacon’s eyes, I sucked in a breath.
“Take everything off,” he commanded.