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Night had fallen. The kids and babies were in bed. Each club had brought help with them. Becca was here to watch out for the Punisher kids. She’d enjoyed the day like the others had before having to work. Some parents had gone to their makeshift bedrooms with their children. Not all could fit in the new room we’d designed for the rugrats.

The music was playing, conversations floated in the air, pool and dart games were being played, and the alcohol was flowing. I knew what would happen soon, and I wanted to prepare Haven. So far, we’d always been at the house when the heavy partying started. Tonight, as much as I wanted us to do the same, she was having too good of a time for me to tear her away for such a lame excuse. My discomfort was my fault. I was curled up in a chair with her on my lap. She watched some guys argue about the others cheating at the pool table. No one was, but it was fun to accuse each other. She was giggling at their crazy antics and what they were saying.

“Haven, baby, I need to talk to you for a minute. I need to explain something,” I told her.

She turned to look at me. “Okay, is something wrong? You’re all stern-looking. Did I do something?”

“God, no, you didn’t do anything. I want to warn you that if we stay much longer, and we can stay as long as you want, others will join the party.”

She studied me and didn’t say anything for several heartbeats before responding. “You mean those bunnies and hang arounds will be here. The ones you’ve had sex with.”

I hated that she had to see them. It would happen eventually. I especially hated that she’d see Pepper and know she was the one I almost let suck my cock to forget her. Even though we hadn’t been together then, guilt filled me for what I nearly did with Pepper and the little I did with that hang around. I couldn’t even remember her name and barely what she looked like.

“Yes, those women. Haven, if I could change my past, I would, but I can’t. But I need you to know they’re in the past. It’s not them I want forever. It’s you. You’re my old lady, not them.”

“I won’t lie and say that being near them won’t make me feel funny. I assume you’d feel the same way about any man I’ve slept with.” She paused because I let a grumble of a growl out. “However, short of us both being virgins, it’s something we have to deal with. I’ll work on remembering you’re mine and not to let them bother me. However, Vance, I won’t sit back and say nothing if they won’t back off or touch you. You’re mine. You’re out of bounds for them, and they’d better stay away.” There was a growl in her voice.

Hearing it, I grew hard. Unable to resist, I dragged her head to mine, and we kissed. Both of us were hungry, and it wasn’t for food. She was as eager as I was. Maybe we should head to the house. We were both panting and turned on when we came up for air. She was opening her mouth, and I was praying it was to say let’s go when cheers went up.

Glancing around in dread, I saw what I suspected was true. The door had opened, and a bunch of women paraded through. There were so many that I knew one of the prospects must’ve been gathering them outside until it was time. We only had three bunnies, which wasn’t nearly enough to service the number of single guys in the clubhouse. There were over sixty. Maybe not all of them planned to get laid, but the majority would be wanting to. It was expected when you went to visit another club. Based on the number of women, someone had spread the word in town that the Punishers were having a huge party tonight, and there would be a lot of bikers looking for company. There were easily twenty women.

Some were vaguely familiar, telling me I’d likely been with them in the past—others I’d never seen before. I felt Haven shift on my lap. Afraid she was about to get up, I clamped my arm around her and held her to me.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“To get us another drink. Do you want a beer or something else?”

I studied her. She didn’t appear upset. I eased my hold. “A bottle of water would be great, but I can get it. What do you want?”

“No, you’ve waited on me all day and night. It’s my turn. Stay here. If any of them come over, run them off before I get back,” she said.

“I will,” I assured her before she got up and wandered to the bar. There were ice chests there filled with drinks. Usually, we’d have a prospect serving behind the bar, but there were too many of us to keep up with. If someone wanted hard liquor, they helped themselves to the bottles behind the bar.

I was busy watching Haven’s ass swinging back and forth as she went to get our drinks that I forgot to pay attention to my surroundings. When I heard my name, I groaned silently. Shit. Looking to the left, I saw a woman standing there. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place her name or anything else about her. She was smiling at me and had a hungry look in her eyes.

“I’m not interested. Go find someone else,” I said gruffly.

I peeked to where I last saw Haven. She wasn’t there. Instead, I noted her bearing down on us. She had a determined expression and narrowed her gaze on the woman beside me. “Listen, if you don’t want to find yourself in a world of trouble, go,” I added.

