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Silver never went to the theater. He never entertained the idea of taking a woman there or spending time with her enjoying one of the latest movie releases. But he found himself paying for two tickets to see some damn romantic comedy that Layla picked out. They went inside and he decided to get popcorn and drinks. She looked nervous standing beside him. He’d taken off his cut and simply wore a white shirt and jeans, but she looked like she didn’t feel comfortable with him.

He reached for her hand and pulled it up to his lips to kiss the soft skin there. The small gesture seemed to ease some of her tension, but he couldn’t help but wonder what her demeanor was about. He got the popcorn and drinks and they headed into the theater.

“Do I want to know why you decided to take me to the movies?”

She took the popcorn from him and tossed a few in her mouth.

“I don’t fucking know.”

He sipped his drink. “What’s this about?”

She smiled and leaned in to lay her head on his shoulder. “It has graphic sex in it. I thought you’d like it.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her. They watched the movie together and he had to admit it wasn’t horrible. Layla laughed throughout and he was happy to see her smile return. When it was over, he led her out of the theater and back to his bike.

“Thanks for that.”

Layla climbed on the bike before he got on. “I had fun.”

He didn’t say anything as he swung his leg over the seat and started the bike up. Her arms came around his waist as she pressed her cheek to his shoulder. It didn’t take too long to get back to the clubhouse and he parked the bike and killed the engine. Layla let him go long enough to climb off the bike. Once he was standing to the side, she wrapped her arms around him again.

“Layla, what’s wrong?”

He extracted her arms from his waist and forced her to look at him. Damn, she was the only woman he knew that could look like a Victoria Secret model in a lumpy, oversize sweatshirt and plain jeans.

“I don’t know.”

She ran her fingers through her hair. “I just want to be with you. It’s been a shitty day. We had fun at the movies. I don’t want that to end.”

He leaned in to kiss her. After pocketing his keys, he pulled her against him. She felt so good pressed up against his body. He withdrew from her and rubbed his finger along her jaw.

“Come on.”

The partying was nothing out of the ordinary. Silver led her inside the clubhouse which had turned into one big fucking orgy. Dooby was giving it to some girl in the ass while Joker had Lauren on her knees sucking his cock. Tank was fucking two women at the same time, thrusting in one a few times then switching to another. It was definitely a sight to see if someone was a complete virgin to the experience.

He grabbed Layla’s hand and led her through the mess of grunting and moaning bodies. He pressed his big boot to Rascal’s pasty white ass as he fucked some girl on the floor. Rascal turned, ready to tell him to fuck off, but smiled instead when he saw it was Silver. Mac snorted something off some girl’s humongous tits. Too much testosterone in one building led to fighting or fucking. All things considered, fucking was better.

“Aren’t you missing out?”

Layla asked glancing back at the scene.

“Do you want to join the party tonight?”

“No. I meant you.”

He snorted. “My party is with you tonight, babe.”

He took her to his room and backed her up against the wall. Her tongue met his in a duel. She loved his taste, loved the way he made her feel like the only woman in the world. He pressed his hard cock against her as he squeezed her breasts. Layla reached up and cupped his cheeks, nibbling on his lower lip as they kissed. God, she could kiss him for days. Her fingers slid into his hair while he tweaked her nipples. It didn’t take much on his part to have her damn near ready to beg him to fuck her.

Sliding his hands along the backs of her thighs, he lifted her. Without preamble, he dumped her on the bed. She lay back, giggling as he started on his clothes. He looked like a man on a mission and she didn’t mind being the object of his affection. She slipped her shirt from her body and kicked her shorts and panties aside. He came to her naked, and grabbed her ankles, turning her so that she lay on her stomach.

His body pressed against hers as he pushed his cock inside her. His legs framed her thighs as he surged into her, forcing her tight channel apart as he started a brutal rhythm that made the tightness of the position damn near perfection. He pinned her to the mattress beneath them as he fucked her. He worked for every thrust, using his body to hold her immobile. Layla gasped as he pushed harder, deeper into her. Being pinned by his body, completely trapped by him, awakened new sensations inside her. He scraped his teeth along her shoulder. It was enough to push her over, her pussy squeezing him deep inside her.

Hot, wild fucking. He knew exactly what she needed after the terrible day she’d had. He came hard and collapsed on top of her. His hot breath fanned against her ear and she smiled.

“Who needs a party when we can just fuck each other senseless?”

Layla glanced over her shoulder at him.

He rolled off her body, laying on his back. “I need a cigarette.”

She smiled and smoothed her hand along his stomach. “Thank you for tonight. I really needed it.”

He brushed her hair from her cheek. “Anytime.”

****

After a shitty week all around, Silver watched as Layla did her laundry in the club’s laundry room. There was something about her and their situation that made it difficult to call it quits. Part of it was greed. He still wanted her. There was no denying that. On many levels, he wanted to tell Torque to fuck off but he knew better. Torque had the ability to make grown men beg for mercy with just one look. Silver had been privy to that look when he’d gone to visit him in prison.

