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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.
CHAPTER 14: LOVESTRUCK
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Tig pulled onto the compound with Sydney on the back of his bike, climbing off quickly and putting a hand on her leg to keep her in place. "Grabbing some shit. You stay right here, kitten." He winked.
"I can't wait." She whined breathlessly, desperately - pouting as she clung to his arm as the extra dominance in his command only added to the already unbearable need that she felt in every part of her body.
He reached out, running his fingers through her hair before he leaned down, kissing her hard. He released one hand from her curls, gently trailing his way down her body to rub her through her shorts where her hands immediately went to his belt buckle before he grabbed them.
"Looks like you're gonna have to learn some self control, pussycat." She inhaled sharply when he mimicked her words from earlier in the week. He gave her a sly smirk before pressing the same tantalizing kiss on her cheek as he had the day before - the one that left her cheeks burning, her core throbbing, and her mind racing.
Tig hurried through the clubhouse to his dorm where he gathered some clothes for the next day, smirking as he passed the nightstand when an idea came to him. He walked over to the small wooden chest of drawers where he pulled out the mystery item and slid it into his back pocket, scowling as his hand brushed up against a piece of thick cardstock before he remembered what he was touching.
The excited couple had been completely oblivious to the fact that even though they were in a photo booth, there were actually pictures being taken - pictures that Tig managed to swipe on their way out after she'd given him the earth-shattering blowjob that had gotten them escorted off of the property.
He smiled as he studied the four photos on the strip of paper. The top one was of Sydney, grinning and looking to the side as she tightened her ponytail, which he pinpointed to be the moment when he was checking to make sure that there was no one standing in line while she waited for him. The second one was him looking down at her and her up at him while his hand cupped her face, and the one following that was of him kissing her. The very last one at the bottom of the strip was of them smiling with their eyes closed just as they had pulled away from each other - his hand still in her hair and hers on his face.
Tig felt his heart flutter when he saw the way she looked at him, the evidence printed clear as day on the images before him. He knew that she looked at him differently than others did, but being able to see it captured from somebody else's perspective, to see the way that her eyes sparkled but held so much depth when she looked up at him was helping to sink his underlying insecurities a little further into the back of his mind.
He reached towards the open drawer where he intended on storing the photos before he stopped, having a change of heart as he ripped the strip in half - separating the top two photos from the bottom two. He held them in his hand, ghosting his thumb over her face in the glossy photograph as he admired the mind-blowingly beautiful girl who, for some reason, had decided that she loved him. He smiled, tucking the two photos into his wallet before placing the remaining two in the drawer - returning to her with a backpack slung over his broad shoulders.
When they pulled into her driveway, Tig turned around and unstrapped her helmet before she could do it herself - holding out his hand to her where he helped her off of his bike. Sydney felt a blush wash over her cheeks as she swooned, fully submitting to the authority in his actions as she clutched onto his large hand tightly. As soon as he was satisfied that she was safely planted on the ground, his hands flew to her waist - kissing her roughly as he walked her backwards and pushed her up against the garage door where he lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his hip.
"I need you." She breathed out as he alternated between caressing her thigh and grabbing her ass while the other hand tangled in her hair
He nodded, the same desire bubbling in his stomach before he pushed off of her and led her to the front door which she unlocked, stepping inside where he instantly retook control, slamming the door as soon as he crossed the threshold and pinning her against it with one hand on her waist and the other above her head.
Sydney felt a warm sensation pooling between her legs as she realized how small she felt in his presence, his dominance, his stature - standing almost a full foot taller than her when she wasn't relying on her heels. But as she discovered how small she felt in his presence, she also discovered her enjoyment for it - not combating the intimidation like she usually felt the need to do around men like Tig.
Tig leaned down slowly after a few seconds of intensely staring at each other - relishing the anticipation before he pressed his lips to hers again. She clawed at his black t-shirt as their teeth began to clash in the heat of the moment, needing to feel his skin against hers. He got the hint as she raked her nails over his covered torso - flinging the confining leather from his shoulders which fell to the ground with a thud as he let her pull his shirt up before he finally yanked it over his head.
Next he tugged her shirt up enough that he could reach around to unclip her bra while she ripped open his belt buckle - the sound of the rattling metal only spurring her on and prompting her to move faster. Once her tits were free of the white bra that she wore, he immediately covered a nipple with his mouth, licking and biting greedily at the supple skin. She threw her head back against the door, moaning in pleasure while she pushed his pants and boxers down - her needy movements slowing considerably as his mouth slipped her into a trance.
"Tiggy..." She whined in wanton before his hands stilled her bucking hips, squeezing them soothingly before he moved to the button on her shorts as his mouth latched itself to her neck.
If there was ever a feeling for Sydney to bottle up and save for a rainy day, it was this one; the buzz of pure excitement that mixed with his slow, carefully calculated moves that had her ready to burst on the spot - unable to even imagine the euphoria that she was in store for as things continued to escalate.
Tig smiled when he felt her pulse quickening under his tongue, telling him that he was working her body perfectly as she writhed under his ministrations which had him reaching peak arousal the same way that he imagined she was.
"Here, now. Please." She begged through staggered breaths, her body convulsing in his hands.
"Okay, baby." He whispered tenderly with his forehead against hers, kissing her lips gently as he dragged her shorts down her legs, his expression growing dark with lust when he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath the denim. "You naughty girl..." He growled with a grin, turning her around slowly as he stepped out of his own jeans, pulling her hips towards him and bending her over slightly before gathering the stringy black material in his hands at the apex of her thighs and pulling it apart.
Sydney felt herself getting even wetter between her legs when the sound of the tearing fabric filled her ears, her mind on nothing but the godsent man behind her as he made her need like she'd never needed before. She whimpered when his hands moved to her ass, squeezing as he spread her open for him, yelping when he lined himself up with her sensitive entrance.
"Tell me how bad you want it, baby." He whimpered, the intensity of the encounter taking a toll on him as well. Tig knew that he was good in bed - he hadn't spent years learning women's bodies for nothing - but he'd never had a girl falling over her feet for him the way that Sydney was.
"So fucking bad." She was almost in tears, quivering while he slicked himself with her juices before slowly pushing into her, squeezing her hip in appreciation as a high pitched, breathless scream left her when he bottomed out, an abundance of staggered breaths following as she tried to compose herself.
"So damn tight..." Tig groaned, nearly cumming before he'd even started as her walls pulsed around him while he thrusted slowly to get them both accustomed to the overwhelming sensation as their moans mingled together. Once he got a handle on his self restraint, he gradually picked up his pace - watching her ass bounce with each snap of his hips.
Sydney brought her forearms up to leverage herself against the door when he began moving faster, needing something more reliable than her shaky legs to help keep her upright. She couldn't help herself from looking over her shoulder at the erotic sight, a dirty grin coming to her face as she moaned even louder - the way that he fucked her had taken her to her full potential, succumbing to her most sinful desires where she finally felt like she didn't have to hold anything back.
Tig's eyes widened as he watched her reaction - his dick swelling inside of her in response. He lifted her leg, wanting to take her as far as possible before it would be too late.
Sydney squealed when he went deeper, burying her face in her arms as the magnitude of pleasure sent her eyes tumbling into the back of her skull.
"Look at me." He commanded, bringing those gorgeous green orbs back up to his before he dipped his head down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss - his tongue working overtime as he poured his feelings into the embrace, pleasuring her in every way possible.
