31. Onyx
ONYX
Motorcycles are coming toward us and more are coming in from the east. “Turn, turn!” I yell, leaning in hard to the left, letting the voracity of my bike carry the speed and make that turn while the rest of the ladies take out the bastards who were going to mow Carver and Hawg down the minute they rode this way.
I straighten in the saddle and push on, propelling the gas as I cut bait through the desert, trying my best to get away from the last few stragglers on those bikes.
The bastards may think they have me, but I’m not daunted at all. And neither are the Harlots roaring around me, protecting me and then getting aggressive with one thing on their minds. Taking these two fuckers out. And they do.
I’m going back, I have to, to make sure that Hawg and Carver got out okay. I turn my bike, spin, laying my foot on the ground, riding it out, hoping against hope that me and my bike don’t go down.
And we don’t … I accelerate, heading right back into the chaos, with only one thing on my mind, Hawg.
I’ve barely gone a half mile when he roars through the dust, his glider thundering over the desert like it was made to do.
He pulls his bike up next to mine, spewing red dust up into the air as he nears.
“You disobeyed my rules, baby. I’m going to spank your ass so hard you can barely sit for a week when we get home. Now go!”
I don’t have to be told twice. I’ve not ever been the listen to the guy type of a girl, but Hawg’s love, his protection, and his absolute desire to make me his and keep me safe, it means more than I could ever try to say.
And all I can think about all the way home is that when it mattered, he was protecting not only me, but the Harlots, and everyone I love. And he could have been killed doing it.
I’ve barely put my kickstand down in the alley way behind the clubhouse when Hawg roars in behind me. He doesn’t say a word, just gets off his bike, unbuckles his helmet, and closes the distance between us.
“What didn’t you understand about staying home, safeguarded, in bed and waiting for me to come home after what we had last night?”
“You were gone so early. I was worried. And for good reason. They were going to ambush you,” I huff.
He picks me up, tosses me not too gently over his shoulder and walks me into the clubhouse, passing the other members of his team and ours who are looking on as he carries me up the stairs.
Hawg isn’t easy when we get to my room. He doesn’t kiss me or tell me it’s all right. Instead, he watches me with that smoldering intensity as he pulls my shirt over my head, then removes my bra and the rest of my clothes until I’m standing completely bare in front of him.
He sits me on the mattress and presses a hand to my chest, pressing me back into the softness while standing between my legs.
Only then does he pull out a pair of silver handcuffs from his vest and crawl over the top of me.
Straddling me with his powerful thighs. He plays with the cuffs right over my face, closing and opening them just stretching out the anticipation of what’s to come until he attaches me to the bed and slowly removes his clothes.
I swallow, watching as my body heats, each muscle coming into view.
Because this punishment, there’s no way I don’t want it. I crave it from the man who is strong and powerful enough to protect me and caring and gentle enough to make me know how much he cares.
That doesn’t mean I’m going to surrender so easily…
I buck my hips up as far and high as they can go. He grabs my thighs, keeping them caged with his hands and spreads them apart before lowering his head and blowing on my center. His hot breath blows against the red heat of my center, with no way to get away or escape.
“I want you.”
Hawg grins, his dick hard and erect against me, flaming off heat against my skin that I didn’t think could ignite until now.
“Hawg!” I cry out as the length of his fingers rub me down below, over and over against that special button, bringing me right to the very edge, only to stop and let the feeling go.
I’m almost delirious with need before he relents, and when he finally lets me come, I scream his name so loud that I’m sure every Harlot in this club can hear me climaxing in the middle of the day.