“Hey.”

Silver stood in the doorway.

“Hey.”

She smiled at him as she reached in the washer for her wet clothes.

He wasn’t a conversationalist. It pissed him off that he had to end it with her, but he had to do what had to be done. He tried to figure out something to say.

“Does Mr. Vice President need his cock sucked?”

Before Silver could realize what was going on, a woman came up behind him and cupped his crotch. He turned and found Ashley, his regular. She gave him a wicked gleam before she dropped to her knees before him.

“Not now, Ash.”

She worked on his zipper. “Oh, come on. Since when have you ever turned down a blowjob?”

He teetered with the idea. Not because he wanted it, but because Layla wouldn’t want him. He massaged his forehead as she unzipped him. Ashley rubbed her face against the bulge, smiling at him before reaching in to grip his cock.

“No.”

He grabbed her wrist and pushed her away. He couldn’t do it. He knew Layla was there and he couldn’t hurt her. Not like this. He swallowed hard and zipped his pants up.

When he turned, she stared at him, watching everything. If he was going to end it with Layla, it was probably stupid to piss Ashley off, but he really didn’t care either way. He had no intention of breaking it off today.

“It’s hard being the vice president of the Charming Bastards, huh?”

Layla folded her arms over her chest.

He licked his lips. “Yeah.”

She swallowed. “Don’t let me keep you if it is really what you want. You’ve got quite a nice sized bulge behind that denim.”

“Ashley’s not who I fucking want.”

He said it with a little more intensity than he probably should have. Silver blew out a breath. His mind was a muddled mess. If he did what Torque wanted like he probably should, then he needed to go with Ashley. But he couldn’t. His cock didn’t want her lips around it. It wanted Layla’s. God, he couldn’t stop thinking about her no matter how much he tried.

“Fuck it.”

He stalked toward her and grabbed her arm, pulling her against him. Her softness made him weak. Made him unable to give her up like the fucking bastard he was. He cupped the back of her head and crashed his lips against hers. There was going to be hell to pay regardless of what he chose to do.

He took her to the apartment and grabbed the box of goodies he kept for fun times. He needed something hardcore and she didn’t protest. He grabbed what he wanted and led her to the playroom.

“Strip.”

Layla immediately began taking her clothes off. He watched as she slowly revealed her body to him. Everything about her made him hard. She kicked her jeans and panties to the side and knelt in front of him, the way he’d told her. Damn, when she submitted to him, he felt on top of the world.

He took the ball gag and put it on her. Her eyes grew wide with curiosity. He secured a blindfold next. Lifting her up, he walked her to the suspension rope and bound her hands behind her back. He linked her wrists to the rope hanging from the ceiling and raised it just enough that she stood on her toes. He used a spreader bar on her ankles which kept her in the prime position for fucking.

But he wanted to play first.

He went to the wall of gadgets and selected a leather flogger. Silver moved back to her and slipped his hand between her legs. Cream coated his fingers. The very idea of her being restrained and available for his pleasure turned her on. He smoothed the flogger along the backs of her thighs, letting the leather strands tickle her skin. In her position, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t protest. Switching the flogger to the other end, he rubbed the handle down her inner thighs. He brushed it over her pussy, sliding it along her slit so that the handle rubbed against her clit. She whimpered.

His first time in the bondage scene happened when he had first joined the Charming Bastards MC. He’d been twenty-one and willing to fuck anything that spread her legs. While bondage wasn’t mandatory for members of the club, it did add to the excitement. It was a need he had in him that he couldn’t quite shake. A freedom of sorts for him.

Without warning she came, arching into the pressure of the flogger handle as he stroked the hard bud of her clit. While still in the throes of ecstasy, he gripped the handle of the flogger again and lightly slapped it on the underside of her ass cheeks. Layla jerked forward. The initial strike wasn’t meant to inflict pain. Her ass was sensitive and the touch of the leather tapping against her skin gave her a sense of shock. He loved it. He did it again and again. It didn’t make her ass red like the paddle, but it definitely reminded her he was in control. He smoothed his hands over the firm cheeks and pulled them apart.

The plug he’d brought with him would be big enough for her tight little hole. He wasn’t particularly fond of ass fucking, but he did like using plugs. Most of the women he had liked them too. He lubed up the blue glass plug and pressed it against her hole.

“Take a deep breath. Push back against it.”

She did what he said and he inserted the plug, loving how her body welcomed everything he had to offer. “You look so fucking gorgeous. Ripe and perfect for fucking.”

Silver squeezed her breasts before leaving to find the last gadget he planned to use for the night. He opened one clamp and pinched her nipple. Layla moaned behind the gag and he brushed his hand along her cheek. Once he got the clamps situated on both of her nipples, he tugged the string between them.

