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Layla waited a long time before she decided to leave the room to find him.

The whole thing was a fucking mess between them.

She really needed to have a better attitude, but not much was going well in her life at the moment.

She went down the hall to the back of the clubhouse and found Silver with a blonde.

He had her bent over some contraption with her bare ass in the air, her pussy available for viewing.

She was restrained, her nipples clamped while he took the leather slapper to her ass cheeks.

With each blow, the blonde moaned.

Both of her cheeks were a nice shade of red with small welts across them.

Layla glanced over at Silver. He didn’t look like he had any intention of quitting.

She took a step inside the room. “Is that what you want me to do?”

He stopped, settling his attention on her. “You’re not made for this lifestyle. Go back to my room.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “You don’t know what I’m made for.”

He snorted.

Instead of continuing with the blonde, he bent to undo the restraints.

Layla looked around the room for the first time, taking it all in.

On the surface, it looked like a medieval torture chamber.

Floggers and paddles of all kinds hung on the wall in front of her.

Cages of different sizes sat off to her left.

There was a machine with a dildo attached that looked interesting and scary at the same time.

Long panels of mirrors were strategically placed along the walls so she could get a view of the entire room from different angles.

Several other pieces of equipment filled the room.

The bench that the blonde stood from was intriguing, but the X in the corner looked more devious. When Silver dismissed the girl, he reached for his beer.

“What are you doing here, Layla?”

She took a few steps into the room and sat on the bench the blond had draped herself over. “You said that we were going to fuck. Let’s fuck.”

“You’re off the hook.”

He took the leather slapper to the wall and hung it up. “I don’t want you anymore. Go home and take care of your sisters.”

His statement hurt more than she expected it to. Not only did he reject her like so many others, but he understood the reasons why she agreed to be his sex slave. Somewhere underneath that bulk of muscle was a heart that Silver didn’t like to show too often. She was pretty sure it had nothing to do with her father and his reign over the club but her. And only her.

He kept his back to her as if it were easier to reject her if he didn’t look at her. His back was smooth and perfectly sculpted from some fancy gym equipment’s repetitions. The black shorts hung on his hips and covered what had to be a fine looking ass. Hairy legs stood hips’ width apart as he worked on winding rope. He was more than a biker. While she’d been his fantasy for a while, he’d also been hers.

Layla dangled her legs off the bench and stared at her toes. “Do you honestly think I don’t know that I’ve been your biggest fantasy since I was thirteen?”

He turned toward her. “What?”

“I saw the way you looked at me. The way you still look at me. You’ve wanted to fuck me since I turned thirteen, you sick perv. Don’t you dare try to convince me that you don’t want me anymore. Be a fucking man and admit that I’m forbidden fruit and you want a taste.”

He lifted his beer to his lips. “I’ve had a taste if you’d recall.”

“And you want more.”

She tilted her head to the side, staring at him. “Here I am.”

She held her arms out.

Somewhere in the midst of everything, she knew he teetered with caring about her like a boyfriend and wanting to fuck her like a Dominant.

She realized that by the way he withdrew when she gave him attitude.

He didn’t know how to do both.

Or be both.

Layla half figured he was afraid of really hurting her and having Torque to deal with.

Or worse, her crying to daddy about all the things he wanted to do with her.

Layla respected her father, but he didn’t need to know anything about her sex life.

And she was pretty certain that Silver would give her far more pleasure than pain.

“Fuck me like you want.”

She stood and turned to face the spanking bench. “I’m not going to break so don’t hold back.”

He stared at her for what felt like an eternity.

Maybe she needed to relieve some tension.

Or maybe he’d frustrated her sexually with the promise of something he never planned to give. Either way, she decided that she wasn’t leaving the room until his cock was finally in her.

“Don’t hold back?”

He lifted his beer to his lips. “Do you have any idea of what you’re saying?”

“The more you question my intelligence, the more I want to punch you.”

She pulled her shirt off. His attention went to her breasts and he licked his lips. “Fuck me like you promised. Don’t hold back.”

She waited. The man was torn. She could see it in his face. Somewhere outside the room, one hell of a party was going on and none of it mattered to them. She didn’t care if people walked by the open door. Or if they stopped in to watch them fucking like animals. She didn’t care. She wanted him, and one way or another she would have him.

“Ah, hell.”

He rubbed a hand over his face as she slipped her shorts from her hips.

The tiny garment fell down her legs to the floor and she kicked them to the side.

She didn’t have the sexy heels or the gobs of makeup that the other woman had, but she bent over the bench in the same fashion.

It was an uncomfortable position, but not unbearable.

She kept her face down and waited for him to restrain her.

It took him a while, but he finally moved forward to fix the buckles in place around her wrists, arms, thighs, and ankles.

When he went to the wall, he took a wicked-looking paddle from it.

Just thinking about him spanking her had her wet.

He moved in behind her and squeezed her cheeks.

Even with all the frustration, she wanted this more than she had realized.

She wanted him more than she cared to admit.

The first slap of the paddle had her ass cheeks burning.

She closed her eyes to really feel what he did to her.

The pain was hot and vibrant with her sensitive cheeks flaming from the one slap.

He did it again to the other check, alternating.

Each slap had a live wire connected to her clit. He knew exactly how to strike her, exactly the amount of force to have her pussy weeping with need.

“I thought I told you that you wouldn’t tell me how to fuck you.”

He smacked her ass. “For that alone I should deprive you of any orgasm.”

Layla dropped her head down. “You’re not that cruel.”

He laughed. “You don’t fucking know me then.”

He stopped and switched the paddle for the leather slapper.

Layla’s ass felt on fire.

Sweat dotted her upper lip as she lifted her head to see where he’d gone.

