Hearts On Fire: Devils Iron MC 4.5 (Devil's Iron MC) Read online

  Slowly rising to standing I turn quickly and am met with Vincent’s hands on me in an instant, steadying me. Pearl is back in front of me moments later, fitting a set of vicious alligator clamps onto my nipples. Moaning out loudly and not being able to stop the tremors and climax that rocks my body, I know that this night is only going to get better.

  “Thank you for allowing me to come, Ma’am.”

  Feeling a sharp tug on the chain that connects the clamps, my eyes shoot up to Pearl’s in a second.

  “Do not forget to thank that gorgeous husband of yours for letting you play with me tonight in celebration of your big day. Also, thank my Sir and Master for allowing me to play with you and letting me please them by having you under me.”

  “Of course Ma’am, I’m sorry.” My eyes move to Vincent’s as I say “Thank you husband for allowing me to serve you by pleasing Ma’am and you however you see fit.” Turning my head to the area where Markus and Abraham are, I go on. “Thank you Master Markus and Sir for allowing your wife, sub, and Pet to top me and give me what pleasure that she sees fit.”

  Pearl must have approved of my show of gratitude because I quickly find myself bent back over the spanking bench. Followed short moments later by my husband’s cock being driven deep into my throat, making me gag. Seconds before I feel Pearl’s hands on my ass and the strap on being driven into my pussy. The double assault is something that I could get use to and I am brought a deeper understanding of how Pearl must feel being together with her husbands.

  Bringing me to orgasm a second time while having my husband come down my throat leaves me complete and utterly drained, which Pearl senses in a moment. Pulling out of me with a pop, she takes the plug out of my ass quickly. Wrapping me in a blanket before my husband grabs me up and brings me to the couch nearest the stage.

  All I hear as I come down from the intense pleasure I have felt is murmurs from the crowd that has gathered to watch us. Saying how beautiful the scene was and how the Master’s Pet and her Sweet thing are treasures to be sure.

  As I am drifting off in my husband’s arms with our friends close by, I am jolted out of my rest from a piercing pain and then a stream of water coming out of me.

  Our babe, it seems, has decided to make an early entry into our lives.

  THE END

  ~UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN~

  Here is a sampling of my other series-

  Unbroken Fates

  Fates Reborn book 1

  GM Scherbert

  Alex~

  Being a single mom is nothing that I would have ever thought would happen to me, yet here I am raising three teenage girls by myself. Little time to myself, let alone to meet someone else. After all the years I spent with Shannon, I am not sure that I want to.

  When Nicholas comes into my life, it is like a freight train hits me. He is all consuming and it is something that I never want to end.

  When I find out who he really is, I will never be the same.

  I cannot be with him once I know.

  No matter how much he has made his way into my pants, my life, my heart.

  Nick~

  I have wanted her for as long as I can remember. When I see her across the bar from me that night I knew I had to have her. I wasted no time in taking what I wanted, and had her underneath me that very night.

  For a while I am truly and utterly happy. Being with her is something that I have never experienced before. I don’t want it to end.

  When she finds out who I am, everything changes. She won’t be with me. She is afraid and scared.

  She doesn’t understand this is what I have wanted since I was old enough to know what my dick should be used for.

  She will be mine.

  Chapter 1

  Alex

  It’s been a few years since Shannon died and each day I think about him still. I don’t cry near as much as I used to, but the tears still flow, and I still miss him almost as much as ever. Only within the last three or four months have I even started to head out with girlfriends, knowing that life goes on, even if my husband did not.

  Being a single mom is nothing that I would have ever thought would happen to me, yet here I am raising three teenage girls by myself. The girls started to get back into a normal routine and within six months of their father’s passing they had finally fallen back into it completely. Audrey who is now in her senior year of high school is really looking forward to going to college next year. Getting away from Zion as quickly as she can. Andrea whose fifteen and in her freshman year is looking forward to getting her temps in only two short months. Then there is Annabelle, thirteen going on thirty if there ever was one. She is putting me through the ringer at every turn, never stopping herself from questioning each and every one of my decisions.

