Taken by the MC Page 5

  “Problem?”

  “No. I...I need to pee,” I blurted.

  Jolie spewed her water. She was old-school. Girls never mentioned certain things around men. Bodily functions were at the top of the list. The second Max stood, I vaulted from my seat like hell hounds were on my ass. Truth told, they were. I was surely going to Satan's big house in the pit when I died—which would be soon if I didn't get my danged heartbeat under control. My hands trembled as I entered the small one-toilet bathroom.

  A burly man clad in jeans, a leather vest and a gruff attitude leaned against the wall nearest the toilet. I recognized him as one of the dudes from outside. How had he gotten in without us seeing? Were Fist and Dawg inside now, too?

  “Hands on the toilet,” he ordered. “Lock the door.”

  My adrenaline spiked as I complied. My nipples tightened as his hard gaze slid down me. I gripped the seat and held my breath as he settled behind me.

  “Spread your legs wide.”

  I gasped as deft fingers swept across my newly waxed mound.

  “Sweet pussy.” The fingers plunged into me. “Horny pussy.”

  Before I could respond he was there, on his knees, face between my legs. Mouth. On. Me. He devoured my pussy, attacked with fervor: lips, tongue, fingers and, oh sweet Jesus, just a hint of teeth. Strong arms locked around my upper thighs as he tongue-fucked me until my entire body was gelatinous. He sucked my clit. I growled and hissed in frustration. He nipped the sensitive bud.

  White hot pleasure erupted through me. I clutched the toilet as the stranger lapped my cunt. By the time I caught my breath, he was opening the door.

  “Thanks for warming her up,” Ray commented. My knees buckled. I squeezed the toilet seat as he unzipped. A strong arm coiled around my waist and lifted. I groaned as he filled me.

  “My dirty girl's bare pussy is gonna leak my seed as she talks to her snobby friend. I'm thinking Jolie needs this, too.” Ray grunted, plunging balls deep. “Think she wants to get fucked like this?”

  “No.”

  “Because good girls don't spread for the likes of me,” he growled. He furiously pounded into me. “Take my cock, bitch. I've thought about nailing your tight cunt a lot. Now, it's mine. Fuck, I can't wait until my mark is on you. I've got so many plans for this sweet body.”

  I shuddered as he came inside me. A couple more thrusts and he pulled out. I steadied my breath and stood on rubbery legs.

  “We'd better get back before your girl gets suspicious.”

  I nodded. “I've gotta clean up.”

  “Never clean me out of you,” he said. “You even think about it, and I'll fuck you on top of the booth as Jolie watches.”

  I swallowed as he backed away, smirking.

  “Clench that tight cunt or the whole Grove will see my cum rolling down your legs. Your juices are all over your thighs.”

  Heat crept up my cheeks. Would they really see? I darted to the mirror the second he left. Okay, it's fine. Walk fast and I'll be okay.

  I power-walked to the booth, mentally muting everyone from existence. Max stood with a grin when I arrived. “Everything okay, babe?”

  “Peachy, just had to deal with a work problem.”

  “Again? Geez, you're the waitress, not the manager.” Jolie shook her head. “I don't know why they don't put you in charge and get it over with. You're the only one with two functioning brain cells. Manny sure as hell couldn't keep the doors open without you covering his ass.”

  I spewed my orange juice. Mom got me the job at Tops shortly after she hooked up with Ray. She'd never been much good with the hold a steady job routine—or, hell, anything steady. Unfortunately, she'd made sure the guys nixed my doing anything more than vanilla barely-any-tips style work.

  “You should find another job, Harmony. Seriously, the owners have their heads up their asses. It's not ever gonna improve.”

  Ray choked on his water. Max tensed. My BFF didn't realize the two men with us owned Tops. Very few townsfolk knew the Penetrators MC owned more than half The Grove.

  “Manny said you were gonna start working weekends,” Ray commented with a gleam in his gaze. “Guess we'll have to check it out.”

  Jolie squealed in delight. “Seriously?”

