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“Well, look who decided to walk back into the club life.”

One of the Charming Bastards women snorted as Layla walked by.

Layla walked with a tote bag on her shoulder full of all the possessions she owned.

Her father had only invited her to the clubhouse a few times in the past but he was always with her and she never left his sight unless she had to use the bathroom.

This was an entirely different scenario.

Silver pointed to the bar. “Go sit.”

“Does Torque know she’s here? With you no less?”

“It’s none of your fucking business, Lauren.”

Another woman came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. “Hey, baby.”

Layla watched him pull the woman’s arms away from him, barely catching her hand before she cupped his crotch.

Layla gave him her back.

What he did was none of her business.

She knew that.

They weren’t in a relationship.

He could go out and fuck anything in a skirt right in front of her if he wanted.

But he didn’t share her with anyone.

It seemed one-sided from her perspective, but most men were.

They didn’t care about the feelings of women.

They just wanted them for one thing: a hole to shove their cock in.

And Silver made even more demanding rules for her.

He got to decide when it ended.

It could be tomorrow, next week, next year—she really didn’t know.

Layla scraped her nail against the wooden bar top.

She wasn’t entirely sure why she agreed to it.

Maybe a small part of her liked that Silver still held some interest in her.

With working all the time, she didn’t have many friends or boyfriends.

What limited experience she had with sex came from wild nights in the back of a Toyota Corolla.

And they weren’t that wild.

She probably could have went to her father not that it mattered now.

He would have given her the money without requiring anything of her.

He would have taken her in with open arms and demand his minions to watch out for her, or more importantly not touch her.

She glanced around at the lifestyle she knew very little about.

Girls walked around scantily clad.

Lauren had been there for as long as Layla could remember.

She nominated herself to be more or less the queen bee of the Charming Bastards MC.

She didn’t like newcomers and she didn’t seem to like that Silver brought Layla here.

After talking to her for a moment, she glanced Layla’s way before turning and heading the other direction.

Much like her father, Silver had created a bubble around her.

No one was allowed to go near her.

Seclusion from the club.

Seclusion from the camaraderie.

Blowing out a breath, she watched as Silver chatted up another girl.

The problems here seemed less important than her real-life problems.

Like her sister.

Chrissy was diagnosed nearly three months ago with leukemia.

The medicine alone was enough of a worry.

Treatments started last month, and even with insurance, she couldn’t afford it.

Her baby sister needed something necessary for life and she couldn’t afford it.

She licked her lips trying to push those thoughts away.

That was the reason why she’d said yes.

She knew it.

Right or wrong, she’d take care of her sister.

If Silver could assist her with the financials, then she could be his sexual plaything.

She had to believe that the money would help Chrissy.

The treatments were the only thing that could save her.

“Let’s go.”

Layla turned and stood from the stool.

While she was lost in thought, most of the men had left the room.

Not daring to inquire about it, she followed him down a hallway off to the left.

The walls were painted black with each doorway a different color.

Silver’s door was ironically painted silver and he pulled out a key to unlock it.

Inside was a nice apartment set up.

A small kitchen area took up one side of the room.

There was an unkempt bed in the center of the far wall and a bathroom off to the left.

Apparently, this was her home now.

While not as bad as her nearly bare apartment, she might as well get used to it.

“People are going to ask why you’re here.

They’re going to wonder why you’re with me.

Since I like to keep my personal shit private, I don’t want you to say anything.

Direct them to me if they get nosy.”

Layla sat her bag down next to the door.

“So I just lay there in the bed, legs spread, waiting for your return?”

He pushed her up against the wall, gripping her neck.

For a moment, she feared him.

Feared what he could and would do.

Her mother had told her things that they did with their women.

The beatings.

Rapes.

She wanted to believe that her father being the president gave her some sense of protection here.

That Silver’s infatuation with her had some sense of fortification with what he planned to do with her.

She thought she’d prepared herself for the situation but in the moment, she wasn’t sure anything could prepare her to be abused or mistreated by him.

“That smart mouth will not win you any points with me.”

She swallowed and he released his grip.

“Your daddy isn’t here to protect you. I’m all you’ve got. I’d suggest you think about that before you pop off at me again.”

He let her go and she took a deep breath. Layla watched as he took her in, his watchful gaze assessing her every move. He tugged on her shorts before he slipped his fingers beneath the hem and squeezed her ass.

“I like rough sex.”

He rubbed between her cheeks. “I want you tied up while I fuck you.”

He rubbed her bottom hole.

Layla bit her lower lip.

Despite her fear, she liked his touch.

He invaded her space.

Demanded her attention.

She pressed her hands to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his thin cotton shirt.

Heat radiated off him.

He smoothed his other hand along her lower stomach and she widened her stance slightly.

When he touched her, it was light.

He slid his fingers through her slit, delving into her hot moisture.

When he pulled her hair earlier, she liked it.

She liked his control.

She liked his power and dominance.

He slipped two fingers inside her and she clutched him, wondering how he’d feel when he was balls-deep inside her, that thick cock of his stretching her, fucking her into oblivion.

He brushed his thumb back and forth against her clit while he pumped in and out of her.

His other hand squeezed her ass. He leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

“After all these years I never expected your sweet ass to come to me. Are you going to let me take you to my playroom and have my way with you?”

“I’ll do whatever you want,”

Layla responded. “Fuck me like you want.”

“I will.”

He withdrew his fingers. “That sweet cunt is mine. Take off your clothes.”

He moved away and for the second time in an hour, she took her clothes off, standing before him completely naked.