The authority in his eyes and the ferocity of his kiss sent Sydney's orgasm crashing through her, slamming her hand against the door as she cried into his mouth. He pulled out quickly, wanting to make this last as long as possible and knowing that he couldn't do that with her tight little pussy milking his dick as she came. He gripped her biceps, turning her around and pushing her to the ground where she grabbed his cock and wrapped her lips around it in an instant, grateful for his decision because her legs would've given out if she'd tried to remain standing. He stumbled back in surprise before steadying himself with a hand on the wall, not expecting her to be so eager to suck her own release off of him - adding to the rapidly growing list of things that made him think that there was no way that she wasn't made for him.
Sydney let her heavy eyes fall shut as she sucked him off sloppily, moaning to let him know that she enjoyed pleasing him just as much as he was enjoying being pleased. Her actions didn't last long before she was being lifted back to her feet, his tongue dominating her mouth before she could even fully open her eyes. She gripped his jaw and pulled him closer with force, the need for him not dwindling even after her first orgasm. This had been the most passionate sex that she'd ever had - and she wasn't ready for it to end yet.
Tig pulled away abruptly, spinning her around by her elbow and smacking her ass before his hand gripped her throat, tipping her head up to where he claimed her lips once again, ripping his mouth away and replacing his tongue with his fingers. "Upstairs, dollface." He ordered in her ear with a whisper, sending an icy-hot chill through her as she curled her tongue around his digits, nodding eagerly before scrambling up the stairs.
Once she was out of sight,Tig pulled his boxers and jeans back on but didn't bother with the rest of his discarded clothing, bending to pick up his kutte off of the floor and hang it in the closet by the door. He grabbed his bag, locked the door, and turned off the lights before he finally followed her up the stairs, finding her sitting on the bed waiting for him - completely naked now. She stood as he approached, waiting for further direction but getting nothing as he stood frozen in front of her, his pupils blown out as his eyes ate up her form; tight, perfect, and all for him.
"Such a good girl." He mused almost animalistically as he cupped her face in one hand, the other trailing the top of her thigh, up to cup her breast, roughly flicking the pad of his thumb over her nipple - eliciting a gasp from her throat. He grinned at the noise, seeing her eyes filling with need before littering her body with soft kisses, scraping his teeth along her skin as he did so.
"Arms up, gorgeous." He whispered into her ear as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket, watching her eyes flash with excitement - a reaction that earned her a nice bite to her neck which made her cry out. She turned around with a grin, holding her hands over her head so that he could fasten the cuffs over the metal frame of her canopy bed and onto her wrists.
"Mmm." He hummed, sliding his hands down her sides as he slipped in front of her, sitting himself on the edge of her bed while she stood between his legs. "I could just leave you here all night." He growled, revelling in the softness of her body in contrast to his calloused hands, nuzzling her stomach as he lightly blew over her clit while he held her in place by the back of her thighs.
"Whatever you want, Sergeant." Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingertips kneaded the sensitive skin that was so close to her dripping slit
He chuckled in appreciation for her willingness to please, dragging his lips up her torso where he sucked on her diamond belly ring before moving up her chest, his mouth engulfing her nipple while he looked up into her needy eyes. The softness of his gaze threw her off as he bit down, lightly tugging on the ring in her nipple and causing the perfect amount of pain to bring pleasure as she gasped, curling her toes into the carpet as a wave of excitement rushed through her.
He lifted her off of the ground, her knees hitting the soft duvet as he pulled her to straddle his waist, the height of her bed making it so that she could sit perfectly in his lap while staying restrained to the bar above her. He placed kisses all around her chest while rubbing slow circles into her ankles with his thumbs, dragging his hands up her bent legs at the same pace, smoothing up her thighs while he let his thumbs fall between her legs, ghosting over her mound. Her head rolled back in ecstasy as she shuddered, her hands pulling on the restraints as she subliminally rose on her knees, pressing her body against his and sighing in content when her bare chest met the warmth of his.
Somehow, even without the use of her hands, Sydney had managed to get Tig exactly where she wanted him. She leant down, nudging his forehead with hers and effectively tilting his head upwards to where she could swoop down and sink her teeth into his neck.
"God..." He whimpered, yanking her closer by her ass on instinct as she sucked his pulse and ground against his denim covered crotch. He felt her pushing herself back against his palms, catching on to what she was trying to do and sliding his fingers closer to her opening, coating the tips in her arousal until she was able to push herself back far enough to make the contact that she was after.
"Tiggy..." She whined when his fingers dipped inside of her from behind while he kept his palms firmly planted on her ass cheeks so that he could tease her just enough. "Let me touch you." She pouted, looking into those blue eyes pleadingly.
"You wanna touch me, baby?" He pushed his hands closer together, enough that she could properly ride his fingers.
"Mhmm..." She rocked against his hand, nodding while she widened her glossy eyes and bit her lip.
Tig was no match for that pout or the way she ground against his fingers so desperately... "Hold on." He instructed with a nod as he patted her thigh, standing with her in his arms as he wrapped her legs around his hips. He would've been a stupid man to deny her request - that's what he told himself anyways rather than admitting that he would've given up every bit of control that he'd clung to so tightly if it meant making her happy.
Sydney did as she was told, nodding obediently and squeezing her thighs around him to keep herself upright so that he could utilize both hands to unlock the cuffs. She felt her eyes begin to blur as she zoned out, staring longingly at his perfect jawline while his head was tilted up, not realizing that she was still holding her arms above her head after he had released them from their confines.
"We'll save these for another day." He chuckled at the ego-inflating display as he stroked her forearms with his rough palms, kissing her wrists sweetly before easing them down to his shoulders gently. But before he could make his next move, her mouth was attacking his jaw - kissing and nibbling. He stumbled back against the bed, regaining his footing in time to turn so that she was the first to land on the mattress with him on top of her - returning the same assault on her jaw this time as he pushed her further and further up the bed. He chuckled darkly as he hovered over her; her sex drive was proving to be well above his expectations. "You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" He grinned sadistically as he gathered her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head before shoving two fingers into her weeping core, the condescending tone in his voice sending a shudder through her core which he felt on his fingers as her walls fluttered around them.
Sydney gasped at the sudden intrusion, her pupils blowing out as he stared deep into her eyes while he hovered over her helpless body, unable to compose herself enough to speak when she found herself completely at his mercy before her lips eventually curled into a devilish smile. She removed a wrist from his grip as her eyes glinted mischievously while she trailed her fingers down his chest to where he was buried inside of her - slowly sliding his fingers out of her and bringing them up to her mouth where she sucked her juices off of his digits and nodded with her eyes wide. She could feel that he was as hard as a rock against her abdomen as he shoved his tongue in her mouth the second that his fingers left it - pushing her down into the mattress before he pulled himself away, kneeling between her legs and releasing his painful erection from it's denim confines.
As soon as his pants were out of the way, Sydney was yanking him back down to her lips, running her hands down his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pleaded with her eyes. He teased her a bit as she clung to him desperately, rubbing the tip of his dick against her entrance a few times before finally pushing inside of her - making her gasp and squeal beneath him while he growled against the sensitive spot on her neck. He pulled back, sliding slowly back in where he buried himself completely in her heat until his hips were flush with hers. Her breathing hitched and a squeak left her throat when his length hit a spot inside her that she didn't even know existed, clawing at his back furiously.
