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That hunk of junk’s gone crap out on you right when you least expect it, Jazzy! Roaring laughter, then rattling wet coughs.
Jazmyn bit her lip, refusing to acknowledge the stinging behind her eyes. She turned the key again. And again. And again. Nothing, just the same wheezy clicking.She could feel her throat closing up and her tongue becoming too fat for her mouth. It was fine. She was fine. Everything was fine. And she would not, absolutely not, under any circumstances start cr—She choked down the first sob, but she couldn’t stop the next one or the one after that. Before she knew it, she was bawling like a baby. Huge, fat tears ran streaks through her makeup, dragging black mascara smudges with them. Her chest constricted, not allowing her any more breathing room beyond the gasps and hiccups she managed between sobs.Jazmyn didn’t remember the last time she cried like this—over a decade, probably. It was the type of crying only little kids did. Those shoulder-shaking, chest-wracking sobs that could only mean the end of the world and all happiness in it, except none of the grownups are taking you seriously.That is how Jazmyn felt, crying and screaming into the void, sitting in her beat-up little 2000 Ford Taurus that her Daddy always said would break down sooner or later, but she never cared because it was such a cute shade of blue!Well, now she cared, and now she was all alone. At least little kids got soothed when they cried, even if the adults around them didn’t care why they were crying in the first place. But Jazmyn was too old for soothing, a big grown-up girl of 19 years who should already know how to pacify herself. She certainly didn’t feel grown up. She felt small and raw, stuck in a world too big and indifferent to care about her feelings.She didn’t think she cried this much at either Nana’s or Daddy’s funerals. She only remembered keeping an arm around her mother’s trembling shoulders while her own tears fell sluggish and hot, numb to everything around her. Jazmyn could practically hear Nana’s voice telling her to quit that blubbering and fix your face! You are a Jefferson lady, act like it!Right now, she would give anything for Nana’s perpetual disapproval or Daddy’s kind and slow baritone—anything to make her feel less alone.Even though her grief counselor had warned her a dozen times about obsessing over things beyond her control, Jazmyn couldn’t stop playing it all over in her head. Where did it go wrong? What should she have done to prevent it? Could she have done anything to prevent it? Where were the signs?She had woken up that morning feeling more optimistic than she had in almost a year. Darrell had invited her as his plus-one to his sister’s wedding. His sister and her fiancé were a few states away, but that hadn’t mattered. Darrell had gotten them a hotel room at the reception venue for the weekend, complete with room service and everything. He’d buttered her up, saying how much she deserved a vacation and how her mother had the home nurse and could stand being by herself for a few days.
And I believed him. I fucking believed him!
Jazmyn and Darrell had been going steady for the past two years, and she really thought that he was the one. He was there when Nana passed and when lung cancer claimed her Daddy too. He held her, listened to her, and even pushed her to do grief counseling. He swung her around in his arms when she finally landed the internship she wanted. So, she didn’t understand where it all went wrong.Just before they left that weekend, she and her mother excitedly speculated about Darrell popping the question while they were away on this trip. She thought that maybe seeing his younger sister getting married had sparked some urgency in him to settle down. It helped that Darrell’s family had good money. Realistically, he was the best prospect she’d ever have. Thinking about how excited she was before made her sick, and the butterflies she once had now felt more like crawling roaches in her stomach.Jaz was excited about the wedding and was genuinely overjoyed for the couple. Even if Darrell’s sister had always been a touch cold and standoffish with her, she had nothing but well wishes to offer.
That bitch. Bet she knew the whole time.
Jaz woke that morning feeling refreshed after a night of sweet lovemaking with her man; she hadn’t orgasmed, but that was fine; the luxury hotel mattress was more than pleasurable. She did her makeup and put on a gorgeous lavender cocktail dress that beautifully complimented her brown skin. She opted to wear her hair out, letting her curls frame her face, and finished the look with a pair of fabulous stilettos she bought secondhand. She felt more than ready for her unofficial introduction as the future Mrs. Darrell Gaines.She was so caught up in the romantic flurry of the wedding she didn’t notice Darrell’s anxious and dismissive energy toward her during the ceremony. Or rather, she chose not to notice, wanting to chalk it up to nerves and excitement for his sister despite her growing unease.The reception wasn’t any better, with Darrell waving off her offers to get him food or drinks and even snapping when she asked if he wanted to dance.
I said no, Jaz! How many times do I have to say it? What do you keep nagging for?
He then shot up from the table and stormed off, disappearing from the hotel ballroom. Jazmyn was left shocked but forced to plaster on a smile and laugh off the other wedding guests' pitying and amused looks. Without him, she felt incredibly alone and out of her depth. None of the other guests seemed interested in talking to her despite Jaz trying to be as personable as possible. The day had not gone at all as she had expected.She willed herself to remain calm and not make a scene, rationalizing that she would apologize for annoying him when he returned. Then all would be well, and they would move on, right? Right. She had found herself doing that a lot in their relationship—apologizing for things she wasn’t sure were her fault in the first place to avoid an argument. But that was normal, right? Relationships are all about compromise.After nearly 25 minutes of waiting, picking at the finger foods and wedding-themed party favors, Jazmyn decided to look for Darrell. She figured she wouldn’t be missed by the other guests and slipped out the door she saw her boyfriend go through.She wandered the lobby for a little while, looking for any sign of her date. Almost no one was around besides the hotel staff, as the groom’s family had reserved the entire floor for the reception, and all the guests were enjoying the party. Jaz finally found a kind-faced housekeeper who pointed her toward one of the back hallways after she described who she was looking for. She didn’t miss the somber expression on the older woman’s face.Against her better judgment, she followed the housekeeper’s directions until she came to a dead-end hallway with small conference rooms on each side. Jazmyn thought she heard voices coming from one of the rooms, so in her naivety, she peeked through the window on the door.Her stomach dropped into her shoes.There was Darrell, ravenously thrusting into one of the bridesmaids on the conference table. He had flipped her dress up and thrown her long legs over his shoulders, sweating and sawing back and forth into her. His tie was loose, and his jacket lay in a wrinkled heap on the floor. I just ironed that for him last night, she thought numbly.Jazmyn watched in detached fascination as her boyfriend yanked down the front of the bridesmaid’s dress, letting her huge breasts pop out before attacking them with his mouth. The girl on the table whined and moaned like a pornstar, grabbing at his shoulders and rolling her hips whorishly.Jaz was suddenly hit with a wave of overwhelming nausea as she finally registered what she was seeing. Her hand clapped over her mouth, and she willed herself not to scream. Neither Darrell nor the woman noticed her presence, too preoccupied with each other. Jaz backed away from the door slowly, not feeling in control of herself. She certainly didn’t want to alert them to being caught because then she’d have to hear his excuses. Knowing Darrell, he’d probably find a way to somehow make the whole incident her fault.Jaz felt her feet continue moving without her consent until she was running as fast as those stupid heels would allow her. She ran back through the hotel lobby, blowing right past the same kind-faced housekeeper who watched her go with sad eyes.She raced to their room, and every second in the elevator felt like an eternity. Her hands shook as she unlocked the door, shutting it behind her. She leaned against the door, chest heaving. Her stomach was still roiling, but the only thing on her mind was getting the fuck out of this place.She shoved her clothes and toiletries into her weekend bag, working quickly. She didn’t even bother changing out of her heels or party dress, not wanting to risk still being in the room should Darrell decide to come back early. Jaz knew that if she saw him or any member of his family, she would have to be carried out in a straitjacket.She left the keycard in the room and hightailed it to her car as fast as possible. She was ultimately thankful they had decided to take her little clunker for the trip, as Darrell’s more reliable and modern SUV was mysteriously “in the shop.”Jazmyn nearly floored it out of the hotel parking lot and down the highway. She felt like she was running on autopilot, that nothing she was doing was of her control.She had no idea where she was going but kept driving, feeling numb. She kept going until her cute baby blue Taurus, affectionately named Missy, rolled and sputtered to a stop right where she was now, sandwiched between two cornfields. She still had a quarter-tank left. Missy had finally crapped out just like Daddy always said it would.Having a mental breakdown in her car in the middle of buttfuck nowhere was not on Jazmyn’s bingo card for the weekend, much less year. But those hot tears kept coming like a dam had burst inside her. She was sad, and more than that, she was angry. She was angry at Darrell for cheating, angry at herself for being so gullible, angry at her Nana for not being there to tell her what she should do, angry at her Daddy for not being there to comfort her, and angry at the world for doing this to her.Jaz wasn’t sure how long she had cried, but by the time she was done, she was exhausted. Her head hurt, and her face felt swollen. She didn’t even want to contemplate what her makeup must look like. Fishing some old napkins from her glovebox, she did her best to clean up her face. She grimaced at the smears of snot and mascara.She felt…lighter, somehow. Not better exactly, but lighter, as if she had been holding up a tremendous weight for too long and finally got to drop it. She felt more in control of herself again and decided now was a good time as any to assess her situation, making a mental list:
My boyfriend is a lying, cheating piece of shit.
My car broke down.
I’m lost.
“Shit.”Starting to panic, she dug around frantically in her purse for her phone. Retrieving it, she tapped the screen, silently praying that the battery hadn’t died during her dissociative fugue. The screen lit up, and she sighed with relief.
23%. Fuck.
The phone had one pitiful little bar of service, and Jaz quickly unlocked it, hoping to call for rescue before that tiny bit of good luck abandoned her. She was immediately inundated with a backlog of messages and missed call notifications from Darrell.
Hey baby, where r u?? I went 2 the bthroom and came back, ur not here???
Jaz??
Jazmyn where r u?
*Missed call*
Did u go back 2 the room? Hello??
*Missed call*
Ur not in the room, where did u go???
*Missed call*
*Missed call*
Did u take the fuckin car??? Were the fuck r u?!?
*Missed call*
PICK UP THE FUCKIN PHONE!!!!
JAZMYN!!!
Six more missed calls after that.Jaz stared at the screen, unsure of what to do. She didn’t know whether to call him for help or swiftly tell him to go fuck himself. Realistically, he was the only person with the means to help her right now. Her mother was states away, and God only knew where her brother might be. She laughed humorlessly; the one person who could help was the last person on Earth she wanted to see. She didn’t have the money for a tow truck way out here in the middle of nowhere.She checked the time. 5:07.Fuck, she must have been driving for over an hour! And she was already down to 16%!She steeled herself as best she could. She would not call him under any circumstances and would figure this out on her own. Drawing a deep breath through her nose, she quickly tapped out a short message to Darrell.
I saw you with her. We are over.
She didn’t know how she expected to feel after breaking up with the man she thought she would spend the rest of her life with, but the queasy knot in her stomach didn’t go away. Jaz decided to power off her phone, hoping to preserve the rest of the battery and avoid the inevitable blow-up from Darrell.She figured her best bet was to flag down a passer-by who hopefully wasn’t a serial killer and beg them to give her a lift to the nearest gas station or motel. Jaz gingerly stepped out of her car, wincing at how it sat in the middle of the lane. She just had to hope no other drivers decided to hit her. Although in her 20 minutes of sitting here, no other vehicle had come down this road. Jaz knew that did not bode well for her chances of a speedy rescue.She looked at her surroundings. Tall, dense swathes of corn lined each side of the road with no end in sight. Even in stilettos, she was still a short woman and couldn't see over the rows. She looked around for chimney smoke or anything that might indicate a farmhouse nearby but was once again disappointed. Jazmyn was suddenly struck with the fear that she might be trespassing and that the property owners might be the trigger-happy sort.The ball of anxiety in her gut twisted itself further as she thought of every horror movie she had seen that took place in a cornfield.“Fuck, why are cornfields so scary?”The sky was turning orange, and the sun started to sag low. Jaz shivered with an unexpected chill, her nipples puckering under the thin satin dress. Suddenly, anything, even Darrell, seemed like a better prospect than being stuck out here after dark.She popped the hood, knowing she had no idea what she was even looking for. But she hoped it might signal to someone passing by that she needed help.Shivering again, Jaz leaned back into the driver’s side window to turn on her hazard lights. Then, she went into the back to dig through her weekend bag for something more practical to wear. She slipped an oversized college sweatshirt over the dress and changed into socks and tennis shoes. She debated changing into something new entirely but ultimately didn’t want to strip to her panties on the side of the road, no matter how deserted.Jazmyn then sat back in the driver’s seat, resolving herself to the tenuous plan of waiting for a good Samaritan to save her.“Wish I brought a book or something…” Jaz reclined the seat and laid her head back, watching the sun steadily dip just above the cornstalks. Her face still felt tender, and she really wanted some water but instead settled for the heaviness of her eyelids and uneasy sleep.-----Jazmyn woke to the distant sound of a deep, rumbling engine. The sun was long gone, and the flashing hazard lights cast creepy shadows over the dark cornstalks. Jaz blearily leaned her head out the window to look back down the road.Sure enough, spots of light beamed far behind her, growing closer with each passing second, and with it came the steady hum of a powerful engine.
Headlights! A truck! Someone who can help!
Jazmyn scrambled out of the driver’s seat and onto the road. She began waving her arms frantically, forgetting about her earlier worries about serial killers and gun-toting hillbillies.“Hey! Hey! Stop! Please!”The truck kept coming. Jazmyn felt her heart lift with relief.“Oh, thank God! Please! I just need some help!”The truck was much closer now, and Jazmyn knew the driver must see her.
So, why isn’t it stopping?
It was more than close enough to stop at a safe distance or at least slow down. But it wasn’t. It was speeding up.
Maybe they don’t see me? They have to see my car, right?
“Hey! Please, stop! Hey!”Whatever relief she previously felt quickly turned to fear as she was forced to practically dive out of the way of the oncoming truck. It was a huge black pickup, lifted obnoxiously high off the ground with massive wheels and even a light bar across the top. It raced past her, zooming off into the distance, never slowing or acknowledging her.Jazmyn stared after it in disbelief, heart pounding from almost being turned into a mushy red smear on the asphalt. She felt tears returning to her eyes unbidden.
My only hope at getting out of here, and the jerk doesn’t even fucking slow down.
Jazmyn felt almost hysterical, somehow wanting to laugh at the lousy comedy her life had become. She sank onto the dirty road and pulled her knees up to her chest, no longer caring about the condition of her dress.After her episode earlier, she didn’t understand how there was any water left in her body. But she managed to cry again, these tears too hot and salty, stinging her eyes.She knew it was wretched, crying in the dirt on the side of the road, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She just wanted to wake up from this nightmare.No sooner after resigning herself to sleeping in her car tonight and deciding to walk in the morning until she found civilization did the headlights return, this time facing her direction.
They’re coming back?
Jazmyn squinted at the approaching lights, and while it did appear to be the same truck, there were a lot more lights than before. These were lower to the ground and seemed to weave around each other. Jaz wasn’t sure what she was looking at initially until she registered the telltale purr of a motorcycle, several of them.Jaz jumped to her feet, eyeing the biker gang closing in on her. She was outnumbered and had nowhere to run; her heart stuttered with terror.
Oh my fucking God, I’m about to get lynched!
The truck stopped about 30 feet away from her car, those bright headlights making it hard to see who was inside. The motorcycles continued coming towards her, some riding past her, all stopping in a half-circle around Jaz and her car.The lights were so bright up close, and she was pinned to the spot in fear. She pressed her back to the side of her car and raised a shaking hand to try and shield her eyes, but she didn’t even know where to look. She thought her heart was going to burst out of her chest at any moment.It was hard to see the riders, but she thought she could make out facial hair and pale skin on a few of them.There were five of them on bikes surrounding her, none making any moves yet. Jaz suddenly had a newfound sympathy for the insects in her science class pinned under a microscope and about to be dissected.The rider in front of her suddenly shut off his headlamp and dismounted. The other riders also shut off their lights but did not get up. Now, she could get a much better look at their faces but couldn’t commit any to memory as that first rider was now walking towards her.Jaz pressed as close to her car as possible, eyes darting around for an escape route. Within seconds, he was way too close, crowding her space and pinning her between his body and the car.The man was massive, not overly tall, but certainly much taller than her own 5’2. He was also very wide, with broad shoulders, huge, tattooed arms, and a thick barrel chest. Jazmyn froze, her eyes fixed on his chest and the dark leather stretched across his torso.She was trembling now, afraid she was going to faint any minute. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a large, tanned hand approach her face. She flinched backward, bumping her head against the car. Another hand shot out to grab her around the waist. The rider placed a hand under her chin, softly but firmly angling her face towards him.Jazmyn squeezed her eyes shut, too terrified to look at his face.“Please don’t hurt me.” She begged in a whisper. The man paused, seemingly regarding her for a second.“Open your eyes and look at me.” Came the deep and gentle command that seemed to vibrate that impressive chest.Jaz wasn’t sure what to do, still frozen with fear and indecision. But the command came again, this time firmer. She found herself obeying, peeking at him from under thick eyelashes.He was…handsome. He was older, and his face was broad, with a strong brow and deep-set eyes that might have been blue or green. His nose was prominent and slightly crooked, like it had been broken long ago. His hair was all salt-and-pepper, with a matching, thick mustache and beard covering the lower half of his face. His mouth was wide and had a large bottom lip.He couldn’t be called beautiful at any rate; it was too…feminine to describe him. And there was absolutely nothing feminine about the man in front of her. The only thing to hint at some inner softness were the faint lines around his eyes.Now that Jazmyn was looking at him, she couldn’t look away. He was so close, she could smell him: leather and motor oil, whiskey, musk and…cigarette smoke?It reminded her instantly of her father, and she felt herself unconsciously relaxing in his arms. The corner of his mouth quirked upward just a bit.“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing way out here?” His drawl was thick and soothing, like he was trying to calm a frightened animal. He gently brushed an errant curl from her face, dragging his rough fingertip down her round cheek.“I-I got lost, a-and then my car broke down.” Jaz stuttered, cringing at how pathetic she sounded to her own ears.She was suddenly incredibly self-conscious. Her makeup was a mess. Her eyes were puffy, and her hair must look awful from sleeping in the car, not to mention the dirty party dress, baggy sweatshirt, and ratty sneakers. Her face grew hot with embarrassment.
He’s so close; he must be able to smell me. Fuck, I hope I don’t stink. What if my breath is bad, too—Wait, what the hell am I thinking?
The rider didn’t seem to notice her inner turmoil because he only smiled and chuckled at her feeble explanation. He inclined his head back toward his compatriots.“Well, boys, looks like we got a damsel in distress on our hands.” His tone was teasing, and some other men chuckled lightly.“Rome!” The big man called out.A head leaned out of the truck window. “Boss?”“You and Stokely will hitch the car to the truck and take it to the garage. Everyone else, back to the house.” Boss barked out orders, making it clear who was in charge.There was a heavy pause before Rome nodded, “Got it, Boss.”Jazmyn finally found the courage to object. “Wait, I don’t have any money to—” Boss cut her off.“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” That was the only explanation he offered, and Jazmyn couldn’t find it within herself to argue with him, only gape at the confusing turn of events.There was a brief stretch of silence while Boss stared down at her. Jazmyn got the feeling that he was inspecting her for…something.Suddenly, his face turned hard, and he turned to look back at his men. “What in Sam Hill are y’all sitting around for? I just gave you orders!”A quick chorus of “Yeah, Boss” went up before the men moved to their stations.The mounted riders peeled off one by one back the way they came. One stayed, that must be Stokely, who dismounted to inspect her car, looking for the best place to attach the hitch. Rome hopped out of the truck to help Stokely, and Jaz got a better look at him. He was significantly younger than most of the other men and leaner, too. However, he was still much larger than her petite frame.Jaz thought he must have been born with a chip on his shoulder. The hard lines of his clean-shaven face made him look severe despite his youth. Jaz was pretty sure he sneered at her as he passed.
