October 2008

The click of her own heels down the quiet hall made her feel jumpy with anticipation. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, she fixed her face into her best scowl and walked into the room. He was laying on the bed, hands folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling. His head swiveled to her as she walked in and he gave her a cocky grin, his charcoal eyes surveying her from head to toe. She had a strappy little body suit over his favorite bra. The bodysuit had little black triangle thong that covered his favorite part of her, but he was sure he could smell her arousal from his position feet away.

One large hand left his head to adjust his bulge as his eyes fell on her black boots wrapped around the soft skin of her thighs. The sensual combination of the dark leather against her pale flesh exhilarated him. He couldn't wait to feel the material against his shoulders as he ate her out. A brief fantasy flashed through his mind's eye of her wearing his kutte while riding his cock.

"Damn, bab—"

"Don't speak." She interrupted sharply, striking a pose at the edge of the bed, one hip jutting out. The sex part she was confident in, the dominating side… she'd find out shortly how that was gonna go over. Her stomach was tight in knots with excitement and anticipation.

"Take your clothes off." She commanded sharply and he raised a brow at her in amusement.

"…What?" She could hear the humor in his gravelly voice.

"You heard me." She hissed, annoyed that he thought she was being funny. Short of rejection, him laughing at her was a worst possible scenario. Fortunately, his response seemed only to incense her further as her eyes narrowed. He rolled his eyes and sat up, pulling his shirt over his head, chuckling to himself as he played along. She snatched the shirt from his grip and gently slapped his cheek to get his attention.

She grabbed his jaw tightly, sharply turning him to look at her with his surprised eyes. Finally. She leaned in slowly to give him a kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth before he even had time to process what was happening; she kissed him the way he kissed her.

"You been drinkin' my whiskey?" He asked as she pulled away, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he took in this new side of her. Any time he'd offered her some, she'd crinkled her nose and turned away, gagging dramatically.

"My house, my whiskey." She dismissed.

"That right?" He chuckled lowly. "Mine, mine, mine." He imitated with another chuckle. "Feelin' selfish tonight?"

"Hey, tough guy. You think I'm funny?" She taunted with a smirk. He shrugged, and she was briefly distracted by the ripple of his bare, tattooed muscles. Fuck, he was hot. She climbed to place a knee between his thighs, pressing weight into his groin just shy of hurting him. "You think I'm funny now?" She asked as he swallowed, his pupils blown wide. He shook his head slowly and she smirked again before patting his cheek. "Good boy. Take off the rest of your clothes." He licked his lips as he slowly slipped off the bed to stand and remove his jeans and boxer briefs, letting them fall to the floor shamelessly. His arrogant head cocked to the side in amusement as she eyed his fully erect cock.

"See something you like?" He jested, pulling on his member suggestively. She scoffed. He smirked with an eye roll at her false denial but didn't comment on it, too distracted by the unfolding events.

"Now what?" He asked expectantly, eyes heating up as they grazed over her tight little body all wrapped up in black straps. He'd let her little game play out, since seeing her act like this made him harder than he'd been in a long time. It wasn't like he was bored with her, they had a lot of great sex, but it'd been a while since he'd seen the commanding little sexual force she'd been when they'd first gotten together. She reached over to the nightstand and pulled it open, fishing out the metal cuffs kept in there. His brow raised with interest as they dangled from her manicured finger.

"Ok, get on the bed." He stated, reaching for the cuffs. She chuckled and pulled them out of his grasp.

"They're not for me tonight." She stated pointedly. His gaze steeled immediately.

"No." He responded flatly; all humor drained from his voice. "No fucking way." He deflected, crossing his arms. She raised a brow and fake-pouted.

"Please? For me?"

"Ain't gonna happen."

"You saying no to me?" She asked warningly, sauntering closer to him and gripping his cock at the base tightly. He groaned at the unexpectedly firm touch and almost winced as she flexed her grip around him tightly.

"I'm sayin' no." He reiterated firmly, moving his hips to try to gingerly remove himself from her grasp.

"You gonna tap out like a little… pussy boy?" She teased darkly and his chest puffed in response, his eyes narrowed.

"The fuck did you just call me?" He hissed, trying to block out the feeling of her hand now sliding up his length. She knew exactly how to play him. Fuck if he was gonna back down after she threatened his masculinity.