Tig nibbled up and down her neck lightly ashis pace gradually grew until eventually he was full on jackhammering her where he had her arms pinned above her head - pushing them into the mattress to leverage himself. She cried out again at the change in pace, every thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through her body where she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold off when she felt herself tightening around him once again.
"Don't hold back, beautiful." He kissed her collarbone delicately.
Sydney let herself go, tensing up before going completely limp while her body twitched around him - her spasming walls threatening to push him out.
Tig marinated in her moans and gasps for a few seconds before flipping her over where he shoved his cock into her from the new angle, his own eyes rolling back now as he listened to her cry out for him while he finally began chasing his own release - grabbing her hair and leaning down as he pulled her head up to bite her earlobe once he met it, finally slowing his pace.
"Tig!" Sydney cried out between moans, the deep penetration from the new angle caused her to unexpectedly cum again as he slowly pushed in and out of her while coming down from his high.
"Fuck, doll." He panted, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade and pulling out of her as she whimpered. He rolled onto the bed beside her, gently rubbing her back and pressing his lips to her neck.
Sydney would never admit it, but this was one of her favourite parts about being with Tig; the aftercare - praising her with soothing words and gentle touches for accepting his roughness, reminding her just how soft he could be. All she could do was moan in approval as her eyelids got heavier as a result of the come down, still unable to speak coherently. She awoke under the covers a few minutes later with her head on Tig's chest with his arm wrapped around her, stroking her hair and holding her hand as he stared at the ceiling - off in the heaven that having her in his arms created when he felt her stirring, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of her head which sent her drifting back off to sleep peacefully.
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Tig awoke the next morning without the feeling of Sydney's skin on his, his eyes opening frantically when he came to and realized that she wasn't in the bed next to him. He looked around the room, seeing that the bathroom door was open and the light was off, indicating that she was gone from the room. He could help but feel his heart quicken in worry, wondering if she had changed her mind - gotten cold feet after the conversation that had transpired the day prior. He began pulling his clothes on, trying to shake the insecurities from his head as he buckled his belt before heading downstairs to look for her - the smell of frying bacon wafting in his face as soon as he pulled her bedroom door open.
Sydney had spent fifteen minutes easing herself out of Tig's grip that had remained on her throughout the entire night before she was finally able to slink out of bed and tiptoe out of the room successfully to where she now stood barefoot, wearing only his shirt and a pair of panties while her hair bobbed around in a loose bun as she hummed and spun around the kitchen.
A huge grin spread across Tig's face when the kitchen came into view, laying his eyes on the sight straight out of a dream. He couldn't contain his excitement - running up behind her and picking her up where he spun her around as she giggled. "Now aint this a pretty sight..." He growled playfully as she adjusted herself in his arms, wrapping one of hers around his neck as he moved one from around her waist to the back of her thighs so that they were facing each other while he held her bridal-style. "God, I fucking love you." He beamed with a melting heart.
"I love you too." She whispered as her face reddened, kissing his cheek as she giggled against his ear.
He lowered her feet to the ground, pulling her hips back into his morning erection. "I could listen to you say that all. Damn. Day, pussycat." He whispered into her ear, the words broken up by smooches being placed on her neck before she turned to face him, still grinning with sparkles in her eyes.
"You might have to." Her eyes slid over him lazily, completely mesmerized by his form before she managed to break her trance - playfully slapping him on the peck with the spatula in her hand. "Now, you better make it up to me for ruining the surprise." She turned back around to the stove as he laughed.
"Sorry... First time I've had a girl leave me alone in bed."
She chuckled, which quickly turned to a gasp as his hands snaked up her shirt and over her tits, his thumbs finding her nipples with ease, causing her back to arch further into him. "Somethin tells me you're not sorry at all." She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Mmm not at all." He hummed into her neck. "Now, how bout I make it up to you..."
She reached over and turned the stove off, giggling as she walked him backwards into the living room and sat him down onto the couch, straddling him while he pulled her shirt over her head.
Later that day the happy couple made their way to the clubhouse where Gemma had scaled back Sydney's hours at the bar since she had seemingly become a full-time member of the crew, so tonight she got to relax and enjoy the party - just as the rest of the Sons did. It was a beautiful evening, warm air clung to Sydney's exposed skin as she held onto Tig on the back of his bike with his backpack on her shoulders which she had filled with stuff to bring to his dorm - him having left some of his own belongings at her house. When they arrived, Tig got off his bike, looking Sydney up and down as she leaned back slightly, allowing him to peek up her black denim miniskirt.
"Givin me flashbacks to the other night." He quirked an eyebrow and rustled the silver chain on his hip.
Sydney laughed, being sure to spread her legs a little extra as she dismounted the Harley before he quickly slid his backpack off of her shoulders, pecking her cheek before he straightened back up. She felt herself swoon as a blush undoubtedly graced her cheeks - she loved that he could be so masculine and gruff, but so incredibly sweet and gentlemanly at the same time. She grabbed his hand, yanking him back where his lips came crashing down onto hers passionately, swooning again when she felt his smile against her mouth as they listened to the whistles coming from the garage.
"Can you believe that he got that?" Lowell Jr. asked Juice as they tightened the fan belt on a Toyota.
"No." Juice scoffed.
Sydney waltzed into the clubhouse where she saw everybody preparing for the Saturday festivities that were to come. A few crows stocking the bar and cleaning the tables nodded at her as she passed, smirking proudly at herself for not only holding the respect of the men, but of the women too - they knew what she was capable of if she'd been given a seat at the table, and now they knew that she was with Tig. Despite the reputation of the crazy man, Sydney trusted him with all her heart. She knew that his feelings for her were just as real as hers were for him, but knowing that most of the crows were scared of her was definitely a nice bit of reassurance.
But as they continued down the hall towards his dorm, she felt her mind beginning to race with thoughts that she'd never even had to consider before - will this last? How does it work when he's on the road? She knew all about the run clause, but she now worried that her heavier involvement in the club might make him think that her acceptance of the rules meant that it wouldn't bother her. It was easy for some old ladies to turn a blind eye to what they didn't know, it's the kind of thing you have to expect when you're with a biker - but Sydney had no idea where she stood with it. She was stuck between her allegiance to the life, and her love for Tig. It would crush her to find out that he had shared himself with another the way that he shared himself with her - but she didn't know enough about him yet to be able to gauge whether or not that worry was warranted.
Sydney sat on the bed while he started undressing for a shower, deciding to ignore the 'what ifs' for now as more important things flooded her mind once he pulled his shirt over his head.
"You can put your stuff in your drawer if you want, darlin." He smiled cockily when he saw those lusty green eyes sliding of his form before he disappeared into the bathroom.
Sydney felt the butterflies in her stomach again when he said 'your drawer'. She had a drawer in his room.
She folded her clothes neatly and laid them into the small drawer that she'd claimed in his dresser before she sat back down, looking for something to focus on when she noticed the overflowing laundry basket in the bottom of his closet. Men, she snickered and rolled her eyes - scooping up the basket of dirty clothes and carrying it down the hall to the storage room which held the washer and dryer.
"Wow... Didn't expect to see the Princess doing his laundry." She was met with Jax's cocky smirk as she turned to leave after starting the washer.
"Has anything that you've expected from me really panned out, VP?" She mused playfully.
"Good point..." He snickered bashfully from where he stood blocking the doorway. "You know that's a croweater's job." He nodded to the appliances.