So that’s who tried to run me over earlier.
Before she could say something rude but deserved to the man, Boss intervened, guiding Jazmyn toward his bike. His arm was still around her waist, and his hand rested naturally on her lower back.“Ever rode one of these before, baby?” he asked as Jazmyn stared wide-eyed at the motorcycle, apprehensive about going anywhere with this stranger.Jaz shook her head lightly, marveling at her distorted but clear reflection in the immaculately polished chrome.Death traps on two wheels, and fools love them, her mother’s words echoed in her head.“First time for everything.” He teased with a wink, making her swallow nervously. Boss easily threw a leg over the bike and straddled the seat.“Hop on and put your arms around me tight.”Jazmyn hesitated. She still had a dozen questions. Who are you people? Where are you taking me? Is that thing safe? Are you going to hurt me? But the only thing she could manage to mumble out was:“Don’t you need a helmet for that?”Boss laughed like that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. He gave her that look again as if he were inspecting her, trying to see under her skin, searching.“Get on the bike, baby.” It was not a question.On any other day, she would have happily cussed a man out for being so presumptuous and condescending. But she couldn’t deny that something about Boss’s deep and low drawl turned her knees to jelly.Jaz briefly weighed her options: go with the scary and seemingly helpful men or spend all night in a terrifying cornfield.She made up her mind.Trying to emulate how Boss smoothly mounted the motorcycle, she succeeded only in almost falling and clumsily plopping down in the seat. The length of her dress made the straddle position very awkward as she had to hike it up nearly to her hips. Boss chuckled fondly at her attempt.Jaz hid her embarrassment by wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her burning cheeks to the cool leather across his wide back. The large, embroidered patch between his shoulder blades read Saints and Raiders M.C. Under it were some other patches she didn’t understand, as well as a stylized design of two skeletons holding crossed swords facing each other. The one on the left had a pointed hat with a big cross, and the other wore a Roman soldier’s helmet.Before she could ask what the patch meant, Boss revved the engine and shot off after the other riders. She yelped in fright, arms automatically tightening around him, clinging to him as her only lifeline. She hid her face from the whipping winds, regretting every decision she’s ever made that led her to this point.
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Carson “Boss” Fry thought it must have been his lucky day.That morning, he’d gotten some good news about the expansion project he’d been working on. The new addition to the clubhouse and the new equipment for the garage would fit into the budget with minimal stretching. He’d also heard that the club might have some new prospects coming in.The Saints and Raiders Motorcycle Club was his life, his child. He’d built it from the ground up with nothing but his bare hands and the sweat of his brow. The dream of having something, owning something that no one could ever take away from him, is what kept him going even through the darkest times in his life. He used to talk Duke’s ear off about his plans for the club to keep them awake during those long, freezing nights in the desert during deployments.After being discharged, he and Duke pooled funds to buy a little plot of farmland with a rundown house and a few outbuildings to make their dream come true. At that time, they were both so lost in life, feeling like old stallions put out to pasture. They needed a distraction, a purpose.Their first project was restoring the house to a livable condition and transforming the old heap of busted boards into the perfect headquarters for their new enterprise.The house was huge and formerly very beautiful, with exactly the right amount of space they needed. Boss knew that with a lot of work, they could return it to its former glory. It took a while to finish with just the two of them and occasionally some hired men, but once they did, it was like the world had changed. Their dream wasn’t just doable; it was coming true.They added a bar, game room, and dancing hall on the lower floor, turning the upstairs bedrooms into livable dorms for future members. While there was still a long way to go in the cosmetics department, the place was already more than they could have ever hoped for.The next big project after that was converting one of the old barns into a functional garage and body shop. After the house, getting the shop up and running was a cakewalk. By then, word had gone around about the two men trying to get recruits for the club they were building, and people started flocking to the farm to see what they were about.At first, no one took them seriously. Most folks wrote them off as two old men having a midlife crisis. But after they completed the house, public interest perked right up. Soon enough, they had bartenders, mechanics, other veterans, business owners, and chemists under the Saints and Raiders banner.The chemists were…part of a different business venture under the S&R M.C. flag.It took them the better part of a decade to get everything to the current point, and they were finally operating at a profit. Would they ever be a legal motorcycle club? Probably not, but Boss had long since made his peace with that.He loved the club with his entire soul, so getting that good news in the morning only reinforced his belief that this was what he was meant to do in life.Finding a lost lamb on the side of the road was just the icing on the cake.It’s not every day a man finds a little Black honey in need of rescuing, and what kind of gentleman would he be if he left a lady to fend for herself? He was raised better than that.But if Boss was being honest, he was secretly elated. If this was a test sent by some higher power, the challenge could have been much harder. The little lamb was easy on the eyes—a tiny thing with big, shiny doe eyes, a pillowy mouth, and a cute snub nose that naturally turned up at the tip. Oh yeah, Boss certainly had no complaints.He hadn’t gotten a good look at her body yet with that big sweatshirt in the way. But those shapely legs, plush thighs, and that soft, generous ass promised great things for when he got her naked.
And he had every intention of getting her naked.
Despite the man’s supreme contentment with his life, he sometimes felt that something was missing. At first, the irritation would only occur at night, and he would ease it with a sweet butt or club whore and go about his business. But lately, the feeling had been cropping up during the day, not just as an ache in his loins but also in his chest. For an old wolf like Boss, the wild nights didn’t hold the appeal they used to.While the clubhouse was a permanent residence for himself and the other high-ranking members, he couldn’t bring himself to call it home. Not a proper home, at any rate. And the other men felt it, too. So many weeks of long hours at the garage or the lab or days of riding to get back and see there was no food and the house was a wreck was taking a toll, especially on the executive board.It was easy enough to get the prospects to clean the house; they all desperately wanted to impress their superiors, but they often missed details. Most of the sweet butts weren’t worth a damn in the kitchen, and the men were long since tired of easy meals, leftover barbeque, and fast food. Occasionally, a decent cook would come along, but they rarely stayed long enough to make an impact.Exercising his presidential right, Boss had called a crisis meeting a few weeks ago to discuss the issue. Men, he said, we are incomplete. We’ve gotten lazy. We are knights with nothing to fight for.They initially objected like he knew they would, taking their president’s words as criticism of their work. But he was undeterred and continued his pitch. We’ve gotten too hard, too cold. We need softness and warmth, and I mean more than the club sluts who are good for a night and nothing else. We need a lady here to make this place a real home.That seemed to get the other men’s attention, and they quieted down enough to hear him out. He decided to cut to the chase. I propose we get a girl to keep at the house—a good, innocent girl. She’ll keep it in order and give us something to look forward to coming home to.By the time he’d finished his proposal, the other men were silent. Duke, his vice president, had an unreadable expression, staring hard at his best friend’s face. Tex’s characteristic frown seemed even deeper than usual. Stokely was excited; the grin on his face looked almost maniacal. Ash fixed his eyes on an invisible point on the table, his mind working intensely. And Rome…was just not happy.Surprisingly, Ash was the first to speak up, asking how exactly this plan would work. There was a lot to consider. Who would they get for the job? Where would she live? What was the extent of her responsibilities? Who would have access to her? Why now?Boss could answer most of those questions with ease. 1) None of the sweet butts, obviously. 2) She would live here at the house. 3) Cooking, housekeeping, and womanly services—yes, the biblical kind. 4) Strictly executive board members, meaning everyone at this table.As for the fifth question, why now? Boss chose to leave that one unanswered for the time being. Only Duke had the balls to accuse him of going soft in his old age, but he would never do it in front of the others.He gave the men a few quiet minutes to consider before asking for an initial vote. They would hash out the specifics later, but for now, he needed to know if he had support for the idea.All in favor, raise your hand. Boss, Stokely, and Ash raised their hands.All opposed? Rome and Tex raised their hands.Tex, the club treasurer, objected on the grounds that a kept woman would be too much of a financial liability and a possible source of division among club members. Rome’s reasoning was much less articulate, but he clearly did not like the idea at all.All eyes then turned to Duke for his vote. Duke sat in silence for a minute, expression inscrutable. He looked around the table at his compatriots’ faces, then turned his eyes up to the ceiling. Finally, he let out a breath through his nose and nodded.
The ayes have it.
The next issue following the vote was deciding who would get the position, which would also be determined with a vote once they had a prospect. Boss swore the other men to secrecy, forbidding the general members or the sweet butts from knowing about the plan. The club sluts were all hard noes for consideration, and Boss didn’t want any of them getting it into their heads that they had a chance.However, that left them with a significant problem. The vast majority of the young and fuckable women they knew were club whores or strippers, which severely limited their options. There were some old ladies that hung around the club, but they were all claimed, of course, and it would have been a disrespect of the highest degree to ask their men to share.
Who did that leave? Short answer: no one.
So, imagine my surprise when an angel drops out of the sky.
The lamb’s—I should learn her name at some point—mysterious arrival had been timely and incredibly fortunate. Boss was almost suspicious, and he jokingly thought about getting back into prayer.The girl’s origins were indeed a mystery, however. Her coloring was rare out here, some folks being none too friendly. So, when Rome came in that night telling him a young Black woman was sitting in the middle of the road leading to their house, Boss thought he was joking.
Except Rome doesn’t joke.
He gathered up the rest of the executive board and rode out, instructing Rome to follow in the truck and keep the loaded shotgun in the back until the situation could be assessed.He needn’t have been worried.This little lamb couldn’t hurt a fly. In fact, it looked like she’d been the one hurt. It was apparent she had been crying recently, and quite a bit at that. What was she doing way out in the sticks in a fancy dress, a pullover, and sneakers?I-I got lost, a-and then my car broke down, her broken words echoed in his head.She sounded so distraught. It was hard to believe that was all that happened. No matter. He would get to the bottom of this soon enough.For now, he enjoyed the ride. Few things in this miserable world made Boss happier than a nighttime ride with a sweet thing in his bitch seat. He liked how the lamb clung to him, fingers digging into the leather of his cut. She’d practically glued herself to his back, and he almost swore he could feel her hard little nipples pressing into him from behind.It was obvious she’d never ridden a bike before. He could feel her trembling even with the vibrations of the machine. She didn’t even know to lean into turns with him. That was fine. He’d teach her.
He’d teach her a lot of things.
Boss felt his cock jerk under the heavy denim of his jeans. He hoped she didn’t notice, not wanting to scare her yet.The ride ended too soon, and they pulled up to the house. Upon stopping, the lamb lifted her head from between his shoulder blades to peek at the house. He felt her sit up straighter, taking in the large house, and he suppressed a proud smile.Boss patted her thigh, gently telling her to get off. She immediately tried hopping off the bike, nearly tripping again. He frowned. Yeah, I’ll have to teach her to be more careful. She could have burned herself on the exhaust pipe or snagged her dress on the wheel.He let out the kickstand and dismounted before putting an arm around his girl and steering her toward the front steps. The others watched in interested silence as their president led the mysterious girl into their house, following behind them after a beat.Boss led her into the foyer, letting her get a good look at the bar and billiards hall. He kept his arm around her, subtly breathing in the sweet scents of her skin and thick, cloud-like curls. He loved her gentle, feminine scent and how her petite form fit perfectly under his arm. He had to remind himself that he was supposed to be sharing her.Duke seemed to read his thoughts and gave him a stern look as he passed by to sit at the bar, Ash and Tex following suit. Boss chose to ignore them for the moment.“What is this place?” she whispered in that heartbreakingly adorable voice. Boss idly wondered if he could get her to sing for them.“This is our house, sweetheart. Home of the Saints and Raiders Motorcycle Club.” He stroked a hand down her back, enjoying the way she shivered at his touch but did not pull away. He wanted to test her and see how she reacted to casual physical contact. If she was going to be their new girl, she needed to be comfortable with a bunch of handsy men. So far, she was doing great.“Y’all are a motorcycle club?” She looked up at him with trepidation, pulling that thick bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes were huge and guileless, looking at him for guidance.Fuck, she’s perfect. His cock jerked again, and he quickly angled away from her so she wouldn’t notice.“Yep, but don’t worry. We’re nice guys, always ready to help a beautiful girl in trouble.” He winked and smiled. Boss couldn’t be sure because of her lovely dark skin, but the look on her face made him think she was blushing.No objections. Very good. He leaned close to her face and continued, putting on a firm but calm tone.“Now, us gentlemen need to discuss some business that ain’t suitable for ladylike ears, hmm? So, how about I show you to a room where you can get comfortable while I talk to my men? Then, we’ll come get you, and we can all chat, okay?”He made eye contact with her, ensuring he had her undivided attention. He could tell she still had unanswered questions, but she nodded anyway.“Good girl.” He smiled at her, and the edge of her mouth quirked shyly.Boss straightened back up and shot a look to Duke at the bar, giving him a brief nod. He again placed his hand on her lower back, this time much lower than appropriate. Any further, and he’d be palming her ass like a basketball. If he was pushing her boundaries, she didn’t say anything about it.His dick throbbed.He guided her up the stairs to one of the unused bedrooms. It was clean-ish, a bit dusty, but had its own attached bathroom.He gently pushed her inside and flicked the light. The room was spartan, but he liked how she gaped at the huge four-poster bed.“Make yourself at home, baby. Bathroom is right there. The door has a lock if that makes you feel safer.”She nodded, looking around.“Now, listen, this next part is very important.” He saw how her attention instantly snapped to him and knew he was making the right choice.“I need you to stay in this room until one of us comes to get you. Do not leave this room unless we tell you. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for me?” He let his voice drop low for the last question and didn’t miss how wide her eyes got. He saw her try to press her knees together subtly. Perfect.If lesson one was getting her used to physical contact without her express consent, then lesson two was obedience. So far, she’d been doing very well at following his orders. Good, Boss couldn’t stand an argumentative woman.The little lamb nodded slowly, like a doll controlled by a string, her eyes glued to his face.“That’s my girl. I’m going to leave you alone now, alright?” He made his way to the door.“Wait!” His girl called out behind him, causing him to pause in the doorway.“C-can I have my purse? And my duffel bag? They’re, um, still in my car…” She asked so hesitantly, as if afraid of being yelled at. She couldn’t even meet his eyes.
We’ll have to fix that.
“Baby girl,” he started, “you ask me so sweet like that, and you can have anything you want.” He grinned at her and exited, softly shutting the door behind him.He pulled out his phone, shooting a text to Stokely to gather their girl’s personal effects. He waited a minute until he heard a shuffle of tiny feet and the lock click before returning downstairs.-----Jazmyn pulled her hand away from the lock and looked around the room. It was old for sure, and these biker men obviously weren’t big on dusting, but it sure beat sleeping in her car for the night.She kicked off her shoes and pulled off the sweatshirt. That man, Boss, made her skin feel like it was on fire from the inside. The cool air of the room did wonders to calm her down.She didn’t know what her problem was. It was like every word out of his mouth shut off her brain and settled low in her hips, turning her legs—and panties—to liquid. Jaz pressed her hands to her face in sudden embarrassment.
What is wrong with me? I don’t know this man! How can I think of him like…that…
She tried to take some deep breaths, but she could only focus on his lingering scent. So warm, and comforting, and masculine. Her panties were starting to stick to her skin.“No, no, no, no, no!” Jaz chastised herself aloud. She would not be thinking of this strange man like that! He was probably old enough to be her father!That thought made her pause and recoil in shame. What would Daddy say if he could see me right now? Getting ready to spend the night in a strange place with a bunch of strange men? He’s rolling in his grave!Trying to physically retreat from her disgraceful thoughts, she stumbled to the bathroom. It was…less than spotless, with suspicious hairs stuck to the sink and a dirty-looking toilet bowl. She grimaced and tried not to think about it.
At least it is a toilet and not a cornfield on the side of the road.
She turned to look at her reflection and cringed. She had a severe case of panda-eyes with her eyeshadow and mascara smudged across her face. Her eyelids were puffy, and her foundation was streaky.
Boss must be just a very complimentary man because I look awful.
Jaz turned on the sink to wash her face as best as she could without soap. After several minutes of light scrubbing with her fingers, the sink basin was stained with black and brown splotches, and her face was clean. Without a towel to use and being forbidden to look for one, she had to gently pat her face dry with her discarded sweatshirt.The sound of running water must have subliminal properties as she was abruptly made aware of a certain call of nature. Jazmyn eyed the gross toilet with hesitation, but the pressure in her bladder forced her to suck it up and squat.Finishing her business and having to wash her hands without soap was just one more level to how low she’d sunk in life. She also dried her hands on her sweatshirt since all decorum had been thrown to the wayside.Pouting, she padded over to the bed, inspecting it. The bed had sheets and pillows; both appeared clean, just dusty, like everything else.She shook everything out and flipped the pillow to the clean side. She cringed internally at not having her sleeping bonnet, but she knew she could do nothing until she got her bag. And right now, she couldn’t find it within herself to care.She laid down in the bed, sinking into the comfortable mattress. She thought about her insane day, Darrell at the wedding, getting lost, the car breaking down, and finally getting picked up like a stray kitten on the side of the road by a biker gang. It sounded absurd! If someone told her yesterday that this is what her life would turn into in the next 24 hours, she’d have recommended them to the nearest mental hospital!Her heart ached when she thought of Darrell. His betrayal cut deep. He was her first love, and she thought she would spend the rest of her life with him. They’d met at college; he was a grad student, and she was a freshman. That should have been the first red flag, but she thought he was so handsome and mature that she never stopped to consider why he’d be messing around with a girl fresh out of high school.Jazmyn felt so stupid and tried to think back to any other red flags she missed. For one, he always preferred talking about himself; conversations were rarely about her. She used to think that was fine, happy with being a listener. But when Nana and Daddy died, and she tried talking to him about her grief, it only ever seemed to annoy him.
Maybe that was why he wanted me to do grief counseling, so he didn’t have to listen to me anymore.
He also didn’t like most of her friends, and the feeling was mutual. She spent less time with her girlfriends just so he wouldn’t complain about them and hear them complain about him in return.She thought she could relate to him better by going to events with his friends. But she would get bulldozed in every conversation, making it clear that she wasn’t smart or mature enough to hang out with them. His family didn’t care for her either. No matter how much she tried to engage and be charming, they treated her like she didn’t exist.And if Darrell was a selfish jackass during the day, he was even worse at night. He clearly enjoyed their bedroom activities more than she did, grabbing for her the minute they were behind closed doors. He took her virginity last year after begging and pleading for her to sleep with him. She hadn’t felt ready, but she was tired of him asking and felt pressured to agree. He seemed to really enjoy the fact that she was a virgin, and he would be the one taking it from her. Strangely, after that, his sexual interest in her waned dramatically.Then there was the panty incident. Jaz was cleaning up around his apartment one day and found a pair of lacy women’s panties underneath his bed that were definitely not hers. She confronted him about them, and over the course of an hour, he tried to convince her that they were hers and that she must have forgotten while simultaneously yelling over her and cowing her like usual.She’d been so mentally worn down by the end of the exchange that she conceded and apologized to him.
God, it was right in front of my face the whole time. I’m such an idiot.
Jazmyn sighed and rolled onto her side, pulling her knees up to her chest. Even though Darrell was a piece of shit, she still missed him somehow. He was awful to her and didn’t deserve her kindness or affection. So, why did she feel so bad?There’s at least one person who’s been very nice to you, said a sultry little voice in her mind.Jaz groaned and turned over, faceplanting into the pillow. Not this again.It’s true, the voice said, he’s been so sweet to you. You want to be sweet back, don’t you? He said if you ask nicely, you can have whatever you want, right? Maybe if you ask, he’ll let you touch those big, strong biceps…Jazmyn tried to block out the voice by thinking of anything else, but it was useless. That heat pooling low in her stomach was too hot to ignore.
