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  But when he opened his eyes, lifted his head an inch, and looked at her again, she felt this chemistry zing between them.

  “I love you, Bobbie. I really fucking love you, and I’ve been holding that in for far too long.”

  Everything in her body stilled.

  “I fucking love you.” And then he slammed his lips on hers, slipped his tongue into her mouth, and grabbed the back of her head. He tangled his hands in her hair, tilted her head back and dominated her in the way she craved, in the only way that made her instantly wet and ready to submit.

  Chapter Nine

  Her body shook with anticipation, and pleasure mounted inside of her knowing Rook was right behind her, waiting to dominate her. Rook could be ecstasy and agony all rolled into one, and it got even more intense when he was upset or his arousal was to the breaking point.

  She’d always felt this pleasure where it concerned Rook. She loved him, loved the pain he gave her with her ecstasy. Since she realized the intense emotions she had for him, her pleasure during their time together had grown so much. Bobbie had thought there wouldn’t have been a future with him more than in the bedroom, but he loved her. He fucking loved her.

  The very thought that Rook would control her, dominate her, had warmth moving through her, had her pussy wet and her nipples hard. She could practically feel his hands on her, his belt … spanking her, whipping her until bruises formed. He’d restrain her, tease her, torment her, and give her the pain she needed to reach her pleasure. But all of that gave Bobbie pleasure, heightened her sensations, her experience, and she knew she’d do anything for him.

  Like all the bikers, he was hardcore, didn’t fuck around when it came to protecting his club and those he cared about, and for so long she thought he’d only seen her as just another pussy on the side. But no, he loved her.

  He. Loved. Her.

  “You’re mine, Bobbie,” he said behind her, his voice deep, holding all of that control, dominance, and arousal she’d become addicted to. “I love you, and you’re my old lady. This isn’t something that can be broken, you understand? You accept that?”

  “Yes,” she said responding to both questions. She could now look at him and know she was his, totally, irrevocably his old lady.

  “You’ll be mine forever, Bobbie?” He smoothed his hand over the back of her shoulder, her clothing in the way. All she wanted was to be naked, to give herself to him, not as a piece of ass, but because she was actually his. She was only his.

  “I’ve only ever been yours, Rook.” And that was the truth. It had been the truth for so long.

  She’d always submit to him, anytime, anyplace, and for any reason. He was the man that she wanted to own her, to show her that there was more to sex than just lying on her back. This relationship they had, even before they’d confessed their feelings, had still been so intense, more consuming than anything she’d ever experienced.

  She was a woman in love that wanted to please the only man she’d ever seen a future with, the only man she’d ever loved.

  You’re so deep in all of this, so deep in him.

  “I want you naked for me, Bobbie. I want to see your creamy skin right before I make it red.”

  A shiver worked through her at his words.

  Not thinking about anything aside from right here and now, she got undressed, and when she bent to take off her heels he stopped her with a low sound.

  “Leave the heels on, baby. I like to see you with them when I fuck you.”

  God.

  The sound of the party just outside came through the walls, even though they were thick. Her pussy was so damn wet that when she clenched her thighs together she felt the cream from her arousal. Her nipples were tight and hard, and her heart was racing so fast it was painful.

  Bobbie knew Rook liked what he saw. Even if she wasn’t skinny like the sweet-butts that hung out at the club, he still desired her. In fact, Bobbie was pretty sure Rook didn’t like those twig-built women. No, he liked that she was a healthy, plump, and curvaceous size sixteen, and he liked that she had the meat for him to hold onto while he fucked her good and raw.

  “Your body was made for me, made for my cock.”

  Yeah, it was.

  When she was naked she just stood there, staring at Rook, who was still totally dressed. But the truth was she got off on being naked in front of him while he still had his clothes on. She liked knowing she was bared for him, everything on display, nothing hidden from his intense gaze.

  “Turn around and face the bed. You know what I like, Bobbie.”

  Yeah, she did.

  After she turned around she stood there for what seemed like forever, Rook not speaking, not touching her. His room was the only room in the clubhouse that had a bed with posts at each corner, and she knew that wasn’t a coincidence. Rook liked tying her up, liked restraining her for his sadistic pleasures.

  She looked at the posts on each side, and then lowered her gaze to the foot of the mattress. Her heart raced as she imagined herself restrained for Rook, her arms at the top, bound, her legs below in the same fashion. He had restrained her before, so many times, in fact. He’d whipped with his belt, worshiped her body with his hand. He’d made her to come, but only when he’d deemed it fit. God, a shiver worked through her at that thought, at that image, and the memories of what she’d experienced.

  “You know what position I want you in,” he said in that deep, masculine voice of his.

  Bobbie closed her eyes and instantly went into position, bent over the bed, braced her legs apart, and presented herself to him. She anticipated everything this man gave her, looked forward to the pain that encompassed every part of her. Just thinking about him hurting her in the way she loved had her body reacting in every arousing way.

  “Bend over further, Bobbie. Let me see your cunt spread. Let me see your tight little asshole.”

  Her throat dried, and her pulse beat harder.

