Chapter 1
Chapter One
VIPER
Eight Months Later
Hazel eyes stare up at me from between my feet as Vixen sucks my cock deeper into her throat. Gripping her hair tighter, I arch my hips, urging her to take more as she swallows around me.
“Fuck, Vixen. Your mouth is fucking heaven,” I groan as I pull out of her mouth, ready to fuck her before leaving for the clubhouse.
Kierra, aka Vixen, and I have been doing this same dance almost daily for the last eight months.
I never expected our arrangement to last this long but it has.
It’s easy, and although I care about her, it hasn’t been serious and doesn’t demand anything from me.
I text, and she comes. We have sex, and she leaves.
It’s mutually beneficial and it works for us both.
The only issue is that lately, I find myself getting anxious when it’s hours before I hear from her.
It isn’t lost on me that I’ve become possessive of her either, always needing to know where she is and who she’s with.
Especially who she’s with. The longer this thing between us goes on, the crazier she makes me feel.
“Stand up, Kierra,” I demand, grabbing her hands and hauling her onto her feet.
Fisting her hair, I tilt her head and take her lips savagely.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold her against me as I move toward the bed.
Releasing her, she falls back onto the mattress as I drop to my knees and pull her to me.
Sliding my hands up her legs, I press on her knees, opening her legs where I want them.
“Hurry,” she breathes, resting her body on her elbows, as she watches my every move.
Smoothing my hands up her thighs, I use my thumbs to part the lips of her sex and reveal her pink center.
I watch her reaction as I gently slide my finger reverently over her swollen clit.
My cock twitches in anticipation when her head drops back on her shoulders and her breath quickens.
My baby likes that. Bowing my head, I circle the hardened bud with my tongue slowly, drawing this out for as long as I can stand it.
With torturous, languid licks I bring her closer and closer to the edge before pulling away and starting all over again.
When she can’t take any more of the assault on her pussy, I press a tender kiss on the oversensitive bud and climb to my feet.
Positioning my hips between her splayed thighs, I line myself up with her entrance and slowly work my hardened cock into her dripping heat.
“Finally,” she wails, desperately needing to cum after being denied repeatedly.
Rocking my hips, I take my time as I grind my pelvis against her clit, drawing out the sounds of her pleasure.
Bending forward, I brace my elbows above her shoulders to hold her in place as I take her harder.
Her eyes start to roll as the first flutters signal that she’s close.
“So close,” she pants, giving me the opening to take her mouth in a heated kiss.
Ripping her mouth away, she throws her head back as her cunt squeezes me like a vice as she finds her orgasm.
Gritting my teeth, I count backwards from a thousand as she rides it out.
Pulling free, I flip her over and press on her back, signaling I want her to stay on her belly.
Moving in behind her, I run my hands across the smooth skin of her ass.
Her skin is so soft, like silk. Wedging her legs apart, I spit down the crack of her ass and rub the head of my cock through the lubrication before pressing against the puckered hole.
Gently pushing through the tight muscle, I give her a moment to adjust before setting a pace that won’t cause any damage.
Once her body has fully relaxed to the intrusion, I quicken my thrust.
“Oh God,” she cries out, panting out her discomfort.
“Want me to stop?” I say through clenched teeth, trying not to come.
I already know the answer though. She never wants me to stop.
In the last eight months, Kierra has discovered that her kink is pain.
She likes the darker, rougher side of sex, which works out perfectly for me since I like doling it out. The monster in me craves it, in fact.
“No! Please! Don’t stop. I’m close,” she exclaims, clenching the sheets in her fists.
“Wasn’t going to stop anyway. You’ll take what I give you,” I growl, slamming into her harder. It’s not true. I would stop instantly if she said so, but she gets off on handing control over to me.
Reaching forward, I pull on her wrists, crossing them at the small of her back. With better leverage, I quicken the pace and use her wrists to yank her into my thrusts. Securing her wrists in one hand and pounding into her harder, I spank her ass, leaving a red handprint in my wake.
“Oh God. Please, Viper,” Kierra squeals.
