Page 16 of Sinful Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #9)

Chapter Fifteen

Daisy

B rody nudges me awake with his nose in my hair. “I’m sorry to wake you, but if we’re going to get to our destination before dark, we need to get on the road.”

I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Okay, I’ll pack up.”

He gives me a light smack on my tush and then heads down the stairs.

I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes, excited to be spending another day with Brody. With him by my side, I’m sure I’ll forget all about what happened in Paris. I hug the little dog that Lexie gave to me. She’s the sweetest.

Brody comes back inside from loading up as I’m finishing my breakfast.

“What’s this?”

“A note to Lexie. I feel bad for leaving without saying goodbye.”

He nods. “I’m glad you two hit it off. Lexie can be difficult.”

“I like that she’s real.”

“A real pain in the ass,” he jokes.

“Stop.” I shove him in the arm as I stand.

“Naw, I’m just kidding. That was the most relaxed I’ve seen Lex in a long time. Thank you for helping her out. I know Ash really appreciated it.” He glances over his shoulder at the painting I did of them.

“It was nice getting to meet your friends,” I tell him as we head out the door. “Lexie told me to prepare myself because you have a whole lot of them.”

His laugh is quickly becoming my favorite sound.

We’re both quiet as we enjoy the ride through the Sierras.

Life is strange. One minute I’m planning an entire year in Paris, and the next I’m in the middle of nowhere with the biker I just met.

The one who has brought my body more pleasure than I thought humanly possible.

I stare at his hands, tattooed and tan. You can tell that he works with them. They’re rough and strong. My thighs squeeze together, and thankfully he doesn’t notice. He’s in his own world, enjoying the drive.

What’s even more strange is that I have no idea where we’re going.

No one knows where I am. He could be taking me anywhere, to do anything with me, and I’ll admit that excites me.

I look away from him, ashamed that I’m having these thoughts.

I know Brody is a good man … but pretending he’s not …

oh my god, stop. What is wrong with me? Are my morals really that far in the toilet?

How far does my darkness run? Am I capable of doing the things my family did?

No.

Stop. I’m just spiraling.

“So, you’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask, hoping conversation will keep me out of my head.

He chuckles. “Don’t you like surprises?”

“No.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Wait. Yes. Yes, I like surprises.”

“What else do you like?”

I blink at him.

“Come on. Tell me what your first thought was when I asked that question.”

I turn away from him, unable to answer.

“I’ll let you in on where we’re going if you tell me,” he teases.

That’s not fair, but I do want to know where we are headed. “I like to be scared, or at least in my head I think I like to be scared. I’ve never really been scared. Well, I guess I have, but that was scared scared. Not like fun scared.” I stop abruptly, knowing I have just made a fool of myself.

“We’re going to a kinky Airbnb,” he says abruptly, interrupting my racing thoughts.

“Ahh, what is that?” I mean I know what kinky means, but yet I don’t.

“An Airbnb that provides the tools to explore your kinks. A place to be alone.”

He didn’t make fun of me for asking, he just answered my question. Suddenly, I begin to experience all of the emotions simultaneously.

Fear begins to rise above them all. I’m scared to face myself. My desires have only ever existed in my imagination or my art. I’ve never experienced them in reality. What if it’s too much for me … or worse, what if it’s not enough?

Brody pulls off the side of the road, stopping the car.

“Hey.” His hand slides along my neck. “If you don’t want to play while we’re there, we can still enjoy it as a regular rental.

There is no pressure, Daisy. I just thought you might want to explore …

” He stops and shakes his head. “We can go somewhere else.”

“No,” I say quickly. A little too quickly.

His eyes narrow at my interest. “Before we do anything, we will discuss it first.”

My gaze bounces over his face. A feeling of safety washes over me. It’s the same one I had when I decided to give him my virginity. He didn’t fail me then. I have confidence he can walk me through this, too. He’s my dark angel. “Okay. Let’s go.”

He pats my cheek. “The reviews raved over the softness of the bed, so I hope you get some good sleep. This isn’t just about learning things about yourself, it’s about resting too. I’ve booked it for a couple of weeks, but we can stay longer or shorter. No worries.”

“You’re always so patient with me. I like that,” I admit softly.

The kiss he places on my forehead brings a lump to my throat. He leans back into his seat before pulling onto the road.

I take a deep breath and release it slowly.

By the time we arrive, I’m about to jump out of my skin. He tugs me out of the truck and into his arms. “Before we go inside, I need for you to be honest with me. Are you okay with staying here?”

“Yes,” I mumble into his chest. “I’ve told myself there is something wrong with me for so long I’m having a hard time changing the narrative.”

“Thank you for explaining. That makes me feel a little better. I don’t want you to feel forced into staying here.”