  Even though she was a bit prudish, she'd always been on board with me dancing at Tops. I was an exhibitionist and my BFF, bless her naive soul, thought strutting my stuff in a darkened room for some serious bank would sate my dark impulses. Since I'd known all of two-point-five seconds that Ray was okay with my suggestion from last night, I winged a response—one which didn't include the whole Mom-stole-from-a-biker-gang problem.

  “Mom's gone. Tips are better, and she was behind on shit. I've got to catch up or I'm homeless.”

  The fact it was all truth settled into an uncomfortable silence. She may have left the MC in a lurch, but she'd fucked me over just as bad. The checking account we shared was cleared out, save five bucks and some change. Disconnection notices for utilities sat alongside an eviction threat in an otherwise barren kitchen. Since Ray wasn't the sort to hang around Mom's place after they fucked, he wouldn't know that shit. It wasn't his worry.

  Max’s jaw twitched as he settled an arm around me. “You should've told me shit was bad, babe.”

  “It's a family problem. I settle all my debts, no matter what.”

  “Good for you,” Jolie said. “And hey, you can always crash on my sofa like you did the last time Old Man Munnifred evicted y'all.”

  “When the hell were you evicted?” Ray asked in a growly voice that somehow rumbled straight through me.

  “A couple months ago, just for a few days. It was over a holiday weekend.” I shrugged, indifferent despite the somersaulting butterflies in my gut. They hadn't known. “Mom crashed with you, I crashed with Jolie. No big.”

  “I'm starting to see your mom had us all snowed,” he commented.

  “She wasn't good with details.”

  “Pft. Like food in the house and rent for your kid is a detail. Fuck, girlfriend, she bailed. Again. Stop making excuses for her worthless ass. It's not like these guys give a damn. They've moved on. She's nothing but a skid mark. Some other whore’s probably taken her place already.” Jolie paused, pouring sugar into her coffee. “What? It's the truth.”

  Yep. That was my BFF. Brutally blunt no matter what.

  “Too bad she tore off before you made your stage debut. She would've had a cow.” Jolie slapped the table as she laughed hard. “I'm gonna be front and center, record that shit so I can show her if she crawls back into town.”

  “I'm thinking that's a bad idea, babe,” Ray said. “Harm's mom wasn't down with her on a stage.”

  “Please, she wasn't down with her daughter getting more attention because she's got a banging body,” Jolie retorted. As if sensing my unease, she reached over and patted my hand. “I'm thrilled for you. Seriously, it's exactly what you've wanted. You'll kick ass.”

  Yeah, starting with my BFF. God save me from well-meaning, but clueless friends. She'd opened more than one can of worms, and I suspected from the firm hand around my shoulder and the narrowed gaze across the table I'd be discussing them all at length in the near future. At least I'd get my debts paid off faster since Ray was okay with my dancing.

  We ate in silence as Jolie discussed possible costume options for my new stripper career.

  “Manny will probably just have me waitress,” I replied.

  “Maybe.” She forked some egg. “But half the county's probably wanted to see your tits, so he's gonna make a fortune. You both will.”

  “Didn't think you'd be okay with your girl here working a pole,” Ray commented.

  “Why not? She loves showing off and needs the money. It's a win-win. She's smart, independent and confident, not to mention gorgeous.”

  I loved my BFF. She got me. More importantly, Ray and Max had me in the cross-hairs of my darkest fantasies. They were shredding my inhibi
tions and challenging my boundaries. And I couldn't wait to see what happened next.

  Jolie and I parted ways outside The Last Drip. Ray offered her the Beamer to get home. She'd snagged the keys so fast, she'd almost knocked him on his ass. She was off with a quick hug and a squeal.

  “A few words from me and you'll do a lot more than show off those sexy titties,” Ray commented the second she was gone.

  “I know.”

  “And?”

  This was a test, one I wasn't all that ready for. “And I'm yours...You decide what I do.”

  “Damn right we do,” Max growled. “What do you know about the back rooms?”

  “Not much.” I swallowed. “Blow jobs, hand jobs, other stuff for the VIPs.”

  “Your momma cleaned out the cash from Tops, well over a hundred grand. That wasn’t our money, so lots of people want her blood.” Ray's statement floored me. “Manny's been demanding a VIP pain slut for a long time. He just got one.”