You could trace your fingers over all those tattoos…the ones on his neck, you could do with your tongue…
Jaz whined in her throat, softly grinding her hips on the bed. Sinful thoughts and images flicked through her mind. She thought about kissing him and straddling his lap, riding his thigh, his huge hands on her waist, and that honeyed southern drawl in her ear.
Can you be a good girl for me? He’d ask.
He’d work her hips back and forth with his strong hands, moving her how he likes, squeezing her ass, dragging her drenched cunt over that massive bulge in his jeans, soaking the rough denim.
She’d tell him yes, yes! I’m a good girl! Your good little girl!
Jaz mewled, unable to control herself any longer. Her hand shoved down into her wet panties, seeking out her needy pussy. She moaned into the pillow, rubbing tight circles on her swollen clit.She rolled onto her back, allowing for more freedom of movement. Her other hand came up to grope her breasts through her thin dress, imagining his hands and mouth abusing her hard nipples.Her pussy was dripping, and her hot little hole clenched desperately around nothing. She wanted to be filled so bad, she’d do anything!“Please fill me up, Daddy? It's so empty without you…” She moaned out loud to the empty room. Her fingers slipped through and around her waxed cunt lips, imagining Boss’s cock or tongue or any part of him she could get her hands on!
If I’m really good, maybe he’ll let me suck his cock when he’s done with me? Lick it clean from all my sticky, naughty girl juices. Then he’d punish me anyway for making such a mess, bend me over his lap, and spank my ass red...
Jaz pinched her slippery clit and her nipple at the same time, making her gasp and moan. She was so close, sooo close! She just…needed…a…little—Blue-green eyes flashed in her mind, predatory, hungry, pupils blown wide with pleasure.She exploded, biting her lip hard to keep from screaming, still furiously frigging her pussy. Her hips bucked off the bed, and her thighs trembled, jiggling softly.Jazmyn’s whole body sagged with relief, chest heaving. She could have fallen asleep like that, but she knew even in her post-orgasm haze that sleeping in wet panties was a bad idea. She sat up, pulling her sticky hand from her panties.The ball of shame in her gut grew as she shuffled to the bathroom, her panties cooling uncomfortably and clinging to her skin. She washed her hands, avoiding her reflection in the mirror, then gingerly peeled off the ruined panties. Jaz cleaned herself up as best she could with bathroom tissue, rolling up her wet panties and stashing them under the sink.She smoothed down her dress, praying no one would be able to notice her lack of underwear until she could retrieve a fresh pair. The dress wasn’t stained, and she figured she could blame the wrinkles on sleeping. She peeked at her reflection. Her lips were flushed and swollen from her abuse, and her hair was mussed.Jaz fluffed her curls and smoothed out her bangs. Thankfully, the cloud of coils looked no worse for wear.She tiptoed back to the bed, rearranging the sheets to sit and…stare at the ceiling until someone came for her.
Really wish I had a book…
------Boss, Duke, Ash, and Tex stood silently on the other side of the door. They’d all listened to Jazmyn’s little show. She was nowhere near as quiet as she thought she was.Tex leaned against the wall closest to the door, arms crossed over his chest, staring into space. Ash rested against the opposite wall, head back with a soft smile. Duke kept a calm expression, but his fingers and jaw twitched intermittently. Boss had a shit-eating grin, feeling utterly satisfied with himself.All of their cocks were throbbing in their jeans, each wanting a piece of the sweet ass behind the door.Tex looked up and around at each of the other men, eyes dark. He nodded and jerked his head toward the stairs before pushing off the wall and quietly creeping back downstairs. The others followed.Safely back at the bar and out of earshot of their new guest, Tex turned back to the others.“Fine.” He still wasn’t smiling but wasn’t frowning as much as usual. Boss’s grin got impossibly wider.“What did I say? She’s perfect, I told you! Polite, sweet, and responsive. She does what she’s told. Now we just need to know if she can cook!”Ash slid behind the bar and pulled out a few glasses.“I’m ready to celebrate. What about y’all?” Ash mirrored the president's grin and poured four generous shots of whiskey. Duke’s brow furrowed.“We haven’t had the official vote yet.” He grumbled, arms crossed.Boss lowered the shot glass he was about to raise to his lips and leveled his gaze at his best friend.“Don’t tell me you’re saying no now.”“Never said I was, but Stoke and Rome still have to vote, too. It's only fair that way.” Duke held his gaze, unintimidated.Boss huffed out of his nose, knowing he couldn’t argue with his vice president. “I’m still gonna drink, though.”Ash raised his shot in solidarity.“Hell yeah, brother!”Boss and Ash tapped their shots on the bar top and threw them back in a gulp, slamming the empty glasses down on the wooden counter. In a blink, Ash was already refilling the shots.The front door banged open, and Rome stormed in carrying a lady’s handbag. Stokely was right behind him with a pink duffel bag thrown over his shoulder, laughing his ass off.The younger man’s ire amused Ash, who took the opportunity to twist the knife.“Glad you’re finally learning to accessorize, Rome. It brings out your eyes.” Ash motioned to the purse. Stokely howled with laughter.“That’s what I said!” Stokely dropped the duffel by the door and claimed a bar stool.“Fuck you.” Rome ground out and tossed the offending bag on the bar as if it burned him.“Stoke, have a drink! We’re celebrating!” Ash smoothly slid a shot glass down the bar, which Stokely caught easily.“What’s the occasion?”“How fucking amazing our new girl is!” Ash tapped his second shot and gulped it down. Stokely followed suit, always in the mood to drink. Dropping the glass on the bar, Stokely turned to Boss.“So, this girl is the one? She’s definitely cute, but we still have to vet her, remember? Where is she, anyway? We found her phone on the front seat, but I think it's dead.” The younger man idly scratched the red stubble on his chin. Ash pointed upstairs.Rome’s face nearly turned purple with rage.“Does no one give a fuck what I think about this? We need to put the bitch back in her little piece of shit car and tell her to fuck off back to wherever she came from.”The men’s jovial jeering went silent, and they all stared hard at Rome. The social temperature immediately dropped several degrees.Boss’s face went hard, and his fist clenched on the bar top. He stared directly at their youngest executive member, ready to make him swallow his teeth for daring to call his baby girl a bitch.The tension was interrupted by Tex.“Kid, you need to shut your mouth before you get hit in it. You were outvoted. Get over it.” Tex’s smooth, dispassionate baritone left no room for argument. The treasurer then tossed back his shot, maintaining eye contact with the younger man.“So, you’re with them now? What happened to this girl being a financial liability?” Rome mocked Tex’s previous objection.“There is no them, only us. This club is a collective, and the majority rules. Majority says we keep her, we keep her.”Rome opened his mouth to say something else, but Duke cut him off before he could do any more damage.“I think we’re all getting ahead of ourselves here. We talk to her, vet her first, then we make decisions as a club.”Silence followed, but all the men eventually nodded. Boss kept his eyes trained on Rome, however. The young man was never particularly pleasant, but he had never been downright disrespectful before—until now.
The kid’s getting too big for his britches.
After a minute or two, Ash chose to break the silence.“So, what do we know about her? Name? Where she’s from?”All eyes turned to Boss, who scratched the back of his neck.“Forgot to ask. I’ve just been calling her ‘lamb’ in my head.” He thought quickly. “Check her purse; she’s gotta have a license.”Ash shrugged, snagged the little handbag from the bar top, and began rifling through it, finally retrieving a tiny black wallet. He flipped it open.“Let’s see here, name’s Jazmyn Jefferson, spelt different. Awfully young. 19 years old, 5’2, 135 pounds. New York license. Organ donor, that’s cute.”“New York? What the hell is she doing in Tennessee? That’s a 15-hour drive.” Stokely furrowed his brows. Ash shrugged.“Only one who can tell us is her. Might as well go get her now. She’s had enough time to cool down.” Duke said coolly, idly staring at the amber liquid in his shot glass.“Cool down? She didn’t seem like the type to cause trouble.” Stokely quirked an eyebrow curiously. Ash laughed.“Not that kind of cool down, brother. But I bet her blood was running hot!”At Stokely’s puzzled expression, Ash explained the delicious little auditory show they were treated to earlier, describing Jaz’s sweet moans and cries for her Daddy. He jerked his chin in Boss’s direction.Stokely was pissed at having missed out on undoubtedly the sexiest thing he would have ever heard in his life. Boss spoke up, interrupting the two men speculating about what Jazmyn would sound like getting all her holes stuffed.“Stoke, the car, how is it?”Stokely turned to face their president.“I took a look at it. First impressions say it’s just a piston malfunction, common for old cars. I can easily swap it out tomorrow.” Stokely shrugged. Boss looked thoughtful for a moment and nodded before speaking again.“You sure that’s all it is?” The tone in his voice made Stokely furrow his brow, not sure what the older man was getting at. Boss continued.“Are you sure that’s all it is? Are you sure that the whole engine don’t need replacing? And it’ll take no less than a week?” Boss looked meaningfully at his head mechanic. He could see the gears turning in his head. Stokely nodded slowly, unable to keep the devious smirk off his face.“Know what? I think you’re right, Boss. That thing’s on its last leg. Going to need a lot of work. Who knows how long it could take?”One by one, the men started laughing, unable to contain themselves; even Duke and Tex were chuckling—all except for Rome, who looked on in disgusted silence, a heavy sneer marring his face.Boss caught his breath, that deep laugh doing him some good.“Well, someone ought to go get her. I told her she couldn’t leave the room until one of us said so.”“Really? How’d she take that?” Tex asked curiously. Boss smiled fondly, recalling Jazmyn’s big Bambi eyes.“How d’you think? She nodded and didn’t even ask why. She’s more than qualified.”“This girl will be the death of you, old man.” Stokely shook his head with a smile and stood up.“Alright, I’ll go get her. And we’ll get this party started.”-----Jazmyn sat on the bed, knees pulled up to her chest. She thought she'd die of boredom if she stayed in this room any longer. She’d done her best to occupy herself, counting the cracks in the ceiling, daydreaming about men in leather, and naming every word she could think of starting with the letter P.
Have they forgotten about me?
She was itching to peek her head out the door, but Boss’s warning stuck with her. He was so serious when he said it. Maybe it isn’t safe to go out?But couldn’t someone at least give her something to do?Just when she thought her patience was about to run out, a soft knock came from the door. Finally! She jumped from the bed and unlocked the door, flinging it open to see…someone new?This was not Boss, but he wore a similar leather jacket. He had a thin red stubble to match his auburn hair and a smattering of freckles on his face. He was leaner and had no gray hair like Boss, but he was certainly older than her by at least a decade.He leaned against the doorframe with a relaxed smile. His warm brown eyes dragged down her form, lingering on her chest and hips as if he could see straight through the thin satin. He breathed a long inhale through his nose and sighed like he’d smelled something delicious.The image of herself playing with her pussy earlier flashed in her mind. Jazmyn felt her cheeks flush and cleared her throat.“Umm, hello…?His eyes flicked up to her face, and his smile was serene.“Hello yourself, babydoll.” His voice was higher than Boss’s but had a distinct rasp that she found interesting and pleasant. Jazmyn opened her mouth and closed it, not sure what to say. The new man continued talking, unbothered by her silence.“I’m Stokely. Boss asked me to take you downstairs.” He was polite, though a bit overly familiar, which seemed to be the theme with these guys. Even with the tattoos on his neck and hands, nothing about him was especially scary, so Jazmyn didn’t hesitate to take his offered hand.His skin was rough and deeply calloused like Boss’s, and they even smelled similar. Whiskey, motor oil, smoke, and something else, deeper and spicier—cologne?Jazmyn let Stokely lead her downstairs to the bar on soft sock feet, his own boots thumping heavily. Boss greeted her warmly.“There she is, our little guest of honor!”Jazmyn blushed under the attention of all these men who looked more or less happy to see her.
All except for my attempted murderer, of course.
That guy, Rome, just glared at her from the corner, mouth twisted in a sneer. Jaz quickly looked away from him; the hatred in his eyes was hot enough to sear. Everyone else looked friendly enough, or at least non-hostile.Stokely pulled her over to the bar, making himself comfortable on a stool before picking her up under her arms like she weighed nothing and plopping her down on his lap. She flailed a little at being unexpectedly airborne and panicked at the vertigo of suddenly being perched on a man’s thigh on a tall barstool. She prayed that he couldn’t feel her lack of panties.She squirmed in his lap, trying to right herself or get down; she didn’t know. The heavy hand gripping her hip ordered her to calm down, and she complied without thinking. Stokely smiled down at her, his other hand lightly stroking her arm and bare shoulders. None of the others reacted besides Boss, who looked briefly amused.
What on Earth is going on?
Jazmyn wasn’t sure how comfortable she was sitting on a strange man’s lap, but Boss didn’t give her time to complain.“How are you feeling, sweetheart? We got some things to talk about, but first, are you hungry? Thirsty?” His tone was accommodating, and it took Jazmyn’s mind off her anxiety.“Uh, I’m…okay, I guess. I’m kinda thirsty. Could I have some water? Please?” She shrugged, not quite able to meet his eyes. She didn’t like being the center of attention like this and resisted the urge to shrink in on herself.A glass of cool water was pressed into her hands by the guy behind the bar, a clean-shaven, sleepy-looking blond with lots of piercings and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. She was so dehydrated from her crying episodes earlier that she accepted the glass without thinking.It was only after she drank her fill that she remembered the dangers of roofies and date rape drugs. It tasted like clean, regular water, and she didn’t feel strange, so she decided to keep her concerns to herself.“Better now?” Boss asked, and she nodded hesitantly. He smiled.“Good. Well, first things first, I think some introductions are in order.“We are the Saints and Raiders, as you know by now. I’m the club president; you can call me Boss.” The big bear-like man waited for her to nod and then continued, motioning around the room.“This here is Duke. He’s our V.P.” Boss pointed to a huge bald man with intense, deep-set eyes and a thick handlebar mustache. Duke kept his arms crossed over his chest and nodded respectfully but otherwise said nothing. If someone had asked Jaz to think of a stereotypical biker, she would have thought of a man like Duke. He could have been ripped straight from an episode of Sons of Anarchy.“Tex, our treasurer.” Next up was a perfectly groomed dark-haired man with hazel eyes and an impassive, even bored expression. He didn’t have as many tattoos as the others. He seemed…more refined somehow. His posture and the cross of his ankle over his knee reminded her of an aristocrat from an English period piece about royalty. Jaz gave a small wave, and he inclined his head in return.“Your new friend there is Stokely, head mechanic.” Stokely winked at her and lightly squeezed her hip, making her flush and avert her eyes.“That’s Ash, the…bartender.” The sleepy blond flashed her an easy grin and a mock salute. Something about him made Jazmyn think of the smoking caterpillar from Alice and Wonderland. Her brow furrowed at Boss’s brief hesitation but wasn’t given any time to contemplate it before he moved on.“And over there with the bad attitude, is Rome, club secretary. Don’t worry about him; his bark is much bigger than his bite.” Boss smiled reassuringly at her.
Considering the fact that he almost killed me, I highly doubt that.
Jazmyn did her best to memorize all the names, matching them with faces. Stokely repositioned her on his lap and addressed her.“Now that you know all of us, tell us about you, babydoll.”“M-my name is Jazmyn. I’m not in any club, though.” She mumbled lamely, feeling rather silly.Boss, Ash, and Stokely laughed out loud at this.“Don’t worry, babe, we know.” Stokely lightly bounced her on his knee like a child.“But we wanna know more about you. How old are you? Where are you from?”“Oh, um, I’m 19, and I live in New York. I’m a student, and I live with my mom.” Jaz shrugged, unsure how much information she should divulge to these random leather-wearing men.Boss nodded.“A fancy college girl, hmm? We’ll be sure to mind our manners.” He teased, making Jazmyn squeeze her thighs together.“A fancy college girl from New York,” Tex said coolly. “What brings a little thing like you down here?” He sounded dispassionate, but Jaz was sure she could detect a thin layer of accusation in his tone.She bit her lip, really not wanting to reveal the most humiliating event of her life to these strangers. Boss spoke up again, eyes steady on her.“Jazmyn, it’s best you be honest with us. We don’t like lying little girls here.”She bit her lip harder, trying to figure out what to say. Eventually, she sighed, taking a deep drink of water to soothe her dry mouth and give her courage.She told them how she came to be there, traveling to Tennessee for her boyfriend’s sister’s wedding, his attitude toward her that day, and then finding him having sex with another woman. She tried describing her dissociation and the panic she felt that just made her want to flee, not caring where she ended up. Finally, she told them how her car broke down on their road without knowing where she was.She left out her initial encounter with Rome and how she was nearly turned into ground beef. The young man’s eyes never stopped boring into her, making her skin crawl. She didn’t think it was a good idea to badmouth one of their executive members to his friends’ faces.Jaz’s face burned with embarrassment, and her eyes pricked with tears. This is humiliating; they must think I’m so pathetic.The men were silent for a while, staring at her with enigmatic expressions. All Jaz wanted at that moment was to disappear; the weight of their eyes on her was unbearable. Boss broke the silence, shaking his head.“Sorry, baby, but I’m having a hard time believing that.” He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. Jaz’s head snapped up in confusion and panic, eyes glassy.“I-I’m telling the—”Boss held up a hand, silencing her protests.“You expect me to believe that a red-blooded man would fuck around when he’s got a girl like you at home? That don’t make a lick of goddamn sense.” He hissed, knuckles flexing.Jazmyn opened her mouth, but Stokely spoke before she could.“If that’s true, he deserves to be shot.” The venom in the normally easygoing man’s voice made the girl flinch. His grip on her hip verged on painful.“That’s fucking criminal,” Ash muttered under his breath, quietly seething.Even Duke and Tex looked disgusted. Rome didn’t appear moved.Shame twisted hot in her stomach like a knife, and she inexplicably felt that she needed to clarify; some misguided sense of loyalty made her come to Darrell’s defense without thinking.“The signs were all there. It should have been obvious; I mean, it is obvious now. But back then, it just seemed…God, I feel so stupid…I was just so blind, I pretty much asked for it.” Jaz’s bottom lip wobbled, and she willed herself not to cry again. Stokely’s hand slammed down on the bar top.“No, you fucking didn’t. You trusted him, and he betrayed you. You did not deserve that shit, Jazmyn.” He sounded so angry Jaz couldn’t believe this was the same man from earlier. She winced as his hand tightened.“Stokely. You’re hurting her.” Tex spoke lowly with a voice like rolling thunder.Stokely glared at Tex, which the other man returned. They seemed to have some unspoken communication. Stokely finally breathed heavily through his nose and smoothed his hand over Jaz’s hip, mumbling a soft apology.Boss stepped forward, putting both his hands on her face and making her look up into his eyes.“Babygirl, you’ve been done wrong. You deserve better. And that boy better hope he don’t ever come around these parts unless he wants a new asshole.”Jazmyn was left speechless and could only nod, even though the shame and doubt still weighed on her.Boss leaned in and pressed a long kiss to her forehead, his beard tickling her nose. Jaz let the kiss linger. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed her so gently. A tear rolled down her soft cheek, and Boss brushed it away with his thumb. He pulled away, and the mood of the room softened.“Thank you,” Jaz whispered, not entirely sure what she thanked them for, but knowing it came from the heart. The men smiled at her. Even Tex’s mouth quirked upward just a bit.Duke cleared his throat softly.“We got your bags from your car. You might be staying here a while.”That grabbed Jazmyn’s attention immediately, and she looked puzzled. She turned to Stokely.“My car, is it that bad?”Stokely nodded, not meeting her eyes.“I didn’t want to tell you, but it’ll need a whole new engine and battery replacement. It’ll take no less than a week. I’m sorry, doll. I’ll do all I can for it.”