“Tinker, what’s gotten into you? I know we didn’t have as much fun as we wanted last time, but that’s not my fault. If you let me, I can show you what you missed. I can make you come harder than you’ve ever come. You know how I suck cock. Don’t tell me you don’t want that again,” she said as she licked her lips.

“Well, he knows how I suck his cock and what it feels like when I make him come in my pussy. He’ll pass,” Haven said as she sat on my lap. She handed me my water and gave me a quick kiss. “There you go, babe,” she said.

“Thank you. I was just telling what’s her name she needed to leave. That I’m not interested.”

The woman gasped. “What’s her name? You know my name. It’s Rhea. It’s not even been three months since you and I were together. I don’t know who this bitch is, but I have first dibs. I saw you months ago and staked a claim. She can find someone else. I’ve been waiting to see you for weeks.”

Damn, this woman had to be dumb as a stump. Didn’t she see that Haven was wearing a property cut? Even if she couldn’t see the back of it, it was clearly the same thing many women in here wore. If that didn’t clue her in, the fact I wasn’t tossing Haven off my lap should tell her that we were together.

“That was then, this is now. Tinker is no longer available. He’s mine. And since he didn’t call dibs on you, there’s no claim,” Haven told her calmly.

Rhea wasn’t backing down. As I stared at her dumbfounded, I thought I knew why. She was so close I could see her constricted pupils. That was a clear sign she was taking some kind of opiate. Several prescription opioids do that, but heroin can, too. I didn’t recall seeing that last time, but I wasn’t looking at her face.

“Rhea, right, listen, you need to leave. This is Haven. She’s my old lady. I’m off the market. I’m sorry if you had a different idea, but there was no dib calling, and I’ve claimed her. There are a lot of single guys here who’ll no doubt take you up on your offer. Why don’t you find one of them, like I told you a few minutes ago?” I told her helpfully.

“Like hell, I will! No bitch is horning in on the man I want. You can just disclaim her. That should be mine,” Rhea shrieked.

I admit, I wasn’t expecting her move. She lunged forward, grabbed Haven’s cut right over her name, and yanked. I didn’t know if she thought she could get it off that way or what. I bellowed for her to stop as I tried to get out from under Haven to get to the bitch. However, my old lady took matters into her own hands. She came flying up off my lap and launched herself at Rhea.

Like lightning, her fist came out, and she punched Rhea in the face. The hang around stumbled back, cried out, and let go of Haven’s cut. The room went super quiet, and the music abruptly shut off.

“Beat her ass, Haven,” I heard a woman shout.

There were more cheers and encouragement for her while other women were cheering for Rhea. I knew none of the old ladies were part of that faction. Rhea flung herself at Haven. She had her claws out. By then, I was out of the chair and pulled Haven clear of them.

“Enough! Get the fuck out,” I shouted to the crazed hang around.

She shrieked, and then the next thing I knew, I was hissing in pain as her nails clawed my face. Now, I wasn’t a man who hit women, but this bitch was asking for it. I saw Crusher, our sergeant-at-arms, and Sarge, the Marauders’ enforcer, making their way over to us. They’d remove her from the premises. I could do it, but it was their job.

I forgot about my woman. When she saw my face, which I felt the sting of and knew the skin had been broken, she let out a battle cry. That was the only word for it. She went crazy. She kicked Rhea in the stomach, making her double over. When she did, Haven jumped on her back and took her to the floor, where she proceeded to beat the hell out of her.

“You don’t ever touch him. I’ll fucking knock some sense into your stupid head. You marked his skin. That’s my man, you cunt,” I heard Haven snarling in between her punches.

Suffice it to say, I was thunderstruck and stood there frozen. It wasn’t until Sarge and Crusher gently pulled Haven off the sobbing woman that my brain kicked back in. I reached out and took her from them. She was struggling to get back at Rhea. The way Haven was muttering and fighting me, she wasn’t done with the beatdown.

I hugged her close and whispered in her ear, “Shh, calm down, Witch. You’ve done your duty and staked your claim, which is fucking hot, by the way. But it’s time to let the guys escort her out.”

“If she sets foot on this compound again, I’ll do more than beat her,” she snarled.

“I promise she won’t be allowed back here, Haven. She’s banned,” Reaper said. We had a massive circle of people surrounding us.

“I’m calling the cops. You wait, bitch, you’re going to jail. And while your ass sits in there, I’ll be fucking him,” Rhea yelled.

I groaned. As big as I was, I had to work to hold Haven back. “Get that woman out of here,” I said right before she was picked up and carried out.