  Margaret, Melissa, Ivette, and I have been friends for the majority of the time that I have lived in Zion. They are dragging me out with them for the first time since Shannon’s death. Not that they haven’t tried, because they sure as hell have, but because I couldn’t come up with an excuse quick enough to escape this torture, here I am, stuck. Ivette needs grown up time away from her nephew and niece that she is raising alone. Margaret needs a night away from her ball and chain, so that she can listen to something other than, as she puts it, him complain about all the shit their sons are into. Melissa on the other hand, as always, is the ring leader in this. She is single and has no problem heading out most nights of the weekend, fuck that the whole week, to find some fun. Even when the girls were young I always looked forward to seeing Melissa and hearing her stories from her previous escapades.

  I am on the PTA and have been widowed for a little more than two years and I don’t want to get back out there. The girls, however, have different ideas about what I need and where tonight will lead. We are going out to a dance club for some god forsaken reason. Us, a bunch of over forty somethings, going to a place that we will by far be the oldest people in and for what? So that I can be thrown back into the dating scene, FML.

  Getting out of the shower I reach, almost instinctively for the LulaRoes, knowing that comfort is the only thing that will keep this night somewhat bearable. Knowing that Melissa and Ivette arrived about ten minutes ago, I throw my hair up and head downstairs. Before I even reach the bottom step I hear, “awe hell no! Get back up those stairs, we are not going to fucking yoga class we are going out, and you sure as hell are not wearing those or heading out looking like that.”

  FUCK ME!

  Turning around I head back up the stairs, suddenly finding myself with two shadows following me. Ivette heads towards my bathroom and starts digging through makeup, while Melissa heads to my closet after putting her glass of wine on the nightstand. Shaking my head, I know that the comfort that I was so looking forward to tonight has just gone out the window. Sitting on the bed, I look towards Melissa, who walks out of the closet with empty hands before heading out the door into the hallway. I am not left to wonder long, before she returns with a dress out of Audrey’s room.

  “Missy, what are you doing? I am not wearing that out tonight, come on.”

  “Then you better get your ass up and find something in that closet that you can wear out.”

  As I get up off the bed Melissa slaps me on the ass before lying out on the bed reaching for her glass of wine. Heading to the dresser I reach for the bottom drawer sliding it open slowly. Moving a few things around I pull out a dress that has been hidden away and fling it on the bed.

  “Oh see now, you were holding out on me,” Melissa says holding up the little black dress making it dance as she does. “This is perfect, and I saw a pair of red heels in there that would be perfect.” Getting off of the bed she heads back into the closet as I change into the dress.

  Glancing towards the en suite bathroom I see Ivette waving me over. As I get to the door I see that she has laid out an assortment of makeup and plugged in the curling iron.

  “Sit down Alex, let me get a hold of that hair quick so we can get going.” Sitting
on the side of the bathtub I hear Melissa talking from the other room. It gets louder as she walks into the bathroom with the red heels. Closing her phone, she puts it in her pocket as she looks towards us.

  “Margaret is out. She has to stay home or some shit because Peter isn’t feeling well. Ugh, fucking dudes.”

  Laughing at her, I feel a tug on my hair before I can answer her. “Look straight ahead Alex, I am trying to get this hair to match that hot as hell little black dress.”

  When Ivette finishes up with my hair she steps in front of me and does my makeup quick, putting it on much heavier than I ever would. As we head back downstairs, I let the girls know that I’m heading out and if they need anything to call. Audrey lets me know that I don’t need to worry, that I should go out and have a good night, try to make some new friends.

  HA! New friends, that is just what I don’t need. The ones I’m heading out with tonight seem to have it in for me the way it is. Heading for the Square, I feel our night is about to get a lot more interesting.