"You heard me. You want me to stop, use the safe-word." She declared, pulling at his length more aggressively. She knew her hand was dry, and that the friction she was making was likely edging on uncomfortable. She leaned up to whisper, "I'll remind you… I've never used the safe word." His eyes cut through her cautiously, hating that her words were making him harder because she was right. Immediately, flashed of all the kinky shit she'd done for him flashed through his mind. He'd tried to push her to use the safe-word on a few occasions, just to see if she would. But she never did, trusting him wholeheartedly not to go too far. Goddammit.

"If you're a good boy, I might let you touch me afterward." She offered with a sweet look, her kohl-rimmed eyes looking up at him, her neck craned up despite her heeled boots. She saw a flash of red-hot desire in his eyes as he glanced back at the handcuffs.

"What's to stop me from touching you now?" He pushed back and she slapped him across the face before his last word was out. He grunted and adjusted his jaw. That hit had been harder than before and she saw his cock jump between them, his body betraying his attraction.

"Bad boys don't get rewards." She tsked, knowing he'd be torn. His very ego rested on being perceived as an outlaw who was down for whatever, but she also knew he hated the idea of being restrained. She beamed up at him expectantly as she dangled the handcuffs before him. He groaned and rolled his eyes heavenward before holding one forearm out, wrist facing upward in offering.

"Fuckin' better be worth it." He grumbled to her as she gleefully clasped one of the handcuffs around his wrist.

"Please, you make me wear these all the time." She stated impishly, dropping character just enough to remind him he was with her, and she knew him more intimately than anyone. "Lay back." She stated, shoving him a little, giggling when he glowered at her in response. He did as he was told, albeit slowly for emphasis that he wasn't 100% on board with this treatment. Surprise, surprise, her outlaw didn't like being told what to do. The steel rod bobbing between his legs was telling her otherwise.

"That's my good boy." She praised affectionately as he slid up the bed and submissively raised his hands above his head.

"If you fuckin' tickle me, I will murder you." He grumbled. She giggled in response, but he just glared at her. She nodded once in understanding as she climbed over him, straddling his broad chest as she looped the loose cuff around a bar on the headboard and clasped it around his other wrist loosely.

She looked down at him as he glanced up at his wrists, pulling them gently to test their security before sighing and looking back up to her in defeat, his eyes dark and intense. He was uncomfortable with this newest development, she could see it in the tension in his muscles, but he was still trying to be a good sport so she would reward him for that. She smirked down at him and crawled up until her knees were on either side of his head. His broad shoulders and biceps along his head forced her to spread wide, but she managed, holding onto the headboard for support. She saw him inhale deeply, eyes closing as he smelled her arousal above his face.

"You see what you do to me?" She stated flippantly. "You go on all these runs, doing God knows what with God knows who, and I'm left here all alone like this, night, after night, after night..." She sighed, sounding bored, pulsating her hips over his face with each repeated word. She slid a hand behind her to dance across his chest and abs, nails dragging playfully across his ink, taking time to soak in all of the art he carried with him.

"Maybe I should just leave you like this. Face inches from my pussy but unable to touch it. You want that? You want my pussy to be untouchable?" She asked, taking her hand from his belly to push his forehead down, pressing his head into the bed as he tried to lift up toward her apex. "Ah, ah, ah. Trying to break rules already, outlaw? I asked if I should keep my pussy from you; untouchable."

"No." He finally rasped his answer; his voice gravellier than usual. She practically felt the rumble of his words inches from her pussy.

"Hmm… that wasn't very convincing…"

"The fuck you want me to say?" He grunted, rattling his cuffs against the bars for emphasis.

"Convince me you deserve a taste."

"You know I do."

"Maybe I'll call one of your brothers to come and show me what a real man is like…" His eyes darkened and he jerked his wrists against the bed frame. "I'll let you watch while he uses me… Makes me cum over and over again on his face, and his fingers, and his huge…cock." She pretended to consider, sliding a hand down her belly into her thong. His eyes darted to watch her actions, inches from his face. He could smell the delicious scent of her juices; he could see the glistening of her moisture leaking through the delicate fabric. She moaned softly and closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the fantasy.

"Gimme that pussy." He argued, trying to lift his head again. "I'll show you a real man."

She finally released the pressure on his forehead, allowing him to lift up and bury his nose in her covered crotch as she removed her fingers.

"Fuck, you smell so good." He groaned, pulling against his restraints again before growling in frustration.

"Lick me." She commanded.

"Move your panties." He shot back sharply. She smack his cheek again softly and he jumped.

"Fuckin' slap me again and see what happens." He threatened darkly. She blew a kiss down toward him teasingly before raising herself up and turning around to face to foot of the bed. She positioned herself over his face again.

