Chapter 10
Cat
This was crazy. I couldn’t believe I’d let this wild biker into my life, let alone my apartment! But try as I might to work up the proper levels of indignation over his heavy-handed ways, I couldn’t deny how much I liked them. How turned on he made me feel.
With every step we took closer to my bedroom, the wetter I became. By the time he dropped me on the bed, I was gushing like a fountain.
Ace promptly shrugged out of his leather vest and t-shirt. Bare from the waist up, he was so magnificent, I could have wept for joy. I’ve never referred to a man’s physique as beautiful before, but this biker could only be described as that. I’m talking about sheer perfection.
Every muscle looked as though it had been sculpted by a gifted artist. Every line and ridge that outlined them, a masterpiece of absolute symmetry.
His tattoos, which I hadn’t even known I was into until I’d met this enigmatic man, covered nearly every square inch of visible flesh.
Flames, tribal imagery, animals, and his club name, all blended in a perfect mosaic of color and proportion wherever they’d been skillfully inked.
I wanted to lick this man from head to toe. Every damn inch of him looked absurdly delicious. I couldn’t help but stare at his body with an unadulterated, ravenous hunger that made me yearn to gorge on anything he was offering.
“Strip,” Ace ordered then, after giving me some time to take him all in. His grey eyes were half lidded yet more intense than ever as he watched me watching him. “I want you naked, now.”
I shivered at his dark command. The men I’d known in the past didn’t talk to me like this, and I was ashamed to admit I liked it.
I liked it a lot. In fact, I liked everything Ace did or said.
He turned me all the way on and made me feel like his living sex doll.
Even worse, I wanted to be his in every conceivable way. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
When we’d returned home from Krammer’s, I’d changed into a bright red bodysuit that hugged my curves just right.
I’d paired the slinky outfit with tiny, faded denim shorts.
I guess I’d been fooling myself thinking what I wore would even matter.
We both knew why I’d invited the gruff biker into my home, and it wasn’t for drinks or stimulating conversation.
It was for the raw, carnal act we were about to indulge in, and frankly, felt like I’d been waiting for my whole adult life.
Standing, I reminded myself to be bold and give this man exactly what he asked for. Which was exactly what I wanted: his attention, body, and more orgasms throughout the night than I could count.
Unbuttoning my shorts, I slowly drew them down my thighs then toed them off onto my floor.
Ace’s eyes flared with lust as he saw that my bodysuit was a thong. “What’s this?” he said, coming closer and smoothing his hands over my rear.
Hooking his finger under the thin strip of material, he ran it along the contour of my body until he reached the part that slipped between my pale cheeks.
My throat felt parched when I answered, “A thong. I thought you might like it.” From the brewing storm of lust in his eyes, I’d guessed right.
“Hmm,” he hummed, his free hand trailing down my stomach.
His fingers paused on my mound and teased my seam through the thin fabric, driving me absolutely wild.
“You were right. I fucking love it. Now turn around, put your hands on the bed, and bend all the way over. I want to see that beautiful ass of yours up close,” he thickly demanded.
Doing as I was told, I spun on my toes. Leaning my forearms onto the mattress, I canted my hips so that my ass was held high in the air. Holding my breath, I waited for his next command, or action, whatever it may be.
Ace smoothed his hands over my bottom, kneading the thickest part. With one hand, he found the snap of my thong and popped it open so he could have access to all of me. With his big hands on my naked ass, he spread my cheeks apart, and I could feel him staring at the tight bud between them.
He made a rumbly, growling noise and I nearly came on the spot.
I’m not sure why it spoke to me so deeply, but it did.
My body responded by getting so wet, the moisture began to coat my inner thighs.
I should be mortified that he was looking at me there.
But I wanted him to look. Look, and maybe even touch.
“I’m going to fuck you in every hole, babe,” he fervently promised. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to be dripping with my cum, begging for me to bite you and mark you as my woman.”
The old me would have been horrified by this statement, but from this man, it caused my stomach to clench excitedly.
“Tell me how much you want my cock and cum,” he demanded, squeezing my ass hard now.
“I want it, Ace,” I answered breathily, his name sounding like a gasp on my lips.
He gave my rear a firm whack and I started. “I said tell me you want my cock and cum. Say it! All of it, or I won’t give it to you.”