Her mewling sounds had him tearing the gag from her mouth. His cock was in desperate need of attention and he wanted her lips surrounding him. He undid his jeans and pressed the weeping head of his cock to her wet mouth. Sliding into the moist depths, Silver knew this little fuck session wouldn’t last much longer. He thought his stamina would increase with age, but his inability to control what Layla did to him was what got him. She sucked him, her nimble tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of his cock. He stretched her lips wide as he pushed deeper, urging her to take more. He clutched the back of her head as he withdrew slightly and pushed in again.

When Silver was too close for comfort, he pulled away from her and put the gag back in place. Her body needed some release and he was more than happy to give it to her. Gripping her hips, he pressed his cock to her weeping pussy and thrust hard. She reflexively pulsed around him, massaging his entire length with her muscles. God, he would never get enough. He withdrew and slammed home again.

He slapped her ass as he shoved in her pussy, loving how his dick disappeared into the tight depths and reemerged with her moisture coating him. He damn near wanted to worship her. To eat her pussy and fuck her all the damn day. He would too if he could. Her tight warmth pulsated around him as she struggled in her binds. It was enough to push him into his own bliss.

“What the fuck.”

Silver blew out a breath trying to steady himself. He pulled back from her almost immediately and watched his cum drip from her cunt. The sight alone made him want to fuck her all over again.

He zipped his pants and gently removed the plug. Next, he went to take the gag off her mouth, then the blindfold. He bent down and kissed her before she could say anything to him.

“Hold on while I get you free.”

Dropping the suspension rope, her feet touched the floor flat again. He loosened the rope around her wrists and bent to take the spreader bar off. Once she was free, he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the room to his apartment.

He laid her on the bed and went to close and lock the door. Fisting his shirt, he pulled it over his head and turned back to her.

“That was…”

She lay there staring at the ceiling. “Wow.”

He undid his jeans and stepped out of them, crawling on the bed next to her. “You are wow.”

He brushed the corners of her mouth with his finger. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers. She smiled and smoothed her hand along his stomach and up to his chest.

Layla pushed at his chest, pulling her mouth from his. “Tell me something about yourself.”

“No.”

He shook his head. He didn’t do those kinds of conversations with women. Not even Layla.

“Yes.”

She slipped her legs beneath the thin blanket on the bed and pulled it up to her breasts. “Something good. Something nobody else knows.”

He pulled her close and laid his head on her chest. “You’re the last person that needs to know my secrets.”

She slapped his arm. “Thanks. Jerk.”

He grinned and slipped his arm underneath her, pulling her against him as he rolled to his back. “What the fuck do you want to know about me?”

“Everything.”

She stroked his face. “Do you have family?”

“The Charming Bastards MC is my family.”

He pulled her hand from his face and kissed the rope burn on her wrist. “Do we really have to do this?”

“Yes.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You have this little vein in your forehead that pops out when I force you to talk to me. It’s charming.”

“Where’s the ball gag when I need it?”

He kissed her and linked his fingers with hers. “There are better things to do with your mouth than talk.”

“Come on, Silver. If you don’t answer me, I’m going to start calling you by your given name.”

She’d been told more than once by others that Silver hated being called Tyke, his first name. He had also said years ago that if she planned on him listening to her, that she would need to avoid that name at all costs. It was one of the few things he’d said to her despite her father telling him to stay away.

He groaned. “Fine. I need a beer first.”

“You’re just trying to get out of talking to me.”

She narrowed her eyes.

He laughed and moved her to his side. “You’re a smart one, aren’t you?”

“I’ll do it. I’ll call you by your first name.”

“I strongly advise you to refrain.”

He stood and pulled some shorts on and headed out to the main room. The place was a mess and most of the orgy had passed out or were still going strong. He bypassed several bodies on his way to the bar to grab a beer from the cooler.

“Let me guess, Layla is in your bed basking in the afterglow of a wonderful fucking orgasm.”

Silver popped the top off the beer and turned, facing Torque. Instead of replying, he lifted the beer to his lips and took a drag.

“Tell her I want to see her.”

Silver lowered the beer. “I’m pretty sure that shit can wait until tomorrow.”

Father or not, she’d had a rough day. He wasn’t entirely sure of her relationship with Torque. Torque cared for her but she never really said anything to him about her father.

“You’re protective of my daughter now?”

Torque asked. He was a man that demanded respect. Many people feared him and few ever went against him boldly.

“I’ve very protective of your daughter.”

He lifted his beer again. “Take up the shit with her tomorrow.”

He narrowed his eyes at him. “Do you love her?”

He didn’t want to answer that question. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Layla entering the room. She stopped in her tracks. Smiling, he welcomed the distraction. Her hair was a mess and she’d pulled on those damn short shorts with the oversize shirt. It only made him focus on her long legs and how much he really wanted them wrapped around him.

“Dad?”

She glanced from Torque to Silver. “What are you doing here?”