I spent so long saving up for my car. Now, what am I going to do?
“I-I can’t afford a new engine. How am I supposed to get home?” Jaz felt like crying all over again. She knew she couldn’t ask her mother for the money. Her poor mama didn’t have it, and she couldn’t ask her to make that long drive, not with her health being what it was. Her brother, Michael, was notoriously unreliable. And Darrell…just no.Stokely stroked a hand down the back of her neck.“We know, baby. We know. We’ll work something out. In the meantime, you can stay with us. Right, Boss?”Boss sucked air through his teeth.“The house is already pretty full, and another mouth to feed on top of car repairs…I don’t know how we’ll afford it.”Jazmyn felt her panic rising.“Please let me stay! Even just a few days? I can-I can work something out. You can keep the car or sell it for scrap or something. I can call my mom and ask to borrow money for a train ticket, but—”Ash interrupted her hysterical pleading.“A train ticket?” He said incredulously. “Boss, c’mon. We can’t do that to her. Let her stay.”Boss thoughtfully dragged a heavy hand over his beard and sighed, shaking his head.“She’ll have to contribute somehow, club rules. Everyone pulls their weight. I don’t see how she can.”“I can cook! I cook all the time at home! A-And I can clean! I can be useful, I promise!” Jazmyn begged, terrified of being thrown out, her panic not letting her think rationally. Tears started streaming down her cheeks.Boss looked at her for a long moment but ultimately shook his head.“That’s not enough, baby girl. You’ve got to give me something else. Make it worth it.”Jazmyn wracked her brain for anything she had to offer these men so they didn’t toss her out.“I-I have $600 in my savings, and I can do errands! I can do paperwork and stuff! Please, I’ll do anything!”“600 ain’t gonna cover it. That’s nowhere near enough, babydoll. And we already have someone who does our filing. I’m sorry, but…” Stokely began shifting her off his lap, and Jazmyn felt her heart shatter.She didn’t know what else they could want from her. How had her life come to this? She didn’t have anything else to offer…unless…
Make it worth it.
She saw how these men had looked at her and spoke to her. She knew where their eyes lingered on her body and for how long. It’s all I’ve got left.“Wait! I can…I can do…things for you…” Her voice dropped down to a whisper at the end. She couldn’t believe she was considering this. Her mother would be so ashamed.“What did you say?” Boss asked. Her face flamed at having to repeat it.“I can do things for you…”“What kinds of things?”He’s going to make me say this out loud! Jazmyn shut her eyes and tried to summon her last bit of courage.“Sexual things…” She whispered pathetically.The silence that followed was deafening. She peeked her eyes open. They were all staring at her with strange expressions.“Wow.” Stokely breathed out, voice low.“Jazmyn, I thought you were a good girl…”The disappointment in Boss’s voice ripped through Jaz’s soul like nothing she’d ever felt.“No! No! I am! I am a good girl! I promise! Please!”She sounded crazy to her own ears, but she didn’t care anymore. Hot, fat tears poured down her face, and her nose ran. She knew she must look like a hot mess, probably the least sexy thing these men had ever seen.
What have I done? They must think I’m some whore!
For the third time that day, she sobbed her heart out. Jaz wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She didn’t know how she’d ever live with this humiliation. This was undoubtedly the worst day of her entire life.Abruptly, she felt herself being lifted into the air again, and she flailed around, miserable and confused.Boss pulled her off Stokely’s lap and settled her on his hip, holding her under her bottom like a toddler. He shushed her and stroked her back. She clung to him like a child, face buried in his shoulder, getting her snot and tears all over his cut while she desperately mumbled about being a good girl.“Shhh, it's okay, baby. It’s alright. I know you’re a good girl. Daddy’s here.” He cooed softly to her, peppering kisses on her head.“Daddy?” She murmured into his chest.“Yeah, baby girl, Daddy’s got you.” He bounced her lightly, soothing her tears until she quieted down to intermittent sniffles.Jazmyn was so emotional that she thought she couldn’t tell up from down. But those big arms holding her so firmly, and that smell she couldn’t get enough of…
She could relax in those arms and let her Daddy take all her problems away…no more sadness, no more thinking…just Daddy.
Her entire body slackened in his arms, and she felt that heat between her hips again. It felt like she was dissociating again, viewing the world from outside of her body, but the world had shrunk to only her and Daddy and that tingling between her legs.She moaned softly, rolling her hips against Boss’s abs, unconsciously chasing relief.“Daddy…”Jazmyn completely forgot they had an audience as she ground her pussy against Boss’s clothed stomach. Her dress was hiked up, exposing her smooth brown thighs and a little of her bare ass to the other men.“Oh, baby…yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good, little girl.” Boss slid a hand up her naked thigh and over her ass cheeks.Jaz moaned, curling her little hands into fists, gripping the front of Boss’s shirt. Boss’s fingers dipped between her thick cheeks, lightly stroking there, before dipping down to trace the outside of her bald pussy lips. He let out an animalistic groan, which he smothered with more kisses to her face and neck, sucking that tasty skin.She was pliant in his arms, gasping when his fingers touched her sensitive flesh. He continued playing with her pussy in plain view of the others, who all sat in enraptured silence. Duke, Stokely, and Ash stroked over their clothed crotches, squeezing their cocks through their jeans as they enjoyed the show. Tex kept a firm grip on his knee, fingers flexing restlessly. Rome stared with wide eyes.“You like that baby? You like how Daddy plays with you? How he treats that sweet cunt so good?” Boss began applying more pressure, and she was utterly soaked now, dripping honey all over his fingers and jacket. Jaz continued grinding against his hand and body, desperate for some pressure on her swollen clit. He dragged his middle finger through her chubby lips, gathering up more of her wetness and smearing it around the outside of her pussy. He brushed against that little nub, and she gasped out.“Oh, Daddy! Please…please…”Boss added a second finger between her lips, not touching her dripping little hole yet. He used two fingers to spread open those thick cunt lips, letting his compatriots get a good look at the delicious inner pink of her snatch and how prettily it contrasted with her dark skin. Jazmyn whined at the cool air on her wet skin and shivered against him.He kept teasing her like this, whispering filthy things in her ear.“You’re so fucking needy, girl. Bet this is what you wanted the whole time, hmm? You just want to be a good little slut for your Daddy, don't you? You want Daddy to put his cock in you. Bounce this tight little body on my fat cock.”Jazmyn’s mind was so flooded with pleasure that it was effectively mush. All she could do was moan wantonly and beg the man to touch her more, her plush lips drooling and shiny.“Please, more…more!”Boss chuckled. His cock was ready to burst from his jeans; he was so hard, it was starting to hurt. He was ready to wrap this up and seek his own pleasure, but he wasn’t going to shortchange his baby girl. That wouldn’t be right.“You ready, baby? Ready for Daddy to make you cum?” Boss licked and bit the soft skin of her neck, enjoying the seething jealousy in the other men’s eyes.Jaz moaned something unintelligible that sounded vaguely like a confirmation, bucking her hips and making that delicious ass and thighs jiggle enticingly. Boss gripped, squeezed, and kneaded those fat globes, loving the contrast between his paler hand and that dark flesh. She writhed and undulated in his grip, rubbing her full, braless tits on his chest. The buttery-soft satin dragged against her nipples like a warm tongue.“Alright, baby, you’ve been so good for me. I’ll give it to you.” Boss pressed his fingers to that slippery little button, rubbing it fast and rough. Jazmyn nearly screamed. She felt like she was on fire; her entire body was burning up from the inside. It never felt like this, even when Darrell would make love to her.She was so close; she could feel her orgasm creeping up on her. She needed something in her cunt. Her little hole was so empty, drooling needily all over his hand.“Please, inside? Inside…” She begged.“No, you’re gonna cum just like this. Cum for me, little girl.” Boss pressed her clit even harder, pulling it between his fingers.That little spark of painful pleasure sent Jazmyn over the edge, and her pussy gushed. She let out a long moan, cunt clenching around nothing.Her body sagged against the warmth of his chest, all her energy spent and her consciousness rapidly leaving her. She felt herself being shifted around but couldn’t be bothered to care until something pressed against her lips.She opened her mouth without thinking, and the firm, wet object pressed against her tongue. She sleepily licked it; it was sweet, a little salty, and musky. She sucked the object softly, and it wiggled around in her mouth, poking and curling around her tongue.It's his finger, she realized blearily.
Then that must be me, what I taste like…
She whined in protest when he took her yummy new treat away and traced the wet finger over her juicy, round lips.She thought she heard voices around her speaking lowly but couldn’t understand them. Her eyelids were so heavy, and she couldn’t move her limbs. She decided it didn’t matter and let sweet oblivion claim her, still surrounded by those big, tattooed arms and that wonderful smell.-----“All in favor?” Boss looked around expectantly at his friends. They’d all just watched Jazmyn come apart in his arms, shaking with pleasure she didn’t understand. He rubbed her back; she was blissed out, and he didn’t anticipate her waking up any time soon.The men were stunned into silence. While the plan had been to convince Jazmyn that she was stranded and utterly dependent on their goodwill, no one expected it to work so well.
Almost too well.
She was fragile and heartbroken but still so trusting and sweet. She was truly a special girl. Their collective manipulation was so effective that they were sure they could do just about anything to her, and she would bear it all obediently. But such honesty and openness came with a dark side.Her naturally submissive nature made her a target for the worst kinds of people, ones who would take advantage of her raw sexuality and eagerness to please. She needed to be protected and shown gentleness, given unimaginable pleasure, strict discipline, and endless love.The air was thick with the sweet, heady musk of Jazmyn’s cunt. The girl’s infectious sensuality permeated every corner of the room.All of the men, even Rome, were sporting painful erections, some of them having finished embarrassingly in their pants. They thought about all the things they wanted to do to her, what they wanted to do for her. Any lingering doubts about their sweet baby's suitability were long gone.None of the men could meet each other's gazes lest they go feral and start trying to kill each other for the right to claim their girl’s pussy first. She had awakened something primal and unevolved in their brains, some last remnant of when dinosaurs walked the Earth.“All in favor?” Boss repeated blithely, looking as pleased as a well-fed tomcat. He knew exactly what answer he would get.Stokely’s hand went up.Then Ash’s.Then Tex’s.Then Duke’s.And finally, Rome’s.Boss nodded, keeping his arms around their spent, darling girl.“The ayes have it.”
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Jazmyn woke to sunlight on her face. Eyes still closed, she turned away from the offending light and nuzzled the pillow under her. The pillow was warm and firm and…hairy? What the…?She groaned and blinked the sleep from her eyes, slowly processing what she was lying on. She saw dark hair first, too straight and sparse to be hers. And then dark ink on scarred, tanned skin. Tilting her head up, she was met with more dark hair, thicker now, and soft ocean eyes.“There’s my girl.” Boss smiled down at her, his head propped up on a pillow.Jaz gasped and immediately tried to sit up but was restrained by heavy arms. She hadn’t been sleeping on a pillow at all, she realized.
I was sleeping on his chest…
“Relax, it’s okay, baby. You’re with me.” He spoke lowly, calming her. His voice was gravelly with sleep, and Jaz couldn’t deny that it sparked a slow-burning fire in her belly. She did her best to ignore the distracting feeling.“Where am I?” She tried pushing up again and looking around the room, but he had no intention of letting her go yet. The sheets were gunmetal gray, not the solid white from the room she’d been in yesterday, and the headboard was a much darker wood. This was certainly not the room she was in previously.“You’re in my room, baby girl. Now, stop squirming. We don’t have to be up for another hour, and I’ll be damned if I’m getting up before then.” He breathed deeply through his nose and closed his eyes, looking content to go back to sleep.Jaz, unfortunately, was wide awake now.“How did I get here? Last night…” She blanched as memories of the previous night came rushing back to her, how she cried and begged Boss not to kick her out and then had the best orgasm of her life in his arms, his fingers all over her, the others watching—“Let me go!” Jazmyn struggled against his grip, trying to find any way out of this situation and escape her shame. She pushed and thrashed, but those powerful arms only got progressively tighter.“Jazmyn! Calm down right now!” Boss's eyes shot open, and he did not look happy about being denied valuable cuddle time.Jaz ignored him, still trying to find a way out of the vice-like hold. She flailed her legs, kicking off the duvet in her blind panic.“Jazmyn, I’m giving you ‘til the count of three to stop moving!” Boss gritted through his teeth.“1…”She still wasn’t listening and continued to shove and pry at his arms.“2…”She started slapping his chest and shoulders, not concerned with anything but escaping.“3.”Pain exploded across her backside as his hand came down with a thunderous crack on her bare ass, making it bounce under his palm. Tears sprang to the corners of her eyes. She shrieked and stopped fighting, immediately trying to process that this man just spanked her!Her pussy clenched.“Are you going to listen now, or do I need to pop your ass again?” Boss growled low; his previous good mood had soured.Jazmyn rapidly nodded and then shook her head, confused at which question to answer but feeling thoroughly chastised and mortifyingly aroused.Boss took a deep, agitated breath, that furred chest rising and falling sharply. He sat up, keeping her locked in his arms. If she had any hopes about being let go, they were quickly dashed when he easily flipped them over. He was on top of her now, pinning her down with his massive bulk.His jaw ticked, and it was clear that this was not how he wanted to wake up. Jaz averted her eyes, but he didn’t allow that. He brought a hand under her jaw, gripping firmly but not enough to hurt; he forced her to look into his eyes. The pleasant and kind man from yesterday was nowhere to be found.“Jazmyn, I understand you get scared sometimes, and it makes you want to run away. But you need to be a good girl and use your words when you’re upset. I can’t help you when you misbehave like that.” The hand on her throat tightened fractionally. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper.“And if you ever fight me like that again, I will bend you over my knee and make you regret it. Do you understand me?”Jazmyn nodded, lip trembling with fear.“Use your words.” His eyes narrowed at her.“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She whispered. She didn’t know why she said that. It had been an automatic reaction and just felt so natural. Last night…
Last night, I called him Daddy while he…played with me. He seemed to like it…did I like it?
Boss held her gaze for another minute and then sighed. His eyes softened, and his mouth quirked into a small smile.“Aw, you know I can’t be mad at you, baby girl.” His hand left her neck, and he caressed her face. He leaned down to kiss her forehead.Jazmyn didn’t know what to think, but it didn’t seem like she was in danger of having her behind reddened anymore. She decided to take a risk.“Can…May I get up now, Daddy?” She whispered demurely, raising her voice to a slightly higher octave.Boss’s eyes darkened again, this time not with anger but desire. He raked his eyes hungrily down her prone form, and Jazmyn finally registered what she was wearing. Or rather, what she wasn’t wearing.Her party dress from yesterday was gone, the creamy lavender satin replaced by a cool white t-shirt, several sizes too big. The wideness of the shoulders indicated it was a man’s shirt, most likely his. It fell to about mid-thigh, and her legs and feet were bare.Jaz blushed when she realized she still wasn’t wearing any panties.
Did he change my clothes last night? That must mean he saw me naked…
Boss dragged the hand on her face down her neck, resting his huge palm in the center of her chest between her breasts. Her nipples poked up through the thin cotton to say hello, which made him grin.“I’m tempted to say no…but I’ll allow it.” Boss pushed up off her, giving her the freedom to sit up. Her eyes widened at him, able to fully appreciate his form now.His body was packed with thick muscles but maintained a layer of softness around his middle, betraying his age a bit. His shoulders were broad, leading up to a thick neck and down to a well-defined chest adorned with short salt-and-pepper hairs. Boss’s skin was tanned from long hours working in the sun and covered with dark tattoos. Jazmyn was surprised to see the numerous irregularly shaped scars littering his torso and arms.
Was he in an accident?
Eyes trailing downward, she spied the hefty bulge in his dark blue boxers, and her eyes went impossibly wider.
That cannot be real!
Boss grinned, seemingly able to hear her thoughts. Jaz forced herself to look away, embarrassed at being caught ogling the man’s crotch. She looked around the room, taking in Boss’s private space.His room was large, with plain eggshell walls, gray curtains on the windows, and wood floors. A dresser sat against one wall, and men’s grooming items and personal effects sat neatly on top. The room was clean and practical; not much in it, but everything there had a functional purpose.Jaz thought this fit his personality. She didn’t imagine a man like Boss cared much about interior design. A smile came to her face unbidden at the mental image of Boss at a home décor store, trying to pick out pillow shams and vases. Definitely not.She continued looking around. There was an open closet on the far wall and another closed door she assumed to be a bathroom. Near the closet was a desk and file cabinet. In the corner was a chair holding her duffel bag and purse; her dress was draped across the back.To the right of the king-sized bed sat a nightstand with a lamp and a digital alarm clock.
10:09 AM
Goodness, how long was I asleep?
Boss watched Jaz inspect his space quietly before he pointed to the closed door.“Bathroom is through there if you need it.”She nodded and gingerly crawled off the bed, trying to hold the oversized shirt down to protect her remaining modesty. Even though she threw herself at him last night like a slut.Boss chuckled at her efforts. She tiptoed to the bathroom and quickly did her business, eager to get back to Boss and get some answers.
Or just have him hold me again…
She returned to the bedroom, finding the man in the same position as when she left, except now he was holding her phone, the sparkly pink case catching her attention immediately. He looked up and held it out to her.“I charged your phone last night. They found it in your car, but it was mostly dead.”Jaz thanked him and took it, powering it on. She sat next to him on the bed, back against the headboard. He draped an arm around her, pulling her close to him, making her lean into his body heat.He watched her unlock her phone over her shoulder, and the screen instantly lit up with a tidal wave of notifications.
22 missed calls
39 messages
Jazmyn grimaced, seeing that the majority of the notifications were from Darrell. She couldn’t imagine how angry he must have been that she broke up with him over a text and then ignored him.
Serves his ass right.
But then her heart sank with guilt. About one-third of the texts were from her mother, and a handful came from her mother’s nurse. Jazmyn quickly opened the messenger app to her mother’s chat.
Baby, are you alright? Darrell called and said you disappeared?
Did you take your car?
*Missed call*
Hello?
Jazmyn, where are you?
*Missed call*
Jazmyn Annalise Jefferson, you better pick up this phone right now! This is not funny!
Jazmyn?
*Missed call*
*Missed call*
Baby?
*Missed call*
Baby, please pick up.
I can’t lose you too.
Jazmyn felt like the worst daughter in the world. She should have known that Darrell would call her mother once he found her gone. If Jaz were a gambling woman, she’d bet he’d omitted the small fact that she dumped him. Typical.Her mother was probably worried sick right now, thinking her only daughter had gone missing. Jazmyn’s heart sank to her toes. Her mother’s health was frail, and the excess stress on her already weak heart could—
No!
Jazmyn refused to think about that. She turned to Boss, who watched her with gentle eyes.“I have to call my mom. She must be so worried about me. She…She’s sick, and I didn’t—”Boss cut her off with a soft hand over her mouth and nodded. Jazmyn could have cried with relief. She tapped the phone icon with trembling fingers and raised it to her ear.
First ring…
Second ring…
Jazmyn squeezed her eyes shut in silent prayer.