I knew staying in the clubhouse any longer wasn’t a good idea, so I lifted Haven and tossed her over my shoulder. I knew how to work her angst out. When she wiggled and ordered me to put her down, I slapped her ass. She let a moan slip. This made those close to us chuckle.

“Goodnight. See you sometime tomorrow,” I shouted to the room. There were well wishes and laughter as I walked out with my prize. I hadn’t lied. Seeing her claim me and then fight for me had made me hard as steel. I needed to claim her sexually, and I needed to do it more than once.

Haven subsided as soon as I got her outside. Just to get her more in the mood, I spanked her a few more times. In between each smack, I rubbed the spot to help diffuse the warmth. She was wiggling but differently, and her moans told me my witch was heating up.

Walking into the house, I took her straight to our bedroom. Only one of the extra bedrooms had a bed in it. It came from Haven’s furniture. We’d offered it up along with the other remaining bedrooms, where we’d placed cots, to anyone who wanted to stay. Sean, Gabe, and Griffin from the Patriots had accepted our invitation. Undertaker was staying with Reaper. I sure hoped they didn’t mind hearing us. Thank God their kids were in the clubhouse.

Closing the bedroom door, I locked it before marching to the bed and tossing her gently on it. As she bounced, I removed my cut and placed it on the chair beside the bed. She raised herself on her elbows and watched me. I saw the want in her gaze, and she licked her lips. I kicked off my boots and removed my socks. With those out of the way, I decided to torture her a bit. I put a hand on the snap of my jeans, but then I stopped.

“Why did you stop?” she asked huskily. I wasn’t sure if it was from desire or her screaming.

I turned to the side. “Because you’re overdressed.”

She came bounding off the bed. I was surprised when her hand touched my cheek, not her clothes. Worry battled her desire. “I need to clean that before it gets infected.” Until she said something, I’d forgotten about the scratches.

“They can wait.”

“No, they can’t. I don’t want any part of her on or in you. Let me do this, and then you can do whatever you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Then let’s get this cleaned. What’re you waiting for?” I growled.

I had things I hadn’t tried with her. I’d been waiting to let Haven experience that side of me. The one I kept under wraps. Tonight was the night to let her experience more of that part of me.

She didn’t take long to clean my cheek and apply an antibiotic ointment. I never had any in the house, but she brought it with her. I discovered that when she whipped out an entire first aid kit from under the sink. I let her fuss for a few minutes, and then I told her enough. She washed her hands, and then it was back to us.

Impatient to be with her, I lifted her and carried her back into the bedroom. Placing her on her feet at the side of the bed, I issued my first set of orders. “Get rid of those clothes, then on the bed, on your back.”

“What about your clothes? I can help with those,” she offered.

“On the bed, naked. Now,” I ordered with more command behind it. Her eyes widened.

Maybe I should’ve prepared her for this. In the past, the women I was with did what they were told. It was why they were there, whether bunnies or hang arounds. However, I had to remember Haven was my old lady, not one of them. She gave me an unsure look.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I should’ve explained. There’s a side to me—one where I like to take total control. I enjoy dominating the experience. I haven’t let you see that side of me. I want to tonight, but I should’ve explained and asked if you’re alright with it.”

I brought her to me and hugged her close. My explanation eased some of the tension in her. She blew out a breath. “Vance, it was a surprise. I had no idea there was this aspect to you. Let me ask. Is this something you only prefer to do occasionally, or is it something you crave consistently or constantly?”

The truth was, I did want it consistently, but if it was something she hated, there was no way I’d force her to endure it. I might not have told her yet, but I loved her. I wanted, no, I needed her to be happy and content. I was waiting until she got used to being with me and in our home before dropping the love thing on her. However, evading or lying to her wasn’t an option. Seeing Reaper, the other married brothers, and those in the different clubs had taught me this was a must.

“It’s something I want more consistently, but I don’t need it. If you have no desire to play that way, then we won’t.”

“But if I don’t, you’ll be missing it. I don’t want that.”

“And I don’t want you to be forced to endure something you dislike just to satisfy me.”

“I have no idea if I’ll hate it or not. No man in my past has ever tried to order me around in the bedroom. I know I don’t like being told what to do in everyday life. I have a brain and can use it. I’m an independent woman. I won’t give that up.” I heard the wariness in her tone. She was afraid I’d turn into a tyrant who took control of her entire life.

