Two minutes later I am beating on the back door for the assholes to unlock the damn clubhouse and let me in.

  “What the hell do ya want?!” Gunz yells, yanking the door open. He’s clad in a pair of boxers, sucker in his mouth and a fully nude, chubby brunette on his arm, who has her hand down the front of his boxers, gripping his hard cock.

  “I want in.” I shove past him, and he mutters curses under his breath, unlatching the chubby girl from his fuckstick.

  “Sorry, Bink. Didn’t know it was you,” he yells to my back. But I don’t stop to chit-chat, I’m here to see Big.

  Rounding the corner, I head to his office. I know that’s where he is. If he’s not sleeping or drinking in the common room, he’s there.

  I don’t knock. I quietly invite myself in.

  Sitting at his desk is Big, reclining in his office chair. A topless curly redheaded bimbo is seated on his desk, facing him, legs spread. They’re arguing about something. He doesn’t appear to be very happy with her in the slightest.

  “Come on, Big Dick. I’ll let you fuck me if you eat my pussy,” she baby talks, and I cover my mouth to keep from puking. She’s a bimbo, a slut, and she’s immature… Great combination. You sure know how to pick ‘em, Prez.

  “Listen.” He runs his hands through his hair. The bandana is gone, and his long, thick brown hair is splayed over his shoulders and back. I don’t typically dig men with long hair, but his hair makes me weak at the knees. I’ve always loved it. Played with it when I was a kid whenever he’d let me braid it or run a brush through it. Once, he even let me put pink bows and flower clips in it when we played tea party. Picture that, a six foot eight man, dolls, and funny looking hair, seated on a checkered blanket on this office floor. Those were the days…

  “…I don’t eat pussy.” I catch the tail end of Big’s explanation.

  That’s my cue. Purposely, I clear my throat. Both of their heads turn simultaneously to see me emerge from the darkness in the corner of the room.

  “Bink, what are you doin’ here?” Big doesn’t sound angry. Guess that leaves out the battle of the wits I assumed we’d have.

  “I was concerned. Wanted to—” I don’t get a chance to finish my thought because Big pushes up from his chair and powerfully strides over to me, hair swaying, a naughty glint in his eye.

  “Just go with it,” he whispers stopping in front of me and dropping to his knees. I take a step back, but he reaches up and grabs hold of my jeans to keep me rooted in place.

  First my button is unlatched, then my zipper is torn down, and finally my jeans along with my panties are yanked to the ground in haste. The whore hasn’t even moved. She’s fucking watching us. She’s watching him.

  Oh fuckin’ shit, what is he doing?

  “Big,” I chirp out weakly, swallowing hard, my heart working overtime, as my pussy swells with desperate need for him.

  Big Dick momentarily grins and stuffs his face in my cleft. My hands intuitively grab a fistful of his hair.

  “Fuckin’ A, Sugar Tits, you’re already wet for me,” he hotly grumbles into my mound.

  Holy Mary, mother of God, he’s right. I am wet for him. I’m sopping wet. For. Him.

  “I need a kiss,” Big whispers, his tongue jutting forward, swiping across the hood of my clit. I moan, throwing my head back, relishing in the purest shot of unadulterated ecstasy seizing my soul.

  Pressing a hand between my legs, he pries my thighs apart, to gain better access. Ducking his chin under my pussy, his nose buried in my clef, I hear him scent me and groan. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and it only makes me desire him even more.

  Big’s thick wet tongue probes and lavishes my folds, drinking down my dripping nectar from my throbbing hole. As he continues plunging his tongue inside me, I come undone and cry out. My legs wobble and he grabs hold of my hips, stabilizing me and eating my pussy like a divine art. He nibbles my pussy lips between his teeth, then saws at my clit as he flicks his tongue over the hardened bud, and my knees buckle. Big effortlessly holds me steady. My perfect pillar of handsome strength.

  “Big,” I whimper, wildly tugging and scrunching the softness of his hair between my fingers.

  “Tell me, baby.” A tooth intimately nicks my clit, and I shudder. A white-hot spark of shameless euphoria branding me now and forever.

  “Tell me,” he demands roughly, skating his tongue ever so slightly over my aching clit.

  What is this man doing to me? He’s driving me mad with carnal lust. I want him now! Oh dear God, he’s amazing!