  “You know what that means?” Max asked.

  My heart thundered wildly in my chest, which constricted with the need to breathe. I shook my head.

  “Three times a night you'll get dragged onto a back room stage in The Dungeon and put through a BDSM scene led by a Penetrator. It'll be his decision if any, or all, of the VIPs watching get to join in,” Max explained. “You won't get used any worse than we'd be giving you any way. We'll just earn a fuck of a lot letting strangers watch.”

  The prospect terrified me, but also fed my hidden desires, the ones they pushed to the forefront since taking possession of me.

  “You willing to work off your momma's debt on the stage?” Ray asked. “Be sure. Once we book, you're committed. We'll work you over hard, fuck your holes while men watch. You'll probably know some of them.”

  “You said Penetrators decide if the watchers participate?”

  “Yeah, babe. I ain't gonna lie. We get an offer to clear a few grand if you spread, it'll be tough to turn down.” Ray grabbed my head. “Lots of people are pissed off because of what your momma did. You do this, we all breathe easier.”

  A refusal hung on the edge of my tongue. My insides leap-frogged, jockeying for position as my entire body seized as I processed what he'd said. I wasn't a whore. Okay, I was definitely a slut by a lot of people's definition, but I was okay with that. I loved sex, was confident in who I was and what I wanted. I wouldn't spread for someone I didn't want. Ray knew that. If he didn't, he sure as hell would find out soon enough if I didn't like the way things went down. “Okay.”

  “Make the calls, line up two shows tonight. Double the admittance fee,” Max said.

  “Tonight?” Fist asked.

  “Our little Harm has a couple harsh sessions with you and I already scheduled. We may as well make bank.”

  Holy shit.

  “You understand what they're saying?” Ray asked.

  I nodded.

  “Words, Harm. Tell us.”

  “Fist is going to...fist fuck my pussy while strangers watch.”

  “And what else?” Fist demanded.

  “I...I don't know.”

  “I'm going to chain you up, flog your little body. Then I'll fuck you until you come so hard, you pass out. Then I'll put you on your knees, lock your mouth open and fuck your throat. If you resist, the VIPs fill your belly.”

  Max’s fingers probed my pussy. “She's gushing.”

  “Fist is a go then,” Ray shoved me against the wall. “What's Max gonna do, slut?”

  “Beat me until I come, then fuck my ass.”

  “I'm gonna tie those gorgeous tits up, play with them.” His finger plunged into me. “You want that don't you, slave?”

  I did. I so, so did.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes.”

  “I promise you one thing. You may crave my dick in your little ass, but you'll always fight it because you know I won't be gentle like the other guys have been.”

  They so hadn't been gentle.

  Ray's hand wrapped around my throat. “We read your diaries. You've wanted us forcing you ever since you were jail bait.”

  I never should've written that. My cheeks heated.

  “Such a good, dirty girl,” Max whispered. “I've got it covered. Tonight you get what you've always craved.”

  “You horny, dump?” Ray asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He and Max released me. The massive man from the bathroom took their place.

  “Beg for it, dump.” The voice was hardened gravel scraped against steel. Rough, unyielding, just like the man.

  I didn't even know his name. I was against an alley wall behind The Last Drip. I doubted anyone could see me through the cluster of burly bikers, but they'd hear. I didn't care.

  “Please fuck me.”

  “What else, slut?”

  “Please come inside me.”

  “Good girl.” The man impaled me on his cock. “Fuck, she's tight.”

  “She's going to scream real loud for my fist tonight,” Fist commented. “We'd better record that scene.”

  “Fuck yeah, we could sell subscriptions, let guys watch us fuck her,” Dawg commented.

  “She is an exhibitionist,” Ray added.

  It was too much. The naughty threats were too possible. I erupted, coming so hard around the dick pummeling me my entire body quaked from the orgasm. I clung to the man, squeezing his manhood as he growled his release.

  I'd fucked a biker in an alley. I'd agreed to BDSM sessions strangers would watch. Anticipation threaded within my veins, pushing out any hesitation I may have had. You only live once. YOLO.