"Lick. Me." She stated firmly. He leaned to bite the skin of her thigh only just hard enough it left the indentation of his teeth, before flattening his tongue against the damp cloth covering her opening.

"You're gonna have to do better than that to keep me interested." She chided. "Should I scroll through your phone and see which of your brothers is free tonight?"

"Let me out of these cuffs and I'll keep ya interested all fuckin' night." He insinuated, breathing heavily against her apex.

"Hmm… no. You don't need your hands. Not yet." She dismissed sweetly, feeling the high of her power trip as he grunted and pulled at the cuffs in agitation. She saw the ripple of tension go through the muscles of his chest to his abs to his legs. God, he was like a fucking caged animal and it made her so hot. "Again." She stated, pointing at her pussy, even though she was pretty sure he couldn't see her gesture from her angle. He huffed but set to work lapping at the satin covering her cunt as best he could. Soon she was moaning and grinding on his chin.

"That's it, baby." She praised, letting her head fall forward as she moved over him. She leaned forward even further to lick down the middle of his delicious abs. One slender hand gripped his cock, holding it up as she licked his tip softly, tasting his pre-cum. His groan sent a vibration through her and made her buck against him.

"You gonna cum?" He asked, unable to stop himself. She chuckled.

"You're so cute… you think that's enough to get a woman off? I might end up having to just get my vibrator and get myself off at this rate." She teased and he bit her thigh again. She lifted off and peeked at him in the space between their bodies. His face glistened with her moisture, but she could see how turned on he was.

"Watch it…" He warned and she winked down at him.

"I'd let you watch it, don't worry." She giggled, taking his words and twisting them around. "In fact… maybe I'll just use your cock to get me off…" He grunted in approval as she climbed off him. He groaned a little at the loss of her pussy so close to his face but shuddered in anticipation as she moved her face closer to his quivering rod. He strained against the handcuffs as he felt her warm breath against the sensitive skin where her tongue had just caressed. It hadn't been enough. Like scratching an itch through jeans.

"You been getting this wet in other girls?" She asked sharply, slapping the skin of his inner thigh making him jump.

"Jesus Christ, be careful." He hissed, shifting his hips, not liking her smacking anything that close to his most prized organ.

"You didn't answer me. You been dipping what's mine in some road whore's filthy pussy?"

"No." He spat out, trying to buck his hips closer to her face. She leaned to lick the skin of his belly around the base of his cock, careful not to touch the swollen rod.

"You sure? You sure you have been slipping between the kidneys of some gash?" She goaded and he grunted. "'Cause I don't wanna put anything in my mouth that's been in some dirty cunt."

"Jesus, Sara. I said no. Fuckin' blow me already." He groaned, blinded by desire.

"No. You haven't earned it." She said harshly, moving to stand beside the bed. He looked at her with panicked eyes, wondering why she was getting up, wondering for a brief moment if she was gonna leave him here like this. He relaxed when she winked and slipped off the teddy and her thong.

"Take off the bra too." He urged and she raised a scathing brow. "… if you want." He added as an afterthought, the words foreign in his mouth. She tsked and crawled toward his hips, bra still intact but allowing no modesty as her nipples strained against the delicate material, the rosy pink obvious peeking through the dark lace.

"It's so cute you think you can tell me what to do, and you'll think I'll listen…" She sighed, moving to straddle him so she was facing his feet. He groaned as her warm pussy slid over the length of his cock.

"Fuck," he hissed in ecstasy, toes curling a little at the feeling. He lifted his head to try to watch; straining his neck he could see slide over him slowly.

"Aww, my little boy gonna blow his load already?" She pouted over her shoulder at him and he glared at her, yanking his wrists so the cuffs rattled loudly against the bars.

"Fuck you, bitch." He spat angrily, eyes briefly glaring at the Reaper on her kidney, mocking him with its cursive wording.

"That's the plan." She responded impishly, lifting up to slide onto his cock swiftly, taking him all the way to his base while he was distracted.

"Oh fuck." He grunted loudly; abs tightened as he tried to fight off the tingling at the base of his spine. "Let me go." He urged, pulling on the cuffs and twisting beneath her, trying to buck up into her as she began to move over him. He watched as her ass bounced over his hips, rippling with each thrust. "Fuck, Sara, let me go; come on baby. I get it. Fuck, I get it, woman. I ain't fuckin' no other girls; just want fuck you." He whined carelessly. "I don't give a fuck about them. Fuck, come on."

