Chapter 3
Chapter Three
VIPER
Searching Kierra’s eyes, I can see that she’s feeling out of sorts and needs to be put back to rights.
It’s why she has the attitude and keeps running off at the fucking mouth.
She gets overwhelmed sometimes by all the pressure and starts spinning out of control.
It’s all starting to make a lot more sense to me now.
Her need to surrender control and her thirst for pain with her pleasure.
She’s been the one taking care of everyone else around her for a long time. Fuck! That’s a lot of responsibility.
Not everyone is cut out to carry the weight of everybody else’s happiness and survival on their shoulders. Kierra is one of those people. She’s used to holding it all in, trying to keep it together for the sake of everyone around her, but she gets overwhelmed when the weight becomes too much.
What she needs is someone to take care of her.
There are some women, men too, that just want to be oblivious to the shit storms going on around them.
They prefer to be that caged bird that is hand fed and all their needs are met, having no desire to ever fly away.
My beautiful Vixen desperately wants to be that bird, but sadly she has too many people depending on her for that to be.
“Tell me what you need, Vixen,” I ask her for the first time in our relationship, which probably makes me an asshole, but I need to be sure if I’m right about my observation.
“I don’t know. I feel anxious and like everything is about to implode and fall apart around me,” she whispers as her body starts to tremble from my touch.
“Ok, baby. I know what you need. I’ll fix it. No more worries, it’s my problem now. I’ll make it better,” I softly say into her hair, smoothing my hand down her back as she instantly relaxes into my hold. The monster within me is stirring and getting excited by her surrender.
“Don’t move, Vixen,” I demand, sliding her onto her knees on the floor.
“Okay, baby,” she whispers, submitting as she stares up at me with so much trust in her hooded eyes. Something inside of me shifts in this moment, and I know that Kierra is mine. I won’t ever be able to let her go.
Sliding off the bed, I leave her room to peek into her spare bedroom where her nephew is sleeping soundly.
I imagine this is what her own children will look like one day since the sleeping boy looks so much like Kierra.
Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling I get when I think of her carrying another man’s child, I move back into her room and lock her door behind me.
Kicking off my boots, I set them aside before removing the rest of my clothes.
Standing in front of the goddess at my feet, I demand, “Open.” Pumping my cock, I swipe the drop of cum across her tongue before sliding into her mouth when she obediently opens for me.
Her perfect lips wrap around me as I slowly slide along her tongue, it feels so fucking good.
Looking into her heated gaze is the only reminder I need that she’s mine.
“Hands behind your back,” I command when she moves them to play with her pussy. I watch as she puts her trust in me to give her what she needs.
Sliding deeper into her throat, she swallows around me as I pull away, then push back in, repeating the motion.
“Your mouth is so fucking perfect, Vixen. Do you feel how hard you make me?” I groan, tilting my head back and squeezing my eyes shut tightly as I fuck her mouth and try desperately not to cum yet.
Panting, I pull free of her perfect lips as I step back and move around the bed to her nightstand.
Opening the drawer, I remove the vibrator I bought her a few months ago and throw it on the end of the bed.
Walking back around, I perch on the edge and reach for her hand to help her stand.
Moving her between my splayed legs, I place a kiss between her breasts as I guide her to straddle me while simultaneously thrusting into her weeping core.
“Ride me, Vixen,” I order as I lean in to take a pebbled nipple into my mouth. Sucking the hardened peak, I bite down as she continues to ride me like a rodeo queen, giving me the best fucking lap dance that I’ve ever had.
“Open,” I demand and when she does, I lubricate the vibe with her saliva before reaching around her and working it into her tight ass. She stalls, feeling the intrusion, and I tap her thigh as I hiss, “Ride me, now!”
“Fuck, Draven. It’s too much. I’m so full,” she mewls, but her juices are dripping down my balls, so I know it’s not too much.
“Want me to stop?” I ask, thrusting the little vibe faster and deeper.
“Nooo,” she moans, long and loud.
“Quiet, Vixen. If you wake the kid, this all stops.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, rolling her hips faster.
“Fuck me, Kierra. Squeeze me in that tight pussy,” I command, grunting when she follows my orders, rocking her hips harder and squeezing her pussy so tightly around me that it’s almost painful.