Another spank and it’s exactly what she needs to launch her into orbit, pulling me along right behind her.
Pressing the weight of my body into hers, I take a second to catch my breath before placing a kiss behind her ear. Gently pulling out, I watch as my cum slides out of her ass and coats the lips of her sex and thighs. “Fuck, that’s hot.” Thank God Kierra’s on birth control.
Climbing off the bed, I go into the bathroom and start the shower so we can both get cleaned up.
Kierra has to work tonight, and Sadie is supposed to come by the clubhouse for a visit.
Walking back into my bedroom, I scoop Kierra up and walk us both into the stream of hot water.
She giggles as I slide her down my body.
The sound goes straight to my cock, and like always, I’m hard for her again.
“No time, babe. I gotta get to work.” She grins at my dick that’s poking her belly.
“Yeah,” I sigh in frustration. Unfortunately, she’s right.
Sadie will be here soon too, and I don’t want her catching Vixen leaving my house.
That’s a can of worms I’ve been able to avoid for eight months, and I’d like it to stay that way.
I don’t want to explain to my daughter that I’m fucking a woman who’s only a couple of years older than her.
Twenty minutes later, we’re both showered and drying off. Fifteen minutes after that, I’m walking her out the front door. With one last kiss on her pouty lips, I send her on her way until next time. Which will probably be later tonight since I’m a fucking fiend for her.
In the time that I’ve spent with Kierra, which honestly isn’t all that much outside of the bedroom, I have learned that she’s a free spirit that goes where the wind blows her.
She’s sort of a gypsy soul who refuses to conform to what society demands of her, and honestly, I don’t think the girl has a care in the world.
I know she lives alone and likes to smoke a little weed here and there.
She is one of my top performers at Heaven’s Door and men can’t look away when she’s dancing on stage, seducing them with the fantasy of having her body.
I know she was a perfect student when I taught her how to please me and introduced her to different things I like.
I was honestly surprised that she responded to pain so beautifully.
What little I do know about her, I like.
I’m in a position of power and responsibility here, which requires me to always be in a serious mind frame, so getting to watch Kierra be carefree when we are together is refreshing, and making her bend to my will is exhilarating. It’s the best of both worlds.
Pulling up in front of the clubhouse, I see that Sadie is already here and say a silent prayer that she didn’t try coming by the house first before coming back over here.
The Saints clubhouse is an old two-story industrial warehouse that sits on hundreds of acres, most of it swamp land, but that comes in handy from time to time.
The compound is surrounded by ten-foot fencing and is under constant watch, thanks to Dexter and his multitude of gadgets.
A gravel road runs from the gates and continues until it meets the trees.
My house sits back off the road, and if Sadie had attempted to come by the house first, she’d have seen Kierra’s unfamiliar car there.
Which means I may be in for a long line of questions.
Groaning, I climb off my bike and head for the doors, trying to prepare myself for the Sadie inquisition just in case she did see something that I didn’t want her to.
Stepping inside, I look to the back and see my girl sitting at the bar talking to Pipe; whatever it is they’re talking about has his eyes about to pop out of his head.
Strolling up behind her, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and kiss the top of her head.
“Hey, baby girl. Ready for some dinner?”
“Yeah, I’m starved. I already peeked in the kitchen and gave G our order.
” My girl grew up inside these clubhouse walls, so seeing club girls milling about isn’t a thing to her.
It probably wasn’t the best way to raise her, but it was what it was.
She turned out ok considering some of the bunnies had a hand in helping to raise her when I needed it.
I move back so she can slide off the barstool, then I grab my beer from Pipe’s hand and lead her over to my booth in the back corner of the room. Sliding in, I wait until she’s seated before asking, “How are classes going?”
My daughter is enrolled at the University of Miami and is studying to be a nurse.
I’m so damn proud of her and everything that she’s managed to accomplish.
I’m not sure how it happened, but she is such a sweet and kind girl.
Something she didn’t get from me. Ever since she was little, she always wanted to fix the “boo-boos” when someone would get hurt.
I have no doubt that she’ll make one hell of a nurse.