  “Fuck me,” I brazenly blurt, unashamed by my desire.

  Big chuckles robustly, “I can’t, and I won’t. This is not for your pleasure, it’s for mine. I get plenty this way. I don’t need to fuck you.”

  My heart sinks. How is this about him? When it’s clearly giving me pleasure?

  I don’t get a chance to mull over my thoughts. Big delves his tongue greedily into my depths, swirling inside, and my eyes roll back, a coarse moan expelling between my trembling lips.

  “You’re going to come,” he orders and deliciously attacks my wanton hole. Over and over his tongue pushes into me, sweeping in and out again. A possessive finger is added, thrusting wickedly. The sounds of my pussy being finger fucked echo in the confines of his spacious office. With the curve of his thick digit pounding into my special button and his mouth latching onto my overly aroused clit, I’m a goner. My body tightens, and I am catapulted over the edge with a long scream of pleasure following me. I come ferociously, jerking uncontrollably in his expert hands, my body lost to the magical onslaught of perfection.

  Seconds, minutes later, hell if I know, I come to, my eyes opening and the light flooding back in. A warm, sensual tongue glides from my knee to my pussy on both sides. Humming in his throat, Big finishes by cleansing my pussy with his mouth one last time before he sweetly pulls up my panties and pants. I’m left with an orgasmic high and an angered club whore staring hateful daggers at us both.

  “I. Thought. You. Didn’t. Eat. Pussy.” The redhead throws her arms over her perky breasts. I can’t help but notice that she has undoubtedly the largest, fattest, sexiest nipples I’ve ever seen on a woman. I’m envious of their size and perfect brown color in every way.

  Big brushes against me and drapes an arm over my shoulder, breaking me from my fixed stare on her breasts. “I don’t eat pussy. I savor it, devour it, and make fuckin’ love to it. And I only savor Bink’s pussy. I don’t eat fuckin’ club whores dirty, stretched out, smelly cunts. I don’t eat anybody’s. Except. Hers. Ya got me?”

  Now that was a whole lot of words and only five that I am, ‘What the fucking?’ I. Only. Savor. Bink’s. Pussy.

  Let’s deconstruct that, shall we? And let them argue this one out. It’s about to be a shit storm. I see it brewing. The air is thick with clouded bitterness.

  I—meaning Big of course. Only—well that is pretty bold, signifying a singular thing. Savor—guess I wasn’t wrong about his thinking of eating pussy is an art. Bink’s—that’s me. Which in this context is nutso. Only Bink’s pussy. Think about that. Only…that word. Hot damn… What do you think? I think he’s drunk and trying to prove a point. Or he has some crucial explanation to impart on me.

  Let’s dial back into this yelling match. Shall we?

  “Get the fuck out of my office,” Big growls.

  “Eat shit,” the redhead snaps, remaining on his desk, lithe legs crossed.

  “When this fuckin’ lockdown is over, your ass is gone for good, Mandy!” Big shouts.

  “Fine by me.”

  This is going to go on forever. I came here to check up on Big, and he’s just dandy.

  “I’m outta here.” I try to shuffle out from under his arm's weight. He doesn’t let me.

  “No. You and I are gonna go to my room and get some rest. This bitch can stay here. Not gonna waste another breath on her.” No sooner do the words leave Big Dick’s lips, he feeds his fingers through mine, and we exit his office, hand-in-hand, a screaming Mandy name-calling to our backs. We go straight to his bedroom. He unlocks it to let us in and relocks it once we’re inside. The room is the same as I remember - queen sized bed, blue quilt, white walls, that’s it. A closet holds his clothes. The only personal touch is a picture of me and him together when I was eight hanging in an 8x10 on the wall. No night stands. No furniture besides the bed. It’s sparser than a prison cell.

  “Lay down,” Big orders, entering the attached bathroom and shutting the door. I sit uncomfortably on the edge of the mattress, and three minutes later he returns wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. Hot, defined muscles open for one to feast their eyes upon. Not that I’m going to feast or anything ridiculous like that.

  Big throws back the covers on his neatly made bed and crawls in, patting the pillow beside him, a faint dimpled grin peeking from the corner of his mouth. “Come on, time for some sleep,” he says.

  “Why would I sleep here?”