Sara looked over her shoulder in surprise, wondering if she'd broken him completely as he rambled and yanked his wrists. "SARA, LET ME GO." He growled loudly, visibly escalating as the handcuffs prevented his touch. She slid off of him to turn to watch him, writhing and seething beside her, practically steaming with pent up testosterone. Every muscle in his body was straining and she worriedly glanced at the headboard bars wondering how structurally sound they were. He glared up at her as she grinned down at him, loving seeing him wild for her.

"I swear to God woman…" He threatened and she knew he'd had about as much as he could take. She smirked at him before rolling her eyes and moving toward the side table to grab the key to the cuffs.

"Relax before you hurt yourself." She chided, slipping back into her normal voice.

"The only fuckin' thing I'm hurting is your cunt once you let me up." He growled, chest heaving, eyes rabid as he watched her slip the key into the opening on the first cuff. Once it was open he pulled his hand free and flipped her over, plunging into her sharply as she arched, shrieking in surprise. She laughed euphorically, lost in the sudden sensation of being filled so aggressively. Thank god, she'd been soaked.

"Fuck-Oh-Ohh-ohh god, Hap." She screamed as he pushed into her hard enough that he had to hook a hand under her back to grip her shoulder so she wouldn't slide up the bed. He growled loudly into her neck as his mouth assaulted her with some feral combination of kisses and bites and tongue. She laughed again wildly as he pushed her thigh up next to her body to allow for deep thrusts. She was beyond being able to keep up with his thrusts and was forced to just lie there and take it. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes as she shook and quivered under him.

"Oh fuck." He grunted into her neck, releasing her thigh to catch one of her bouncing breasts. He angrily pushed her bra upwards before manhandling her flesh just the way she liked, her back arching up to him reflexively.

"Yesss…" She hissed, digging a boot heel into the strong thick muscle of his ass. He grunted and thrust harder, forcing a loud cry to emit from her as he hit her limit inside.

"You're my only bitch." He grunted between strained thrusts and her eyes snapped open to meet his. He practically saw hearts explode in her eyes and he smirked down at her.

"What?"

"You heard me." He taunted, using the tone she'd used on him earlier.

"Say it again." She urged, squeezing her eyes shut and tightening around him, her pussy like a vice as her skin flushed red.

"There's no one else." He stated, groaning loudly and burying his face in her neck as the burn in his back started to fire electrical current down his limbs.

"Again!"

"Goddammit, woman, you're it." Her walls spasmed tightly around him, pulling at him as she erupted in ecstasy. "Fuck I'm gonna cum…" He groaned, thrusting rapidly before releasing with a guttural moan followed by a gasp for air. His hips jerked into hers uncontrolled as he pumped every last ounce deep into her, marking her as his in the most primal way.

"Holy shit…" He rolled off of her and threw an arm over her face as he tried to control his breathing, and his heart rate, and his fucking emotions. Fuck, he was seeing stars and shit. He briefly worried that his legs might never get feeling back again. After a moment he felt her curl up into his side, sliding one leg over his. Lifting one arm so she could nestle beside him, he winced and jerked as her thigh brushed his sensitive cock but relaxed as she stilled. Her arm snaked across his chest and he felt her press kisses into his sweaty chest.

"I love you." She whispered softly. He clapped her on the ass enthusiastically in response, face still buried under his other arm. He was in sensory overload. He was sure he'd never came that hard before and was surprised at his body's visceral reaction, eyes nearly spilling over with overwhelmed tears as his neurons tried to figure out what the hell just happened.

"Did I break you?" She giggled, although he could hear the concern at the edges of her voice.

"No… I'm good." He mumbled, wiping his face with his hand before turning to look at her, still seeing spots at the edges of his vision. She grabbed his wrist and her brow furrowed, seeing the bruising already developing.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered, looking up at him unsure. He shrugged, staring up at the ceiling.

"Don't be. That's the hardest I ever came before." He smirked as a slow smile formed on her face. "You get off on that shit?" He asked after a moment glancing over at her. She looked up at him in confusion.

"Which part?"

"The whole... dominatrix shit." He gestured to her boots and disheveled bra.

"A little, it was fun to be bossy and tell you what to do for once." She answered with a smile.

"You tell me what to do all the time." He teased and she rolled her eyes.

"You know what I mean."

"You done it before?" He asked hesitantly and she paused, leaning down to kiss one of his tattoos before responding.

"No, he wasn't into things like that." She finally replied, knowing fully well he was asking about if she'd done it with Ryan.

"Where'd you learn that shit then?"

"Ran a brothel, remember?" She answered as if it were obvious.

