“And if they fuck us?” Tick asked.
“If they fuck us, then the treaty’s blown. The cartel will back us, but they have to fuck us first. They will, I know it. When they do, we get their territory and the full cartel deal.”
With nothing left to discuss, we were backed into the corner. Prez called for a vote. Unanimously, we all jumped into the fire. Fucking Disciples.
“I told you nothing good.” Tick shook his head as we headed out of the room and into the main lounge. I slapped him on the back trying to get his attention, but he was already headed in the direction of Massy, a slender brunette that warmed his bed more nights than not. She wasn't his old lady, not yet anyway, but she had eyes only for him- and he did the same for her.
I’d never understand that. Giving up the freedom to stick my dick in anyone I wanted, for one piece of ass just didn’t appeal. Settling down, that wasn't my thing. The blonde walked toward me, her apron from the bar long gone, showing her short, black leather skirt and her tight halter pushing her tits nearly out of her clothes.
“Hey, Mason.” Her smile greeted me. Well-versed hands rested on my chest, over my cut. “You mentioned needing me?”
I let out a derisive laugh. “I don't need anyone, woman. But I’ll use you.” I gripped her wrist, ignoring her feigned resistance. She’d been in my bed before, and she wanted back in.
After dragging her to my room, I gave her a little shove to the bed. She looked at me through her thick eyelashes, biting the corner of her lip. Knowing it was just a show, my dick got hard anyway. She knew the game, and I was willing to play.
“Take off those clothes.” I ordered her, leaning against the door. I wouldn’t touch her yet, not until she dropped the act and her actions became real. With a little pout, she unzipped her halter top, letting her round tits fall out. She dropped the halter on the bed and turned around while she pulled the zipper down over her ass, revealing her naked cheeks. “No underwear? Bad girl.” I reached for my belt, delighting in the initial flash of fear in her eyes. Her facade would break any minute. “Bend over the bed.” I nodded toward it and pulled the leather belt from my jeans.
“Mason-” She started to object, but one look at my eyes, and she complied. I’d spanked her before, it wouldn't be the first time. Fuck, probably not the last. She wasn’t that into it, didn’t like the pain so much as the hard fucking I’d give her after, but she tolerated it. Really, what choice did she have? I’m not a complete ass, if she really didn’t want it, I’d keep my dick in my pants and go get someone else. But she’d take the strapping because she wanted my cock. Which was fine, I wanted her pussy. Even deal.
“Don’t fucking talk.” I growled as I moved to stand beside her, belt looped and aimed. “Don’t fucking complain, either. You take every one of these five licks and when I’m done, you’re going to fucking thank me.”
“Yes, Mason.” Her fingers curled into my blankets, and she rose up onto her tip toes. Her rounded ass would take the belt nicely; it had before. She grunted with the first blow, yelped at the second. By the fourth a nice red streak crossed her cheeks and she was breathing heavily. I ran my hand over the mark, a nice heat rose from the welt. Her ass wiggled beneath my hand, and I gave her a sharp slap for it.
“You don’t control shit, here.” I waited for her nod before I continued rubbing her ass. My fingers found her pussy, and just like before, it was dripping for me. I pushed two fingers into her, feeling how hot she was and looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed, her hands fisted. She wanted to move, but if she did I’d only delay her pleasure, and she knew it.
I released her and stepped back, ready to deliver the last strike. The leather slapped against her ass. She cried out from the impact, but I was already pulling my cock out of my pants before she even thought to move. Rolling a condom over my dick, I positioned myself behind her.
“Please, Mason. Fuck me.” She ground her ass into my cock. Her attitude changed now, no longer the seductress, but beginning to puddle before me. “Please.” She looked at me over her shoulder.
“Since you asked so nicely.” I plunged forward, feeling her heat envelope my cock. She cried out from the invasion. She’d been around the club enough that she was used to be fucked hard, and I wasn’t even trying to be gentle.
My fingers dug into her hips, and I pulled her back against me, fucking her harder. She reared her head up. “Arch up.” I threw my forearm across her back and pushed her down until her ass was up in the air, taking me deeper.