  “You were worried about me. You came. I got my pussy fill to tide me over. But I am going to be hungry in the morning. Now get some rest. You can shower in the a.m. I’ll fill you in about the lockdown after I get some more of your tasty cunt.”

  You’ve gotta be shittin’ me!

  “No fucking way,” I blurt.

  “Two choices, Sugar Tits. You willingly lay the hell down and catch a few winks with me. Or, I eat some more pussy now, and then you catch a few motherfuckin’ winks. I’m cool with both, baby.”

  The nerve of this self-righteous fuckhead!

  “Do you have any idea who in the hell you are talkin’ to? I am not a whore, asshole. I will not be paraded around as such.”

  Leaning up onto his elbow, he impishly smirks. The bastard smirks! “I know that, bitch. And yes, I know who I am talkin’ to. I’m talkin’ to the woman who has a pussy that smells like ripe peaches and tastes like heroin.”

  “Tastes like heroin? Have you ever tasted heroin? That would be a no. I know you well enough to know that for sure. And for a second, I thought you might be smart, seein’ all those books you have in your house. But I’ve decided that all of your brains have gone straight to your fat cock. You’re dumber than a hoe handle.” I wave my hand in the air, flipping him the bird, and stalk straight over to the door. I’m done with this bullshit.

  I flip the first lock, and before I move to the second Big picks me up by the waist, hoisting me off the ground. I kick at him and dig my nails into his hands. The fucking gorilla is too strong.

  “Stop it!” I scramble, and he drops me onto the bed, stomach first. Trying to get away is impossible; he maneuvers lightning fast so he’s straddling my back, facing my ass. Frustrated, I kick and scream into the mattress, while he laughs triumphantly, one hand pinning my hip to the bed.

  I hear a faint click and bear the cold harshness of a blade’s tang against my soft skin. I shriek in fear of what may happen next.

  “Stop fuckin’ movin’, you want me to cut you? I’m cuttin’ off your clothes.”

  I freeze, holding my breath, the sharp blade sawing through the fabric of my jeans. I don’t move. I’m more afraid of getting cut than becoming naked. My jeans go bye-bye, into a heap of mangled material on the floor.

  “See, asshole, my pants are off. Now get the hell off me.” I buck up in the bed, but he’s a monster, and doesn’t budge a single inch.

  “Don’t move,” Big gently explains, inserting the cool tang of the blade against my panties and immediately those are discarded too.

  A little more shuffling above me, and Big grabs hold of my wrists that are sprawled above my head resting on the bed, tired. Tired of trying to push myself up with him sitting on my back. I got off a few pinches on his legs and back in defense that will surely bruise. But of course, like always, they didn’t faze him.

  Something hard and chilly encases my wrist. Craning my neck, I glance up.

  Oh my God!

  “What the hell are you doing?! Are you going to rape me!?” I’m shrill. “My brothers will be mad, and my daddy will be furious.” I attempt the impossible, by trying to pry my wrists from Big and him clicking real handcuffs into place. Yet, again, no such luck. I close my eyes and admit defeat. If I am raped tonight, I will never forgive him or myself. Why did I come back to this room with a beast?

  Big dismounts my back and flips me over. Grabbing hold of my cuffed wrists, he ties them to the headboard with one of his leather belts. I refuse to fight him. I give up. This is my sentence. I’ll just have to bear it.

  Lying next to me in bed, he cuddles up to my half naked body. My shirt has been left in place for whatever reason. I guess you don’t need tits when you can fuck a pussy.

  “Hey.” He pats my cheek with two fingers. “I’m not going to rape you. I am not going to hurt you. But you weren’t listenin’ to me, like always.” His voice is smooth as silk.

  I turn away and stare at the wall. I can’t even look at his disgustingly handsome face.

  “You hurt me.” This isn’t a lie. I might not be physically hurt, but I am emotionally distraught.

  “Yeah, well, you’ve hurt me more times than I’ve ever hurt you. You just don’t know it. So for argument’s sake, let’s just say we both hurt each other.”

  “Whatever,” I snap.

  One of Big’s warm, calloused hands glides down my leg, stop at my knee and sensuously slides back, ending at the apex of my pussy, where there’s a tiny dusting of pale blonde hair. Delicately, Big runs his fingertips over the sensitive skin, forcing goose pimples to flare across my entire body.