"'t was hot." He admitted.

"Don't think it's really my thing though. Maybe just for special occasions." She smiled as she shrugged again.

"Good. I ain't getting' cuffed every night." He scoffed. "Speaking of…" He held up the wrist on her hip and the handcuff was still dangling from that arm. It clicked in her that she'd only unlocked one of them before he'd taken back control.

"Oh right." She giggled, feeling around until she found the key and unhooked the metal link. She slipped her boots off and tossed them on the floor as well.

"Most fun I've had in bracelets." He admitted as she snuggled back into him.

"I was really nervous." She admitted with a small laugh.

"'bout the cuffs?"

"The whole thing really."

"Don't be. You'd look hot in a fucking garbage bag and if I wasn't into it, I'd still fuck you, just in a different way." He assured, somewhat crassly, but she appreciated the sentiment.

"So… don't wanna start shit but… wanna tell me what the fuck sparked this?" He finally asked when blood returned to his brain. She shook her head and rested her cheek against his chest.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." She dismissed.

"…okay." He responded skeptically, not believing she wasn't going to say more.

"It's just that…." She started and he smirked at the ceiling. There it was. "Cherry may have let it slip that you might have hooked up with a girl in Nevada." Sara admitted, unable to stop the words once they started coming out. "And you know that I have a sensitive spot about Nevada sluts." She ended, bitterly. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Goddamn, woman. I thought you let this go?"

"Well clearly I didn't." She stated petulantly.

"Christ, Sara. I can't have you breathin' down my goddamn neck every time I go on the road." He grumbled, rubbing his face in frustration. "I dunno how to be more clear about it."

"I just need to know that I'm the only one that matters." She shrugged self-consciously.

"I've told you that before; you just ain't believin' it." He accused with a rasp. "You gotta stop lettin' this shit get to you. I ain't your ex so stop fuckin' draggin' me for shit he did." It came out harsher than he'd intended but he really was sick of hearing it. He wasn't keeping some secret girlfriend out there. He rubbed his face again as he tried to rein in his agitation. With an eye roll he heard her sniff and shake beside him. Goddammit.

"What the fuck you cryin' for?" He asked, glancing down at her.

"I know it's crazy. I just can't help it; I just feel like no matter what, I'm gonna end up in the same situation over and over again and there's nothing I can do about it. I mean, fuck. Gemma's a scary badass woman and Clay's shit still came back to bite her in the ass."

"The shit with Gemma and Clay was a fluke; Cherry didn't even come back for Clay. As far as your ex keepin' secret love nests, you just gotta trust I respect you enough not to fuck you over like that." He sighed. "Besides, you're enough work as it is; I got no intention of doublin' down and trying to keep two bitches happy." He joked half-heartedly, nudging her slightly. It was true, he had no intention of shacking up with another woman. Nonetheless he still didn't want to lay around and talk about his feelings and shit, no matter how much he loved her. Her breathing started to calm as she got control of her tears.

"Hey, ain't you supposed to be the one givin' me aftercare after the BDSM shit?" He goaded, squeezing her hip encouragingly. She laughed a little into his chest and pressed kisses across his collarbone and up the side of his neck.

"You okay after all that?" She asked kissing the corner of his mouth and looking down at him seriously.

"Ego's a little bruised." He smirked back, letting her know he was just fine. "You call me a pussy-boy again and I'll tan ya hide."

"Aww, my big, tough, sexy biker threatened by his little, sweet, innocent girl?" She giggled. He snorted and moved to tickle her ribs. She shrieked and laughed loudly at the unexpected assault as he took the opportunity to flip her under him.

"Innocent, my ass."

"I'm sorry I'm crazy." She whispered up at him. "I just need you to be mine." He leaned down to kiss her forcefully.

"I am." He admitted with a serious tone.

"Don't hurt me, Happy Lowman." She warned lowly, cupping his face in her hands. "I couldn't take it."

"I won't." He promised with a nod before shaking it off and smirking, "Now spread those thighs for me, little girl, and I'll give you what's yours again."

"Jesus, already?" She asked incredulously but wrapped her legs around his hips nonetheless. Being in charge was fun and all, but the way he was always so cocky just did something to her.

"You thought you lockin' me up and teasin' me was gonna be a one-and-done? Don't you know me at all?" He teased, slipping his hand between her legs and pushing into her, their mixed fluids dripping out around his fingers.

A/N: There you are my loves. Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews, and even a few PMs. Think of reviews as food for my muse. Happy New Year, reader.