Page 97 of Making the King

“I thought of a name for the club,” I tell her, and our eyes meet across the room as we watch each other for a moment before she nods and points to the bed.

“I said bend over.”

I smirk.

Fuck, I love it when she bosses me around like this. I never thought I’d get so comfortable with it. Giving my control over, especially after what happened to me as a kid. But I trust Cara. She makes me feel safe, and while we are in this role, her the dominant and me the submissive, I don’t really have to think or worry about anything. She carries that weight for me, makes all the decisions, and I just need to let myself feel.

Moving to the end of the bed, I bend over, parting my legs wide as I press my cheek to the sheets and look at her from the side.

“Tell me the name.” She demands, moving to the drawer and rummaging through it.

“The Cruz Kings MC.” I tell her, watching for her reaction.

She stops rummaging, glancing up in thought, and then nods. “I like that.”

“You do?”

“Hell, yes.” She spins around holding a rather large dildo. “It’s better than the Santa Cruz Serpents, or the Santa Cruz Devils. They sound more like a basketball team.”

I chuckle, already knowing she didn’t like those two ideas I came up with a while ago.

“I think we have a winner then.” I beam, and she nods, slapping the tip of the dildo into the palm of her hand.

“I think you’re right. Have you put any more thought into my proposal?”

I gulp as she holds up the girthy object and squeezes a generous amount of lube on it, before sitting it on top of the drawers.

“I have, but I just need to clarify that your punishments won’t be sexual.”

She rolls her eyes at me. It’s a topic we have discussed on numerous occasions over the last eighteen months since the vote for the club happened. I knew when she came to me with the idea, wanting to play the role as club punisher, that it would be nothing sexual. She has grown into a brutal killer after all. But still, I like to torment her a little. It makes her a little crazy and in turn, she fucks me harder.

“I know what you’re doing, and it’s totally working. But are you sure you can handle this tonight?” She points to the large dildo glistening with lube as she puts on the strap-on harness.

“Fuck yes.” I pant, my ass winking and my dick jerking at the thought of being punished by that thing. “No foreplay, please.”

Her brows shoot up. “But foreplay will make it hurt less.”

“Maybe it’s the pain I’m seeking tonight.” I growl and her brows lower again.

“Fine, but don’t push yourself too far. Say the damn safe word if you need it.”

Nodding, I give my ass a wiggle as I recite the safe word in my head. Bubblegum.

I haven’t needed to use it yet.

“So, do we have a deal then about me being the club punisher?” Cara asks.

“Yes.” I rasp. “As well as the Mama thing we spoke about.”

Moving up behind me, Cara slaps my ass hard, and I hiss in a breath even as my body ignites with arousal.

“I will be the best Mama those women ever had.” She declares as a stream of lube is squeezed over my ass, running down the crack, and coating my balls.

My eyes fall to the drawers to notice the dildo no longer there, and I know she’s doing the final steps to get that beast of a thing into place, ready to fuck me with it.

Over the past few years, we have researched the dynamics of an MC, plus what and how we want ours to be. There are no steadfast rules that it has to all be the same, but as we researched, we have started a bible of rules, which we add to on occasion.

Cara is very adamant that if we have women in the club, for the men’s enjoyment, that we take in women who truly need a family, and that they will be cared for. Not abused.

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