Disclaimer: I don't of Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters in the show. It's the property of Kurt Sutter, Sutter Ink and FX.
So, I kind of accidentally started to write this when I was supposed to sleep. Insomniacs! Crazy people. Sorry.
Firstly: This is going to be very different from my other stories, mostly since this is not a story I'll be focusing on. I'll write on it when I feel like it and thus it won't have the update rate that my other stories have had. It's an experiment from my side in a lot of ways.
Also. This is the first time I'm publishing without having a full first draft. That doesn't mean I don't know where it's going. I know that, very well, but It's not done. I just want to challenge myself.
Finally; It won't be long. Probably not more than 5-6 chapters about the length of this one. I say PROBABLY since there's no way of knowing what'll happen. But I want to try to keep it to a minimum. Also as a challenge.
Important info. This story takes place long before the first season, it'll be clearer later on but you need to know that much to start reading it.
Let me know what you think.
Last but not least: THERE IS SEX in this story. ROUGH sex. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Chapter 1: Auf Achse
"Geez, Lisa, all that shit in your face and around your wrists makes you sound louder than a doorbell," Opie said when she walked inside the clubhouse.
Lisa smiled and started to roam through her bag to find the keys Precious had asked her to give to Bobby.
She knew it the second he stepped inside the bar. She could fucking feel it along her spine and turned around. He didn't say hi, didn't nod, he didn't even fucking look at her. She hadn't even known he was coming. She never did, he always took her by surprise.
She looked for the fucking keys in the bag but couldn't find them. Finally she threw down the bag on the bar to look properly. When she found it she handed it over to Bobby.
"So, what's happening tonight?" Jax said with his teasing smile. He was a couple of years younger than her and acted very much like the prince he was. He had pretty much been hitting on her since he was fifteen. She knew it was just for fun and it didn't bother her. That was just the kind of guy he was.
"She's got a big date," Bobby said while punching her shoulder.
"Big date, eh?" Jax was waving his eyebrows at her.
"It's just a guy. Met him at work."
"Isn't he scared he'll get stuck to you face?" Tig pulled in her barbell she had in her nose.
"Apparently not." She shrugged. She wished Bobby hadn't brought that up. Not here, now when he was here, at least.
"He should be." Now he was pulling in both of the rings that was her snakebite.
"I need to get going." They never got tired of teasing her about the piercings. Or the hair. Or her clothes. Or pretty much anything about her. She liked it.
She gave Bobby a hug and walked outside. He still didn't even acknowledge her existence. Not that she expected anything else. He never had. It was stupid to think it would ever be different. He had fucked her every chance he got since she was nineteen. Every time she promised herself it would never happen again. And every time she saw him her pussy pulsated.
The phone in her bag rang as she started her car and she picked it up.
"Yeah?"
"Did you leave him the key?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks. Good luck with the date."
"Thanks, Precious. I'll call you tomorrow."
-o0o-
She was arranging her dark red dreads into a big knot. She'd had them for years and had saved her hair long before that, so the knot was bigger than her head. There were jewelry here and there in them, even her hair made tinkling sounds when she walked. She couldn't sneak up on anyone and that's how she wanted it. She hated when people sneaked up on her.
There was a knock on the door and she hoped it wasn't her date that was that early. She wasn't ready yet. When she opened the door her heart stopped.
"Whatta you want?"
"You have a date?" He glared at her, leaning against the doorpost.
There was no good way to answer that. He didn't even fucking deserve an answer.
"You need to leave. I don't have time for this." She started to close the door and flinched out of fear when he violently slammed the door open again. It hit the wall and she could hear the wall cracking. "What the fuck?!"
Then he was in front of her, grabbed her over the jaws with one hand and sent her after the door against the wall. At the same time slamming the door shut.
"You don't get to tell me what to do." He growled and shoved his tongue into her mouth.
She tried to push him away, turning her head away from him. "Please, I don't have time for this."
"Why, expecting your date to be here soon?" He grabbed her crouch and she couldn't fucking help herself, she moaned and he gave her a smug smile. "Like that?"
"Please don't do this."