"Laundry aint the only thing I do that would be considered a croweater's job, sweetheart." She winked as she slid past him.
"How's that goin, anyway?" The blonde man questioned with skepticism oozing from his demeanour.
"Good, I think." She shrugged nonchalantly as she turned back to face him, not taking offense to the confusion that she'd shared in just weeks ago.
"He seems happy…" Jax agreed. "I just didn't think he was the type for that shit."
"So I've heard…" She nodded slowly. "Well, I'll have you know that your Sergeant is very capable." She winked over her shoulder before turning away once again.
Tig was still in the shower when Sydney returned, so she took the opportunity to properly look around his room, surprised that she hadn't done so beforehand. She noted a few trinkets here and there, a few posters of bikes and naked girls, a Marine Corps badge, an outdated Harley calendar, but what properly piqued her interest was the row of photographs that he had along the mirror frame. She ghosted her fingers along the worn faces of the small group of men on a military base in the first one - one had spikey blonde hair and another was bald, but the smile appeared on her face when she saw him; clean shaven, shorter hair, but eyes exactly the same as the ones that she'd fallen in love with. The next photo was of his twin daughters when they were toddlers. She easily picked out his features in the young girls, Dawn had the dark curly hair and Fawn had the blue eyes. And the last photo was of him and Clay from years ago, standing side by side in front of the Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair sign.
Tig came up behind her in the mirror, but she was too invested in his memories to acknowledge him. She felt his hand circle her waist as a genuine smile radiating his face. He'd never had someone take so much interest in his life before - someone who cared enough to try and peel back all of his layers without fear of what they would find, which for the first time in his life, he was happy to do.
"How old were you here?" She nodded to the picture of him in the Marines.
"Little younger than you." He nodded nostalgically. "Careful, doll. You might catch yourself a case." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"I might..." She agreed with a lazy grin and a slow nod. "Although... I think I'll stick with being the cause." She looked him up and down as his damp body glistened in the low light, ghosting her fingertips up his chest before bringing them back down the way that they came to hook into the towel around his waist.
"You always this horny?" He grimaced. Tig had the labido of a teenage boy who had just discovered porn for the first time, he was shocked that not only was she keeping up - she was running laps around him.
She giggled before pulling the towel free, looking up into his eyes as she sank to her knees slowly. "Only for you." She spoke the simplest truth against his skin. She was completely addicted to the rush that she got off of his love - the satisfaction never lasted long before she needed more "Why? You can't keep up, old man?" She playfully bit his hip bone as his erection grew by the second.
As soon as her teeth left his skin, her feet left the ground. His hands gripped her biceps as he roughly placed her on top of the dresser, earning a gasp as excitement flooded her veins. He hummed low, leaning in as he pressed his hands against her hips, plotting a punishment.
"I'm gonna let you get away with that for now, pussycat. Only cause you look real pretty tonight... But when the party's over, you better be ready for me." He informed her with his blue eyes blazing.
"Yes, Sergeant." She panted out, breathing heavy from the adrenaline. She loved exploring his dominant, animalistic side - seeing him become more and more comfortable showing it to her as she learned how to push his buttons.
"Good girl." He nodded curtly in approval, giving her a quick peck and lifting her off the dresser before pushing her down to her knees with a smirk.
Sydney giggled, teasing him a little for good measure as she placed butterfly kisses down his stomach, along his length and up to the tip before finally taking him in her mouth, earning a groan as he stumbled back. Her tongue was flattened along his underside as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking his cock further into the back of her throat. He went to grab her hair to steady himself but quickly shifted to her shoulders instead - remembering that she had just finished getting ready for the evening.
The motivation behind Sydney's strategic actions changed from mitigating her impending punishment, to showing her appreciation for his thoughtful gesture as she swallowed around him completely. She felt him start to convulse, pushing lightly against her face to stop her but she grabbed his wrist firmly, looking up into his eyes as she swallowed his release. Once she was satisfied that she had completely drained him, she decided that it was time for a little fun as she slowly slid her lips off of his impressive length - flicking her tongue over his sensitive tip, giggling sadistically when his knees buckled.
When she finally got to her feet, he brought her in for a passionate kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth as he walked her backwards to the bed.
"I have to go move your laundry." She giggled before pulling away - knowing if they started now, there was no chance that they would be joining the party tonight.
"I didn't start any laundry?" His forehead creased.
"I know." She smirked, slipping out the door.
When she returned, Tig was fully dressed; wearing a short-sleeved black button down underneath his kutte and a pair of dark grey jeans. She stared at him from the doorway, wide-eyed, enjoying the sight of him clothed almost as much as she had enjoyed him unclothed.
She walked over to the bed and sat back down, clasping her hands in her lap as her eyes stayed glued to him before he came to stand in front of her, straight faced where he cupped her jaw lightly as a diversion before he grasped her calves and pulled her down swiftly. She let out a shriek of surprise and laughed as her back hit the bed, her giggles quickly turning to soft whimpers as he removed her panties under her skirt, letting them fall to her ankles where he buried himself directly in her folds. She squealed in delight, arching her back off of the mattress and gripping the sheets below her - curling her red painted toes against his back as he flicked his tongue over her clit at lightning speed.
His eyes were trained on hers the entire time which only intensified the sensations, her hands moved to his hair where she gripped and pulled at his curls which elicited growls as he devoured her pussy - the sounds sending vibrations rippling through her body. With the expert way that he was working her still sensitive body from the rounds this morning, it didn't take long at all for her to cum.
Tig grabbed her hands and hoisted her to her feet the second that she had pulled his head away, giving her no time to calm down. Her legs trembled and her face flushed as she tried to gain her bearings while he pulled her panties back up, giving her a light smack on the ass before straightening her skirt, winking as he reached for her hand and led her out to the party.
"I'm gonna see if Gemma needs help with anything." Sydney said shakily, still trying to recover.
"Okay, baby." He gave her a kiss on the cheek, but it wasn't enough for her - grabbing his arm and yanking him to her lips where she needed to somehow release some of the emotions that she was harbouring from the aftercareless encounter.
Tig smiled against her mouth, understanding perfectly what she was trying to convey - pulling her into his arms after parting from hers. He rocked his weight from one foot to the other, thinking about how he would much rather be shacked up with her for the night than be drinking with his brothers - something he never thought he would turn down. Guess that's why they call it the honeymoon phase... He pressed his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes lovingly before she nodded softly and pulled away so that he could make his way over to the pool table where most of the guys were hanging out.
Sydney headed outside where she found Half-Sack barbequing, or attempting to barbeque, rather. The poor kid winced as he threw the heavy slabs of meat on top of the roaring flames, standing as far away as he could as he tried to evenly spread them across the heat.
"Uh, you need some help over here, Kippy?" Half-Sack whipped around, beads of sweat covering his forehead.
"Oh! Uh... No, I'm fine! I got it, you know... Cooking and stuff." He nodded casually.
"So… That's why you just threw a full rack onto open flames?" She raised a brow.
"Are you... Not supposed to do that?" He blinked nervously. Sydney laughed, reaching over to turn the heat down and grabbing the tongs from his hands where she spent the next twenty minutes barbequing the ribs to perfection.
Sydney walked back into the clubhouse with Half-Sack in tow, bringing the finished food to the matriarch in the kitchen for her final touches before it was up to her standards and approved for display.
"If you ever want to enjoy a meal again, do not put the prospect on the grill." She advised after Half-Sack was out of earshot.