He came back to her, using the slapper to strike the back of her thigh.

She hissed at the contact and he did it again to the other side. It burned, but nothing like what she’d done to herself.

“Maybe I’ll get Ashley to come in here and suck me off. Your punishment for being bossy.”

He slapped her upper thigh, nearly smacking her pussy. “Or I could fuck her and let you watch. What about that?”

“Why would you fuck her when you have me?”

She clutched the bench as he delivered a slapping sting that made her jump with the contact.

“Greedy little whore.”

He rubbed her flaming ass. “Very confident about my needs. I could ask one of the guys in here. They could fuck you while I watch.”

She didn’t say anything. The last thing she wanted was some guy she barely knew sticking his dick in her. She’d definitely landed in the most defenseless situation with the cocky arrogance that she could actually convince him to give in and fuck her.

“You really want me to fuck you?”

He whispered the question as he slipped his finger between her legs. He pressed his lips against her ass, his beard scratching the sensitive skin. God, she did. Her jaw dropped as he inserted two fingers inside her, while kissing her hot ass.

“Yes,”

she mumbled. “Do it. Fuck me hard.”

Touching her, he skimmed his fingers across the wet lips of her pussy. He held her open and she didn’t miss the soft groan he’d made. Moving in behind her, he brushed the tip of his fat cock the length of her slit. She’d never been so damn desperate for anything in her life. He stopped teasing her and smacked her ass again with the leather slapper. She jumped, her pussy clenching as her ass felt the burn. He did it again. And again. Rubbing his cock along her slit before slapping her ass.

“Fuck me.,”

Layla panted. “Please fuck me.”

He slid his cock up her crack and pressed lightly against her asshole. He could take her there and she’d be helpless to stop him. Holding her breath, she waited. He smacked her ass again, getting back into his rhythm.

Her entire body felt like she’d been jolted with electricity. She needed to be fucked and begging him would get her nowhere. Her neck ached from trying to hold her head up in the awkward position. When he rubbed his cock against her, he finally pushed the tip inside. She moaned at the stretching, desperate for more.

“Ah fuck.”

He pushed more of his dick inside her. “I’m never going to get enough, am I? You know it and I know it. I could fuck you for days and never get my fill.”

He gripped her hips, and in one harsh thrust, he filled her.

Layla cried out, her pussy stretching around him, taking every single inch as he fucked her like a wild man.

Hard sharp strokes had his cock touching every nerve ending inside her.

He bumped the sensitive spot deep inside that had her drowning in ecstasy.

She clutched her hands into fists as he took her, claimed her.

Made her his.

Lifting her head, she caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirrored walls.

She looked wanton.

The sight of him fucking her from behind was erotic.

Hot.

His bare chest gleamed with sweat as he plowed into her.

She took in the hard grip on her hips.

When she finally allowed her gaze to land on his face, he stared back at her in the mirror.

She always thought the expression on a man’s face while he fucked was something entertaining, but Silver held nothing but pure, raw need.

The intensity of his expression did her in.

Layla cried out as her pussy spasmed around him, her entire body going tense as pleasure filled her.

She dropped her head, unable to catch her breath.

He cursed and squeezed her ass, filling her.

Layla opened her eyes to watch him, to see his grim expression turn into that of pleasure.

When he was through, he withdrew and pulled his loose shorts up.

She didn’t realize he hadn’t taken them off.

He bent to undo her ankles first then moved to undo her wrists.

Before she could push up from the bench, he lifted her into his arms.

Silver most definitely was good in bed.

A small smile escaped as he carried her back to his room.

Once inside, he laid her on the bed and closed the door, locking it behind them.

She didn’t bother moving.

Every part of her was content.

“Are you okay?”

he finally asked.

She rolled onto her stomach and cuddled up to the pillow. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

He snorted and glanced away. She watched as he clutched the dresser in thought. Did he have regrets? He finally reached for the packet of cigarettes and lit one up. He kept a distance from her. She never pinned him for the cuddling type, but she didn’t expect him to completely ignore her afterward either.

“Come to bed.”

She patted the space next to her.

He turned and stared at the spot where her hand was. He didn’t like her telling him what to do. Layla pulled the blanket over her. It bugged her that in one single fucking session that she wanted to curl up next to him like he was her boyfriend or something. He wasn’t. Far from it.

He dabbed the cigarette out and walked the short distance to the bed. He pulled his shorts off and climbed into the bed beside her. She turned away from him and he scooted in behind her, lifting her leg over his.

His cock pressed against her and she stiffened. “You’re about as cuddly as a porcupine.”

“It’s difficult to relax when your dick is pushing against me.”

He chuckled. “Baby, you might as well get used to that. I stay hard around you. Sometimes painfully so.”

She relaxed some and let him wrap his body around her. He pressed hot kisses to her shoulder and then her neck. She needed to stop thinking about their arrangement being a short-term thing. He didn’t look like he wanted to get rid of her anytime soon and with the amount of money he gave her and planned to give her, he’d probably want her around for longer than one fuck. But still, the guards were up and she had a very difficult time lowering them, even temporarily.

She shifted and met his gaze. Layla turned, wrapping her arms around his warm body, cuddling up against him. He smiled and pulled her to him, kissing the top of her head before he stroked his fingers along her back. It may not be an ideal situation, but she needed some intimacy. She needed some human contact. It had been so long since someone hugged her. Since someone gave her any type of affection.

He smoothed his hand over her ass. “Are you sore?”

“No.”

She closed her eyes.

“Good.”

He leaned down and pressed his face against her hair, breathing her scent in. He cupped her cheek. “Get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”

She smiled at him and laid her cheek against his chest. For the moment, everything felt right and that was okay with her.