  She bent at the waist even further until her forearms were flush with the mattress. And when she started to spread her legs, it clearly wasn’t fast enough for Rook. He had a hand in her hair, pulled her head back enough a gasp of pleasure/pain left her, and used his booted foot to kick her legs out so wide her inner thigh muscles protested.

  “When I say spread for me, I don’t mean take your sweet fucking time. It means show me that red, wet fucking cunt, Bobbie.”

  A moan spilled from her at the harshness that came from him.

  With her legs spread wide, and her hands clenched in the material of the comforter, she waited for the intensity to engulf her. And it always did with Rook. Always.

  The sound of his boots on the hardwood floor, coming closer filled her. And the closer he came the more excited she became, the wetter she grew, and the higher her body temperature rose.

  “When you’re a good girl you make me so pleased,” Rook said, his deep voice skating along her flesh, making her feel as though he were touching her, stroking those long, big, and calloused fingers over every inch of her body. “And you are a good girl, baby. I can see how ready your pussy is for me, how pink, wet, and swollen you are for my big cock.”

  This wasn’t just a game, but a lifestyle, for both of them. She knew better than to treat it as a novelty. This was the real thing, with emotions and chemistry.

  “You like when I give you an order, don’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “Yeah, you like when I tell you what to do, command your body because I own it.” He stroked his fingers along her spine and she closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling. “You like being my Painslut, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Bobbie felt him remove his fingers from her body, and then a moan nearly spilled from her when she heard the sound of him removing his belt. The sounds of the buckle being unlatched, of him unbuttoning his jeans, and finally of the gentle slap of leather against denim as he pulled it through the loops, stroked over her as if he were actually touching her.

  “Yo
u like having your control taken away, like having my marks on your flesh,” he said with domination.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And look at how red and wet this pretty cunt is for me.” And then he touched her, pressed his hand right between her thighs and stroked her slit. “Yes, such a good girl. Your pussy is soaked for me, for my dick.”

  Before she could move, could even take her next breath, he pulled his hand away, but just as quickly he smacked her pussy with his open palm.

  Bobbie rose on her toes, the back of her heels rising off the ground as pleasure and a sting of pain filled her. It felt so good. Rook was making her feel so damn good. She grew wetter, her clit throbbed, her pussy muscles clenched of their own accord, and she knew she could get off on this torturous pleasure alone.

  “You want more?”

  She nodded, but then knew she’d messed up.

  He immediately stepped back, his body heat leaving her, his erotic touch gone.

  “Yes, Sir, I want more.”

  For what seemed like forever he didn’t move closer to her, but then she felt his body heat seep into her. Closing her eyes she waited for him to touch her again.

  “I asked you a question, Bobbie.” He smoothed his hand over her ass cheek. “Tell me again. Do you want more?”

  “Yes, Sir. More please.”

  He slapped her pussy again and again, and a cry left her. She instantly knew she should have held it in, should have kept her sounds of pleasure and pain inside. He moved back instantly again, and she felt his disappointment in the air.

  “Look at me, Bobbie,” he commanded.

  She looked over her shoulder, her heart stopping, her throat closing. He stood there, his pants unbuttoned but zipped, showing that V of muscle, that line of dark hair starting below his navel and disappearing beneath the jeans. His t-shirt hung free from the waistband of his pants, and his leather cut showed the danger, the power, the masculinity that poured from him.

  Rook was a dangerous man, a hardened male.

  And he was hers.

  His short, dark hair was still disheveled, and she loved that messy look on him. His eyes, so dark, almost menacing, had a shiver wracking her entire body. He didn’t say anything for what felt like forever, and when he took a step closer her body heated without him even having to touch her.

  “Tell me the rules, baby girl.”

  She continued to stare at him, looked down at his hand, at how he held his belt tightly, and swallowed when his knuckles turned white as he gripped it with an iron fist. But he didn’t spank her with it, didn’t whip her with that leather. Instead he set the belt on the bed, took off his cut and t-shirt, and continued to keep his focus on her.

  He just stood there, staring at her, making her feel more exposed than she already was. It had nothing to do with the fact she was spread for him and he was still dressed. This was something different, something deeper. It was the love they had for each other, the honesty they’d shared, that made this situation so much more.

  “Start telling me the main rules, Bobbie.” His voice brooked no argument.

  “No noise unless you give me permission, Sir.”

  He didn’t nod, didn’t speak. Rook just kept watching her.

  “Only get off when you give me permission to, Sir.”

  He grunted in response.

  “Always obey what you say.”

  “That’s right, baby.” He seemed to coo, but in that deep voice of his. “And what else?”

  “If it gets too intense use my safeword, but know that you’ll always protect me.”

  “Good girl.” He moved closer, and she felt the hard outline of his dick pressed right to her pussy. His body was so hard, so hot, and with her eyes closed she imagined him naked behind him. All those defined, tattooed, and toned muscles flexing, bunching—she could have gotten off on that image alone.

  “And what happens if you break those rules, baby?”

  She had to force herself to speak. “Then you punish me, Sir.” And when he punished her it wasn’t the good kind of pain, but the kind that meant he was disappointed, that she’d been too bratty, too mouthy. It was the kind of pain she hated, because she didn’t want him disappointed in her.