He opened a closet and pulled out a container.

He didn’t open it but sat it on the bed for later, she assumed.

Bondage was a club thing.

She’d heard about the playroom.

While she didn’t dabble much in kink, she liked the idea of it.

Licking her lips, she thought about what it would be like to have him dominate her.

To tie her up and smack her ass until she begged him to come. The idea had her anxious to see what he wanted to do with her.

“I think this deal we made got off to a bad start.”

He stood in the middle of the room staring at her. “You don’t dismiss me when we’re through. You don’t tell me what you’re going to do, or what I’m going to do to you. Do you understand me?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“Yes, Sir,”

he corrected.

She licked her dry lips. “Yes, Sir,”

she repeated.

“Get on your knees.”

Layla dropped to her knees in front of him.

The gray carpet was soft beneath her and she was thankful for it.

Glancing up at his large body, he looked much taller.

More mean and intimidating.

Even with all her thoughts of fun and games, she really didn’t know him.

Her vulnerability went up a notch as he took her stance in.

Since she was naked and he was fully clothed, she was in no position to test him.

She wanted to believe that he was the kind of lover she wanted, but the nagging thoughts of what her mother had told her kept her in reality.

Aside from the abuse, club members were notoriously known for trading women like the property they were considered.

If Silver owed some kind of debt, he could give her to the person he owed and they would then have full control over her and the situation.

Right now, she believed he liked her enough that that wouldn’t happen.

For the most part, the erotic stories her mother and others told made her wet. But there were some, and a very important few indeed, that scared the hell out of her.

“When you greet me, you get on your knees, head down and wait for me to acknowledge you.”

He reached for a cigarette from his dresser. “Naked.”

She let out a breath. So he wanted her naked. It’d definitely cut back on her need to do laundry. She nodded, unsure of what he expected of her. She didn’t dare speak again, not after his warning about popping off at him.

He took a drag, eyes still on her. “Are you scared of me?”

Layla jerked her attention to him. “No.”

“No?”

He leaned against the dresser.

There was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel okay.

Even with all the uncertainty, she didn’t believe that he would hurt her.

She imagined that in his preamble that he planned to do rough things with her sexually.

Some of it might be painful, but not in a negative way.

She took a deep breath, wondering what he expected her to say. If she feared him, she couldn’t have agreed to their arrangement. It simply wouldn’t work.

“No.”

She spoke with more confidence though he didn’t seem to buy it. “Do you want me to fear you?”

He puffed on his cigarette, the end burning a bright orange with each inhale. Smoke drifted into the air, the tension growing thicker as each moment passed. Silence filled the area and Layla wondered if he was trying to decide or if he simply wanted to make her feel uneasy. He was pretty damn good at making her uneasy.

“Fear? No.”

He finally responded, tapping his cigarette in an ashtray on the dresser. “You feared the club attacking you like wolves. It was probably a healthy reaction too, because given your position, they’d definitely take advantage.”

She pursed her lips. “You too? You would have taken advantage?”

He drew from his cigarette. “I am, aren’t I?”

She didn’t say anything. Him taking advantage of the situation was different. She didn’t have much regret about rolling around with him. She didn’t think he did either. His hard cock pressed against his fly and Layla was sure that when he decided to finally take her, that he’d be what she’d imagined him to be. It was a twisted attraction and she didn’t want to analyze it.

He stamped out his cigarette and walked toward her and held out his hand. “Get up.”

Layla was sure that the proffered hand meant she had to take it so she did. He smoothed his fingers along her arm before slipping his hand to her stomach. He liked touching her. It wasn’t uncommon given the state of intimacy they were in, but she’d never had a man touch her the way he did. Her former lovers more or less pawed at her body. Silver touched her with skill, with experience. He knew what he liked and he knew what she would like.

He cupped her breast in one hand, squeezing gently before rubbing her hard nipple with his thumb. Each passing was a live wire connected straight to her pussy. He leaned in and pulled the hard tip into his mouth, sucking. She clutched at his arms, dropping her head back as his warm mouth pulled at her breast. He switched to the other side and did the same thing before moving back and looking at her.

“You were made for fucking.”

She swallowed. “Thank you?”

He chuckled and stepped back. She watched as he went to the container he’d retrieved earlier. Inside was a variety of things and he laid them out on the bed. A ball gag. Rope. Handcuffs. Flogger. Nipple clamps. Leather slapper. Dildo. Butt plug. There was other stuff in the container but instead of showing her, he sat it aside.

“Pick something for me to use on you.”

She stared at the gadgets.

The only thing she’d ever see in person were handcuffs.

And they weren’t used for kinky sex either.

She didn’t like the idea of being locked up like a criminal, so she ignored that.

The ball gag and the flogger scared her.

Nipple clamps looked like they’d hurt too much.

She’d heard things about dildos but never tried one.

She wasn’t sure what he planned to do with that if she gave it to him. The butt plug too. So that left the leather slapper. He didn’t look like he’d beat the shit out of her with it. She trusted him at least that much. It was small and it didn’t look like it would cause that much pain. But then again, Silver was a big man with muscles. He could inflict pain if he wanted, with or without an implement.

She reached for the leather slapper and turned toward him.

His face was hard with no inclination of a reaction to her choice.

It didn’t really matter what he intended to do.

He would do what he want, per their agreement.

“That’s the one you want?”

She nodded. “Yes…Sir.”

He took the leather slapper and smacked it against his hand. He went to the bed and dropped the gadgets in his container. When he was through, he looked up at her.

“Lie back on the bed.”