"Ah shit... Did he ruin everything?" Gemma winced.
"Nah, don't worry. I got to him before that could happen." Sydney snickered.
"Well, thank god for that. The last thing that I wanna deal with is this group when they're hungry."
Sydney chuckled, her mind wandering to the group in question. "How's Abel?" She realized that she hadn't been updated in a few days.
"So far, so good." Gemma smiled.
"Oh, thank god…" She breathed a sigh of relief. "Jax been by to see him?"
"Yeah, the good doctor talked him into it." The sarcasm in Gemma's voice could've been detected from a mile away.
"You don't think people change." Sydney surmised in the form of a statement rather than a question; it was clear that Gemma thought of Tara the exact same way that she had when the young girl had left her son all those years ago. The newcomer still hadn't decided what to think of the uptight brunette, but what she did know was that the rapist wouldn't have been caught and Abel likely would've died without her help - help that she gave without obligation.
"Not in our world, sweetheart." Gemma shook her head before heaving up the tray full of barbeque-sauce-slathered ribs, heading out towards the food table. Sydney chuckled in response, understanding the truth to Gemma's words - at least enough truth for her to know that it wasn't worth the argument.
Sydney followed Gemma out to the bar, grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping the top off on the edge of the counter when she looked up to see Happy standing in front of her.
"What's up, Happy Feet?" He grunted when she used the pet name.
"Where's Tig?" It was obvious by the accusation in his tone that he didn't agree with the Sergeant leaving his woman alone during a club party.
She rolled her eyes. "I don't know, where's barmaid blondie?" She teased him about the little blonde that he'd scooped up from the fair.
"I aint seein her again."
"No wonder you aint seein her again." She scoffed. "You're never gonna find a girlfriend dressing like that." She nodded to the massively oversized attire that his stocky frame drowned in.
"What's wrong with this?" His scowl deepened as he looked down at his kutte, white tee, and blue jeans.
"Happy, girls don't like this." She grabbed his shirt, lifting it to reveal his chiseled abs. "They like this." She smirked before he ripped his shirt back down and swatted her hand away.
"The fuck do you know about what girls like?" He stomped off before she could make another remark, leaving her standing at the bar giggling as she watched him stride angrily through the crowd - his clothing flowing behind him.
Chibs and Jax waltzed over with loaded plates, joining Sydney where she stood at the bar. "Quick question, Chibby." She nodded to the Scotsman. "Why the fuck did you sponsor a vegetarian, virgin prospect?"
"Wait, the kid doesn't eat meat?" Jax questioned with a lip turned up at the disgrace.
"Don't know, but he definitely doesn't cook it." Her eyes fell to their plates, piled high with a variety of meats fresh off of the grill.
Jax dropped his rib down on the plate with a look of horror on his face while Chibs held his inches from his mouth. "No no don't worry, they're fine." Sydney snorted, almost choking on her beer. "I wasn't about to let him fuck up some prime babybacks."
"You made these, Lass?"
"Well they didn't get cooked to perfection on their own." She joked, smacking Chibs on the shoulder and turning to get herself another beer while the two men exchanged a glance.
"You hungry?" She stood from the fridge to see Half-Sack, panting after making a hasty journey from the grill to the bar.
"Yeah, burgers done?" He nodded eagerly, running off to fix her a plate before he was stopped by Jax.
"Bro... You don't know how to cook ribs?"
"I don't eat meat, man." He fidgeted uncomfortably, taking off towards the serving station before the hassling could start.
The giddy prospect stood at the burger station where Tig and Bobby were talking with Gemma and Clay. He got to work assembling Sydney's plate, smiling to himself when he thought about the spunky new girl who had befriended him. He grabbed the mustard, but his hand was stopped by a ring-covered one squeezing his wrist. He looked up to see Tig - and not a happy Tig, a Tig who had just witnessed him smiling like a school girl while he thought about his girl.
"If that's for my girl. I wouldn't be puttin that shit on there unless you want a size seven Steven Madden up your ass." The much younger and much smaller man nodded his understanding nervously, averting his eyes from the threatening gaze.
"Did I just hear that come out of your mouth?" Gemma, Clay, and Bobby all shared the same scowl over the words of the notoriously gruff and dismissive Sergeant at Arms.
"What! You learn that shit when you got an old lady." He shrugged.
"I never learned that shit." Clay shook his head. "Hey Bobby, you ever learn that shit?"
"Never brother."
"Please, for the love of god, tell me that you did not put pickles or mustard on that." Sydney's eyes widened when Half-Sack came jogging in with her plate of food.
"No. Your uh- Your old man wouldn't let me." Sydney scowled, looking outside to see Tig standing in the doorway, winking at her. She blushed and bit her lip, trying to contain her smile before rolling her eyes when Half-Sacl laughed at her knowingly.
After everyone's stomachs had settled, the ring fights had finally begun. Sydney stood in the crowd with a grin, she loved watching the guys get riled up and blow off steam - the sound of the heavy boxing gloves making contact with skin sending a wave of euphoria through her, just as it always had.
She watched closely, evaluating each fighter as she tried to decipher their strengths and weaknesses; Half-Sack was way better than she'd expected - his small, lanky size working in his favor for agility as he successfully took down multiple party goers, Juice, and Chibs before he eventually lost to Happy after putting up a good fight.
"Not fightin tonight, baby?" Sydney placed a hand on Tig's chest as he approached while the next fighter suited up to take on the Tacoma Killer.
"Nah, gotta let the others have a chance at winning for once." He winked.
She smiled and raised a brow, giving him a discerning look while she held back her laugh. "Shame, I was looking forward to it." She shrugged before ripping herself away from him to go and stand across the ring by Chibs.
Jax was Happy's next opponent and it was a pretty fair fight so far; the blonde man was doing good until he'd let Happy get him into a headlock - eventually tapping out under the tight grip of the muscular Nomad.
"Oh, come on! You can do better than that!" Sydney screamed at Jax from the sidelines while smacking the side of the ring.
"You go then, Princess." He countered playfully, tossing her the gloves as he climbed down to the ground.
Many eyes fell on the petite blonde as she caught the gloves, expecting her to back down or laugh it off but they were surprised when she shrugged before slipping one on. Tig's eyes widened from across the ring, immediately stalking over to her.
"You sure you're up for it, little girl? Been a while." Happy raised a brow.
"Tacoma Killer'll beat the hell outta that tight little ass of yours." Bobby warned.
"Good thing I'm into that." Sydney winked.
"Woah, woah, woah." Tig gripped her biceps lightly, his eyes wide with panic. "What are you doing?"
"Dinner and a show." She explained with a smile, tiptoeing to kiss his lips. "Hold these, will ya?" She dropped her earrings into his palm.
"No offence, darlin. But..." Jax looked in Happy's direction while she slipped her shoes off.
"No offence, darlin. But you have no idea who the fuck you're talking to." She spat cockily, winking at him as she shoved her Steve Maddens into his chest, entering the ring barefoot.
"Cali Queen, so I've heard." He challenged.
"Well! It sounds like you do know, I must admit VP, I'm a little offended by your lack of faith." Even if he did know, what he didn't know was that if anyone was in trouble, it was Happy. "You're right, Hap…" She turned her attention back to her opponent. "It has been a while, and from what I remember - we have a score to settle." She confirmed the challenge with an evil smile and a crazy look in her eyes which were bordering on black from the lack of light.
