Page 16 of Claimed

He took her to his room and backed her upagainst the wall.Her tongue met his in a duel.She loved histaste, loved the way he made her feel like the only woman in theworld.He pressed his hard cock against her as he squeezed herbreasts.Layla reached up and cupped his cheeks, nibbling on hislower lip as they kissed.God, she could kiss him for days.Herfingers slid into his hair while he tweaked her nipples.It didn’ttake much on his part to have her damn near ready to beg him tofuck her.

Sliding his hands alongthe backs of her thighs, he lifted her.Without preamble, he dumpedheronthe bed.She lay back, giggling as he started onhis clothes.He looked like a man on a mission and she didn’t mindbeing the object of his affection.She slipped her shirt from herbody and kicked her shorts and panties aside.He came to her naked,and grabbed her ankles, turning her so that she lay on herstomach.

His body pressed against hers as he pushedhis cock inside her.His legs framed her thighs as he surged intoher, forcing her tight channel apart as he started a brutal rhythmthat made the tightness of the position damn near perfection.Hepinned her to the mattress beneath them as he fucked her.He workedfor every thrust, using his body to hold her immobile.Layla gaspedas he pushed harder, deeper into her.Being pinned by his body,completely trapped by him, awakened new sensations inside her.Hescraped his teeth along her shoulder.It was enough to push herover, her pussy squeezing him deep inside her.

Hot, wild fucking.He knew exactly what sheneeded after the terrible day she’d had.He came hard and collapsedon top of her.His hot breath fanned against her ear and shesmiled.

“Who needs a party when wecan just fuck each other senseless?”Layla glanced over hershoulder at him.

He rolled off her body, laying on his back.“I need a cigarette.”

She smiled and smoothedher handalonghis stomach.“Thank you for tonight.I reallyneeded it.”

He brushed her hair fromher cheek.“Anytime.”

****

After a shitty week all around, Silverwatched as Layla did her laundry in the club’s laundry room.Therewas something about her and their situation that made it difficultto call it quits.Part of it was greed.He still wanted her.Therewas no denying that.On many levels, he wanted to tell Torque tofuck off but he knew better.Torque had the ability to make grownmen beg for mercy with just one look.Silver had been privy to thatlook when he’d gone to visit him in prison.

“Hey.”Silver stood in thedoorway.

“Hey.”She smiled at himas she reached in the washer for her wet clothes.

He wasn’t a conversationalist.It pissed himoff that he had to end it with her, but he had to do what had to bedone.He tried to figure out something to say.

“Does Mr.Vice Presidentneed his cock sucked?”Before Silver could realize what was goingon, a woman came up behind him and cupped his crotch.He turned andfound Ashley, his regular.She gave him a wicked gleam before shedropped to her knees before him.

“Not now, Ash.”

She worked on his zipper.“Oh, come on.Since when have you ever turned down a blowjob?”

He teetered with the idea.Not because hewanted it, but because Layla wouldn’t want him.He massaged hisforehead as she unzipped him.Ashley rubbed her face against thebulge, smiling at him before reaching in to grip his cock.

“No.”He grabbed her wristand pushed her away.He couldn’t do it.He knew Layla was there andhe couldn’t hurt her.Not like this.He swallowed hard and zippedhis pants up.

When he turned, she staredat him, watching everything.If he was going to end it withLayla,it was probably stupid to piss Ashley off, but he reallydidn’t care either way.He had no intention of breaking it offtoday.

“It’s hard being the vicepresident of the Charming Bastards, huh?”Layla folded her armsover her chest.

He licked his lips.“Yeah.”

She swallowed.“Don’t let me keep you if itis really what you want.You’ve got quite a nice sized bulge behindthat denim.”

“Ashley’s not who Ifucking want.”He said it with a little more intensity than heprobably should have.Silver blew out a breath.His mind was amuddled mess.If he did what Torque wanted like he probably should,then he needed to go with Ashley.But he couldn’t.His cock didn’twant her lips around it.It wanted Layla’s.God, he couldn’t stopthinking about her no matter how much he tried.

“Fuck it.”He stalkedtoward her and grabbed her arm, pulling her against him.Hersoftness made him weak.Made him unable to give her uplikethe fucking bastard he was.He cupped the back of her headand crashed his lips against hers.There was going to be hell topay regardless of what he chose to do.

He took her to the apartment and grabbed thebox of goodies he kept for fun times.He needed something hardcoreand she didn’t protest.He grabbed what he wanted and led her tothe playroom.

“Strip.”

Layla immediately begantaking her clothes off.He watched as she slowly revealed her bodyto him.Everything about her made him hard.She kicked her jeansand panties to the side and knelt in front of him, the way he’dtold her.Damn, when she submitted tohim,he felt on top ofthe world.

He took the ball gag andput it on her.Her eyes grew wide with curiosity.He secured ablindfold next.Lifting her up, he walked her to the suspensionrope and bound her hands behind her back.He linked her wrists tothe rope hanging from theceilingand raised it justenough that she stood on her toes.He used a spreader bar on herankles which kept herinthe prime position forfucking.

But he wanted to play first.

He went to the wall ofgadgets and selected aleatherflogger.Silver moved back toher and slipped his hand between her legs.Cream coated hisfingers.The very idea of her being restrained and available forhis pleasure turned her on.He smoothed the flogger along the backsof her thighs, letting the leather strands tickle her skin.In herposition, she couldn’t move.She couldn’t protest.Switching theflogger to the other end, he rubbed the handle down her innerthighs.He brushed it over her pussy, sliding it along her slit sothat the handle rubbed against her clit.She whimpered.

---