Page 3 of Ink's Devil

If she wants biker cock, she’ll get it. Just this once. I was honest when I warned her, where civilians are concerned, I never do them twice.

“Clothes off, babe,” I instruct as I turn to close the door, hanging the ‘do not disturb’ sign outside.

“No kiss?”

I don’t even reply. I’m not going to bother to go through some slow seduction routine. She told me she was sure, and I’d told her my cock was the only thing on offer. For as long as I can remember, I’ve only been with the whores, or women who know the score. If she wants more, well, she knows where to find the door.

I turn away again, wondering whether she’s going to run. Instead, from behind me I hear the rustling of the satin of that bridesmaid’s dress which indicates she’s obeying. Taking off my cut, I reverently place it over the back of the chair, then unbutton the dress shirt I’d worn in deference to the occasion. My top half bare, I place one foot on the same chair that’s holding my leather, undo one boot and remove my sock, then I do the same to the other. Finally, I undo my pants and pushing them down over my hips, take them off.

My cock’s already standing at attention as I turn, pleased to find Beth has done exactly as I asked, and is lying naked on the bed, her head propped on the pillows, her feet stretched right out almost touching the end. One arm lies across her breasts. Her body is slightly twisted, weight on one hip and her legs pressed tightly together so her sex is hidden to my eyes.

She’s shy. I grin, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a sight like that. The club girls would have left nothing to the imagination and probably would be playing with themselves by now. Strangely I find I like the change.

I grin as I see where her eyes are focused. “Like what you see?”

Not too shy, I have to quickly amend, when I hear her reply, “Is that all you’ve got?”

Is that all I’ve fucking got?But fuck me if I don’t look down to check my cock hasn’t shrunk in the wash. Nope, it’s all there in its impressive glory.Has she been with bigger men before? Or is she just yanking my chain?I suspect it’s the latter, but if not, she’s going to learn size doesn’t matter, it’s what you do with it that counts. I’ve no doubt I can impress her on that account. All she’s doing is racking up punishments. First one, I start counting in my head.

Her casual words are at odds with her behaviour. Even from here I can tell she’s turned on.Her state betrayed by the red flush on her face which extends down her neck to the top of her breasts hidden under that arm. Her pupils are large, and the air has that faint tinge of sex, making my nostrils flare.

“Move your arm, babe. Put your hands over your head. And open your legs. Fair’s fair. You’ve seen my goods, now let me see what you’ve got.”

I’m used to the club girls immediately doing exactly what I say. She doesn’t. I grin, again. She’s going to find out what happens to disobedient little girls. First, though, I need to take the edge off. Time for fun later.

Challenge accepted.

I move fast, throwing myself on the bed, my weight making her bounce, then I take first one hand then the other, imprisoning both in one of mine and forcing them up and over her head. Working in tandem, one of my knees comes between hers, forcing her legs to part. A quick glance down shows me she’s shaved, waxed… fuck, I don’t care, except that I’m pleased she’s bare. One of my pet peeves is getting pubes in my mouth.

She tries to move, but I’ve got her pinned in place.

“Didn’t think this through, did you, little girl?” I rasp against her ear. “You wanted a biker to fuck you, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath and her skin flushes more as I feast my eyes on her tits. They’re small, but perky, and the areolas are a lovely shade of light brown. Her nipples harden with just my gaze on them. Yeah, there can be no doubt she’s already aroused.

Unable to resist any longer, I lower my head and suck one of those peaks right into my mouth and using my teeth, nip it gently. Her back arches as she gasps. Yup, she’s sensitive alright, and for the second time I wish I was back in my own room, so I could decorate those nipples with clamps decked out in blue jewels to match her stunning hair.

I pinch the other nipple that I’ve neglected between the first finger and thumb of my free hand. Again, she makes a sound and squirms, but the effect is to grind her pelvis against my cock. I’m pushing her, pleased she’s making no complaint, that little moan can only be interpreted as one of encouragement.

After spending a couple of minutes torturing her nipples, I glance at her face. Her head is thrown back, her eyes are closed, and her lips are firmly pressed together as she concentrates on taking all the pleasure I’m so clearly giving her.

“Don’t move your arms,” I instruct.

Removing the hand I’ve used as a makeshift restraint, I pause a second to see if she obeys. I’m not even sure she’s aware that I’ve released her as I nibble my way down her stomach and to that nirvana between her legs.

But my first lick of her moisture from slit to clit has her bowing up from the bed, and her hands fluttering in the air.

“Babe,” I warn, raising my head, “that’s the third.”

Her mouth forms an O and her arms go back to where I want them.

Chapter Two

Beth

I’d asked for this.I’d asked for meaningless sex with a biker just to see what it was like. Had I not had a few drinks to give me Dutch courage, I’d never have had the nerve to go after him so blatantly, but I had. Not enough to be drunk and not know what I was doing, but sufficient for me to suppress the shy introvert inside, and for once, actually ask for what I wanted.

I’d been eyeing him up all day. The first thing I’d noticed was how tall he was. His handsome face was the second. Next, it was just the way that he was. I’d heard him talk and joke with his friends, seen him firmly move one of the bikers out of the way when a waiter was passing with drinks. When Violet got the clasp of her necklace caught in her hair, it was he who saw what was wrong and quickly had it sorted. His behaviour seemed to show he was a take charge dominant man, just the sort of man I dreamed of, but never expected to meet. I wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity.

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