The Way I Like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, #5) (13 page)

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he way he demanded her obedience aroused her even more. She obeyed right away, not because she was afraid, but because she anticipated all of this. Totally nude, with nothing hidden from Striker, Elena let the situation claim her, let the pleasure and pain he’d given her thus far consume her. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t worrying about her life, or what might or might not happen. She was only thinking about right here and now.

“Go to the wall. Hand flat on it, and pop that ass out.”

Elena breathed hard, but did as he said. Once in position, she didn’t dare look over her shoulder to see what he was doing, even though she wanted to. Resting her head on the cool wall, she closed her eyes and waited for more. The wall beneath her sweaty palms was smooth and cold, and she curled her nails deeper into it. Despite the way her body flushed, and heat rose to the surface of her skin, Elena felt chilled, her skin prickling. And then she sensed Striker move up behind her, could feel his body heat, and everything in her became even wetter, more ready for this, for him.

He ran his finger up the back of her thigh, and she closed her eyes, savoring the feel, letting his dominance in that simple touch claim her. But when she felt his mouth on her lower spine, his tongue moving back and forth, she opened her eyes. Striker started dragging his teeth along the sensitive parts of her, over her ass cheeks, adding that sensitivity, that arousal. A gasp left her as he smoothed his tongue over the sting his teeth caused. The feel of his hands creeping up her inner legs, closer and closer to the spot on her body that ached for his touch, that was soaking wet, had everything around her becoming hazy.

She could feel his warm, humid breath on her skin, on the most intimate parts of her. The sharp sting of his palm landing on her bare ass cheek had her gasping and biting her lip, wanting more, needing it. The spot where he’d struck was warm as the blood rushed to the surface. Adrenaline and endorphins moved through her bloodstream, leaving her excited for more, ready to take this all the way.

He spanked her again, and another wave of endorphins filled her.

“Oh,” the one word came out on a sigh. Her fingernails scraped against the wall, and the sound of her heart beating filled her ears. And then Striker’s hot, wet mouth was latched onto her pussy. He spread her ass cheeks apart, devoured her between her highs, and she knew she’d come from this alone.

His tongue, slightly rough, tormented her in great sweeping waves, moving up and down as if he were licking a lollipop. And his hands, God, his hands were smooth, but demanding as he gripped the cheeks of her bottom.

Curling his fingers around her hipbones, he pulled her back, forcing her more firmly onto his assaulting mouth, and fucked her in a way she wished he were doing with his dick.

“So sweet, Elena,” he groaned against her flesh. “You’re mine. Mine.” The rough growl of his words sent a spear of pleasure straight to her clit and had the little bud engorging further.

He pulled away and ran his finger along her slick folds, thrusting one of his long, thick fingers into her pussy, slowly but powerfully. Her pussy clamped down on him, the muscles drawing him in, sucking at him as if it were telling him without words it wanted his cock.

Fucking her pussy in slow and steady thrusts with his finger, he used his other hand to smooth over the mound of her ass and give one cheek a squeeze. It was painful, but then he’d smooth that hurt away and cause pleasure to rise in her all over again.

Smack!

He delivered the blow at the same time he thrust his finger deep inside of her.

Smack!

Another spank and she was on the precipice of coming
.

“All mine, Elena. This pussy, your tits, fuck, everything about you is mine. No one else will have you.”

She moaned her approval at his words.

He smacked her ass again at the same time he removed his finger and latched his mouth over her slit. He took one hand and moved it in front of her, placing it right over her abdomen. He held her in place as he licked and sucked at her. He placed his other hand on her lower back and used the motion to push her forward so her ass was even more popped out, her pussy pushed deeper into his waiting mouth.

And then with one more long sweep of his tongue on her cleft, he rose above her. His chest covered her back, and she felt his bare skin on hers, slicked with sweat. Both of them were naked, and she couldn’t think, couldn’t form words even if she’d wanted to. She closed her eyes and breathed out at the feel of him. The heavy length of his hard cock slid against her slick cleft, her pussy lips framing the massive length. He thrust against her, and the tip of his shaft rubbed her clit.

His harsh breathing had tendrils of hair tickling her face. “I could devour you and it still wouldn’t be enough, Elena.” His words, whispered low and husky, slid across the side of her face, igniting her. “Tell me you want that, want me to claim every part of you.”

“I want that,” she said without hesitation.

The hand that spanned her belly slid up her ribcage and covered a breast. His forefinger and thumb found her sensitive nipple and started tweaking it. Pulling the tissue away from her body at the same time he rolled it between his fingers, and Elena found herself biting her lip to hold in her moan. The taste of blood hit her tongue, and it was then she realized she had bitten her bottom lip, broken the skin because her body was so alit with desire she couldn’t even help herself. It was pleasure mixed with pain.

“This pussy is mine,” he stated harshly and slapped her pussy with his open palm.

“Ah,” she cried out.

“This pussy is all mine.” He slapped her pussy three more times, causing blood to rush to the surface, making her needy for more, but wanting to beg him to stop all at the same time.

He applied more pressure to her aching nipple and then curled his hips forward, bumping her clit once again with the root of his erection. Her entire body started to shake.

Smack!

He slapped her pussy again until a little tremor of climax stated to rise. But before it could wash through her, he suddenly pulled away and she was left feeling bereft, chilled, and so disappointed. Resting her head on the wall in front of her, she didn’t have time to ask why he’d stopped because his hand was back on her ass, smoothing over the globe.

“No coming, baby. You get off when I give you permission.”

She licked her lips.

“Tell me you understand.”