  “That’s right, and you were a bad girl right now, weren’t you?”

  She nodded and said, “Yes, Sir, I was.” There was heat in his voice, and she knew this experience was going to be different from every other time, was going to rival every other time.

  She opened her eyes and saw him grab the belt that was lying beside her. Before she could think, he was bringing the belt down across her ass. She clenched her teeth, rose on her toes, squeezed her eyes shut, and absorbed the pain that came with the stinging rush of the belt on her flesh. Just as the pain faded and the pleasure took its place he spanked her again.

  Over and over.

  Harder and faster.

  Rook did this until her flesh felt hot right before it numbed, and the endorphins went wild inside of her, sparking off her nerve endings, and causing her to use self control to not cry out.

  “Who owns you?” he asked in a harsh, demanding, dominating tone.

  “You, Sir. Only you.”

  He brought the belt down along the back of her thighs.

  “You only belong to me. From this moment on you’re my woman, my old lady.” He tossed the belt aside, had his hand right on her pussy, and shoved a finger in her fast and hard. She opened her mouth on a soundless cry. “This pussy belongs to me.” He placed his fingers at her mouth, forcing her lips to open so she had to taste herself. “This mouth is mine.” He slid his hand down her chest and grabbed one of her breasts. He tweaked the nipple and leaned in so his warm breath teased her ear. “These tits are mine.” And then before she could even think he had those same fingers pressed right at the entrance of her ass.

  Her mind and body were on fire, short-circuiting, and she realized having the love of a man, the same one she was head over heels for, made any experience even more intense.

  “And this ass is mine, mine to fuck, to lick, hell, to stare at as I jerk off.” He removed his fingers from the entrance of her ass and started spanking her with his open palm. He leaned forward, and she felt his warm breath on her ear again. “I own every part of you, and you’ll remember that when some motherfucker looks at you.”

  She opened her mouth on a silent cry.

  And then he was off of her and had his fingers pulled from her body. He had her flipped over, her back now on the mattress, and had her chin in his hand. He opened her mouth forcibly and stared down at what he’d done. In the next second Rook slanted his lips on hers. He fucked her that way, and there was no other way to describe what they were doing but that.

  “I fucking love you, and I am tired to trying to block it out, to hide the truth of that.”

  As he looked into her eyes, they were two people that loved each other and were done fighting it. She didn’t hesitate in her response. “I love you, too. I belong to you, Rook.”

  He stared at her for a second, and then leaned forward. “Yeah, you fucking do.”

  Chapter Ten

  Rook could have had the scene go on all night, could have spanked her ass until she was black and blue, and she would have wanted that, too. No, right now, after his hand stung from bringing it down on her flesh, and as he stared into the wide blue eyes of the woman he loved, Rook just wanted to be with her. He wanted to claim her.

  He still had his hand on her chin as he mouth-fucked her. Thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, loving that she was panting, as if she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even focus, had his cock so hard it could have punched holes through concrete.

  He quickly got undressed, needing to feel his body pressed against her naked form, to have her sweat mix with his as he fucked her.

  His balls were drawn up tight, the heavy sac pressed right to her slicked pussy. His dick was sitting right on her mound. The trimmed landing strip of dark hair moved along the underside of
his dick, causing this slight discomfort to mingle with the pleasure he already felt.

  Without breaking the kiss he reached down and grabbed her leg, lifted it up and over the crook of his arm, and leaned back to look down at her pussy. The little hole was slightly gaping for him, so fucking wet her pussy lips and even her inner thighs were slicked up with the cream. His cock was hard, standing between them like a damn missile. His balls were drawn up tight, and the slit leaked pre-cum. She was perfect, so fucking perfect he could have come from the sight of her alone.

  In one swift move he grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her belly. Rook palmed her ass, clenched and unclenched his fingers on the big, fleshy mounds, and groaned softly. Bobbie had a glorious ass. She wasn’t thin like a lot of the women that hung around the club. No, she was built like a woman, all curves, wide hips, thick thighs, and a body that was made for a man to grip onto while he plowed into her pussy.

  He spanked her ass a few times, not because he wanted to cause her pain, but just because he liked watching the flesh jiggle from the act, liked the way her creamy skin turned pink.

  Her legs were spread wide again, and her pussy and asshole were on display. “I’m going to fuck your ass again real soon, baby.” Yeah, he’d had every part of Bobbie, owned her before he or she even fully understood how permanent their relationship was going to get.

  He spread her cheeks, stared at her asshole, and then let them go back into place. Grabbing his cock, he stroked himself for a few times, just letting his gaze travel up and down the length of her spine, tracing her curves with his eyes, and settled his focus on her sweet pussy. Rook grabbed one cheek again, spread her so her pussy lips parted, and lined up his cock with her cunt hole. He needed this, needed to fuck her, to just slam his dick into her body so hard she slid up the bed.

  For a second all Rook did was let the head of his shaft sit poised right at the entrance of her pussy. He felt her heat, her wetness, and he groaned at the way she clenched around the very tip of him, as if trying to draw him in further.