"You want me to." He moved her towards the kitchen counter, bent her over it and pulled down her jeans. "If you tell me to stop and I believe you; I will." He mumbled into her hear and she heard him unbuckling his belt.
"Stop," she mumbled but she didn't even convince herself.
He pushed two fingers inside her and leaned and whispered in her ear. "Sure about that? You're soaking wet, Girlie." She hated it when he called her that.
"You fucking asshole," she said with her forehead against the counter. "Just fucking do it and get out of here."
He chuckled and then slammed his dick inside her and she shrieked at the sudden intrusion. His hands were grabbing her hips hard and he was fucking her even harder. She was holding her hands against the wall to stop her head from hitting the wall every time he shoved his big dick as far inside her as was physically possible. These hate fucks were the best. They were hard, violent, painful and they made her come extremely hard every fucking time. And every time she despised herself for it. Even more than she despised him for doing this to her.
He leaned over her again and she heard his pants close to her ear. She knew what was coming next and just the expectation of it made her pussy cramp, the next second he bit down into her shoulder and she came. A few hard thrusts later he exploded inside of her with a roar.
When she turned around she felt his semen running down the inside of her thighs. "Why do you do this?"
"You're wouldn't fuck someone else with a pussy full of my cum," he said with a cruel smile while closing his jeans.
She leaned down and pulled up her underwear but simply stepped out of her jeans. "Why do you care?"
He grabbed her jaws again and gave her another one of his hard kisses before staring into her eyes. "You and your pussy are mine."
"I just love these little talks," she said with a sarcastic smile. She was sickening herself. While walking towards the bathroom she said, without looking at him, "I expect you to be gone by the time I come out of the bathroom."
She washed her face and with the water still running she leaned her head against the bathroom mirror. The bun she had done was a mess, he had probably been pulling it, he usually did. She started to rearrange her dreads. She sat down on the toilet and peed before trying to wash her quite sore crouch. He was right, she wasn't going to fuck someone when she was filled with some other guys cum.
In fact; she wouldn't even date someone full of some other guys cum. Her sweatpants were on the floor in the bathroom and she walked outside, picked up the phone and called Ricky.
"Tell me you're not canceling on me."
"I'm not feeling so hot, I'm sorry. I think it was something I ate."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you if you take me out next weekend instead."
He sighed. "Promise me."
"Scouts honor."
"I doubt you've ever been a scout."
"No, I never was. But I promise."
"Fine. Need anything?"
"Just some sleep. I'll be fine. I'll call you tomorrow."
"Bye."
She hung up and jumped when she heard a chuckle from the couch behind her. "Had a feelin' you'd do that."
She turned around. He was sitting on the couch with that smug fucking smile on his face. He stood up and strode over to her and she felt her eyes watering. Fuck! She turned her gaze down on the floor. She didn't want to see him anymore and she didn't want him to see her cry.
"Please just leave."
He took her chin between his thumb and index finger and raised her head. She just looked at him, didn't even try to look angry. He placed a kiss on her lips before drying her cheek with his thumb and without saying a single word he finally left.
-o0o-
He came the next day as well. When she heard the knock on the door she knew it was him. For a second she thought about pretending that she wasn't at home but realized that he would never fall for that. So she opened the door and met his amused look.
"Took your time." She shrugged and held up the door. He stepped inside, walked up to her and grabbed her ass. "Were you thinking about not opening, Girlie?"
He kicked the door shut and locked it, still holding on to her ass with his right hand.
He stayed all night. It started with him going down on her in the hallway and ended by her riding him in the bed while he twisted her nipples and bit her neck. Between the two he fucked her all over the apartment in as many positions as possible. She soon lost count of how many times he made her come.
Sometime in the middle of the night she got up, wrapped a shirt around her and went out into the kitchen. She opened up the window and sat down on and chair next to it to lit a smoke. She couldn't hear him but knew when he came up behind her.