Third ring…
“Jazmyn?” Her mother’s soft voice came through. She sounded tired, even more so than usual. She must not have gotten any sleep.“Hey, Mama! It's me.” Jazmyn couldn’t keep the unadulterated joy from her voice.“Jazmyn! Honey, where are you? Why haven’t you been answering the phone? I’ve been so worried!”“I know, Mama, I’m so sorry! Yesterday was…really crazy. I-It’s so much to talk about I don’t know where to start…” Jazmyn put a hand on her face, trying to keep her thoughts together. Boss rubbed her arm encouragingly, staying silent. At that moment, she was thankful for his presence.“The beginning is usually a good place to start.” Her mother prompted. There was some shuffling in the background and a muffled voice, probably her mom talking to the nurse.“Mama…Darrell…he…he cheated on me at the wedding. I caught him with another woman during the reception…that’s why I left. I just…I couldn’t be there anymore. I had to go.” Jazmyn’s voice dropped to a whisper at the end. It was one thing to tell strangers about it; it was another thing to tell her mother. It was so hard, especially when her mom had such high hopes for their relationship.Her mother was silent for a long while before she exploded.“HE DID WHAT? That no-good, low-down, son of a—ooh! I can’t believe this! How could he do that to you? When I get my hands on—”Jazmyn cut her off.“Mama! Mama, calm down! You’re raising your blood pressure! The doctor said—”“That doctor can shove it where the sun don’t shine! This is you we’re talking about here!”Jazmyn couldn’t help but smile. Of course, her mother would have her back. She felt silly for ever doubting that. In her prime, Keisha Jefferson was a force to be reckoned with, only mellowed by her mild-mannered husband, Lawrence. It was good to know that the illness and grief hadn’t taken away all her mom’s fire.Her mother’s ranting petered out, and the older woman’s voice took on a maternal concern.“I’m so sorry, baby. I know you really liked him.”Jazmyn’s chest clenched, and she swallowed thickly. She didn’t know what to say. The wound was still too raw. So, she said nothing. After a beat, her mom continued.“So, where are you? Why haven’t you come home? You still haven’t told me.”The note of suspicion in Keisha’s voice was not unwarranted. Jazmyn had avoided answering that question because she knew she had no good answer. She didn’t want to lie to her mother, but what could she say? Don’t worry, Mama, I’m staying with a bunch of hypersexual men who wear leather and ride motorcycles.The shock would send her mom straight to the hospital.Jaz refused to be responsible for killing her mother, so she chose to keep it vague. Though in her heart, she knew she was still lying by omission.“I’m, uh, staying with some friends for a little while. I’m having some car trouble, so they’re offering me to stay with them while it’s getting fixed.” Jazmyn cringed at how unsure her voice sounded. She silently prayed that her mom wouldn’t ask too many questions, forcing her to lie outright.“Uh-huh, and would I know these friends?” The skepticism in Keisha’s voice grew.“Um, no. No, you wouldn't know them…” Dear God, I’d hope not!Before her mom could launch into a CIA-level interrogation, Jazmyn stopped her.“Mama, I’m okay. I promise. I just…I need you to trust me. I’ll come home soon. I just need to work some things out on my own first.” Jazmyn gripped the phone harder, hoping her mother would drop the subject.There was some silence and rustling, her mother probably readjusting herself on the couch. Keisha sighed.“Alright, baby. I trust you. I just need to know you’re safe. That’s all I care about.”Jazmyn’s eyes slid to Boss, who’d been rubbing her back and shoulders the whole time. He grinned mischievously at her. She smiled back shyly.“Yeah, I’m safe.” Probably the safest I’ve ever been.“Good. Well, how about I let you go? Lucia and I are watching this crazy show called Love Island. Have you heard of it? The folks on this show are nuttier than squirrel doo-doo, I tell you!”That got a laugh out of Jaz. Lucia had been her mother’s in-home nurse for over a year, but they acted more like girlhood best friends. It made Jazmyn feel less guilty about being away from her; she knew her mom was in good hands, and Lucia would call her if anything happened.“Alright, Mama, I’ll call again tomorrow. Tell Lucia I said hi. I love you.”“Love you more, honey. Oh, and if Darrell calls here again, I’ll be sure to give him a piece of my mind.” Jazmyn could hear the smile in her mom’s voice.They said their goodbyes and ended the call. Boss gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.“You’re a good daughter, Jazmyn.” His smile was affectionate, and she thanked him with a soft smile.She leaned further into his embrace—that warm skin and intoxicating musk doing devious things to her body. Jaz eyed the rest of the notifications wearily, all from Darrell. He hadn’t texted her that morning. Her thumb hovered over his contact, wondering if she should even entertain him by reading his messages.Before she could decide, Boss plucked the phone out of her hand and set it on the nightstand. She attempted to protest, but his expression was stern.“You won’t be concerning yourself with him anymore.”The impossible surety in his voice dissolved whatever half-baked argument Jaz came up with. She could only stare at him in silence, mouth agape. He continued smoothly as if nothing happened.“Now, you and I need to talk. About last night.” His voice was firm and matter-of-fact, which did nothing to calm the wave of nerves flooding over her.“Daddy, I—”He gently shushed her and pulled her onto his lap, dwarfing her with his hulking frame. Her bare pussy sat right over his cock, separated only by his thin cotton boxers. Jazmyn blushed and tried to shift away, but those heavy hands on her waist didn’t allow her. She felt his half-hard dick throb and grow under her, making her breath hitch softly.
It’s so big!
“Don’t talk, now. Just listen.” Boss ran his hands up and down her sides over the t-shirt, tracing just under her perky round tits and down to the spread of her wide hips. Jazmyn tried her best to focus on his words, but he was making it so hard!“Last night, we talked about you staying here in the house for a while and what we would get in exchange. You offered us some things…remember?” His voice was silky and low, and his hands never stopped moving over her body.The fires of humiliation and lust ignited low in her belly. She knew better than to fight him at this point, but she still couldn’t meet his eyes. She nodded, head hung low.“You offered to cook and clean for us, right? Take care of the house?”She nodded again, mind fuzzy, trying to ignore the growing stickiness between her legs.“You offered something else too, didn’t you? You said you would take care of us—let us use your body.”His hands weren’t just moving up and down her body anymore; he was slowly rocking her on his lap, pushing and pulling her hips, dragging her wet pussy over the length of his throbbing hard cock. Jazmyn moaned, unable to make her brain or mouth form anything intelligent.“Would you like that? Six men who all get to have you however and whenever they want…” He leaned in to kiss her cheek, beard tickling her skin.“You’re a beautiful girl, Jazmyn. Sweet and respectful, like a little girl should be.” He nuzzled under her jaw and whispered against her skin, peppering kisses on her neck. His hips rolled under her, pressing his fat cock against her cunt. Her juices soaked into his boxers, making the cotton stick to his cock. The wet fabric was delicious torture on her clit.“We want you, baby girl. We want to keep you and love you. You belong with us. We’ll take such good care of you. You want that, too, right?”Jazmyn nodded, agreeable to anything as long as she could keep that fantastic pressure on her clit. She’d begun moving her hips of her own volition, chasing pleasure, and loving the way that huge cock twitched against her dripping snatch. Boss groaned and grabbed two jiggling handfuls of her ass, pulling her closer and forcing their crotches together. She gasped, pressing her tiny hands to his chest.“We’ll make you feel so good, little girl. And you’ll make us feel good, too.” He kept one hand on her ass and reached up to cup one of her delicious bouncing tits, lightly pulling on her nipple through the cotton shirt. The shirt was just long enough to drape around her thighs and obscure her drenched cunt, only giving Boss teasing glimpses of her hot core.“Daddy—” She whined, but he silenced her again.“No talking, listen. We all have different things we like—different ways for you to please us. We’ll teach you how. And you want to learn, don’t you?”She nodded desperately, breath coming out in hot little pants. She didn’t know how she ever made it through life before without this man’s hands on her. Her blood was liquid fire in her veins, and she could feel her heartbeat in that little bundle of nerves.“You know what I like, baby? I like a young, innocent girl who wants nothing more than to please her Daddy. I like a little nymph who never swears or talks back. That’s for big girls, but you’re not a big girl, right? You’re Daddy’s beautiful baby girl who always does what she’s told.” He brought a hand up to the back of Jazmyn’s neck, sinking his fingers into her thick curls.“You can do that for me, right? Talk sweet and shy for your Daddy and give him that pretty little pussy whenever he wants it. Say yes, baby.” With his hand in her hair, he pulled her face toward his, their foreheads touching.“Say it.” He whispered against her lips.“Y-Yes, Daddy! Yes! Please…” Jazmyn mewled like a kitten, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.Boss rewarded her with a bruising kiss. Forcing his tongue into her hot, wet mouth, he sought out her tongue, licking everywhere he could reach. Her small, timid tongue tentatively engaged with his, rewarding his aggressive affection with coy kitten licks of her own. He moaned against her mouth, adoring her submission.Jaz wriggled and undulated in his lap, needing more stimulation. Feeling bold, she drew a hand down Boss’s torso, feeling his abdominal muscles quiver under her raking nails until she reached his crotch.She traced a soft, sweaty hand over his trapped cock, playing over its mass with her fingertips. The thick vein along the underside thrummed, and Boss hissed, capturing her pillowy bottom lip in his teeth. His hand shot down to grab her wrist, holding it in place over his pulsing dick. He flexed his hips, humping her tiny hand, applying pressure until she was firmly stroking him over the wet fabric.“It’s so big…Can…Can I have it inside, Daddy? Please?” Jazmyn pitched her voice a bit higher, remembering how her Daddy seemed to like that earlier. She sounded years younger than she was, just a needy, drippy little girl melting like butter in his arms.Boss growled so low that, for a moment, she thought she’d upset him. She was prepared to apologize until he took his hand away from her wrist and shoved it between her legs, grabbing hold of her chubby, slippery pussy lips.She nearly screamed, hips instinctually arching away from his hand, but he kept the other hand firm on her ass, not allowing her to escape his punishing grip. His fingers pressed into her ass cheek, bruising into the tender meat.“Daddy’s little slut needs a thick dick in her pussy? Is that what you want, baby?”Jazmyn nodded desperately, and Boss ducked his head to kiss and bite her neck. He rubbed her cunt, enjoying her pained and pleasured moans. He pressed his fingers to her clit, and she nearly collapsed. He chuckled darkly and tsked at her, his voice like dark honey whisky being poured over ice.“Not yet, baby. That pretty cunt is too little, too tight. Daddy’s gotta work you open ‘til you can take this fat cock.”-----Boss thought his balls were about to burst. His cock ached something awful, and he needed to find a way into that hot little snatch before he lost his mind.In a flash, he had her flipped over on her back, lying on top of her. He ravished her lips and neck, mouth sucking, teeth biting over every inch of available skin. Her lips were so perfect for him, big and round and pouty, two fat pillows for his dick.He groaned at the mental image of her huge doe eyes staring lovingly up at him while she worked her pretty mouth over every inch of his big cock and balls. He forced himself to focus; there would be plenty of time to skull fuck her into oblivion later.“Gonna make you feel so good, baby…”Pulling away from her mouth, Boss loomed over her, one arm next to her head to support his weight. He trailed the other hand down to grope and massage a plush thigh. Dipping his fingers under the bunched-up t-shirt, he pushed it up, revealing her bald, swollen pussy and the soft expanse of her stomach.He leaned down to kiss and nip at the soft skin of her stomach, tracing his tongue around her belly button and making her giggle at the tickly sensation. Kissing up between her ribs, he pushed the shirt up over her tits and pulled it over her head. He let himself stare for a minute, ignoring her needy squirming.Like the rest of her, her tits were perfect. Round brown teardrops with perked-up Hershey kiss nipples that lent her breasts a conical shape. They weren’t particularly big, but they looked large on her petite frame, jiggling and bouncing as Jazmyn fidgeted under his hungry gaze.Boss had always been an ass man. His eyes naturally gravitated to any big, bubbly booty that caught his attention. His baby girl was gloriously bottom-heavy; her narrow shoulders, small waist, and wide hips made her the perfect pear shape. While her thick, juicy ass was his favorite feature, he was pleased to know that her tits didn’t disappoint either.He took the left nipple in his mouth, suckling and nibbling while he groped the other breast with his hand. He buried his face between her titties, loving their squishy firmness. Jazmyn was a moaning mess beneath him, compliant and gorgeous as ever.He licked back down her stomach, putting himself at eye level with her dripping twat. Boss breathed in the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. He spread her thighs and held them down against the bed, forbidding her to hide from him even when she whined with embarrassment.Boss took a good long look at her pussy, wanting to commit it to memory.
Might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…
Her lower lips were every bit as plump and kissable as the ones on her face. Those smooth brown folds flowered open to reveal an adorable bubblegum-pink clit and a hole so small that even a finger might be a struggle. He smiled at the endearing beauty mark on her puffy outer lip, just to the right of her clit. It distantly reminded him of Marilyn Monroe.Boss leaned down and gently kissed the spot, making Jazmyn moan quietly.“W-Wait, no one’s ever…Darrell never—Ahh!” She was cut off by a sharp slap to the inside of her thigh.“Don’t ever talk about another man while I’m eating your cunt, especially that one. Now, say you’re sorry for distracting me.”“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She whimpered.Boss only hummed in acknowledgment and returned to kissing her cute pussy. He peppered smooches over her dewy outer lips, letting his beard and mustache tickle her sensitive flesh. He nuzzled her clit softly before planting a big, open-mouthed kiss on it.“Oh! Daddy…” Jaz gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, and her cunt clenched, releasing a new wave of sugary girl-honey to soak Boss’s gray-streaked beard.His eyes flicked up to hers, and he smiled deviously. Jazmyn shivered with anticipation. Without warning, he dove mouth-first into her quivering wet snatch, licking, slurping, and sucking up all her yummy juices.Jazmyn shrieked and tried to squirm away from his thick, probing tongue. Boss growled against her hole, wrapping his heavy arms around her hips to keep her firmly against his mouth. He punished her with more lashes of his powerful tongue, scrubbing roughly over that tender pink bud. Jaz was panting and moaning uncontrollably now.
God, she tastes so fucking good! That’s right, girl. Come apart on my tongue!
Boss ate her ravenously, claiming every part of her hot little twat with his mouth. He sucked her puffy, peach-shaped pussy lips before engulfing her clit in his mouth. He tongue-fucked her pussy, worming the wet muscle into her entrance and making sure that she was wet enough for the next part.He began stroking her cunny with his middle finger, gathering up the mixture of her slick and his spit. Once it was sufficiently lubed, he slowly pressed the long digit into her tight cunt. Jazmyn’s back arched at the sudden intrusion.He twisted his finger around, stroking her spongy inner walls and enjoying the way they hugged his finger. She was dizzyingly tight. Boss chuckled darkly at the idea that Darrell must not be working with much if she still felt so virginal.He added a second thick finger, and her pussy spasmed, protesting the stretch. He continued working his fingers in and out of her, occasionally glancing up to revel in her pleasured expressions. He found her G-spot and crooked his fingers into it, making Jaz’s hips buck wildly. Boss pressed this thumb to her clit and started furiously pumping his hand, never giving her G-spot a break. Jazmyn squealed in wonderful agony.“Daddy, it's so close…gonna cum! Please!”“I’m gonna make you cum for me, baby. Want you to cum, right now!” He ducked his head to viciously bite the inside of her thigh. Her cunt walls abruptly seized and twitched, and her whole body shuddered. Her thighs tried to close involuntarily, but Boss kept them open. Overwhelmed, tears streamed from her eyes. She rode her orgasm beautifully, and he was mesmerized by the raw, girlish sexuality on display.Boss needed to be inside her. Now.While she was still coming down from the high, he stumbled off the bed and yanked his boxers off. His cock was throbbing and furious. The thick, pale shaft stood straight out at a perfect 90-degree angle, and his tip was flushed an angry red. The veins along the shaft thrummed and pulsed like monstrous earthworms.He yanked Jazmyn’s hips to the edge of the bed and pushed her legs up to her head, effectively folding her in half. He fondled his balls idly and marveled at her natural flexibility.
Duke’ll fucking love that.
Boss lined up the head of his raging cock with her sweet little hole, staring into those huge wet Bambi eyes that stared right back at him, so trustingly, so adoring. She panted softly and bit that thick, pretty lip. He claimed her delectable mouth once again, and their tongues slipped and slid clumsily against each other.He drove his hips forward, breaching the ring of soft pink muscles on the first go. Even after stretching her out, she was still sinfully tight. Boss threw his head back with a deep rumble in his chest. Her pretty cunt was trying to milk the life out of him, sucking and groping along his shaft.Boss knew he should go slow so as not to scare her and let her get accustomed to his size. However, most of the blood in his brain had been redirected to his dick. He continued to bully his big cock into her pussy and watched her face contort with pain and ecstasy. Her moans were choking, and more tears flowed down her round cheeks. Her cunt was tense, and she kept trying to push him out. He shushed her lovingly.“Shh, it’s okay, baby. Let Daddy in. Be a good girl, now.”He continued penetrating her inner depths, and she desperately tried to relax for him, wanting to be agreeable. Boss appreciated her effort and rewarded her with more kisses on her face and neck. Once he finally bottomed out, he pulled out to just under the tip and speared back through.He began fucking her with long, slow, and deep strokes. Her cervix smooched the head of his cock with every deep thrust. There was still an inch or two of his dick outside her snatch, but Boss decided not to force it now. There would be plenty of time to push her limits in the future.Her fat, velvety pussy lips clung to his bare cock every time he pulled out. She was so obedient and accommodating, letting him have his way with her.While her body had been his initial goal, he was becoming increasingly infatuated with her. Her kindness and innocence had wormed into his jaded heart to the point of obsession. He was determined to learn everything about her and make her love him. With how easily she accepted him as her new Daddy, he figured she was craving some paternal affection, and he planned to use that to his advantage.Boss had never been shy or embarrassed about his age, finding that attention from the opposite sex only increased the grayer his beard got. He was also not ashamed to admit that he’d fucked a lot of women in his 41 years of living—strippers, club whores, foreign prostitutes, suburban moms, the list went on. He usually liked women in their thirties and late twenties, delighting in those age gaps that once seemed enormous. But now…fucking a girl less than half his age…Battering Jazmyn’s 19-year-old cunny felt like a crime. Ravishing that young, pristine pussy with his huge, experienced cock was tantamount to cradle-robbing.He couldn’t recall the last time he’d had teen pussy—probably back when he was also a teenager, a zit-faced little shit that didn’t know what to do with his cock, much less a cunt.He reminisced about how stupid he was at 19, and poor little Jaz was not much brighter. He remembered how much she trusted them yesterday, offering up her body to them when she didn’t truly know what that meant. She was so young and gullible, happy to believe whatever a group of older men told her without question or skepticism.