  I'm fucked up. Crazy.

  “Name's Clutch, by the way.” He zipped up and looked down at me. “Thanks for the hole. You tasted sweeter than honey.”

  Oh God.

  “There's nothing to be ashamed of, little one. We've got you covered. Relax and enjoy.” Max’s whispered words assuaged some of my shame and confusion as we made our way to my place.

  I texted Jolie, letting her know I was home, then I hit the shower. My sensitized skin goose bumped beneath my touch. Flashes of the past couple days fluttered through my brain, but I fought the urge to masturbate. Pleasuring myself seemed wrong. I was Penetrator property. Would they really mark me?

  More importantly, would I let them? I had an out, a safe word. This was my journey into the dark, one they pushed me into. But it was my exploration into who I was, one I'd willingly embraced once they forced the admission that I wanted this.

  Would tonight sate my lust, or make it worse? What if I hated what they did? Would they let me stop? Questions ping-ponged in my head. I'd get answers soon enough, when Max and Ray picked me up in a few hours.

  For now I'd rest. Anticipate. Fantasize.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Bass rocked the speakers overhead as we entered Tops from the emergency exit. The rarely used door opened into a long hallway, which eventually wound downward into The Dungeon. Ray guarded me from my right side, while Max held my left arm. Wedged between the two men, I felt safe. Wanted.

  Manny's shrill voice echoed down the corridor, but neither man beside me stopped. Clutch and Dawg broke off, holding the manager back.

  “They won't know you're here tonight. If this goes south, you come back next week status quo,” Ray said.

  My belly fluttered. They protected me, in case I couldn't deal.

  “Lots more people than we expected are here. Many are beyond pissed at your mom. They want blood.” Anger filled Max’s voice.

  “What does that mean for me?”

  “A few of them demanded a private meeting with you before the sessions start. They think you know where she is, where their money might be. We refused all but one, who has us by the balls.” Ray punched a code into a security panel. “What happens with him is your choice. We'll back your decision.”

  Unease somersaulted in my gut as we entered a private room. Long l
eather sofas lined one wall. Chains hung from panels along the ceiling. I stilled as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and the lone occupant moved into my line of vision.

  Son of a bitch.

  “Well, isn't this interesting.”

  Interesting wasn't the word I'd use. I forced a couple deep breaths. What the hell was Chief Reyes doing here? To say Tony and I had an...awkward...association was a bit of an understatement. He was a couple years younger than Ray, which put him about seven years older than me. To him that meant I was off limits. To me it'd been a challenge—one I'd fully embraced.

  Then Tony hooked up with Mom for a couple weeks—long enough to piss me off. She'd scraped him off pretty quick, much to my relief. Having a hot mom who preferred younger men wasn't cool, especially since they tended to be the same ones I wanted.

  “Harmony.”

  “Limp dick.” Tony sneered at my greeting.

  “You know one another.” Ray stated the obvious with an intense glare aimed my direction.

  “He fucked Mom a couple weeks, before she met you and traded up for a bigger-dicked model.”

  “Little Harmony here made getting into my bed her hobby, wouldn't take no for an answer. The trouble was I don’t do jail bait.”

  “Seventeen is hardly jail bait,” I argued. Age of consent was fifteen. I'd checked.

  “I see you've been a cock tease for a long time,” Ray said.

  “It's not my fault you guys weren't man enough to take what I offered.” Anticipation beaded along my skin.

  “Guess the Penetrators finally called you on your slutty bullshit.” Tony took a couple steps forward and ran a finger along my cheek, down my neck and across the swell of my breast. “Strip. On your knees.”

  Knees. Right. Good idea. I settled my wobbly self onto the floor as Max and Ray stepped back. I glanced over my shoulder, making sure they hadn't left as I shucked off the thin robe I'd worn. Ray reclined on the nearest sofa, a smug grin on his face. Max leaned forward on a chair. Elbows on knees, his expression guarded.

  “Eyes on me, slut,” Tony ordered. A gasp escaped me as he tugged my hair. “Hands behind your back. Don't move them, or I'll cuff you.”