  “You’re a beautiful woman,” he rasps.

  “There are lots of beautiful women.” My retort is weak, I know this. However, it’s true, and I refuse to think he hasn’t told a hundred different women the same line. Probably ordered them around like this too. And tied them up with these exact cuffs in this exact same bed. The thought sends an awful tremor of revulsion up my spine.

  “How many bitches have you fucked in this bed? How many pussies have you licked in it? How many have you tied them to the bed just like this?” I yank on my restrains for effect.

  “I’ve fucked a lot in this bed. I don’t fuck ‘em in my house; this makes for the only place to do it. Well, here and their place, of course.”

  ‘Of course.’ I roll my eyes.

  “Just so you know, I haven’t licked anyone’s pussy in here. I’ve only ever licked one other woman’s in my life. Makes it pretty hard to lick her pussy in here when I was thirty-two, and she hadn’t the slightest fuckin’ clue I was a biker. Let alone a Prez. And those handcuffs are never needed, Sugar Tits. I sleep with them for protection. Never had to use ‘em before in the heat of passion because women don’t fight with me in bed. They openly spread their legs. Shit, half the time, they ride my cock like it’s a fuckin’ bull.”

  “You’re a disgusting pig! And this is not the heat of passion!” I squeal, clenching my fists in anger, wishing I could sock him in the throat. God, why is he such an asshole?

  “You’re right, I am a pig…honesty hurts, baby.” He pauses, tickling the patch of skin just where my slit of my pussy parts.

  “And it will be. Heated. Fucking. Passion.” Big’s sure finger glides into my cleft, immersed in the blazing heat of my core and rests itself atop my oversensitive clit. Using the tip of his nail he delicately scratches back the hood, compelling my clit to harden and peek out of her smooth pink shell.

  “Ahhh, there she is.” He firmly rubs my bud and I squirm, biting my bottom lip to keep from moaning. He can’t win. I won’t let him.

  Skimming his finger downward between my lips, he teasingly circles around my eager hole and descends toward my ass. My hips buck to keep him from touching the spot I rarely let anyone near. A place I don’t want him stirring up, even deeper feelings of desire.

  “No,” I vehemently hiss, moving my hips away.

  Big shoots up in bed, fear written all over his face. “Did someone hurt you there?” His hands come down onto my hip bones, shoving my lower half firmly into the mattress.

  My eyes shoot to meet his, and I feebly shake my head. “No, I don’t share that with just anyone. Not you. Not now. Not ever. You truly are an asshole.” I all but spit acid in his face with my coarse words. That is not a place for him to tease and claim as his. Like he has already done so with some many places of my body. I have to… No… I need to, for my own sanity, keep that one place void of his perfect touch. I know if that one part of me is breached by him, by the way my body is awakened sexually by his haunting smell, and smooth, yet possessive touch, I will be a goner, broken for all men that come after. If that hasn’t already been cast in stone, it will be, forever.

  My brash words must have deflated his sexual cravings. Big removes his hand from my privates and uses it to lightly caress my soft, naked thigh with lingering strokes. We don’t speak for a good long while, both of us accepting the quiet. Luxuriating in it. Big’s deep breathing eventually lulls me into a deep peaceful slumber.

  Chapter Six

  Monday, September, 9, 2013

  “Oh, Big!” I cry out in ecstasy, coming apart at the seams, bowing my back off the bed, my toes sharply curling into the plush mattress.

  Twitching back down to reality, my breathing evens out, and I curl onto my side. My fingertips dust across Big’s well-defined bicep and the eagle tattoo that resides on it.

  “I think you came sexier just now than you did last night or earlier this morning.” Big offers me a heartwarming smile that makes my insides all gooey.

  I woke up this morning in a panic that I had to go to work today to have that meeting with my bosses. Big was up and gone by the time I awoke. I laid in bed for less than twenty minutes before he returned with cream filled donuts, my favorite, and a submitted job resignation that he’d already faxed over to my work, as well as a new job working as the bookkeeper and manager over at the auto repair shop we own and run. I was fuming at first for his flagrant disregard for my thoughts and feelings on the matter. That feeling flew away rather quickly when Big decided to feed me doughnuts by hand, while he fingered my greedy pussy. Dear God…that was life altering. And suddenly I couldn’t remember my own name or why I was ever angry with him in the first place.