What if it wasn’t us? What if someone else found her…
That thought ignited a simmering anger in his chest. Someone, anyone, could have come along and taken their girl—hurt her, raped her. Her diminutive stature and submissive nature wouldn’t allow her to fight back in any meaningful way.The silly little slut had put herself in an incredibly dangerous situation. He decided she couldn’t be left alone; she would never be allowed to put herself in harm's way again.Now, he intended to punish Jaz for being so naïve and daring to have such a sinful, tempting little snatch.Boss grabbed her wrists and pinned them with one hand above her head. His strokes picked up speed until he was hammering her delicate walls, bludgeoning her G-spot. His balls felt heavy, and they slapped against her jiggling ass with every disciplining stroke.“Such a slutty baby, offering this hot little body up to a bunch of older men on a silver platter. You’re lucky we found you and not someone else, someone who could have hurt you.” He growled low next to her ear. The pressure behind his balls was building, and he wanted nothing more than to flood her cunt with his cum.Jazmyn was a wreck, writhing and bucking her hips, begging for more. Boss attacked her neck and breasts with his mouth, loving how they bounced with his thrusts. He was so close now, but he wanted her to cum again before he rewarded her with his jizz.“You’re gonna cum for me one more time, okay baby girl? Ready?” On a sharp upward thrust, his hand shot down to tightly pinch her clit.Jazmyn shrieked, and her juices gushed out around his cock. Her eyes rolled up into her skull, and her back bowed. The view was glorious.Her spasming cunt was enough to send him over the edge, and Boss felt his balls draw up close to his body. With a low groan, thick ropes of hot cum shot out from his cock, drowning her tiny cervix.They panted in silence for a while, coming down from their orgasms. Boss gently stroked a hand over Jazmyn’s cheek, and she nuzzled his palm like an exhausted kitten. He pressed a long kiss to her forehead and then a quick one to the tip of her nose, making her giggle. Finally, he kissed her lightly on the lips and pulled his softening cock from her pussy.Jaz covered her face in embarrassment when he took the time to admire his seed dripping from her swollen, abused cunny. He stepped back from the bed and ran a soothing hand over her calf.“Alright, baby, it's time to get up. We’re late now.” He spoke softly and chuckled at her whine of protest.“I know, baby girl, I know. C’mon.” He gently grabbed her hands and pulled her up off the bed. She swayed and stumbled on jelly-like legs, but he kept her upright. Jaz grimaced at the strange feeling of his rapidly cooling cum dripping down her thigh. Boss laughed and told her to grab her things for the shower.That made Jazmyn perk right up, and she immediately went to get her toiletries from her duffel bag, still a little unsteady on her feet. He belly laughed when she returned to him holding so many products and tools that it looked like she was going on a long hike.“I haven’t lived with a woman in a long time. I forgot y’all treat bathing like a pro sport.”Jazmyn laughed and rolled her eyes fondly at his teasing.“Some of us happen to like the finer things in life, more than just lukewarm water and a bar of soap.” She said primly and scrunched her nose at him in mock disapproval. This earned her a kiss on the temple and a playful pop to her ass.Boss led her into the bathroom and let her get ready while he turned on the shower, getting the water nice and hot. When he turned around, he was greeted with the most adorable thing he’d ever seen—Jazmyn in a rubber ducky-patterned shower cap.The look on her face told him not to say a word, and he held up his hands in surrender, knowing better than to argue with a woman about her beauty routine. He did that enough times with his ex-wife and had no desire to make a habit of it with Jazmyn.Being the gentleman he was, he held the shower door open for her and let her get in first before joining her under the spray of hot water.They didn’t talk during the shower, but the intimacy was undeniable. They held and washed each other, exploring each other’s bodies with no sexual intent. She helped him wash his back and his face, and he gently washed her sore pussy. He breathed in her honey and fruit-scented body wash, burying his face in her slippery, wet neck for a while to enjoy the feel of her in his arms. She giggled when he lightly tickled her sides. He moaned in drowsy delight when she reached up to scrub his hair and beard.It was…wonderful.Boss didn’t know if he’d ever been so close to a woman in his life. He’d had plenty of girlfriends; hell, he’d been married, for Christ's sake!
But even then, it never felt like this.
He’d married young, as military men were wont to do, and then divorced young, too. His marriage hadn’t lasted long, and he didn’t know if he ever even loved Deborah in the first place. She probably hadn’t loved him much either.They had a respectful agreement, which worked for them for a while. Married service members received better benefits and pay, so it seemed like a good deal at the time.They kept separate bedrooms, and neither asked about the people the other was sleeping with. He was often away on deployment, so it wasn’t a big deal.He was away in Iraq when she finally wrote him asking for a divorce. She had met someone else and wanted to be with them. He let her go without a fuss. He hadn’t felt any disappointment or sadness. It just…was. The split was amicable, and she hadn’t wanted alimony, so they parted on good terms. She still sent a cordial Christmas card like clockwork.Even though he held no conflicts about Debby leaving, it left him with a particular belief that love wasn’t attainable for him, if it even existed at all. This was only compounded by witnessing firsthand what happened to Duke’s marriage in later years.But this…this felt like love.He’d never met a girl so sweet and accepting. She wasn’t cynical or jaded and was too young to be bitter. She was beautiful and endlessly trusting, even after suffering the worst heartbreak of her young life. Boss knew that, with careful nurturing, she could stay this way forever. She could be his perfect little girl forever.
This Darrell is a damn fool. But I can't say I'm not grateful to him. Wonder how long it'll take him to realize what he had...
It wasn’t until the end of their shower, while they hugged, enjoying the steam and each other’s presence, that either one spoke again. Jazmyn tilted her head to look at him, her chubby cheek resting on his chest.“Daddy? What’s your real name? It’s not Boss, is it?” The innocent curiosity in her eyes forbade him from dodging her question.“My name is Carson, baby. Carson Fry. If you like, you can say it when we’re alone, but it’s still Daddy to you.”She tested the name on her tongue and smiled, deciding she liked it. But that sparked another question in her mind.“Why don’t you guys use your real names?”Boss blinked and looked up at the ceiling, considering his words carefully, thinking of how to explain this in a way she’d understand, having never been in a club.“For some motorcycle clubs, names are very personal. Some folks give up their old lives entirely to be in a club. For some, it represents something they left behind. We earn a nickname when we join, and it becomes as good as our real name.” His hands stroked her back and massaged her shoulders, relishing that smooth cocoa-colored skin against his larger, paler hands.Jaz nodded, accepting this explanation, but still had more questions. Her brows furrowed, and her lips puckered to make the cutest little thinking face Boss had ever seen.“Will I get to know the other’s names too?”Boss’s hands stopped stroking her for a second, but he resumed, now a bit slower.“I don’t know. That’s for them to tell you if they want to.” Boss knew that might not be the answer she wanted to hear, but it was the truth. Their secrets were theirs, and no one else had the right to share them. But Jaz nodded again, understanding as ever.Suddenly, a mischievous grin spread across her face.“Does that mean I get a nickname?”Boss laughed out at this.
Oh, you’ve got several, baby girl.
“What kind of nickname do you want?”“I don’t know, something nice, I hope.” Jazmyn shrugged.“Well…I’ve been calling you my little lamb since we found you on the road, stranded like a lost sheep.” He chuckled, and she hid her burning face against his chest. She was silent for a little while before she spoke again.“That’s nice…” She whispered, “But I think I want to keep Jazmyn for a little while longer.”Boss kissed her forehead.“Whatever you want, baby.”
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Boss led Jazmyn down the stairs with his hand on her lower back, occasionally slipping under the shirt to grope her bare ass. They’d spent a significant amount of time just enjoying each other’s company under the spray of hot water, kissing and touching softly until he made them get out.Their escapades and extended shower cuddling cost them a good bit of time, and by the time they got out, it was well past noon. Boss dressed in his typical work jeans, t-shirt, and club jacket, letting Jazmyn know she’d be in the care of another member for the day as he had some important, unspecified business to attend to. From his tone, Jazmyn knew better than to inquire further and agreed, although she did express some nervousness about being away from him.Daddy only chuckled and kissed her fondly on the forehead, saying she’d be fine. After their shower, he’d picked her outfit—if it could even be called that. He’d given her another one of his T-shirts and ensured she put on socks to keep her feet warm. He did not permit her to wear panties or bottoms of any kind, informing her that she must be available for use at any moment by himself or another member.And it won’t matter anyhow…He added cryptically but did not elaborate.Jazmyn’s face burned with embarrassment at every step down the stairs, knowing that if anyone passed by, they’d be able to see her exposed pussy and ass. Boss seemed pleasantly amused by her discomfort and enjoyed pulling up the edge of the shirt to expose more of her round behind to squeeze. He would even dip his fingers between her cheeks to lightly stroke her tight, puckered hole, making her whimper with arousal and awkwardness.Jaz still didn’t know exactly how she felt about being passed around by a group of men, but she felt there was nothing she could do since she had already agreed. Boss had reassured her earlier that no one would hurt her, and he was in charge, so he must be right, right? She couldn’t deny that the prospect was thrilling. Even to a good girl like Jazmyn, the idea of being a pampered sexual pet for half a dozen handsome men was intensely arousing but more than a little frightening.
It’s just sex and cleaning and cooking. How hard could it be?
Despite trying to convince herself, her confidence didn’t rise. But she pressed on bravely, feeling too deep to change her mind. Besides, she’d seem ridiculous trying to tell Boss that she wasn’t that kind of girl after already fucking him less than 24 hours after they first met! Resolving to do her best and try not to make a fool of herself, she let Boss lead her onward with his hand on her behind.He led her down and passed the bar, where Ash stood idly cleaning some glasses. He winked at her, noting her present attire. Those low-lidded blue eyes glittered with aroused mischief. She waved back shyly. Ash and Boss exchanged respectful nods but didn't stop to chat, both presently concerned with their own business.Jazmyn could feel Ash’s eyes on her exposed ass as she passed by.Boss brought her to a nondescript door at the far end of the bar. He pushed it open and ushered her inside. It was a large kitchen, not what one would call modern, but not entirely outdated either.Rustic, Jazmyn thought.The old wood-burning stove in the corner and the dark lacquered wooden countertops gave the room a log cabin-like appearance. The stylishly exposed ceiling beams, warm lighting, and copper accouterments made the room feel intentionally designed. It fitted the style of the house, and Jazmyn decided that she liked it.There was a large dining table in the center of the room with charmingly mismatched chairs stationed around it. Seated at the far end of the table facing the door was Tex, who did not look upon them entering. He had a laptop in front of him and a legal pad with a pen to the right. Occasionally, he would type something, then stop to glare at the screen before scribbling something down on the pad.“You’re late.” Tex’s gravelly voice intoned flatly, eyes fixed on his work.“Got a little carried away this morning, lost track of time.” Boss replied casually; the teasing note in his voice made Jaz’s face flush hot. Tex didn’t respond or acknowledge the innuendo at all.Boss let Jazmyn take in the area with wide eyes before touching her shoulder to get her attention.“As you can see, this here’s the kitchen, baby. You’ll be spending a lot of time here, so you should familiarize yourself with it.”Jazmyn nodded obediently but couldn’t help but glance at Tex. Will I be with him today? He doesn’t seem as friendly as the others…still better than Rome, though.Boss noticed her diverting attention and smiled patiently.“You remember our treasurer, Tex. Daddy’s got some work to do, so you’ll be with him for the day. He’ll be handling your training and teaching you your responsibilities.”Jazmyn nodded again, but internally, her unease only grew. Training?“It’s very important that you listen to him and do whatever he tells you when he tells you. Understand? Will you be a good girl for him today? Use your words.”“Yes, Daddy. I will.” Jazmyn said obediently, wanting nothing more than to please. Boss rewarded her with a paternal grin and a kiss on top of her head. He patted her on the ass and gently pushed her over to stand next to Tex’s chair. He gave her another sweet kiss and promised he’d be back later, then left Jaz and Tex alone in the kitchen.She waited a few minutes for him to address her, but Tex didn’t speak or even look in her direction. Jaz suddenly felt very insecure.
Am I just supposed to stand here? He hasn’t told me what to do yet. Is this some kind of test?
Jazmyn did her best to stand still and silently, but her nerves made her fidgety. She fiddled with her hands and shifted from foot to foot. She watched him work for a while, hoping the rhythmic clicking of the keyboard would distract her mind. He was plugging numbers into a spreadsheet, then writing down the result and short notes, but Jaz couldn’t understand it. Math was never her strong suit. The only numbers she could recognize were those of the little clock in the corner of the screen.
13:09
Using what little she knew of military time from her father, she figured that it was 1:09.
He’s been ignoring me for over 10 minutes!
At this point, her nerves gave way to frustration.
This is so stupid! How do I know what to do if he doesn’t tell me?
She couldn’t stand being ignored anymore and had to break the silence.“E-Excuse me, Tex—”“I didn’t tell you to speak.” The cold and dispassionate tone in his deep voice shut her up immediately.“That was lesson number one: speak when spoken to. And you failed.” He scratched something in the notebook and turned those aloof hazel eyes toward her.
So much for not making a fool of myself.
Jazmyn blanched, feeling like an idiot. Of course, he’d tell her what he wanted when he wanted it! That’s what Boss said, wasn’t it? If he wanted me to do something, he would have said that! Now he thinks I can’t even follow basic directions!His eyes pierced her, but she couldn’t meet his intense gaze. He was so…so…perfect. His dark hair was immaculately cut and styled, jaw clean-shaven. His posture was ramrod straight. His face was gorgeously chiseled, like it was carved out of marble. He looked like he belonged on a magazine cover or a movie screen. Perfect, perfect, perfect!He looked her up and down, assessing her bare legs and round, perky breasts under the thin shirt. She squirmed under his scrutiny and squeezed her thighs together, very aware of her naked pussy. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if he tells Boss I’m a lost cause? What if—Jazmyn’s anxious spiraling was interrupted by Tex tearing a piece of paper from the writing pad and sliding it over to her with the pencil.“Part of your responsibilities here will be cooking and cleaning for the club’s executive board. Your first task is making a grocery list of whatever you need to make dinner tonight, breakfast tomorrow, and housekeeping supplies you require.”Jaz froze, caught off guard by the mundane command. Somehow, she’d been expecting something more…sexual. She was embarrassed but wasn’t sure why. Maybe he doesn’t want me that way?Tex didn’t appreciate her hesitation and narrowed his eyes at her. Not wanting to disappoint him further, she quickly began writing down ingredients and supplies, deciding to go with relatively easy dishes that would hopefully impress them. She wasn’t sure how much she would need to feed six hungry adult men, so she erred on the side of caution, listing generous quantities. The cleaning supplies were easy, and Tex informed her they already had brooms, mops, a vacuum, etc.The list took up nearly the entire page, and her hand shook as she handed it to him. What if they don’t like it? Oh no! I forgot to ask about food allergies!Tex looked over the list with a hmm. Jaz didn’t know if that was good or bad. He hadn’t allowed her to speak yet, so she couldn’t ask the myriad of questions buzzing around her mind. He nodded once, seemingly in approval, and set the list aside.He closed his laptop and gathered his things, standing up from the table. Jazmyn suddenly felt very small.
Is everyone here a giant, or am I just hella short?
“Follow me.” He commanded and headed for the door Boss brought her through. Jaz hurried to keep up with his long-legged strides. They passed by Ash at the bar, and Tex slid him the grocery list. Ash gave a mock salute.She followed her new guardian past the stairs and down another hallway toward the back of the house. She marveled at the size of the place. Just when she thought she’d gotten a feel for the scale of the house, it kept going.He led her to a short hallway with doors along each side. Each door had a brass plaque with the titles of the executive members. Huh, I guess I didn’t expect bikers to have offices.They stopped at a door with a plaque reading "Treasurer." Tex unlocked the door, held it open for her, motioning her in.Tex’s office was…surprisingly lovely. Actually, it wasn’t surprising at all once Jazmyn thought about it. He was highly meticulous, just based on his grooming standards. Why should his workspace be any different?A large bay window on the far wall brightly illuminated the room. The walls were all dark wood paneling, and the floor was a deep green carpet. In front of the window sat Tex’s big dark desk, piled with neatly arranged stacks of papers and not a speck of dust to be seen. He had a sideboard with whiskey tumblers and a decanter along one wall beside a potted plant in the corner. Over the sideboard was a large cityscape painting of a place Jazmyn couldn’t identify. The opposite wall had floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with books, uniformly labeled binders, and small decorative pieces.Where Boss’s bedroom was utilitarian, Tex’s office was posh in form and function. It looked like something from an interior design magazine: Styling the Perfect Office for the Discerning and Sophisticated Bachelor 101.Everything here was purposely and artfully selected by Tex himself. Those critical hazel eyes likely inspected hundreds of objects for consideration, only allowing those that met his unknowable standards.Jazmyn shuffled her socked feet in discomfort, feeling like something that had just blown in from the street.“Stand here. Don’t touch anything.” Tex commanded from behind her. She nodded, but he didn’t seem interested in her consent. He left the room and shut the door behind him, leaving her alone in his office. She heard his evenly paced footsteps walk away from the door.Jaz shivered a bit, partly from the chilly room but mostly from apprehension. She was sure this was another test and was determined not to fail this time. She rubbed her arms a bit and pressed her thighs together. The chill pebbled her nipples under the thin cotton, and the draft on her nether regions was becoming distracting.The smell of the room was a tad dizzying. It smelled like him, cool and clean with whatever expensive cologne he wore, tinged with an undercurrent of cigar smoke. Jazmyn crossed her arms under her breasts and hugged herself for comfort. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass.Tex didn’t keep her waiting long, and she soon heard his even gait coming down the hall. She immediately straightened her posture and put her hands at her sides, taking a deep breath.He opened the door, hazel eyes meeting her brown ones. He stared at her for a moment, those eyes piercing into hers. She suddenly had the inexplicable feeling that she was caught doing something she shouldn’t have and quickly lowered her eyes. If he had any criticisms of her at that moment, he didn’t voice them. Instead, he closed the door, walked past her, and went to his desk. He was carrying something draped over his arm, which Jaz recognized as a garment bag.
New clothes? Do I have to wear a uniform? Boss said this was my training day…
He set the bundle on his desk and turned to face her. He looked her up and down, expression neutral, appraising her in the oversized T-shirt that barely covered her generous ass.“Strip.” He said, crossing his muscular arms over his chest and leaning back against the desk.Jazmyn was startled by the abrupt demand, but when it was clear that he would give her no further instructions, she shakily complied. She grasped the hem of the shirt with sweaty palms and pulled it up, revealing her naked body to this relative stranger. Her back arched, and her tits bounced as she pulled the garment over her head. She was now fully nude except for her socks, but a sharp look from him had her pulling them off, too.She shivered again, now having no barrier against the chill for whatever little warmth the shirt provided. She curled her little toes into the carpet fibers, trying not to fidget under his heavy gaze.He didn’t give her any new instructions, so she was forced to stand there under his scrutiny. She resisted the urge to cover herself, knowing it would not go well.Tex pushed off the desk languidly and stepped into her bubble. He towered over her, looking down at her petite form. He was so big and radiated so much heat that Jaz unconsciously leaned closer. All too quickly, he stepped away, making her whimper with disappointment.Jaz thought she saw a smirk pull at his mouth, but she couldn’t be sure. He began circling her slowly, giving himself a 360-degree view of her naked body. Her face heated, and she bit her lip to keep it from trembling. She felt like a cow being inspected for sale.He stopped behind her, close enough for her to feel that wonderful warmth again. He stepped closer, now his chest and stomach pressed against her back. Her breath hitched, and she curled her sweating hands into little fists. She turned her head to look at him.“Face forward.” He commanded in that sinful baritone.Her head snapped back into place. Behind her, she felt him move, and his hand brushed her neck. Her heart was thundering, feeling like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf. He caressed her neck and down over her narrow shoulders. His hand ran lightly down her arm before creeping across her soft stomach.He began firmly massaging the skin of her sides, skirting around the curve of her breasts. He ducked his head into her neck to breathe in the scent of her skin and sweet-smelling soap. He nuzzled her throat and behind her ear, making her giggle and flinch at the ticklish feeling. He smiled against her neck and softly kissed the smooth, dark skin.Tex brought up his other hand to rest on her hip, gently squeezing the plush flesh of her thighs and ass. The hand under her tits trailed up her cleavage and loosely grasped the base of her throat.Jaz didn’t know what to think. He seemed so stern moments ago, but now he was so gentle. Perhaps she misjudged him? Either way, his haughty demeanor, and apparent secret inner tenderness had her pussy dripping.She felt most of her earlier tension and apprehension melt away. She wanted to please him, if for no other reason than to keep feeling his amazing hands on her body.