Happy's lips twitched with a smirk as he reminisced over the days where he'd taught Sydney to fight, finally getting good enough over the years to the point where he actually had to try to beat her.
"What the hell?" Gemma exclaimed when she reached the group standing at the side of the ring in awe.
"Princess' showin us what she's made of." Clay stated casually as he lit a cigar.
The opponents grinned wildly at each other as they circled the ring - Sydney studying his every move and mimicking every step that he took. "C'mon, Happy Meal. I haven't taken a punch in weeks... A girl has needs." She egged him on in a voice as sweet as pie until he finally threw a punch, which she blocked. "That's what I'm talking about." She grinned as a few more came after, blocking two and dodging one, the adrenaline lighting that familiar fire within her.
The crowd was captivated, oh-ing and ah-ing at every move as her constant dodging and blocking got him riled up - serving to tire him out, just as she'd planned. "Come on! Hit em!" Chibs hollered impatiently.
Sydney stopped to listen, Happy taking the opportunity to swing. She ducked down, not even looking in his direction as his arm swung over her head, swiftly coming up as he recovered from the force of his angry right hook, hitting him once in the gut, once in the chest, and upper cutting him all in a flash. It had been obvious from the start that Happy was stronger, but she was fast.
After a few more punches were thrown before Happy managed to link one of her arms, pulling it behind her before grabbing the other one. She tried to get loose of his grip as he attempted to wrestle her to the ground, hopping over the foot that swung to trip her - managed to make it over to the corner of the ring in their struggle.
"You ready?" She called over her shoulder, hearing him grunt in confusion before she channeled all of the adrenaline to her feet - running up the padded pole and kicking off of it.
Happy's grip loosened in the moment where she caught him by surprise as she flipped over him - but hers didn't, her arms rotating in his as she pulled his arms behind his back now, using his position to safeland with both feet. She knew that this wasn't exactly the fight that the crowd had wanted to see, but she wasn't about to show her cards all at once - plus, she didn't mind the highschool wrestling champion nostalgia.
In Happy's bewildered state, she swiftly kicked the back of his knee, dropping him to the ground and forcing her right elbow into his spine to keep him down while she kept her left arm linked in his. He squirmed against her grip but he was no match with her elbow immobilizing him. Back of the knees - her signature move, the one that nobody ever saw coming and always underestimated.
When Sydney came back to earth and the ringing in her ears faded, she heard the crowd cheering louder than she'd ever heard them cheer before as they counted down the seconds to her victory - thanks to Happy's inability to tap out.
"Too much time away from me, Hap. Seems you've forgotten about my favorite sweet spot." She cooed in his ear before the crowd exploded in cheer as the clock ran out.
"I am totally hard right now." Tig muttered to nobody in particular as his eyes stayed affixed to Sydney.
"Yeah... Me too." Juice replied slowly.
"Damn, Princess." Happy stood and cracked his neck. "Better than last time. Who you been trainin with?" The pride for his protege overtook his bitterness over losing.
"This is all me, baby." She flipped her hair.
Half-Sack raised her arm in victory before she bowed for the ecstatic crowd and exited the ring where Clay lifted her up onto his shoulder for a victory lap. Once she was back on land, she turned to Jax who inhaled sharply, waiting for what he knew was coming.
"You up next, VP?" She asked innocently, grabbing her shoes from him and slipping them back on. Jax just shook his head and walked away as she chuckled.
"I'd offer to patch you up, but you're still sittin pretty, angel." Tig husked as he handed off her silver hoops.
"Always." She smirked, laughing when he scooped her into his arms bridal-style and carried her to the clubhouse.
"Where you takin me, Sergeant?" She cooed playfully with suggestion in her narrowing eyes.
"Not where you think, dollface." He growled with a clenched jaw.
Sydney pouted slightly when she didn't get the answer that she wanted as his emphasized alpha-male demeanour made her pussy throb for what she'd gotten a taste of earlier - now she was desperate for more.
"You aren't ready for me yet, sweetheart." He scoffed before setting her down on top of an empty picnic table, knowing exactly what that look meant. "Stay here." Sydney narrowed her eyes as she watched him walk into the clubhouse, rolling them as he disappeared in the crowd.
"Alright, doll." He returned quickly with a bottle of Jack, slamming it down on the table. "Here's how this is gonna work - you're gonna tell me all of this shit that I don't know about you."
"Oh, am I?" She scoffed.
"Yeah. You are." He demanded, sliding the bottle across the table.
"You think that just because you're fucking me full-time, I'm gonna give it all up that easy?" She smirked as she riled him up even further, figuring that if she was already facing punishment she may as well make it worth it. "You'll find out soon enough, Sergeant." She took a gulp from the bottle and stood from the table, shoving it into his chest before winking and strolling into the clubhouse.
"You're gonna regret that, pussycat." Tig growled into her ear when he caught up to her, grinding his teeth when she looked up at him with those wide eyes in response. The intoxicating combination of her deviance mixed with her innocence was driving him absolutely wild, trying as hard as he could to hold off on marching her to the bedroom.
It didn't take long for the victory party to move inside once the object of celebration was no longer occupied - the guys and random SAMCRO associates feeding Sydney shots as they approached her at the bar. She downed a few, passed some off to others, and slid some to Tig before she started refusing them altogether, excusing herself to use the bathroom.
She was not surprised when a confused Tig ran up behind her - but what she was surprised about however, was the amount of concern in his actions as he gently grabbed her waist, stopping her stride instead of pushing her up against the wall or threatening her for toying with him like she'd expected.
Tig pulled her around to face him, crinkling his brows slightly as he met her warm smile and pink cheeks - not what he expected to find. "What's wrong doll?" He asked anyways, even though he was now wondering if maybe he had just overreacted.
"Nothin, Tiggy." She replied sweetly as she smiled up at him and placed her hands on his chest.
"You sure? You're not drinkin?" So far he had yet to see the fish of a girl turn down an open opportunity to drink him and his brothers under the table, but he trailed off when he saw her eyes flash from sweet to sinister.
Sydney leaned in, twirling a hand in her hair as she looked up into his eyes which shone with excitement. "I'm just trying to be a good girl for you, Sergeant. You wouldn't want me to be too drunk and not be able to understand my punishment later. That would mean that I might do it again... And you don't want that, do you?" She spoke in a seductive pout.
"Yeah..." He said in a trance. "Yeah, you're right, babygirl." His tone was gentle and appreciative as he stroked her hair before he kissed her on the forehead. She closed her eyes as his lips met her skin, but they quickly opened back up when she felt the gentle petting on her hair tighten as he gripped it in his fist. "Don't be thinking that's gonna get you off the hook." He sneered low, gritting his teeth before he pushed off of her and walked back out to the party.
Sydey huffed in frustration as she watched him walk away after doing an equally good job at riling her up - she was dying to see what he had in store for her and she was dying to see now.
After Sydney finished up in the bathroom, she headed back out to the party when her eyes landed on the pool-turned-poker table where Chibs, Tig, Bobby, a few randoms that she'd seen at club parties before, and Half-Sack were all getting ready to play.
"Come to watch me clean em out?" Tig pulled her into his lap as she walked over.
"Come to do it myself." She replied cockily, biting her lip as yet another chance to surprise Tig had presented itself without her even trying, knowing that she was really in for it now. "You didn't really think you were going to play without me, did you?" She cocked her head at Half-Sack who looked nervous, immediately dealing her in as she moved to her own chair as far away from Tig as possible, knowing that he would try everything that he could to crack her poker face - and it would probably work. She was sure to grind against him extra hard as she stood up - just for good measure - smirking at him as she sat across the table.