My heart beat faster as I absorbed what had just happened. No man had ever spanked me before. I hadn’t been prepared for what it would feel like. Or what it would do to me.
I hesitated, trying to decide where to go from here. My inaction caused Ace to spank me a second time. This time even harder than the first. Clenching my cheeks, I tried to lunge forward but Ace snagged my hips and growled his disapproval.
“Don’t move, babe. You need this. You crave it,” he soothed, before delivering four more quick, sharp ‘thwaps’ to my bottom, each successive strike more stinging than the last.
Denying his words, even though they held a ring of truth to them, I began to wildly buck against his hold. I was a modern woman! I didn’t like things like spankings and men ordering me about. That was only for my romance novels, books I read late at night when no one was watching or judging.
My rebellion earned me even more of the same. Each time his large palm landed on my rear it was more powerful than the last.
Ace took a seat on my bed then and dragged me over his lap, yanking up the unsnapped part of my bodysuit so he had full access to my rear. “I’ve waited far too long to do this.”
Far too long? We’d only just met! But those thoughts were quickly driven out of my head as Ace began to spank my bare ass and my skin began to burn something fierce from his perceived overdue discipline.
I fought it for as long as I could, but slowly, I let go and began to accept my fate. To my horror, my pussy was weeping with desire. My juices were so abundant, I knew they must be soaking the front of Ace’s jeans by now.
When I didn’t think I could take any more, I whimpered, and Ace stopped. His hand smoothed over the reddened skin, bringing some measure of comfort to my abused flesh, but he kept me over his lap.
Ace openly sniffed the air and growled. His fingers dipped between my legs and began teasing the entrance to my sex.
“Fuck, Cat! You’re so wet, you might even be able to take my knot tonight.” He growled, in a voice that was all bass.
That statement startled me. Kane had said the same thing earlier. Before I could ask Ace what the hell it meant though, one of those long fingers of his plunged into my pussy and I grunted with pure joy.
“That’s it, baby,” Ace cooed, his finger diving in and out of my slick center before he added a second, which made it even more sensitive.
“Get nice and relaxed. Even as wet as you are, I’m going to have to loosen you up some before we fuck so that I don’t hurt this snug little pussy hole of yours.
Because once I start, I’m not going to want to stop.
I’m going to use you all night long. Sore or not. ”
The burn of my skin seemed to somehow heighten the pleasure of his touch. My pain and pleasure receptors were working in tandem now, making each stroke of his fingers feel better than any sex I’d experienced before.
“You want to cum, babe?” Ace baited, his gravelly voice soaked with desire. “Beg me for it and I’ll rub this,” his thumb grazed my clit, and I nearly combusted into flames, “just like you need.”
“Please, Ace!” I begged, beyond shame now. Beyond anything but the need to break into a million tiny, jagged pieces. “I need to cum. I need to cum so bad!”
Ace’s fingers began to slow down then, and I snarled like a wild animal. I’d done what he ordered. Why was the cruel bastard playing with me?
Ace chuckled at my anger as his thumb found my sensitive clit. “You’ve been such a good girl, Cat. I’m going to let you cum as you ride my fingers. Cum for me, baby. Cum for your Alpha.”
His words ceased to have meaning once I heard what I needed to. I blasted off like an epic display of fireworks on the 4th of July. The euphoria didn’t just happen in one burst, but in a series of progressively larger, more impactful explosions that seemed to go on and on.
Grinding my hips against Ace’s hand like a fucking animal, I rode each wave as though my life depended on in. At that moment, it did.
“That’s it, Cat. Get your slick all over me. It smells so good. I bet it’ll taste even better when I lick it all up and make you cum all over again.”
I didn’t think I could take another orgasm. I was too worn out after the first, which was still coursing through my veins like liquid fire.
Picking up my limp body, Ace arranged me at the top of the bed. Next, he stood and kicked off his jeans. His massive erection tented his boxers.
Kneeling on the mattress, he spread my thighs wide and said, “Lay there and enjoy yourself, mate. I’m going to get you off again before I stick this,” he gave the enormous bulge a harsh tug before settling closer to my pussy, “inside of that gorgeous cunt of yours.”
I could barely move after that dizzying orgasm, let alone summon the urge to argue. Lowering his head between my legs, Ace began to lap up all my juices, growling like a savage as he tasted me. Devoured me. It wasn’t long before he brought me to the brink of madness once more.