So much for feminism.
-----For the first time in his life, Tex was unsure of himself. Even as a child, his teachers often described him as incredibly gifted and meticulous, smiling so obnoxiously wide that he hoped their faces would get stuck that way. But late at night, he could hear his parents’ hushed arguments.
His teacher called him a little dictator! She recommended military school!
He don’t need no damn military school! He’s just…strong-willed…
He almost put that boy in the hospital just because he wouldn’t give him a turn on the swing!
Well, maybe the little shit had it coming!
Roy!
…Sorry.
…The counselor said we should get him evaluated…for…a personality disorder…
My boy ain’t no damn psycho! He just needs guidance, not military school or whatever bullshit box they wanna stick him in just cause they don’t understand him! Look at Lucas. He’s fine! Wouldn’t they have the same thing?
That’s not fair, and you know it! Lucas is his own—
Tex stopped listening right around then. He didn’t know how it made him feel, but he knew he didn’t like it. That weekend, he’d gone to the library and checked out all the psychology books he found, reading everything he could on personality disorders, psychopathy, and sociopathy.He didn’t think any of these labels applied to him. He cared about his family, didn’t enjoy hurting people, and had friends. But the more he learned, the more he had to admit that some of it rang uncomfortably true. Tex didn’t know if he felt genuine love or a general possessiveness over people he claimed. He might not have gotten pleasure from harming others, but he could justify it if he believed they deserved it. Did he even have real friends, or did he just like people who obeyed him?Even if he didn’t claim any labels, he had to admit that some of it made sense. Denial is illogical.Whatever his true diagnosis was, he never found out. The following year, his father was killed in an explosion at the steel plant where he worked. A gas line on one of the furnaces had become disconnected, and the building went up in seconds. The company claimed no responsibility for the fatal blast, which left six workers dead and two dozen more critically injured.The corporation walked away from the incident mostly unscathed, with legal loopholes and insurance policies embedded everywhere. Rumors began to fly about the explosion being staged by the company itself. An investigation found that most of the workers killed or injured, including Tex’s father, had secret plans to unionize for better pay and work conditions.Up against a multi-million-dollar corporation, there was nothing the victims’ families could do except take the settlements they were offered in exchange for never trying to bring a lawsuit. The investigation was quietly closed, and the world moved on.The settlement afforded them some financial support but felt dirty and empty. They allowed a corporation to put a price on his father’s life. How much was a man’s life worth? How much did the bedtime stories, fishing trips, and bike rides tally up to at the end of the day?Tex didn’t know, but he knew that what they got would never be enough.After his father’s sudden death, his mother fell into a deep depression. She could barely take care of herself, let alone her sons. Their father had always told them to take good care of their mother when he was away, and Tex took it to heart. At 13, Tex declared himself the man of the house and began working odd jobs after school to contribute whatever money he could until he was old enough to get a real job.His father did his best to instill a sense of responsibility in his sons. A man works to support his household and take care of his woman. When y’all have families of your own one day, you’ll understand.And Tex did just that. While his brother was coping by getting shitfaced and high and disappearing for days, Tex kept food on the table and a roof over their heads. His mother came to rely on him heavily for emotional support until she learned to stand on her feet again. It was especially hard for her when he decided to join the Marines at 18. Lucas was already in and out of jail by then and entirely unreliable.Tex worried that his mother would slip back into depression while he was gone. He was pleasantly surprised when she started attending church again after his deployment. He was never religious himself, but he liked that his mother was at least getting out of the house and interacting with people. She learned to cope with her husband’s death and could mostly take care of herself, all things considered.In a way, he was grateful for his father’s death. It taught him responsibility and self-control and how to be a man. Deep down, he knew it was probably the only thing that saved him from the path he’d been on. He remembered the dark thoughts he had as a child, the urges, the hatred, the obsessions he never said out loud. If his father hadn’t died, he likely would have ended up much worse than Lucas. Much, much worse.Right now, clutching this vulnerable and naked little darling to his chest, he was inundated with thoughts of all the terrible things he could do with her, to her.Throughout his adult life, he’d experimented with far more enjoyable ways to assert his neurotic need for control and the general disdain he felt for the fairer sex. He didn’t have to hurt them, not permanently, as he may have once believed. He knew he was conventionally attractive. It wasn’t arrogance; it was a fact, as true as the sky was blue. This afforded him a lot of sway with women, who would get on their knees for any good-looking man that told them to. Fucking whores.But he was presently faced with a problem. The cute cunt in his arms didn’t exactly fit his mental framework of women. Slutty? Yes. Born to serve? Yes. Sniveling, crying, and whiny? Also, yes. Jaded and ran through? No…A natural predator like Tex could smell vulnerability from miles away. And sweet Jaz smelled heavenly. Her mental weakness made his cock throb. There was an innocence, a guilelessness, to Jazmyn’s sluttiness. She was so earnest in her need to please, make men happy, and be loved in return. Tex was surprised to find that he wanted to give her that. She clearly wasn’t the brightest girl in the world, too gullible for her own good, but he decided he liked that.
Sweet, slutty, stupid little Jazmyn.
Nothing was conniving or secretive about her. She didn’t know enough about men and their desires to use her sex appeal to her advantage. Her offering herself to them last night was clumsy at best, and he remembered how she cried when she thought she disappointed them. Those big, soft brown eyes glossy with glittering tears of shame and humiliation sent a jolt straight to his loins.He needed to see her cry again. Soon.But for now, he enjoyed the feeling of her diminutive frame in his arms, the smell of her hair, and the sweetness of her skin. She was so short but proportioned wonderfully, with tits and an ass to die for. He even enjoyed the small pudge around her middle, finding it endearing. She was like a little chocolate dumpling that existed only to be consumed, specifically by older white men, it seemed.Tex couldn’t say he’d ever preferred any particular skin color on a woman before, but something about Jaz’s smooth brown flesh under his large pale hands awakened a fire in him. A burning flame that wanted nothing more than to push and pull, grip and squeeze, claim and dominate.Tex wouldn’t consider himself anywhere close to a card-carrying racist, not like some people he knew. But something felt unbelievably right about owning this pretty black teenage girl, body and soul. She was reliant on them, reliant on him, for everything: food, shelter, affection, protection. Everything.
Like a pet.
Tex’s cock gave a responding jerk against Jazmyn’s lower back, making her gasp quietly. Boss had chosen him for the girl’s training, which he initially dreaded. But now, he was thankful for Boss’s foresight.He had initially objected to the idea of a kept woman when Boss had proposed it, only seeing it as a liability without enough potential reward for the risk. But the idea of a pet woman; now that, he was much more amenable to.He decided that he’d do what felt natural.Tex dropped his hands and stepped away from Jaz, admiring the smooth curve of her neck down to her back. He smirked when she shivered and whimpered at the loss of his body heat.He stepped around her, going back toward his desk.“Would you like something to wear, girl?” Tex unzipped the garment bag but kept the contents hidden.She nodded hesitantly, trying to peek around him to see what was in the bag. He snapped his fingers, and her eyes instantly returned to him. Very good.He suppressed a smirk and took out the items for Jazmyn to see. First was an utterly indecent French Maid’s dress made of black velvet and white lace. The skirt was absurdly short, ending around the top of the thigh on most women. Tex was sure it would look even shorter on Jaz with her thick thighs and deliciously fat ass propping it up.The dress had layers of built-in petticoats to give the skirt volume and make it stand out at the hip, creating a pleasing hourglass shape. The dress's bodice had puff sleeves and a low sweetheart neckline that would undoubtedly expose more of her breasts than it would cover. The dress was complete with a matching velvet choker, a white lace apron, an adorable frilly headband, and sheer black thigh-high stockings.Tex let Jaz stare open-mouthed at the risqué dress for a few seconds before speaking.“It’s my job to make you understand your place here. You serve us, girl. Whatever we tell you to do, you do. Your new uniform represents that. You’ll wear it unless one of us tells you otherwise. Understand?”She nodded hesitantly.He unzipped the dress from the hanger and motioned for Jazmyn to step into it. She complied obediently, looking nervous. He shimmied the smooth velvet up over her round hips and watched her pull the sleeves up, attempting to situate her tits in the low top.Tex noticed that she had a peculiar look, as if she was uncomfortable and desperately wanted to say something. She gnawed at her bottom lip and fidgeted with the neckline, unwilling to meet his eyes. He paid no mind to her discomfort, figuring she’d get over whatever was bothering her soon enough.He went to zip up the dress.It wouldn’t close.He tried again. And again. And again, until finally, Jaz spoke.“It…it doesn’t fit.” She whispered miserably, flinching like she expected to be struck for speaking without permission.Tex blinked and took a step back to assess the situation. She was right. The dress was probably a half-size too small in the waist. The flared skirt allowed for ample hip room, and the bust area was about right, but the dress nipped in just a tad too much for Jazmyn’s plush middle.The costume seemed designed for a woman with a classic hourglass body. Jazmyn was decidedly a bottom-heavy pear. Her waist was significantly narrower than her hips, and she certainly wasn’t overweight. It was just how she was proportioned.He thought back to the last time he’d used the dress, flipping through his mental catalog of sluts he’d dommed over the years.
Brittany, 26. Brunette. Measurements: 36-25-38. Ah, there’s the problem.
Little Jazmyn was several inches shorter than Brittany, and while their busts were comparable, Jaz had an extra 10 inches in the hips. Her waist was probably another five, give or take.A tiny sniffle interrupted his thoughts, and he looked down to see Jazmyn fighting back tears. She had shrunk in on herself, slumped in her shoulders, and hugged herself. Tex frowned and placed a hand under her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. What was the matter now?“What’s wrong?” He stared into her eyes for some hint as to her problem.Jaz cast her eyes off to the side and buttoned her lip, but he commanded that she look at him.“You will tell me what’s wrong, pet.” He put a firm edge in his voice that promised consequences if she wasn’t truthful with him.Her lip wobbled, and the tears she’d been trying to hold back finally fell. She sniffled dejectedly.“I-It doesn’t fit…I’m too fat…” She warbled out, obviously embarrassed.Tex blinked at her. Once. Then twice. Then his brows furrowed.Despite Jaz’s perpetual anxiety, for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to Tex that she might be insecure about anything. He couldn’t fathom why she’d put herself down about her body. She was tiny with the sexiest figure he’d ever seen on a woman. Vapid celebrity whores paid thousands to surgically recreate what Jazmyn had naturally, and yet, somehow, she thought she was fat.The dress not zipping hadn’t meant anything to him, a minor obstacle that could easily be worked around. But, for his darling pet, it meant a great deal more. This gave him a sour thought, and a theory formed in his mind.“Pet, has anyone ever told you that?”Jaz cringed but nodded. Tex’s nostrils flared with quiet fury, guessing the culprit but wanting his suspicions confirmed.“Who?” The simmering rage in his voice made her want to shrink further, but his hands on her body did not allow her to.“When I was younger, in high school…other girls would call me names…during gym a-and in the locker rooms…” She mumbled with such abject sadness that it tugged on Tex’s heart in a way he’d never felt before. He’d forgotten how cruel teenagers could be.He still got the sense she was holding something back from him.“Was that it?”She shook her head sadly.“N-no…Darrell would…make comments sometimes…” This caused another wave of fat tears to fall from her eyes.
There it was. That dickless bastard.
He sneered in disgust. If Tex weren’t already sure of it, he’d be utterly convinced that Jazmyn’s ex-boyfriend was the dumbest fucker on the planet. Darrell betrayed an innocent, loyal girl, but not before tearing down her fragile self-esteem, leaving her open to negative self-talk. Not only that, but Jazmyn’s fragility and naivety also left her susceptible to manipulation by bad men like himself.Tex hadn’t ever felt so protective over any woman besides his mother. It was unsettling to him, the sudden passion he felt for this girl he’d only met yesterday.While he liked her docility and weakness, he did not like her feeling bad about her appearance. She was beautiful in every way. Soft, sweet, and pliable, his darling little kitten.He intended to drill that into her head by any means necessary.Tex grabbed both sides of her face, holding her head firmly and making her look into his eyes. He swiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, momentarily ignoring the throbbing of his cock upon seeing her beautiful, sad eyes.“I never want to hear you put yourself down again, you understand? You are perfect, and I’ll cane your ass for however long I have to until you realize that.”His girl nodded and sniffled but still looked unconvinced. It would take more than just some compliments and threats to undo years of self-doubt. Tex wracked his brain for a solution. She would surely see it as a rejection if he took the dress away now. Besides, he was committed to seeing her in that costume, whatever the cost.Tex was suddenly struck with an idea, one that she might find awkward but would be immensely pleasurable for him.“Wait.” He suddenly pulled away from her and left the room, going to look for an old toy.----Jazmyn was left standing there naked, confused, and sad. This, naturally, caused her to overthink her way into a mental pit of depression. The maid’s dress…
Why did he even have that? Who did it belong to? Who had worn it before me?
She could tell from the moment he held it up that it wouldn’t fit, but she didn’t know how to tell him, so she kept silent until the inevitable happened: the dress didn’t close.Judging by the size of the dress, she would have guessed that Tex liked his women thin. She supposed it made sense for his personality; a man like that would love the idea of a beautiful, scantily dressed woman at his beck and call. The French maid was a popular enough fantasy for many men with power fetishes.But she didn’t understand why he tried to fit her into that fantasy. She obviously didn’t fit the look; the dress not zipping should have been evidence enough. Jaz cringed with embarrassment. She clearly wasn’t his usual type, despite his reassurances.When she imagined the archetypal French maid, she pictured someone more statuesque: a brunette or a blonde with big breasts, pale skin, and mile-long legs. This imaginary perfect woman would have a body like a Playboy model and an exotic accent, with an aesthetically pleasing beauty mark on her cheek or decolletage.
No one would imagine short, chubby little Jazmyn.
She could instantly recall every time Darrell made passing comments about her weight, implying that she was overeating or getting thicker around the middle than he’d prefer. Once, on a dinner date, he’d boldly told the waiter to ignore her previous order, saying she’d have a salad and water instead of the seafood risotto. She’d been humiliated but didn’t want to cause a scene, so she picked at her salad in silent misery for the rest of the night.And the cruelty of high school girls was not to be underestimated. Jaz had the misfortune of attending school during the glory days of Aéropostale and Hollister. The ultra-skinny craze took a long while to die in her town, and she was frequently subjected to mocking and insults from popular girls. One of their favorite things was mooing at her when she changed into her gym uniform, earning her the unoriginal nickname, The Cow.Nana’s snide and critical comments never helped matters either. You could stand to lose a little, honey, she’d say.The bullying had taken her down a dark path of extreme dieting and exercise in a desperate bid to fit in. Despite her efforts, she was never able to make her ass or thighs any smaller. It took her parents holding an intervention during her senior year to bring it to an end, fearing for their daughter’s health.She made a lot of progress, becoming more comfortable with her body after realizing how much men liked fat-bottomed girls. But at this moment, she thought she risked regression. She couldn’t understand these gorgeous men wanting anything to do with her frumpy little self.Jazmyn wrapped her arms around herself, letting the too-small dress pool around her bare feet.Tex returned just then, interrupting her little pity party. He was carrying something again, another bundle of black fabric, this time smaller and tied up with satin strings. He frowned at the dress on the floor, and Jazmyn quickly snatched it up, smoothing it out, hoping not to incur his wrath.He stepped forward, taking the dress from her hands and laying it on the desk. He looked at her for a long minute, still concealing this new item he’d brought.“I’m going to try something with you, pet. It might be uncomfortable for you, but it will greatly please me.” He brushed a curl away from her face and put a hand under her chin.Jazmyn chewed her lip but remained still, recognizing that she hadn’t been asked a question, and he probably didn’t require a response. Uncomfortable? She couldn’t imagine what he was planning but felt a rising thrill, still highly aware of her nudity.Tex unwound the laces from the bundle and held up the item composed of fabric and steel boning.“Have you ever worn a corset before?”Jazmyn’s eyes went wide, and she shook her head, trepidation growing. All she could think about were historical horror stories of women suffocating from extremely tight corseting. Claustrophobia had never been a problem for her before, and she hoped she wouldn’t start hyperventilating.The corset wasn’t intimidating by itself, with its silky black satin, matching lace trim, and long laces. It was very dainty and elegant looking, and she wasn’t as afraid of it as she thought she should be.“Turn around and put your hands on the desk, girl.” His tone made it clear that argument or hesitation would not be tolerated. So, Jaz did as she was bid, leaning over the desk, palms down on the dark wood.She heard him shuffling behind her and felt him place a hand on her exposed ass. Her pussy and ass were practically on display for him, and Jaz’s breath deepened, her arousal growing.Tex looped the satin garment around her waist and fastened the steel hooks and pins along the front. He situated the loosened corset over her hips and bust and ran a comforting hand down her side before taking hold of the laces at her back.“Relax and breathe from your chest.” He instructed softly and began to pull.The sharp yank Jazmyn was expecting from seeing corsets on television didn’t come. Instead, Tex gradually and methodically tightened the laces, alternating between pulling the top and the bottom, ensuring an even distribution of tension across her bust and hips.Jaz kept her breathing steady but couldn’t help pushing her back a little when she felt his impressive erection on her ass cheek. His breathing deepened, and he chuckled lowly. He seemed to enjoy lacing her up, getting some erotic thrill from it.“So sweet…so small...” He muttered, tightening further. He pressed his crotch firmly against her ass and started slowly rocking back and forth. He’d push forward, and she'd push back. They slowly rocked together, simulating a sensual lovemaking.Jazmyn gasped softly, feeling the infectious eroticism of the corset. It was tight, to be sure, but not painfully so. It felt like a very firm hug or one of those weighted blankets her grief counselor recommended to combat anxiety. Come to think of it, she did feel calmer.
What are those vests you put on a dog that’s scared of thunderstorms? This must be the human equivalent of that.
The corset forced her to straighten her back and regulate her breathing as she could no longer extend her belly. Only her chest could rise and fall delicately, creating a pleasing swell of her pushed-up tits.For Tex’s part, he was exceedingly gentle as his masterful hands laced her in. Jazmyn was confident he’d done this many times before. She didn’t know if she should be jealous of that thought, but she was grateful for his expertise and experience in things she was ignorant of.So much about Tex just made sense to her. To a control freak, what could be more sexually arousing than literally molding a woman’s body to one’s preferences? He was like an artist or a woodworker, shaping her, sanding her down, smoothing her out until she fit his mental image of perfect femininity.He leaned over her back, still pushing against her with the motions of a delicious slow fucking. He pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder and bit the skin there, making her shiver and moan. He sucked marks into her neck, dragging his warm tongue over her hot, sensitized skin.Tex murmured sweet and filthy things into her ear and neck, his voice deep and low.“Beautiful girl…so good for me. You want to be pretty for me, don’t you, kitten? Speak.”“Yes…yes, Tex—Ah!” He cut her off with a sharp slap to her hip.“Master. I am your Master, and you’re my pet. You’re a pretty, dumb little woman meant to serve and please me.”“Ah, y-yes Master! I’m s-sorry!” Jaz moaned. Her brain was swimming with arousal. All she could focus on was the hardness of his body and the tightness of the corset, which she found very enjoyable.Her cunt was dripping now, and if she could think, she’d be worried about staining the front of his jeans where his clothed cock pressed against her.He groaned lowly against the back of her neck, pressing more kisses to her spine and shoulder.“Say it, slut. Tell Master what you are.” He whispered, breath hot in her ear.Jazmyn’s knees nearly buckled then and there. Her clit was stiff, and she longed for any stimulation on her tender pink bud.