“I never thought I’d find someone I could trust to do something like this with.”

“Oh, believe me when I say I understand that. I’d all but given up.”

I lift my head. “You’ve been wanting something like this?”

“I have.”

“Do you have experience?”

“Some, but those were just scenes, strictly for fun. I’ve never had a committed relationship.”

“Is that what this is?” My heart stops beating, waiting for his response.

“I’m not sure, but I know that it’s more than I’ve ever had with anyone else.”

“Me too.”

“You ready to go inside?”

I nod, letting him pull me to the porch. “It’s beautiful here. I’m happy to get more time in the mountains.”

We step inside, and our jaws drop.

“Wow, this is cooler than the pictures,” he says, pulling us through the cabin.

It’s small, like the one we just came from, but here there is a bedroom on the main level. I blush at the massage oils and small vibrator on the bedside table, but other than that the cabin looks fairly normal. There are a few erotic black and white photos on the wall, but …

My thoughts evaporate as soon as we reach the top of the stairs.

My mouth goes dry as I try to process what I’m seeing. It’s … it’s like the stuff I’ve seen online, but it’s right in front of my eyes, and crazier yet at my fingertips.

Brody places his hand on my bicep. “Breathe.”

“It’s … oh gosh, it’s so much.” My gaze races around the room.

“There’s a lot here, but we don’t have to try everything. I’m going to go unload the groceries we bought. Why don’t you look around? It might be nice for you to check everything out by yourself before we go through it together.”

Again, the kiss he places to my forehead makes me want to cry for some stupid reason.

As soon as he’s downstairs, I begin to walk around the room. It’s so overwhelming. Everything is black leather and chrome. The room is spotless, and the walls have a calming blue light that illuminates the implements hanging on them.

I wring my hands together. I’m just not sure how any of this works or if I’ll even like it.

This isn’t really what excites me. I mean, I’m sure it’s fun to use, but what I’m really craving is Brody. His hands. The power he exudes. I want him to control me, to overpower me.

I press my fist into my stomach. It still seems wrong. My parents taught me to be independent, so why would the thought of Brody dominating me make my stomach flip?

This is crazy. My hand runs across the bench in the room. I drop to my knees and drape myself over it, placing my feet and hands loosely in the cuffs. My eyes fall closed as I drop my head and rest my cheek against the smooth cool leather, imagining Brody standing behind me.

Several minutes later, I don’t have to imagine.

His boots thud against each step, but I don’t move.

He pauses at the top making me blush. My ass is right in his line of vision, and even though I’m dressed, it excites me.

He clears his throat, letting me know he’s there. My fists clench in the restraints.

“Would you like me to secure you so you can get a feel for what it’s like to be restrained?”

I keep my eyes closed out of embarrassment when I answer. “Yes.”

He steps behind me, and I feel him tug at each of the binds at my ankles, pulling the straps snug. When he moves to my wrists, he stops to run his hand over my head. “You’re being such a good girl,” he praises.

If I could purr, that’s exactly what I would be doing right now. His praise feels like the sun on my face.

The final tug on my wrist sends my heart galloping. Oh my god. I’m completely at this man’s mercy. It’s terrifying and delicious at the same time.

“One of the first things we need to establish is a safe word. A word we’d only use outside of this room.”

“Apple,” I say quietly.

“That will work. If for any reason you cannot speak, you will tap me twice. Your hand will remain on me at all times when your mouth is busy. Do you understand?”

I nod, shivering at the possibilities of what busy might include.

“How do you feel right now?”

“Excited,” I answer without hesitation.

His deep chuckle holds a darkness I’ve never heard from Brody before. He stands behind me and palms my ass in his hands. A tiny moan leaves my throat.

“Did you wave this beautiful ass in my face because you wanted something?” He squeezes my cheeks almost painfully. My heart picks up slightly. “I think you wanted me to give it some attention.”

His hand slips between my thighs, and I jerk in the restraints.

“Does it want a few love taps?”

“Yes,” I hiss when his hands leave me. The first smack stings, and my stomach clenches hard.

“Another one?”

“Yes.”

He growls before delivering the next.

I grunt, my hips bumping against the padding of the bench. That one had something new behind it.

“Another?”

“Yes, please.”

His hand meets my ass before I finish the word.

“Oh, fuck,” I rasp.

He crouches in front of my face as one of his hands continues to rub the sting from my butt. We stare into each other’s eyes.

“How are you feeling now?” he asks after several minutes.

“Wanting more.” I smile at him sleepily.

He laughs lightly and places his palm on the side of my face. “I think that’s enough for today. We need to have a few more discussions before we really get into it. Let’s eat and then get some sleep. I’m getting tired.”

My grin widens. “You’re lying. You just want me to rest.”

“Smart girl.”