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Pippen

May 11, 2024, Soulless Sinners’ Clubhouse,

My heart hammered in my chest, a frantic drumbeat that mirrored the tremor in my hands, while I sat frozen, staring blankly at the computer screen. Every nerve ending tingled, a jolt of pure terror arcing through my veins as I grappled with the weight of my past mistakes, the sound of my own racing heartbeat deafening in my ears. There was no justification, explanation or pardon for the disrespectful and unacceptable way I addressed him that day—my behavior was inexcusable. Overwhelmed by my own fears, I reacted by dismissing him in a way that completely disregarded his importance to me. My fears clouded my judgment and silenced my reason. I let my agony dictate my actions, ignoring every rational thought and ultimately causing pain to the man who selflessly sought to safeguard me—his gentle concern lost amidst the cacophony of my inner turmoil.

I knew that now.

In spite of my request, his investigation into the Trick Pony led to an unexpected discovery. A truth I had never known about, and as a consequence of his curious spirit, his important find overshadowed the very significance of my past trauma. The pain I had been enduring lost all meaning, reduced to nothingness while I was consumed by a terrifying new fear that originated deep within my soul.

I had a daughter.

Without Danny’s deep-seated need to learn everything, I would have lived the rest of my life never knowing the truth. As it was, I rarely thought of my time at the Trick Pony. The horror of what happened, what I did, was too much to reconcile within myself. So, I filed it away, refusing to ever think on it again. Now, I didn’t have that luxury because somewhere out there was a little two-year-old girl named Danika Avery Sharp, who resembled me in every way.

I didn’t know where she was, who she was with, or if she was scared, but she was out there, and I was going to find her.

Gathering my keys, I got up, left my office, and walked out of the clubhouse because there was only one fucking person on the planet who knew where to find her. Even if I had to beg and plead, grovel at his feet for forgiveness, he was going to help me find my daughter.

The door was open when I stepped off the elevator, almost as if he knew I would come. That’s when I realized he put an alarm on the file to notify him when I opened it. He was proficient at everything he did, leaving nothing to chance. Entering the apartment, he stood on the other side of the room, looking right at me, his thick muscular arms crossed over his chest. He said nothing as I closed the door behind me, waiting for me to make the first move, to say something, anything.

Only I couldn’t.

I just stood there, drinking him in after all this time, almost like I was seeing him for the first time. It had been exactly three months since I last saw him and broke his heart. In that time, his physical appearance changed drastically. Everything about him seemed more, from the severe glint in his eyes to the ripped, corded muscles that traversed his body. No longer the young carefree man I once remembered. Now stood a determined man with a strong powerful presence that damn near robbed me of the very air in my lungs.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out.

He sneered, his voice low and harsh, “Why are you sorry?”

“For being an asshole to you.”

“You were a bit more than an asshole,” he snarked.

I agreed. “Yes.”

“Why are you here?” he brusquely asked, his biceps tensing within the thin black shirt he wore, his jeans slung low on his hips. His hair remained uncombed in a tangled mess that I longed to sink my fingers into. I gave myself a little shake to break my trance-like stare at the veins that receded from sight under his shirt.

“You know why I’m here,” I conceded immediately, refusing to move while he slowly stalked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine as a tendril of fear raced down my spine. The man walking toward me wasn’t the man I remembered.

Before me lurked a predator, and I was his prey.

“You know what I find funny?” He stepped in front of me, his voice demanding. I stumbled backward, my spine hitting the cold, unforgiving wall.

Gulping, I swallowed roughly.

“Most people who claim to care about someone give them a chance to explain.”

He advanced on me again, each step a menacing threat, making me feel increasingly uneasy and apprehensive about his next move.

I felt my heart speed up.

“Not you, though,” he continued, his intense green eyes seeming to penetrate right through to my very soul. “You only cared about your own hurt. Not the hurt you caused. You couldn’t look past the smoke to see the flames, and you left me to fucking burn.”

His chest was nearly touching mine. My head swam, the air thick and heavy, and I had to remember to breathe. Each inhale a struggle as I watched a wicked smile twist his lips while he searched my face, his expression a mix of amusement and something darker. “And now you want my help.”

My silence was met with immediate aggression when he forcefully pinned me against the wall, his hands clamping down on either side of my head, trapping me. His chest pressed against mine so tightly that I was certain he could feel the frantic rhythm of my heartbeat pounding beneath my sweater. In a calculated move, he leaned forward and brushed his nose gently against mine.

“Say it,” he growled.

I gasped as the words tumbled out. “I need you.”

Any further words died unspoken when his lips crushed down on mine—a hungry, passionate kiss that left me breathless and reeling. The feeling was so intense and pervasive that it felt like my very being was consumed by flames, like I was literally ablaze. The searing heat of his lips ignited mine, prompting an involuntary parting of my lips as his tongue boldly and eagerly sought entry. I shifted closer, rolling my hips to grind against his, the feel of my erection unmistakable. My fingers traced the taut lines of his back muscles, the heat of his skin radiating through his shirt as his biceps strained beneath my fingertips, his cock growing rigid.