He wants me to degrade myself for him? Well, in for a penny…
“I-I’m your whore, Master! I’m your pretty pet slut! I live to worship you!” Jazmyn gasped out, face burning with humiliation and excitement. She’d attempted to follow his lead, hoping she’d said the right thing.The groan and tightening of his fingers on her hip told her she’d done fine.“Oh, you stupid black whore…only good for servicing white cock…” Tex groaned in her ear and grinding his long hard-on against her ass.
Oh, so that’s how he likes to play…
He stepped back and yanked her up by her arm, turning her to face him. In the haze of her horniness, she hadn’t noticed that he’d long since finished lacing the corset.Tex stared down at her scantily clad body, eyes dark and pupils wide. She looked down at herself, trying to see what he saw.The little half-cups holding her tits pushed them up and together, though they barely covered her nipples. Her waist was smaller than she thought it had ever been, but maybe it was part of the illusion created by the corset as it smoothed the lines of her middle before flaring out over her wide hips.She thought she would feel like an overstuffed sausage, but instead, she felt oddly empowered and incredibly feminine. Jaz decided to be a little bold.“D-Do I please you, Master?” She put a flirtatious whine in her voice, wanting to tease him a bit.His hand shot out and gripped her jaw, squishing her round cheeks, making her gasp in surprise and a little pain.“You’ll speak when spoken to, slut. But, yes, you do please me…” He ran a hand down the satin encasing her sides, squeezing her cinched waist.He then made sure she was comfortable in the corset, dutifully testing the tension with a finger between the taught satin and her skin. He asked about any pain or numbness, and she shook her head to the negative, with which he was satisfied.He grabbed the discarded dress from the desk and told her to raise her arms. She complied, and he slipped the frilly velvet over her head. This time, he had no trouble zipping her up.The dress was even shorter than she had anticipated. The bottom curve of her ass cheeks was exposed with every movement, and it just barely covered her wet, bald little pussy. Jaz blushed when she realized that she still would not be permitted to wear underwear. Easy access…Tex quickly added the costume’s accessories, fixing the thin choker around her slender throat and tying the apron. He let her pin the headband in place while he rolled the silken stockings up her legs, attaching them to the garter tabs on the bottom hem of the corset.There was no mirror in his office, but Jazmyn imagined that she looked like something out of an old porn magazine.“Fucking gorgeous…” Her Master ran his hands hungrily down her legs but frowned when he got to her feet.“Do you have heels, kitten?”She nodded.“Go put them on. And do your makeup too, something you think I’ll like. You have 15 minutes. Do not keep me waiting.”Jaz nodded rapidly and hurried from the room, breasts threatening to pop out the top with every step. She found the stairs and made her way to Boss’s bedroom from there, ever conscious of the ticking timer in her head.Luckily, his door was unlocked, and she found her bag, which she’d left on the chair. She grabbed the stilettoes she’d worn to the wedding and quickly slipped them on. She swiped her makeup bag and went to Boss’s bathroom, estimating she had about 10 minutes to do her face if she wanted to return to Tex’s office in time.Accustomed to doing fast makeup looks as a chronically late college student, she knew all the quick and dirty tricks to make it appear that she’d put more effort into her face than she had.She started with a bit of blush, then a shimmery eyeshadow she could easily apply with her fingertip. Next, some mascara. She added a deep red lipstick, thinking it fit the French maid theme. Fueled by her earlier imagining of Tex’s ideal woman, she even dotted a small beauty mark on her cheek with eyeliner.Jaz couldn’t resist admiring her reflection in the bathroom mirror momentarily. Her makeup was sultry, and the dress hugged her every curve. The flare of the skirt paired with the corset gave her an almost cartoonish hourglass figure. The stockings were a little tight, causing some of her thigh meat to bulge enticingly out the top.
Too bad I don’t have red hair, I could give Jessica Rabbit a run for her money.
She fluffed her curls, threw on a pair of stud earrings to complete the look, and bounced back downstairs, hoping not to break an ankle on the way down.She stumbled back into Tex’s office, slightly out of breath but with a few seconds to spare. He was leaning against the desk, scrolling through his phone, a picture of masculine repose. The shirt she’d previously been wearing and the garment bag had disappeared, leaving the office an image of perfection.Tex looked her up and down and hummed approvingly.“Perfect, pet. Now, pour me a drink. Four ice cubes. One-third of the glass.” He inclined his head toward the sideboard with the decanter.Jaz nodded and padded over to the sideboard. Her hands shook a little while pouring the whiskey, but she managed not to spill it. She gingerly went back to him and offered him the glass. Tex didn’t take it; he kept his arms crossed and stared at her coolly.She looked down at the glass and then back to his face in confusion, unsure what she was doing wrong.“Is this how a loving pet would properly give something to her Master?” His tone was flat and made it clear that she’d fucked up somewhere.She shook her head hesitantly, but he corrected her immediately.“When I ask you a question, pet, you will respond with ‘yes, Master,’ or ‘no, Master.’”He repeated the previous question, and she mumbled a soft no, Master.He made an unimpressed sound that made Jazmyn’s chest constrict. She couldn’t stand the thought of having disappointed him. Master pushed off the desk and stood in front of her.“Get on your knees and offer it to me correctly. Both hands, palms up.”Jaz gracelessly sank to the floor and balanced the cold glass on her upturned palms. She never imagined that she could be so turned on by having an older man degrade her like this, but the desperate drip of her cunt was undeniable.Not having to think or worry about anything except a man’s pleasure felt like the strangest weight off her shoulders. She wasn’t focused on school, her mother’s health, or all the losses she’d suffered in her short life. Her thoughts were limited to cocks and cunts, orders and obeying, masculine strength and feminine weakness.She tried to make herself look coquettish and coy, parting her full lips in a slight pout and looking up at him from under thick eyelashes. She wanted to be everything he wanted. His pretty kitten…“Good girl.”Even that small praise sent shockwaves to Jazmyn’s pussy, which clenched down on the words as if she could feel them inside her. Her nipples were diamond-hard, and her clit was throbbing. A slick runnel of juice dripped from her pink love button.Master pocketed his phone and casually took the proffered glass. He sipped the amber liquid, assessing her prone form with dark eyes. Jaz sensed he was trying to keep calm, and his blood was running just as hot as hers.He stepped away from the desk and circled her.“You’re afraid of failure, aren’t you, pet.”It wasn’t a question; he said it like a God-given fact. But she still answered him.“Y-Yes, Master.”“Hmm. Why?”
Why? Why? Because I’ve been a failure my whole life? Because all I ever do is make a fool of myself?
“I-I don’t know, Master.” She averted her eyes.“Lie to me again, and I’ll put you over my knee and make you regret it.” His casual threat made her head jerk and her pussy tremble with fear and arousal.
Am I getting wet from this white man threatening to spank me? I can never show my face at the Black Student Association ever again!
“I-I’m sorry, Master! Please don’t! I want to do good and make people proud of me, but I always mess things up…” Jaz’s voice trailed off to a whisper, feeling stupid and small.“I see. And who gave you permission to judge yourself?”That question made her pause. She didn’t know what to say, but he still expected an answer.“Uh, I-I don’t know, Master…no-no one, Master…”“And yet you criticize yourself and put yourself down.”Jaz couldn’t figure out an adequate response, but luckily, her Master continued before she could speak.“Are you not the property of the Saints and Raiders?”“Of course I am, Master…” Her nerves continued to fray. She’d do anything for him to end this torture.He watched her for a moment, idly sipping his chilled whiskey in silence. Her anxieties kept mounting under his scrutiny, and she unconsciously held her breath, awaiting his pleasure. She nearly gasped in relief when he spoke again.“Pull your shoulders back. Spread your legs. Wider. Wider. Sit back on your heels, hands on your knees, palms up. Keep your head straight, eyes down.”Jazmyn was puzzled by the sudden change in topic but complied with every direction. The floofy skirt billowed in her lap, barely concealing her exposed nethers.Master walked around her in a half-circle, but she kept her gaze low, focusing on his immaculate shoes.
I wonder what size he wears. His shoes are enormous!
“This is position one. When you hear “position one,” you will immediately drop and assume this pose.”“Yes, Master.”Tex crouched behind her and leaned close to whisper in her ear, the whiskey tumbler dangling negligently from his fingers.“You belong to the club now, girl. That means you have no right to degrade yourself unless we tell you. You will never talk badly about yourself again. Do I make myself clear?”“Y-Yes, Master.” His warm breath on her ear made her shiver.“Good. Drink.” He pressed the glass to her lips and forced the whiskey into her mouth. She sputtered and took a quick gulp of the cold yet fiery liquid, desperate not to choke.Being under 21 and very much a good girl, Jaz had never drunk more than a few cheeky sips of punch at a party. She was entirely unaccustomed to drinking hard liquor and was somewhat worried about getting drunk, especially considering that she hadn’t eaten since yesterday. She was starting to get a bit hungry, actually…However, something told her that her concerns would be unwelcome, so she kept her mouth shut.Master didn’t seem to be trying to get her drunk, though, and he pulled back the glass after that one sip. She coughed at the unfamiliar burn of her throat, though the ice did much to help. A rivulet of amber liquor dripped from her chin. Master licked up the drip, tracing the stream to the corner of her mouth, kissing there tenderly.“Such a good girl…” He stood back up and held up the tumbler to admire her red lipstick mark on the edge of the glass. His eyelids lowered fractionally, and he looked momentarily lost in thought.The corner of his mouth quirked, and then he returned his attention to her.“Crawl to the bookcase, then crawl back.”Jaz hastened to comply with the odd request, trusting him implicitly. She crawled on her hands and knees toward the bookshelves on the other side of the room, acutely aware of Master’s eyes on her jiggling and switching ass cheeks.
This must be the training they were talking about.
She nearly reached the bookcase when a new command came.“Position one.”Jazmyn hesitated a second, processing the directive before clumsily putting herself into the proper pose. She prayed Master didn’t notice, but of course he did.“Too slow. Do it again.”She did as she was told and made sure to stop and assume the pose immediately when he told her. Tex had her do this a few more times, crawling on her knees back and forth across the room, eyes never leaving her swaying ass, until he was satisfied with her speed.On the final time, he told her to stop, letting her sit there as he topped up his drink. She watched his shiny shoes walk around her and go behind the desk. He snapped his fingers, her eyes snapping up in response.Master pointed to the floor next to his chair. Jazmyn knew by now what he wanted without having to say anything, so she crawled to the spot and assumed position one.He petted her hair, and Jaz shivered, needing his approval so badly it verged on pain. The coiling heat between her hips was nearly constant now, and her mind was fuzzy at the edges. She couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or her persistent arousal, but she felt floaty, almost dreamlike, all of her thoughts consumed by him.Tex sat down in his big leather chair and began working on his laptop, intermittently sipping his whiskey. Occasionally, he would reach down to absentmindedly pet her hair or stroke her face like a dog. Jazmyn leaned into his touch, nuzzling his large, warm hand, kissing his fingers when they traced the edge of her mouth.She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt such contentment, such peace. She felt guilty, escaping into this fantasyland of men and leather and sex while the world’s real problems raged outside. But when was the last time she got to do anything for herself? She was always taking care of other people, wasn’t she? Was it so wrong to be selfish and enjoy herself just this once?She knew she’d return to the real world soon, and it would be exactly how she left it: overwhelming, scary, and confusing. Jaz resolved to indulge herself however long this dream lasted, promising to keep the memories with her forever.Tex must have noticed her ruminating and decided to bring her thoughts back to the present.“Kitten, are you bored?” His sidelong glance told her she must have been distracted for a while.“Oh! No, Master…”“Do you want something to do?”The question made her flounder a bit, and she tried to come up with a response he would like.“I…I want to do whatever Master wants me to do…whatever he tells me to.”This garnered a small smile from Tex, and Jazmyn thought she’d won the lottery.“Such a good pet, aren’t you?”Jaz couldn’t help the dopey smile that spread across her face.“Silly girl…” He muttered fondly, and Jazmyn squirmed with pleasure.“I’ve got a task for you. Hold my glass.”Jazmyn nodded and held up her palms, ever eager to please.“No, stupid girl. Not like that.” The easy tone with which he degraded and insulted her intelligence sent shameful waves of heat through her cunt.“Put your face on the floor, palms down. Ass up, spread your legs. This is position two.”Jaz did as instructed, face warming at the undignified position. Naturally, gravity sought to compound her embarrassment by making the dress pool around her middle, leaving her generous posterior and tender cunt bared to the elements.The cool air of the room tickled on her wet pussy lips, which now flowered open obscenely, revealing the inner candy-pink flesh of her soft snatch.She heard him sigh and curse low, biting her lip when he placed his big warm hand on her ass. He palmed and groped her ass cheeks, jiggling each meaty globe. He smacked it lightly, enjoying the way it bounced.Tex dipped his fingers between her legs, dragging them between her soaked pussy lips and teasing her clit. Jazmyn moaned, arching into his hand. He traced his wet fingers up over the tight pucker of her asshole, massaging it firmly and pressing in slightly, making her whimper at the intrusion.She’d never had anything inside her ass before! She’d heard of anal sex but was never able to understand what made it pleasurable. Now, she understood the hype.It felt full and invasive and made her inner church girl blush at the indecency, but it didn’t feel bad. Strange, definitely, but not bad. Just the idea that she had someone’s finger in her forbidden hole made her flush with pleasurable shame. Jaz whimpered again and wiggled her hips against the foreign invader. She didn’t know whether she wanted it out or deeper. Her mind was all fluff and dopamine haze.“Oh, you filthy fucking whore, you want it up your ass, don’t you?” Master ground out between gritted teeth. Jaz could only whine out a plaintive Master…Abruptly, his hand disappeared, and Jazmyn could have cried. He shushed her and commanded her to be still.Then, he placed something cold on top of her upturned ass. Jaz gasped sharply at the cold and flinched, but a harsh word from Tex made her settle.“You’re going to hold my whiskey just like this. I don’t want to hear a sound from you. If you spill it, I’ll beat your ass black and blue.” His cruel tone had her whimpering with fear. Then, as easily as he’d just commented on the weather, Tex returned to his work and promptly ignored her.The ice-cold glass on her sensitive bare skin made her toes curl in the heels. Jaz did her best to relax and distract her mind, desperately trying not to squirm. The glass was so cold it was starting to hurt! She bit her lip hard, and tears formed in her eyes.
This is torture! How long do I have to stay like this?
Every passing second felt like an eternity. Her only saving grace was that her butt started to go numb. To distract herself, she tried to think about what she looked like from Tex’s perspective. Having a prone young woman in a provocative costume face-down, ass-up on one’s floor probably did wonders for productivity, especially for a man like Tex, who thrived on domination. She wondered if he was hard right now and if he was sneaking glances at her exposed ass and pussy in between typing on his computer. Was his self-control steadily fraying at the edges like hers was? Was this just as torturous for him as it was for her?Imagining his reactions allowed her to separate somewhat from her body, thinking of the pain as an abstract thing. Thinking about how she must have looked, she could objectively understand why he picked this method of torture. She was the picture of sexual subservience, a woman reduced to nothing more than an object, a piece of fuckable furniture ready to be used at any time.It was actually starting to renew her arousal. It was almost becoming bearable.
Until the ice started to melt.
The first chilling droplet of condensation that dripped down her crack and over her sensitive pucker had her almost bucking her hips. She must have been fidgeting too much for Tex’s liking because she heard him stop typing. Jazmyn tried to school herself as best as she could, toes and fingers flexing.She tried her best to hold still. She really did! But that icy cold wetness wouldn’t relent, and the glass became slippery on her skin. It started to slide to one side, and Jaz shifted her hips just a little, hoping to balance it out, but—
Clatter!
The whiskey tumbler tumbled right off her upturned ass and into the carpet, spilling ice and liquor in a small puddle. Jaz let out a surprised yelp and tried to turn around to look at the mess.In an instant, there was a huge, heavy hand gripping the back of her neck painfully.“What did I tell you?” Tex ground out between clenched teeth.Jazmyn tried desperately to plead her case but was silenced by his order to shut up. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she felt genuine fear. She didn’t know what to do, only that she had to appease this much larger man if she wanted to remain uninjured.That thought gave her pause. She hadn’t ever considered that Tex would seriously injure her, and she mostly believed that he wouldn’t. However, his furious tone left room for doubt.She couldn’t ponder for long as the hand on her neck tangled in her soft curls. Master grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back, pulling her as if she were on a leash and forcing her to turn around.He brought her face to face with the spilled glass.“See what you did? Bad girl!”Tex shoved her head down to rub her face in the damp puddle, nearly abrading her delicate nose on the carpet. It reminded Jazmyn of how pet trainers punished dogs for messing in the house: they rub their noses in it.Jazmyn’s shame was overwhelming, and tears flowed freely down her face. She’d do anything to make him stop. She was sorry! She was so sorry!“Clean it up,” Tex ordered but didn’t let her up. It took her sadness and arousal-addled brain a minute to figure out what he wanted from her.Trembling, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick the whiskey-stained carpet. The hand in her hair tightened.“I’m losing my patience…”Jazmyn shook with fear and whimpered through her tears but dutifully began sucking and licking faster, trying to vacuum every drop of whiskey from the carpet fibers with just her mouth. She felt incredibly humiliated, but she couldn’t be angry at Tex. He’d given her a task, and she failed.
She had no one to blame but herself.
His hand left her hair. Behind her, she heard the metallic clinking of a belt buckle. Her fear ratcheted up several degrees. He really was going to beat her!“Since this is your first time, I’ll go easy on you. I think 10 is a good number. You’re going to count out each one.”Part of Jazmyn wanted to protest, feeling like this had gone way too far. But her mouth wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, she nodded miserably, terrified of what would happen but feeling too helpless to stop it.
Smack!
The belt came down fast without warning on her right ass cheek, making her scream. She didn’t have time to brace herself, and the shock made it worse. Her ass stung, and her hips jerked from the blow. Fresh tears sprung to her eyes.“Stay still, or I’ll hit harder. Don’t forget to count, or it's an extra lash.”“O-one!” Jaz sputtered out through her tears.She did her best to calm herself, not wanting to find out how much harder he could hit. She sniveled and shook but knew better than to move from her spot.
Smack!
She was more prepared for the next lash, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.“T-t-two!”
Smack
“T-three!”Tex continued whipping her ass like this until she’d reached 10. By the time he was done, Jazmyn was a sniveling, snotty, sobbing mess. Her butt and thighs were on fire. For the first time since her arrival at the Saints & Raiders headquarters, she was seriously questioning her decision to stay.She was raw, not just her ass, but something in her chest. Jaz felt smaller and weaker than she ever had. Her shoulders trembled with coughing, hiccupping sobs as she curled in on herself.The explicit sexual domination by these men felt good before, thrilling in a way nothing else ever had. But this…this just hurt!Jaz did the only thing she knew how to do when faced with pain: she retreated inward, slipping away into the comforting recesses of her mind.Behind her, but as if far away, she heard a soft, “Kitten?”
But everything had already gone dark.