“You’re such a good girl. Fuck, Kierra, you feel so fucking good,” I praise her as I thrust the vibe harder and faster into her.
Leaning forward, I bite her nipple, and the added sensation is enough to send her into orbit.
As she falls against my chest, flying high into subspace and oblivious to the world around her, I gently remove the vibe.
Wrapping my arms around her shoulders to hold her tightly against my chest, I keep fucking her until I feel that familiar tingle in my spine right before I cum, filling her womb.
I hold her close until my heart slows, and she sluggishly comes back to reality with a sigh of contentment.
“Feel better, Vixen?” I ask her when she finally raises her eyes to meet mine.
“Much. I feel centered again.”
“Good. Let’s get you into bed, yeah? You need the rest, Kierra,” I tell her, standing up and gently sliding her onto her feet.
I watch as my cock slides free of her channel with a bounce against my belly, and my cum slides out, once again covering her thighs.
Fuck, I could watch that every day and never get tired of seeing it.
Moving around her, I pull the covers down and help her climb in before pulling them back up to her chin. “Get some rest, Kierra,” I direct, placing a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.
Stepping back, I take in her hair spread across the pillow, those long lashes fanning the tops of her cheeks, and her parted, pouty lips.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. Taking a deep breath, I know it’s time to get the fuck out of here when I start feeling like I want to stay.
I quickly dress and leave the same way I came, locking her front door behind me.
Standing in the hallway outside Kierra’s door, I pull my phone out and shoot Dexter a text to look into Kierra’s sister, as well as the rest of her family.
Something I should’ve done a long fucking time ago.
Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I start to move to the stairs when I see her next-door neighbor peeking through the cracked door.
“Hey,” I say, moving toward the door as it swings open and reveals a young man staring at me with wide eyes.
Once I get a good look at him, I decide he’s harmless and that he is probably the same age as Kierra.
“You know Kierra?” I ask him, nodding towards her door.
He nods his head that he does as he pushes his glasses up his nose.
“Think if I gave you a hundred bucks, you could call me if there’s ever a problem?
Say if someone’s bothering her or something like that? ”
“Yeah,” he mumbles. At his agreement, I hand him the money and the auto shop’s business card with my cell number on the back.
“Call that number on the back if you notice anything that doesn’t seem right, okay?
” I repeat, and again he just nods. “Thanks, man. Kierra’s important to me.
” He looks me over once more, then moves back into his apartment and closes the door without another word.
“Man of few words,” I murmur to myself as I turn and make for the stairs.
Twenty-five minutes later, I’m rolling through the gates and trying to decide if I want to go home or go see what’s happening in the clubhouse. Feeling my phone vibrate has me swinging into the gravel lot of the clubhouse and pulling out my phone.
Dex: Got some info.
I climb off my bike and shove my phone back into my pocket as I walk through the clubhouse doors.
Rounding the bar, I make my way through the kitchen and down the steps into the basement.
Looking up at the camera above the military-grade steel door, I flip it the bird, and seconds later, the locks disengage.
Dexter is our resident hacker and computer genius.
If it has to do with technology and he can’t do it, then it just can’t be done.
Period. He does a lot of illegal shit for us, and all he asks in return is for me to provide the tech shit he requests and to be left alone in his lair.
His “lair” as he calls it, makes up the entirety of the club’s basement and has been reinforced with solid steel to block signals going out or coming in. It’s basically a goddamned fortress.
“What did you find?” I question, climbing onto the platform and looking at the half dozen screens mounted on the wall.
“You ain’t gonna like this, Prez,” he warns as his fingers fly across the keyboard.
“Just what I wanted to hear. Hit me with it anyway,” I say, looking over at him.
Today he’s dressed in a Star Wars t-shirt and gray sweats.
He’s a grown fucking man standing at 6’3 and weighing 225 pounds of solid muscle, but you’d never guess from his wardrobe.
He really needs a fucking woman to take care of him.
“Your girl’s sister is mixed up with the Cuban Kings. If their track record is anything to go by, they’ll have her hooked on drugs and on the street turning tricks before the week is out.”