"Shouldn't smoke." He took her cigarette and inhaled a moutfull before throwing it out the window. He pulled her up to her feet and opened she shirt, running his eyes over her body. Her hips were bruised from the kitchen counter-fuck the day before, she had bite marks on her breasts and neck, probably some bruises on her ass and thighs as well. He looked pleased, he wanted her to look like this every time he'd been to Charming. Marked as his and he knew she was to embarrassed to show herself naked to anyone while the bruises and bite marks were there.
"Done?" She asked and he raised his gaze from her tits to her eyes. He looked pissed again.
He pulled the shirt over her shoulders down behind her back to her wrists and tied it there.
"Still giving me lip, bitch?" He lifted her up on the kitchen counter and spread her legs. "Haven't had enough?"
He had tied her amazingly well with just the shirt and she couldn't move her arms. His tongue started at her knee, leaving a wet trail over her thigh, the bruised hip, dipped into her bellybutton and moved up to her tits, sucking on them hard. She held off as long as possible but finally that revealing moan escaped her lips and he plunged inside her again. He fucked her while holding his hand around her neck, nibbling on her shoulders.
"You're not gonna go on any dates any time soon," he mumbled between the light bites. "You're my bitch."
She had a hard time to sit up, he was leaning against her and she couldn't hold herself up with her arms as they were tied behind her. Finally she leaned back and rested on her elbows. It wasn't comfortable but it worked. His eyes gleamed as he looked over her body, he stroke her bruised hips before moving his hand over her and the thumb down to her clit. And she came, again. It never fucking stopped with him. He was and ass, treated her worse than shit, completely ignored her when anyone saw them, humiliated her but he could make her come like no one else could. She was going to miss that.
-o0o-
She was sixteen the first time she saw him. Her parents had sent her to stay with her aunt Precious over the summer to keep her out of trouble. Precious had just married Bobby and she'd had a lot of fun that summer. Had spent a lot of it in the clubhouse with Bobby trying to teach her how to bake.
One morning when she walked into the clubhouse, he was sitting in the bar. She halted and looked at him.
"Who are you?"
It was like he was looking right through her before he turned around with a snarl. Not even bothering to answer. She snorted as a reply and that apparently caught his attention.
She had both thanked and cursed that snort over the years. He turned back towards her, swept his gaze over her from the feet to her head and curled his lips into a smile. Not a nice smile. More of a 'the tings I could do to ya'-smile.
She blushed and that had made him chuckle before he turned back towards the bar.
He hadn't stayed for long, her rarely did and the next time she'd seen him she was seventeen.
That time she didn't even bother to say hi. She simply walked past him to find Bobby in his dorm. He'd had a fight with Precious and had taken off and Precious sent her to get him home. Bobby asked her to wait in the bar, Lisa assumed it was to get his pants up and the Crow Eater out before she saw too much. She went back into the bar and got a coke from the prospect, Kyle. When she turned around he was in the couch getting a blowjob and he looked her straight into the eyes and gave her that fucking smile again. This time she didn't blush, she simply raised her eyebrows, smiled and took a sip of the coke, still meeting his hazy gaze.
He had stayed for a bit longer that time. The only times he looked at her was when he either had a mouth around his dick or when he was finger fucking some crow eater. Always the same smile and she never turned her look away. Not once. Neither did he but she wasn't fucking going to blush in front of him again.
The day before he left was the first time ever he talked to her. He caught her coming out from the bathroom and pushed her back inside.
"What the fuck!" She said and rubbed her elbow that she'd hit on the wall. He pressed her back against it, leaned towards the wall with his hand next to her head.
"You're playing with fire, Girlie."
"You're imagining things," she said and tried move him to the side to get out. He simply pushed her back and chuckled.
"I've played this game a lot longer than you."
"Congratulations! Wanna let me leave?" She pointed towards the door.
He leaned closer to her. So close that she could feel his breath on her lips and she closed her eyes. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure even he could hear it.
Just barely touching her lips he mumbled. "I don't pop cherries. And I don't fuck minors. But I can wait."
Then he pushed back and walked out and she could hear the door close behind him. She still had hear eyes closed and the fast beating of her heart in her ears.
She'd known then and there that she was in trouble. She'd just not understood how much trouble she was in. And for how long it would continue. Most importantly; she hadn't known the mess it would end in.