It was over an hour into the game and Sydney was doing just what she had planned. She'd gotten two of the three randoms out entirely and had the biggest stack on the table as Chibs went all in and she successfully called his bluff, getting him out too.
"There is no damn way you're this good at poker." Chibs groaned as he slid his chips to her growing pile.
"Had to pay the bills somehow." She shrugged.
"Figured it was stripping." Bobby scoffed, bringing his beer to his mouth.
"A girl's gotta eat." She replied studiously. "So, who's giving me their money next?"
It was down to the final rounds. Sydney's cards weren't great but by the way that the betting was going - theirs weren't either. This was Bobby's last round as his blinds ran out, figuring that she could end it quickly by going all in and flushing him out.
Tig was trying his hardest to read her expression, studying every inch of her angelic face when suddenly it hit him: the slightest pinkening in her cheeks, something that nobody else would've noticed in the low light.
"All in." He shoved his impressive stack of chips to the centre of the table.
"You sure about that, Sergeant?" Sydney raised a brow.
"Let's go, Princess." He motioned for her to flip her cards.
Sydbey bit her lip as she flipped them, revealing that her hand was only a measly pair of sevens, but a measly pair of sevens appeared to be enough as his face dropped.
"Shit..." He cursed. "You did good, pussycat...But not good enough." It was her face that dropped now when he revealed his pair of eights.
Sydney cursed herself for letting his charm get the better of her as she slid a large majority of her chips over to him, ignoring the satisfied grins from the opponents she'd beaten as Half-Sack dealt what she knew would be the final hand, which played out exactly how she had expected: Tig running up the bets and flushing her out - because it was exactly what she had been doing the entire game. She inhaled sharply as he shot her a shit-eating grin as Bobby handed him his pay out, pushing away from the table and stomping over to the bar where it didn't take long for him to follow.
"Not gonna stick around to congratulate your old man?" She caught the whiff of whiskey and cologne, turning around to see him standing over her. She glared up at him, still pouting over her loss. "That's what good old ladies do, sweetheart." He tried to work her up even more - her trying equally as hard by not giving in - leaning in closer to her ear when she didn't budge. "Thought you were bein a good girl for me tonight, doll?"
She ran her tongue across her teeth, trying her hardest not to let up on her hardened expression as she stared up at him through her eyelashes. She could see the frustration building in him, the fire igniting behind his eyes - trying to keep her raging satisfaction at bay.
Tig looked her up and down and chuckled low in a rumble that was evil enough to scare her a bit, grabbing her elbow and yanking her towards him. "That's enough. My bed. Naked. Ten minutes." He snarled through gritted teeth.
She was fighting everything in her not to submit, and she would've found it much easier to do if he wasn't using his Sergeant's voice. She knew that she couldn't mask the look in her eye, but she didn't move a muscle in her body - her eyes following him as he walked away.
Sydney spent the next eight minutes contemplating whether or not she would show up late, or be waiting for him fully clothed - finally deciding on fully clothed, figuring that she would give him the short-lived satisfaction of watching her walk to his room.
"Hey, can I talk to you there, uh- Heavyweight champ?" Clay approached with a nod, making her chuckle. "You ready to ride out on Monday?"
"Got her all tuned up, figured I'd get it done well you kept my Sergeant busy." She smirked.
"Your Sergeant?" He raised a brow. "So, that's goin well, I take it?"
"Seems to be… He say anythin about it?" She asked as casually as possible.
"More than enough." He raised both brows now, making her blush. "He keepin you happy?" She looked down shyly, brushing her long hair behind her ear to reveal a cluster of both old and new hickeys. "Forget I asked." He winced and looked away dramatically, making her laugh. "You use any of that money yet?"
"Why? You gonna ask for it back?" She mused playfully.
"Nah." He chuckled. "You earned that. Gonna secure our new warehouse this week. Want you there for that."
"Yes, sir." She nodded, inadvertently glancing up at the clock and seeing that she had lost track of time and was due in Tig's room in less than a minute. Panic washed over her face, realizing that it was no longer in her control which command she would be choosing to disobey because at this rate, it would be both. "Uh, it was nice talkin to ya Pres - but I've got somewhere that I need to be." She said as she stood up hastily.
"Everything okay, princess?" He scowled as he saw her expression change.
"If you want me in tip top shape for the ride on Monday... I would suggest that you let me get on my way." She said cryptically, slowly backing away.
"Jesus Christ." He grimaced when he finally caught on with the help of her grin.
Sydney laughed as she took off quickly down the hall, realizing she hadn't seen if Tig was still amongst the party. She silently prayed that he was, opening the door slowly and peering around it, sighing in relief as she stepped into the empty room but her sigh was cut short when her usual favourite scent filled her nostrils. Her stomach sank and her eyes widened as she slowly turned around, jumping when the door slammed behind her.
"Cuttin it close there, dollface." She backed towards the bed as Tig approached her, tall with his chest puffed out, her knees hitting the mattress and causing her to fall back.
"I-I'm sorry Sergeant." She stuttered as he cupped her jaw - rough and assertive. This was the first time that she'd looked at him in her exaggerated innocence completely organically. He moved his hand down to her throat, growing even hungrier when he saw the fear in her eyes.
"You're not sorry yet, darlin." He tipped her head up as he leaned down, kissing her roughly. "Get those clothes off. Now."
She stripped for him deliberately, fast enough to satisfy his command but slow enough for him to enjoy the show - her core igniting with the need to please, trying to maintain her nervous appearance when he walked over and placed his hands gently on her waist. She tentatively reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt, uncertainty in her eyes as she silently asked his permission to which he narrowed his discerningly. She smiled bashfully, biting her lip as she continued where she placed gentle kisses on every bit of his skin that she exposed as she undressed him, pulling away when she heard him chuckling at her efforts, looking up into his eyes apologetically.
Tig was surprised at how good she was at the little girl act considering just how hard of a time she caused for anyone who thought that they could tell her what to do. He pushed her to lay down gently as he straddled her, still wearing his boxers. He kissed her passionately, slowly - confusing her, letting her think that her minimal efforts had actually worked. She ran her fingers through his hair as their tongues tangled with his hands on her waist. She lifted her pelvis to grind against him, trying to get some release but his hand quickly slid down to her hip and pinned her to the mattress.
"Not so fast, babygirl." He spoke softly. "My little princess needs to learn what happens when she tests my patience." His tone changed to a hushed growl directly in her ear.
Sydney's cheeks flushed scarlett and her body was instantly covered in goosebumps as the nervousness returned to her eyes. He kissed gently down her neck, making his way to her nipples, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard. She moaned the way that she thought he'd want - suddenly feeling him cease all contact as his face was at hers again and his hand was gripping her throat.
"You make a single sound and it's game over, pussycat."
"But that's not fair, Serg-" Her whining was quickly cut off by him roughly flipping her onto her stomach, pinning her small frame beneath him as a loud clap echoed off her ass the second that she landed.
"Nah, sweetheart." Spank. "What's not fair." Spank. "Is you." Spank. "Walkin around here." Spank. "Like." Spank. "You own." Spank. "The damn." Spank. "Place." Spank.