“Haven, listen to me. I love the fact you’re an independent woman. I don’t want a yes woman or someone I have to think for every second of the day. That would be boring and exhausting. However, there’s something to be said about letting me take control, and you can let go. Your only job is your sexual fulfillment. Let me be the one to ensure you achieve it beyond your wildest imagination.” Just thinking of what I could do to make her come had me ready to tear off our clothes, but she had to be willing.

“How does that lead to your fulfillment? I want you to have every desire and fantasy met, too.”

“Believe me, watching you get off will do it for me. To see your expressions, feel how your body reacts, hear your screams and pleas, Christ, I’m so fucking turned on just talking about it,” I groaned.

I jumped when her hand covered the bulge in my pants, and she gently squeezed. “Harder,” I muttered. When she did it, I groaned long and louder.

“If I say show me what you mean, and I don’t like it, can we stop? I want to try, but I’m unsure how I’ll react, Vance. I need to satisfy you as much as you want to satisfy me. I need to be your partner in every way.”

“Full partners is what I want, too, baby. And you can always tell me to stop, no matter what we’re doing.”

She didn’t say anything for a good minute. I had no problem letting her have the time she needed to think. I should’ve done this before. I’d answer her questions even if it took half the night. Even if she said no, I wasn’t worried about our sex life. She got me off more and better than anyone ever had, even those who had let me control them.

My heart sank when she stepped out of my arms. I was about to ask her to talk to me when she removed her cut and placed it on the bedpost. Then she whipped her tank off and dropped it on the carpet. The sight of more of her pale skin and her black bra showcasing her tits made my mouth go dry. She didn’t stop there. Next came her shorts.

“I’m yours to command, Vance. What else do you want me to do?”

That galvanized me. “Remove it all and get on the bed. I’ll be back,” I said before walking off and entering my walk-in closet.

I had built-in drawers in there, but they didn’t hold clothing like most drawers did. They held toys. I’d recently purchased all new ones and threw the old ones out. Plus, I added new ones to my cache as well. It was all in the hopes that Haven would be into playing. I’d never risk using something on her that I used on another woman.

For our first time, I’d go easy on her. I grabbed only a few things, and they were essentials in my book. I wanted to test her pain-pleasure response further and make her anticipate what I was about to do. This meant a blindfold, riding crop, pinwheel, and paddle. While in there, I got rid of the rest of my clothes. I was too excited to have her remove them.

When I reentered our bedroom, she was lying on the bed in the middle, just as ordered. She watched me approach. I had the toys behind my back. When I reached the bed, I placed them on the nightstand so she could see them. Her breathing increased, and her eyes widened. She glanced at me.

“Remember, if you want me to stop at any time, I will. I think for this, if you want me to slow down, say yellow, and to stop, say red.”

“Is this what people mean when they talk about BDSM safe words?”

“It’s part of it, but not the whole thing. I’m dominant and do some things that fall into that category, but I’ve never gone into it full tilt. I know guys who are into it way more than I am.”

“Like who? Have I met them?”

“You have. I don’t usually tell other people’s business, but he won’t mind. Payne and Jayla are very much into it. They belong to a sex club in Nashville. It’s where they met. There are others. Let’s not label it. We’ll go with it and see what you like. If you hate it, we won’t do it again.”

She nodded. I picked up the blindfold first. I put a knee on the bed. My cock bounced. I was erect and raring to go, but she’d get off before I sought my relief. Her hand lifted and reached for it.

“No touching. Hands at your sides. Lift your head so I can put this on. It stays on until I take it off. Understood?” I demanded. She nodded.

“I want you to answer me, Haven. If I don’t want you to talk, I’ll tell you. Tonight, I want your words.”

“I understand.”

“Good. Lift.” She’d dropped her hands already. She lifted, and I eased the blindfold over her eyes. When it was in place, I lowered her head to the pillow.

Removing my knee from the mattress, I moved to the foot of the bed and admired her. God, she was so damn sexy, just lying there waiting for me to command her or do whatever I wanted to her. I knew from the way she had so far responded to spanking and the pinching and twisting I’d done to her nipples, as well as when I used my teeth on her, that she enjoyed a degree of pain mixed with her pleasure. I was the same. I wanted to test how much she could enjoy before it became too much. I needed to know the line that I wasn’t to overstep.

Walking to my stand, I picked up the pinwheel. Some had sharper tines on them, but I wasn’t trying to draw blood, so this one wasn’t like that. It would send pricks of sensation and heat along her nerves. I’d start with it.

