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Chapter Six

Butt Cheek Secret

M ara stood facing Darrow’s bed and reached for her bra. Her back was toward the open door and she felt Darrow’s presence. Her body was on fire. It felt like a literal fire. The last time she had sex like that …? That good …? It was hard to really recall it.

There had been a time when being with Fitz wasn’t all that bad. Mara cringed and shut her eyes. Last thing she needed right now was to think about her husband while she had another man’s cum inside her.

“Listen, babe,” Darrow’s voice said.

Mara grabbed her bra off the bed and turned her head. She threw on one of those forced smiles she had perfected over the years.

“Don’t say it,” she said to Darrow. “I’m not stupid.”

“Yeah, well I have to say it for my own fucking head here. That can never happen again. You’re married.”

That made Mara laugh. “Married? Marriage? That’s your worry. I figured it was the ink that would get you more. Or the fact that you fucked a target of your club. I’m dead, Darrow. I might as well just put a fucking bullet in my own head. End things my way.”

“No,” Darrow bellowed.

One second he was in the doorway, the next second his hands touched Mara’s shoulder. Her body stiffened. Chills moved from the back of her neck down throughout her entire body. Her. Entire. Body.

She felt the way Darrow tightened his grip. His intense strength showing.

“That’s not what I meant for you to do or say,” he said.

“Darrow…”

“Where is it? Where did he…”

Mara’s eyes locked to Darrow’s. Heat tickled her cheeks.

“I’m ordering you to tell me where he inked you,” Darrow said in a deep voice.

“What are you going to do to me if I don’t listen?”

Mara knew how to push back against outlaws. She knew the punishments too and could accept them.

Darrow inched down, his mouth seemingly moving toward hers. His eyes jumped from Mara’s eyes to her breasts. She felt his stare. It lasted only a second, but what a second it was. To be looked at like that. To be seen. It made her nipples pebble. Goosebumps layered her breasts. Impossible to hide her excitement at the attention from another man. Attention from Darrow himself.

When she felt Darrow’s left hand touch her left hip, she shuddered.

“Listen carefully, babe,” Darrow whispered with a growl. “I will throw you down to my bed and I will hold you down and I will inspect every inch your fucking body until I find the ink of another man.”

Mara felt her teeth chattering. Her heart racing. She swallowed hard.

“Darrow… it’s embarrassing what he did to me…”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“He…” Mara did not want to revisit her experience.

The big, mean, drunk outlaws all watching her. Fitz with his evil cackling sound, telling her to…

“I had to bend over,” Mara whispered. “He put his initials inside my… butt cheeks . The right side…”

Darrow’s face twisted with slight disgust for a second. Mara swallowed even harder.

“Let me see,” Darrow said. “I have to see.”

Now Mara’s face burned hotter than ever. She nodded. Slowly, Mara bent forward toward the bed. She used her right hand to hold her breasts in the place the best she could. There was more of her breasts than there was of her hand and arm though. Her left hand touched the bed.

Darrow moved behind her. Her toes curled against the floor. Certain natural reactions began to happen.

In other words - Darrow behind her, ready to pull her pants and panties down, it made her pussy wet.

Darrow did just that too. He grabbed the back of her pants and pulled them down. Hard. Panties too. As Mara looked back, she saw Darrow crouch down…

Truthfully, Darrow had zero business in this right now. Zero business in even helping Mara for a second. That part he found acceptance with. He’d wanted Mara from the second he met her. Her wiggly body and tight cunt proved his curiosity and desire correct.

But now, to look at the ink Fitz put on her? That had nothing to do with anything.

Her ass though? Not her ass cheek either. Inside her ass cheek. Toward her… hole…

Darrow placed his right hand to Mara’s right ass cheek and his thumb moved between her cheeks and he pulled. He felt Mara’s body shivering. There was no denying she enjoyed this. The fresh wet smell of her cunt proved that.

Darrow’s mouth fucking watered for a taste of her honey. But first…

Darrow placed his left hand to her left ass cheek. Then he spread Mara. His eyes glanced at her forbidden entrance. Small, puckering, making him grit his teeth. Sure enough though, at the inside of her right ass cheek, there it was.

FU.

Ironic enough, huh? Fitz’s initials being F and U .

Too bad it wasn’t FR… for Fucking Rat , Darrow thought to himself.

