12. Chapter 6
Kaylynn
I am fighting Tommy, kicking and screaming with all my power, but I just feel his arms lock even tighter around my waist. Finally deciding to figure out what’s going on, I give in, and I prepare for what's to come.
Tommy sets me down on my feet, and pulls the hot pink helmet over my now crazy hair.
He buckles up the chin strap, and pats my helmet, as if I'm a dog, which makes me huff out of frustration.
I weigh my odds. Do I run now, or do I listen, figure out what’s going on, and run later? What do they even want with me anyway? And how the hell do they know my dad? As my mind is racing with thoughts and questions, Tommy grabs me, before placing me on to the back of his bike.
In a very stern manner, Tommy whispers, “Do as you’re told and there won’t be any more problems. You're already going to get punished for that little stunt you just pulled.” “Stunt? What?”
An abrupt laugh shocks me speechless, as I realize this man thinks I’m trying to be funny. I’m so confused. I need answers and I need them now, and I will not give in to these men, no matter how enticing it sounds. I'm beyond the feeling of frustration, shaking in my internal rage.
I guess I'll just have to do this a different way.
Pulling up to the back door of the club, Tommy stops the motorcycle. I pull off the helmet and hand it over to Tommy. “Why didn’t you just take me home?” “Ahhh, baby girl, isn't that the million dollar question,” he responds to me.
Rolling my eyes, I head towards the back door.
A vicious sounding snarl comes from my right, startling me.
Then all of a sudden, there’s a quick movement out of the corner of my eye, and with a quick squeeze to my throat, my breath is stolen from me.
Hot fingers lace around my neck, and my eyes start to water, before the same man with the bright forest green eyes lock onto mine, yet again.
“You were supposed to wait for us. We even said we were taking you home.” He snarls.
This man seems to have an entitled essence about him.
He's dressed in a pair of black slacks and a tight fitted tee, his tattoos peek out, swirling up and down his body that isn’t covered in clothing.
He has a woodsy, musky scent, and I want nothing more than to desperately nuzzle up into his neck, and feel the stubble that runs along his jaw line.
I am not sure why, but somehow he feels safe, and like home.
I am definitely not ready to look into that.
All of these emotions have me shaking like a leaf.
Can I just curl into myself and disappear?
He eases his grip slightly on my throat allowing me to breathe, letting me know he's in charge by the action.
I take in gulps of fresh air wanting to choke, but I hold myself together.
The last thing I need, or want, is to give these men the satisfaction of thinking I would actually submit to them. I don't even know who they are.
“Since you decided to disobey us, I think it's only right to show you what happens when you're a bad girl. I had my guys set up for a little show tonight.” His smugness is beginning to irritate me.
“Okay, look, I don't know you guys, or what's going on.
I'm really confused about so many things right now. Can someone at least tell me what's going on right now?” I plead. “You will find out everything at tomorrow’s ceremony,” he says.
Fuck that shit, I’m not going to any stupid ceremony.
These guys can kick rocks for all I care, and I’m definitely not doing it just because they said either.
“And before you get ideas in that beautiful head of yours, you will be going, because your dad, well, he sold you ! But enough about that right now. Like I said, all that information will come tomorrow at the ceremony. Right now, my brothers and I are going to show you what it means to disobey us!”
His voice comes out very angry, and I know this is something I'm probably not going to like. Or maybe I will? Something deep inside me knows they aren’t going to hurt me.
I don’t know why I think they’d like me or care enough about me to make me like their punishment.
I feel as though I look like total shit on a stick right now.
My hair is sticking up everywhere, my makeup is smeared and running down my face, and my dress is slightly hiked up.
Finally recovering from this whole situation, I step out of his grasp, and I try to straighten the hem, pulling the form-fitting dress back down over my thick thighs.
“Stop, leave your dress alone. I want to look at all of you. Better yet take it off,” he orders as he drags me down a hallway back into the club.
As I'm pulled through the main area of the club, I notice things have changed.
People are up on the balconies and lined along the stairs.
I'm taken to a small platform where a small couch is sitting.
“Take off your dress and lean over the couch so your face is down and ass is up.”
I don’t hesitate, something in his voice won’t let me.
With trembling hands, I slowly pull my dress up over my ass, pulling it over my head.
Good thing I decided to put on panties and a bra, or I would be completely exposed.
The demand of these men is powerful, making me feel obligated to do as they say, to submit to them no matter how hard I want to resist. It's almost as if I can't. Something deep inside me prevents me from going against their direct orders. Ugh, this is shitty.
Leaning over the couch like I was told, I catch the scent of stale beer and old liquor, mixed with rich perfumes, and I desperately try to hold back a gag at the wretched smell. This has to be the most vulnerable position I have ever been in.
To my right I catch a glimpse of two men with masks that are white and black with both the eyes and mouth elongated pulled over their faces, making shivers run down my spine.
I check to my left and two more men have the same masks on their faces.
All four come right behind me invading my space.
I know these are the four men from earlier who say they “own” me now.
Taking in slow, even breaths, I try to prepare for what’s to come. Bring it on.
“Oh, our sweet little Kaylynn, thinking she can do as she wants. But this, this is ours.” Looking towards him, he has his hands outstretched above his head as he spins around, talking to the audience, as well as to me.
“This is our Society, our packs’ land, all of it, including her!
” He points in my direction. “Stick out your ass now.” He demands.
Feeling a shock from something unknown inside of me, I do as I’m told for once.
Then another one of their voices comes. “Now, let’s show everyone what happens when you don’t listen to us.
” Coming up to my back, he runs his large hands through my messy curls, wraps his fist around my hair, and pulls my head back so I look into the mask's eyes.
“Count.” Is all that comes from his mouth.
“Count? What the fuck am I count-” Stopping mid-sentence, as I am startled from the sting of a palm to my butt.
“I. Said. Count.” He growls. Another smack comes, but this time it excites me.
Heat starts rising to my cheeks, and I drop my head down low so that no one can see me.
In no way am I showing anyone that this was something I want or…
like. “Two,” I yell out, making sure they can hear me.
There is a soothing rub that starts where the smacks just occurred, and immediately another man steps up to me.
“I hope all of this is sinking in, or we are going to have so much more fun than I thought.” This man says, right as another swat to my butt comes, and I yelp out from the contact.
He leans back down, running his hand over the area, and then his hand starts to travel down to my inner thigh. “Don't forget to count!” “Three.”
His hand swings back up, and as he spanks me again, his other hand finds my entrance.
Without any warning, two fingers glide inside me.
“Happy birthday, beautiful. Now be a good girl and take your punishment.” They hook right at the sweet spot, making me want to scream out.
A third finger is added, and the pressure is like nothing I have ever felt before.
I’m struggling trying to hold everything back.
“Let go, we got you, we always will.” And just like that, I unravel in this man’s hands, giving him something I have given no one, other than myself.
Before I can even comprehend anything, it's over.
He pulls his fingers out, immediately making me feel empty, and I pull away.
Realization hits me. I didn't just do that!
Embarrassment hits as I run to try to find something to cover myself with.
Where did I leave my dress? It was right here, I know it was.
“Looking for something?” I look up, finding my dress dangling from one of their hands.