I returned to her and got on the bed on my knees. I started at her feet. I ran it over her soles. She jerked and tried to move away. It was more out of ticklishness than pain.

“Stay still. Remember your words.”

She immediately subsided. Before going further, I ordered her to spread her arms and legs wide. Over the next ten minutes, I ran the pinwheel all over her body. I got varying degrees of moans and hisses out of her. I varied the pressure I used. It wasn’t until the end that I ran it over her nipples and across her pussy. Glancing at her core, the amount of cum glistening on the folds of her pussy told me she was more than liking how it made her feel. Even when she hissed as I pressed it on her nipples and clit.

Deciding she’d had enough of that, next, I fetched the riding crop. Without warning, I brought it down on the side of her tit. It wasn’t too hard, but it was unexpected. She cried out and arched her back. Rapidly, so she wouldn’t know when or where to expect it, I smacked her lightly yet repeatedly. I hit her tits, inner thighs, stomach, soles of her feet, across her mound, and on her pussy lips. She was sobbing and begging me when I took a rest.

“Please, more.”

“More. Why?”

“I’m so close.”

“Close to coming? Do you want me to make you come with this?” I asked as I lightly dragged it over her skin.

“Yes!” she almost shouted. She was breathing like she’d run a race.

I flicked the head of the crop up and down across her clit, then moved it away and brought it down on her bare pussy again lightly. She screamed and shook as she came. It was beautiful to see her like that. My cock was dripping. I wanted to bury myself inside of her and fuck her like a wild animal, but not yet. Dropping the crop, I picked up the paddle. She was almost done and coming down from her release when I flipped her onto her belly. I applied it to her ass. I started light and progressively made it harder. Again, there was no rhythm to it.

Her bottom was soon glowing pink. I could tell by the way she was moaning and breathing she was ramping up to come again. Just as she got to the precipice, I snapped to her. “Don’t you dare come. If you do, I won’t let you have my cock tonight. If you want me to fuck you, hold off.”

“Oh God,” she whimpered. She had her fists clenched.

“Good girls get to come multiple times. Good girls listen to what they’re told. Are you going to be my good girl, Haven? If you are, I’ll get you off several times and let you have my cock.”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered.

“Yes, what?”

“I-I-I’ll be good,” she gasped out.

Dropping the paddle, I got between her spread legs and laid down. I bit back my groan as my engorged cock rubbed on the sheets. The urge to rut and come was overpowering, but I fought it back. I didn’t want to shoot my load on the sheets.

Sliding my hands underneath her hips, I lifted her bottom and latched onto her dripping cunt from behind. I growled at her flavor bursting on my tongue. She wailed as I lapped up her cum. I pushed her with my tongue and teeth to see how hard she’d fight to obey me. By the time I let up, she was sobbing and shaking, but she hadn’t had an orgasm. I thought, for the first time, she’d done remarkably well. I could continue but was too riled up to do it. If I didn’t fuck her soon, I’d be the one sobbing.

“On your knees, sit up and hold on to the top of the headboard,” I ordered.

She shakily moved and got herself into position. She was kneeling upright. I gripped my cock in one hand and used the other to find her hole. When I did, I lined myself up and then thrust into her in one hard, continuous stroke. She brokenly wailed my name. She was so wet, scorching hot, and tight that my eyes crossed, and I lost it. I pounded her pussy like a deranged animal. Her cries and words registered enough that I knew it wasn’t too much. Not the way she was begging.

“God, yes! More. Harder. Fuck me,” she crooned.

I reached around to twist and tug on her distended nipples as I hammered her. It wasn’t long before my balls were tingling, and I knew I was close to blowing. Not wanting to leave her behind, I dropped a hand to her clit and tweaked it and a nipple at the same time. Her scream made my ears hurt, but the way she tightened down on me as she came pushed me to come. I bellowed as I began to jerk and fill her with cum. As I did, I moved my hand from her tit to her throat and lightly squeezed. She gushed more of her sweet honey down over my cock and balls. I grunted as I thrust and gave her every drop of cum I had.

When we stopped orgasming, I weakly moved so we could both collapse on the bed with me spooning her. She was panting so hard she couldn’t talk, and neither could I. Jesus, if this were what a little play did to us, I’d die if she let me do more. I rubbed and kissed her skin as we eased fully down.