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He was asking permission. Asking if he could do what he wanted. I should be scared, but I wasn’t. Inside, my stomach was on fire, a sense of need building, a static between my legs. I needed him to touch me, to enter me, to fuck me. I trusted him. For the first time, I trusted this man to look after me, even bent over the table, vulnerable.
“I’m gonna need an answer little sparrow,” his fingers ran over the top of the fabric covering my pussy, making me whimper stupidly, a signal for him as he tugged my knickers to one side, pushing the tip of a finger gently inside me. “I need an answer, Emmie.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed, his fingers sinking lower, my pussy clenching round him.
“Good girl.” His thumb swirled my clit and my hips moved back into him, feeling his cock against my bum.
Indie slid his fingers from me, holding me over the table, pulling my knickers down my legs. Then behind me I felt the brush of his hand as he guided himself towards me, sliding the head of his cock back and forth, feeling his way until it sank inside, little by little. Then with a groan, he pushed forward, forcing inside, forcing me open, my body clenching hard, an involuntary motion I didn’t think I would truly get over. His hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head backwards, a prick of pain in my neck.
That pang should have made me stop him, made me hate what he was doing, but my pussy pulsed in response, a fresh surge of energy forced through my veins. Indie bent his head forward, his lips plucking at my skin, the scrape of teeth, and then a sudden fullness as he pushed inside and stilled. And now I could feel him flush against me. His groin against my bum, the hand in my hair forcing my head back, another hand in the small of my back, keeping me from getting away. But he stopped, his breathing ragged, his fingers smoothing over the skin just at the top of my pelvis. I squirmed slightly, tilting my hips back into him, a little signal for him to move.
“Careful, Spuggy. I’m not sure I can move right now.”
“Why? Am I doing something wrong?”
“No Emmie. Everything about you is so right. But this little pussy is killing me, and if I move right now, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“I don’t want you to hold back, Indie.” I never would have thought those words before, and now I was saying them out loud, almost begging this man to hurt me.
He dipped down, kissing my neck again, swirling his hips slowly, so that I felt every thick inch of him move within me. And then I realised I didn’t need him to hurt me, no matter how much I wanted it, because every time we were like this together, he made me feel alive. He circled those hips again, and this time I couldn’t hold back the cry that slipped through my lips.
“That’s right Spuggy. And now I’m going to fuck you hard.”
He pulled out, just a little way, and then slowly back in again, carefully building a rhythm. And then again, and again. No faster, just steady. And with each slow movement, I could feel him inside, pulling and pushing through my flesh, awakening every nerve ending in my pussy, sending a thousand tiny signals around my body. Then he pulled back again, stopping a moment as my flesh relaxed, but then suddenly he moved, ramming back into me hard, really hard, the top of his cock hitting me, my cervix stopping him driving it any further. And I did cry out, a gasp of pain, a wail of pleasure, the two sensations mixing into an alien cocktail.
Indie didn’t stop, grunting behind me, thrusting and moving, his fist tightening in my hair, his other hand gripping my hip. And now he was muttering, half under his breath.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His hips moving in the same rhythm, my unintelligible cries mixing with his chants.
The heat building inside me was excruciating, and with each connection with my cervix, my body shook, my legs feeling like they couldn’t take my weight. He moved closer to me, the hand moving from my hair to round my throat, his fingernailsgently scraping across my skin, his other hand snaking around the front of me, reaching for my clit.
“I can’t stay in control much longer, little sparrow. I’m going to need you to come for me.” He pushed his thumb against my clit, sending a bolt of electricity up through my legs, and I shouted something that made no sense.
Indie pumped faster and harder as my strangled cries filled the room, his fingers rubbing and pinching at me, and now my body moved on its own, my hips sinking back to meet him, trying to take him deeper and then pushing my pussy into his hand.
“Oh God, Indie,” my voice filled the room.
“Come for me, Spuggy. I want to feel you.”
I looked up, my eyes struggling to focus, but what I could see were the faces of the club members in the frames on the walls, watching me being fucked by their vice president in their most sacred room. Indie rubbed at me again, and my legs shook, my toes tensing, my fingers scrabbling for something to grab hold of on the table in front of me.
“Ah fuck,” I breathed, the sensation hitting me hard, my whole body shaking before going limp underneath him.
Then he took his hand away, putting both on my hips, as I lay flat on my front helpless, Indie’s cock pounding into me from behind.
“Good girl, Emmie,” he breathed through gritted teeth.
Chapter Thirty
Her moans and cries drove me wild, the sound of her voice filling the room, her bare tits against the table, her arse on display, at an angle where I could watch my cock sliding in and out of her. I’d wanted to take the time to fuck her hard, to bring her to the edge time and time again without letting her go fully over. But every time I sank my cock inside her she whipped that control straight from my grasp and I became a grunting, rooting lunatic that could barely keep themselves from coming too quick.
It was even better in this room. My only real rebellion against the club rules I helped to enforce. A rebellion against a lifetime of servitude to a lifestyle I had been born into. A lifestyleI could never escape, no matter which way the club voted when my dad’s death finally came. I’d never really meant to do that in here. I’d only wanted to show her what I could, the things that wouldn’t make her run for the trees, the things that wouldn’t make her liken us to some cowardly street gang and her abusive ex. Yet there had been things I hadn’t told her. Because if she heard them, she never would want to stay with me. With the club. And I didn’t think I could live without her. Not now she had opened my eyes to what I really needed and opened my heart up to something other than the loyalties and ties of this brotherhood.
Now, for the first time, I could understand Magnet and the things he’d done for Suzy over the years. For the pain he suffered when she hurt, the fear for her life in the dark days of a war not that long ago. I felt it all. Consuming darkness, constant worry combined with the deep pull of longing. It wasn’t just lust; it wasn’t just the need to sink inside this sweet pussy over and over. It went much deeper than that, something I had no words yet to explain.
She was so much younger. So less experienced. But none of that had mattered over the last few days. And suddenly, I realised that in trying to save her, she had saved me.
Emmie panted underneath me, her own orgasm fading away, her heart slowing. I could feel it bounding round her body as I leant over the top of her, my hand still wrapped around her neck, my dick softening slowly inside her. Above, the framed members of the club looked down at us, judging the founding members of my family watching me break their rules right here in front of them.