She breathed out and nodded. “I understand, Sir.” And then he was turning her around and lifting her into his arms.

“I’m not going to fuck you against a wall. For this first time, for your first time, you’ll be in my bed.”

When she looked into his eyes, the intensity, the determination to have her, made everything else disappear.

“I’m going to have every part of you ten times over, baby, and it will never be enough,” he growled the words out. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll know who you truly belong to.”

E
lena tasted so fucking sweet, and the fact she was a virgin just meant Striker wanted her a hell of a lot more. No one else could give her what she wanted, only he could. He was determined by the end of the night to make her as addicted to his touch as he was to hers. By the end of the night, he was going to make it impossible for her to leave him.

Striker knew he was being an evil fucker, but he didn’t care. All of his life he’d been looking for a woman like Elena, and now that he’d found her, he wasn’t going to let her go. Her submissiveness called to him, making him want not only to care for her, but also to provide her with the rules and boundaries she needed to thrive. She would thrive in his care and love.

“If at any time you want me to stop, you say the word, and I will stop.”

“I’m not going to ask you to stop, Striker. This is what I want. I want to belong to you.”

“You’ve got to make your decision tonight.”

“I will.”

He saw in her eyes that she had already made her decision. Striker was going to make sure she didn’t regret it. Kicking open his door, he carried her over to the bed and laid her down in the center.

“I’m going to tie you to the bed. Give me your hand.”

She didn’t hesitate, giving him her hand, and he wrapped the silk bind around her wrist. He made sure that while it wasn’t too tight, she couldn’t get free and moved to the other side of the bed.

“Do you tie all of your women here?” she asked.

“I don’t bring women back here, baby.” He bound her other wrist to the bed and climbed on the bed. Striker spread her thighs open and settled between them. Her pussy was wide open and ready for the taking even though he didn’t look at her. “You’re the only one I’ve had in this bed.”

He ran his hands from her waist up to her tits, cupping them in his hands. Pressing his thumbs to her nipples, he moved his thumbs from side to side, watching her buds harden beneath his touch. She was so responsive, and she turned him on just by her body’s reactions.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said.

Pinching her nipples, he loved the way she cried out. She tried to close her legs but he kept her open, waiting for his touch. He wanted her screaming his name and begging for him to fuck her so that when he slid his dick inside her tight cunt, she wouldn’t feel any pain.

Releasing her breasts, he moved down, and finally allowed himself to look at her pretty pussy. Opening her lips, he stared down at her swollen clit. Her cunt was red from his slaps, and she was soaking wet with cream.

He’d never known a woman to be so aroused by having her pussy slapped. The women at Zeke’s club were paid to take it, but it didn’t mean they actually enjoyed it.

Elena loved it. Her body loved feeling pain and pleasure combined.

Sliding his fingers through her cream, he reached down circling her virgin cunt. He was going to enjoy taking that cherry, and he was going to do it with his cock. Running his finger back up, he circled her clit and watched her reaction. She loved every touch he gave her.

She yanked on the binds that held her in place, but she didn’t beg him to stop. Elena kept arching up to him, trying to get him to touch her even more.

Withdrawing his hands, he sucked his finger into his mouth, tasting her cream. “I’m the one in charge, baby. You do what I tell you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Lie still. I want to lick your pussy, and you’re going to stay still while I play with you.”

He saw her take a deep breath and nodded.

Capturing her hips, he lifted her up, and kept staring into her eyes as he slid his tongue across her clit. She wasn’t allowed to come; he’d denied her that right until he was ready.

Tonguing her pussy, he couldn’t resist watching the fight in her eyes as she stayed still. So perfect, so submissive, and she didn’t move. Elena allowed him to play, tongue her clit, and suck on her pussy.

This was the woman he’d been waiting to share his life with. The one woman destined to be his, and he wasn’t going to let her go.

For over thirty minutes, he licked, sucked, and played with her pussy; throughout it all, Elena didn’t move. She opened her body up to him and let him have his way with her. He finally had his own little toy to play with exactly the way he wanted.

Releasing her pussy, he pressed his fingers against her clit, and leaned over her. “Taste your pussy on my mouth, baby,” he said.

She leaned up and took possession of his lips. She licked around his lips before sliding inside and kissing him deeply.

“You taste amazing.”

“Striker?”

“I want you to come for me now, Elena. Come all over my fingers so I can slide my cock inside you and give you what you need.”

Like the good little submissive that she was, she came as he fingered her pussy. He took possession of her mouth for one final kiss. Rearing back, he kept his fingers on her pussy and gripped his cock. He was ready to fuck her. Aligning the tip to her entrance, he pressed the head inside, removed his fingers from her clit, and slammed all the way inside.

He felt her hymen tear as he took her as his own, claiming not only her virginity, but the woman as well. Elena belonged to him now in more ways than one. She was his woman.

She screamed his name, bucking up against him.

The binds kept her in place. Reaching over her, he released her hands, and held her close. She gripped his shoulders; he expected her to push him away, but she didn’t.

“It hurts.”

“I know, baby.” He wasn’t small, and he’d tried to get her ready so it wouldn’t be as painful. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her, not like this.

The pain he gave was the kind that she needed. This was not what he wanted.

Claiming her lips, he wrapped his arms around her, trying his hardest to protect her, and show her the kind of love that she deserved.

“I will protect you with my very life, Elena. No one will ever hurt you.” Cupping her cheek, he forced her to look at him as he spoke.

“I believe you.”

Taking possession of her lips, he tightened his arms around her body and turned them on the bed so that she was over him.