His thumb moved over the ink. It made Mara jump a little, leaving her wondering if Darrow was about to touch her… there …

Mara found herself gripping the bedsheets tight with her left hand. She really wasn’t sure what Darrow was going to do next. Darrow inched his hands up to Mara’s hips and then stood up. He was in quite the position right now, in more ways than one.

It didn’t help anything at all that Mara looked back at him with her sultry brown eyes. Eyes that had no innocence left. Eyes that had seen and lived in the outlaw life. Eyes that Darrow wanted to protect and keep safe.

She wants to die right now…

He suddenly found himself gritting his teeth. Next thing he knew, his jeans were back open and he pushed them down far enough to allow his cock to spring free.

His cock smacked right between Mara’s legs, making her jump and cry out.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Again! Yes!”

“Going to make my mark now,” Darrow blurted out without thinking.

He bent his legs and positioned himself against Mara’s soaked cunt. One hard thrust and he found himself buried deep inside her once more. He held himself there, feeling his cock pulsing. Feeling Mara’s beautiful body throbbing.

She let out a whimper, unable to audibly tell Darrow just how full he made her feel. Darrow pulled back, sliding himself out inch by inch, taking away that fullness from Mara. He then grabbed his cock with his right hand and started to stroke.

With his left hand, he smacked Mara’s left ass cheek. “Up on the bed, babe. Hand and knees. Left hand on your clit. Right hand spread that ass cheek wide and give me a fucking target.”

Mara didn’t know how to react. Other than to just listen. She did as told, up on the bed, on her hands and knees. She reached back with her right hand and pulled at her right ass cheek, showing off Fitz’s initials.

She had no choice but to rest her head down on the bed, which only stuck her ass up higher into the air.

When she slipped her left hand between her legs, she found herself swollen and soaked. Her clit was so engorged, even the softest of touches made her feel ready to explode.

Darrow placed his left hand on Mara’s left ass cheek. He stroked his cock with outlaw fury, root to tip, faster by the second, demanding cum. He caught himself grunting and almost panting, squeezing and pulling at his cock so hard it started to hurt.

Mara pressed her pointer and middle fingers against her clit with precision force. Her two orgasms from a short while ago thanks to Darrow’s cock left her body vulnerable to even more… not a bad thing at all.

She groaned and felt herself starting to lose it already.

“Darrow,” she purred. “Darrow… touch me…”

Darrow let out a grunt. He moved his hand from Mara’s left ass cheek, only to bring it right back down with a firm slap. The smack echoed around the bedroom. He then moved his hand around and between her legs, pressing his finger to her finger.

More pressure against her clit. That was all Mara needed. Off the edge she jumped, the pleasure making her cry out as she began to come once more.

Darrow removed his hand from between her legs and focused on her ass once more. His cock throbbed and swelled. Listening to Mara orgasm helped. Seeing that sweet, fresh wetness pooling between her legs, dripping down to his bedsheets…

“Oh, fuck, babe,” he growled.

The rush attacked him and he squeezed his cock, feeling that first shot of release. Cum coated and covered Fitz’s initials. Darrow moved his hand, leaving his cum smothered between Mara’s ass cheeks.

The rest of his load he stroked and shot against her lower back.

Mara continued to drive her hips back, still coming down from her orgasmic high, while softly touching her pussy. Darrow smacked his cock against her left ass cheek as some sort of chef’s kiss and then picked up his jeans and went to get a towel.

Fuck, Darrow thought to himself.

He just jerked off onto the initials tattooed on a woman claimed by a member of SOFRAW .

Darrow knew more than ever now he was completely fucked.

Mara finally put her bra on. After Darrow returned from the bathroom with a towel and wiped his cum off her back, but not from between her ass cheeks. She felt it. Sticky and warm. Clinging to her body.

Talk about an insane treacherous act. So fucking sexy though too. Darrow leaving his mark and making his claim. Mara lifted her panties and pants, then turned to face Darrow. She still needed to put on a shirt.

“This can’t go on,” she said.

Darrow nodded.

“No, Darrow. I’m not talking about the sex stuff. I’m talking about this. What’s happening.”

“I know, babe,” Darrow said. He reached out and touched Mara’s face. Gently stroking her left cheek. “We’re never going to fuck again. Ever.”

“Never,” she said.

“You know what happens next then, right?” Darrow asked.

Mara did. She offered her wrists to Darrow. She swallowed hard. Her heart raced.

It was time for Darrow to tie her up and offer her to SOFRAW.