His withdrawal left me breathless, a sob catching in my throat as tears threatened to spill.

“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice deeper than I had ever heard before.

I reacted instinctively, dropping to my knees without a moment’s hesitation, the cold hardness of the concrete floor sending a sharp, painful shock through me, making me wince. He pressed close, his cologne sharp and musky, assaulting my senses as my eyes leveled with the obvious protrusion in his pants.

I wrestled with the urge to raise my arms, forcing them to stay down. My gaze locked on his, anticipating his next order.

“Very obedient.” His tone was harsh and severe as he grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

I let out a small whimper, overwhelmed by the unexpectedly large expanse of flesh that he revealed. I longed to lick every inch of his chest.

With a demanding tone, he reached out, his fingers trailing lazily through my hair, the gesture both intimate and threatening. “Take my cock out.”

Without hesitation, I quickly undid his belt and had his jeans open in a matter of seconds. I couldn’t resist the urge to briefly press my nose against his clothed groin. His scent filled my nostrils—a potent blend of sweat, a hint of his woodsy cologne and that uniquely musky odor that was distinctly Danny.

My mouth watered.

He growled, and I quickly pulled out his cock. God, his cock was gorgeous. Long, thick and robustly hard. I wanted to worship the length. Lick every inch of his glorious cock while he fucked my face until I cried.

But I wasn’t in charge.

In that moment, the chilling truth dawned on me—I was never in charge.

From the moment I laid eyes on him at school, my overwhelming desire for him consumed my every thought, preventing me from recognizing the complete dominance he exerted over every aspect of my existence. From the activities we engaged in, the things we viewed, to the intimate moments we shared. I freely and consciously yielded to his wishes and control, placing myself under his authority without reservation. From the very first night we were together, he gave me exactly what I desperately needed and desired, and in that moment, I completely capitulated to him, a surrender that he instantly recognized and understood.

My eyes widened in shock as his wicked grin, directed down at me, sent a jolt of shock and surprise through me.

“Now you understand.”

I slowly nodded.

“Good, because when I punish you, I want you to know who you fucking belong to.”

“You. I belong to you.”

“Not entirely, but you will,” he sneered, then ordered, “Hands behind your back and open your fucking pie hole.”

As he advanced half a step towards me, I found myself obeying his instructions, completely captivated and speechless with anticipation. Much to my pleasant surprise, he gathered a clump of my light-colored hair in his hand and then, unexpectedly, slammed his fist against the wall. Even the slightest movement, a fraction of an inch, caused an excruciating pull and intense pain, rendering further movement impossible. I was truly and thoroughly pinned down solely for his pleasure.

“Let’s see how well you swallow,” he said right before he jammed his big cock down my throat. Despite the gagging that overcame me, my hands remained fixed behind my back and thus he was able to continue pressing. I couldn’t contain my moan when the tip of his cock slid into my throat.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he buried my nose in his dark, soft hair, the scent of sandalwood and clean skin filling my senses.

“Swallow,” he demanded.

I did, eagerly. He was so hard it actually hurt. The lack of air caused my head to swim and a suffocating pressure filled my chest. With a desperate struggle for breath, tears blurred my vision, prompting me to blink rapidly in an effort to see his face without turning my head, only to have the front door suddenly open.

Desperate to move, Danny’s grip kept me immobilized as his thick shaft restricted the passage of air at the back of my throat.

“Get. Out,” Danny growled roughly when his brother entered, gasping and sputtering.

“Fucking hell,” the man groaned, backing out of the apartment, yelling. “You are moving out. Today!”

The moment Ace closed the door with force, Danny abruptly withdrew his cock, leaving me gasping and struggling to breathe. A string of saliva connected my lips to his engorged cock, which was now slick with moisture. Then he was in my mouth again, fucking my face.

I hummed softly while swirling around his girthy member.

I blinked furiously, fighting the tears that blurred my vision, desperate to see his expression.

It was fast and dirty as the air vibrated with the sounds of his grunting, a guttural rhythm punctuated by my own stifled moans. Anticipating his sweet release, I let out a disappointed whimper as he withdrew, grabbed my neck and forced me to my feet.

“If you really want this, then you will follow me. If not, never come back.”

He then turned around and walked down the long hall, disappearing into a room.

I stood there shaking like a leaf in the wind. I needed to decide, and fast. He knew I needed him. I couldn’t find my daughter without him. Yet, the thought of never seeing him again, to never hold him, talk to him, was something I wasn’t willing to risk. My heart raced as I remembered all our times together. He was mine. I belonged to him. There wasn’t a Dante without a Danny anymore. He was everything I wanted and desired in this world, and I refused to go through this life without him.

Looking around the apartment nervously, it didn’t take me long to decide, because when I stepped inside the same room, he looked directly at me and said the one thing that unleashed a hidden desire so deep it burst forward and had me instantly cumming in my pants.

“Good boy.”