Sydney grew unbelievably horny as the stinging that spread through her body turned to adrenaline that needed release. She tensed and wiggled under his grip as she tried to stifle her moans when he rubbed her bright red ass cheeks, soothing the burning that followed the pins and needles. His hand dipped between her legs, grazing her glistening wet folds which made her gasp as her entire body jolted, which she quickly tried to conceal with heavy breathing.
"You like when I punish you, don't you?" Another spank. "Horny little brat."
"No, Sergeant." She lied before he plunged his fingers into her, ripping them out just as quick.
"Liar." He spanked her harder than before.
Sydney felt tears welling up in her eyes as her insides tightened, silently cursing herself for being so weak but she couldn't help it, she would've given anything at that moment if it meant absolution.
"Don't forget what I told you." He pulled her up by her hips so that she was on all fours, snaking his hand down to clamp over her clit, not moving his fingers. "You can lie to me, but this pussy can't." He could feel her trembling as he lowered himself down, his chest on her back, speaking into her ear. "You gonna be a good girl and listen from now on?"
"Yes, Sergeant." She whimpered, instinctively rocking her hips to try and get some friction where his fingers were, grinding her ass against him which earned her another hard spank before he pulled himself away, leaving her on her hands on knees for what felt like ages. The anticipation grew as he moved around the room, undressing himself fully before his hands returned to her ass, making her jolt again - throwing her head back this time to try and contain her gasp
"So beautiful." He mused while rubbing the red handprints that covered her ass, planting open mouthed kisses all around them, occasionally dipping his tongue inside her core. She remained still and quiet - determined to get her reward, opting to clutch violently at the duvet instead.
He pushed two fingers into her when she didn't break, testing to see how far she would push herself - curling them the way that he knew she liked. He found himself getting off like crazy seeing her like this - completely intoxicated by the power that she let him have; letting him take her from the independent woman who played by her own rules, to the obedient little girl that worshipped him like he put the stars in the sky. The reaper princess, the one that no one could handle, completely at his mercy.
"That's enough, babygirl." He decided when his dick became painfully hard, unable to hold out any longer. He pressed a kiss against her cheek as he ran his fingers through her curls gently while she quivered, ignoring the devil on his shoulder that was calling him a pussy for letting her win once again. But even though he was losing, was he really losing?
Sydney had never realized that a man's words could stimulate her so intensely until she met Tig - feeling every one of her female organs twitching, trembling, and teetering as each praise rolled off of his tongue.
"C'mere, angel." He couldn't help himself as he brought her into his arms and placed her onto her back. He hadn't even started fucking her yet and her eyes were already rolling back against his touch, the tears of restraint loosening from them. He lifted her legs and pushed straight into her while she was unfocused where the sudden pressure mixed with the intense wave of pleasure and the relief of finally having him inside of her made her let out a scream. She quickly shut herself up but it was too late, another tear falling when he pulled out of her. He cupped her face with both hands, leaning into her before chuckling sadistically and pushing back into her. He set a brutal pace, the position of her legs on his shoulders causing him to hit her g-spot perfectly with each thrust.
Sydney no longer cared once the sound of slapping skin and the bed frame slamming against the wall filled the room, she was screaming his name, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop even if he wanted to.
Tig quickly felt her clenching around him, holding her head still as he looked deep into her eyes, finally bringing her to her release at the same time that he met his - something that he hadn't anticipated but torturing her had inadvertently done a number on him as well.
All Sydney could do was give in as stars exploded before her, making her vision fade from his gorgeous crystal blue orbs into a spotty black abyss of euphoria.
Tig let her slowly drift back to earth before he pulled out, getting up and walking to the side of the bed where he removed the covers and laid down, pulling her on top of him and covering them both up. She cuddled against his chest as the aftershocks pulsed through her body, humming as he rubbed her back and kept his lips pressed against the top of her forehead - the sweet gesture making her hug him a little tighter.
"Was that too much?" He asked softly as he hooked his fingers under her chin, bringing her heavy eyes up to meet his. He knew that she liked when he exercised his dominance, but the new addition of tears had thrown him for a bit of a loop.
"I'm great, Tiggy." She smiled and bit her lip.
"Oh yeah, princess?" He raised an eyebrow with challenge in his tone as the concern in his eyes turned immediately to lust.
"Mhmm." She hummed, shifting her gaze from his eyes to his lips where she leaned in to recapture them, smiling when she felt him stiffening against her hip.
"You like it when daddy's rough with you?" His hand slid up and down her ribs, the calluses rubbing against the sensitive skin as Sydney felt every single one of her female organs tingle as the word slipped out - biting her lip and widening her eyes as she nodded innocently. "Does my princess want more?"
"More daddy." She whispered.
"Mm, you are perfect." He said dreamily as he caressed her face where she felt her entirety melting against his touch before his hand moved down to her hip, rolling her onto her back. "You're a little slut for me, aren't you?" His hand quickly found her wetness once again.
"Yes." Her eyes fluttered as she moaned - which she was glad to be doing freely this time - lifting her hips to rock against his hand.
"That's right, baby." He whispered against the skin behind her ear.
Before she knew it, much like the first time, he entered her deeply in one swift thrust and a tidal wave of pleasureful shock hit her, causing a scream that caught in her throat as her breath hitched. He pulled out almost all the way, being sure to let her feel every inch as he watched himself slide out between her tight lips.
She leaned up onto her elbows, dragging a foot up his chest as she felt him swell while she clenched tightly around what he had left in her. He hummed in approval as his eyes glossed over the hazy look on her face that could be caused by nothing in this world but the feeling of him inside her. He caressed up her thighs slowly, ghosting his thumbs over her mound as she moaned and clenched even tighter.
"Fuck." He drawled out, eyes rolling back.
"Tiggy." She moaned as he stilled.
"Beg me." He ordered, squeezing her thighs tighter as he leant over her - his lips brushing against her temple as he spoke.
She shuddered, collapsing back onto the bed. "Fuck." She sighed. "Please, Tiggy... Please fuck me." He slowly eased himself in and back out as he did before, watching her eyes roll back as her body curved and quivered under him. "Give it to me. Please."
"Good girl." He hummed before finally beginning to rock into her, being sure that he went as deep as possible so that he got to hear the way that her breath would catch in her throat and feel her tingle when he reached untouched places inside of her. He gripped her waist, pulling her bottom half up into his lap where he pushed even deeper - picking up his pace as he pulled her to meet his thrusts, thoroughly enjoying the view before him.
"C'mon, babygirl. Cum for me." He flicked his thumb over her clit, sending her tumbling down the cliff yet again. He fucked her through her orgasm, glad to have even the tiniest bit more control over himself during the second round as he came not too long after - thanks to her low moans. He pulled out and assumed the same position as before, pulling her to lay across him as they both panted heavily while trying to return to reality.
Once Sydney's breathing had regulated, she reached a hand around to the back of Tig's neck, pulling him with her as she rolled onto her side where she looked up at him deeply, mimicking the same sparkling look of adoration that was in his eyes as he looked down at her.
"I love you." She said quietly as she kissed him, succumbing to the drowsiness.
Tig wound his fingers in her hair, gripping it tight as his arms flexed around her back, pouring his emotions into the kiss before he pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers. "I love you too." He hugged her tight, releasing slightly but keeping a grip firm enough for her to know that was how she would be falling asleep - in his arms, where she belonged.
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Songs for this chapter
Look Back at It - A Boogie wit da Hoodie
positions - Ariana Grande